Analysis and Discussion

Tang San raised an eyebrow at Chen Feng's words.

"You're sure you want me to analyze your martial soul? If I say something I shouldn't, don't blame me."

Tang San shook his head. "There's nothing I shouldn't say. Even if you can't figure anything out today, I was planning to tell you some things anyway and have you advise me."

"Hiss... What happens after I advise you? This place is out in the middle of nowhere—it seems perfect for killing someone to silence them." Chen Feng put on a frightened expression.

Tang San was somewhat speechless. "You're really overthinking it. Grandpa Village Chief knows you came to see me today. If something happened to you, do you think I could get away?

"I really do have something I want you to advise me on. Although my father told me to keep it secret, I don't think there's any need to hide it from you. It just depends on whether you can figure it out. If you can, then from now on, I'll listen to you on matters concerning martial souls.

After saying that, Tang San looked at Chen Feng with a hint of provocation. "Well? Do you dare accept this challenge?"

"Tch, what's there to be afraid of?" Chen Feng looked disdainful.

But inwardly, he was quite surprised. He had not expected Tang San to bring up matters concerning martial souls on his own initiative, especially after Tang Hao had told him to keep them secret.

So Tang San truly sees me as a good friend? The kind he can open his heart to? Chen Feng did not dare jump to conclusions.

He steadied himself, looked at Tang San, and tentatively said:

"Twin Martial Souls?"

Tang San's eyes instantly widened. Though he had already decided to tell Chen Feng this secret and discuss the doubts in his heart, he had never expected Chen Feng to actually deduce it.

"Did you see my other martial soul yesterday?" Tang San could not help asking.

"Of course not. Even Brother Su didn't see it, so how could I have?" Chen Feng flatly denied it.

"That's true. But how did you figure it out?" Tang San suddenly realized that this childhood friend of his really seemed to know his stuff.

Hearing the question, Chen Feng immediately knew it was his chance to show off.

He cleared his throat and said:

"You know, I've read many books at the Spirit Hall in Nuoding City over the past few years. I've gained a great deal of knowledge from them and learned quite a bit about martial souls."

Tang San nodded. The reason he regarded Chen Feng as a friend was not merely because he had been drawn in by those interesting stories, but also because he saw in Chen Feng a reflection of himself when he had researched the Buddha Fury Tang Lotus in his previous life.

Tang San had discovered traits in Chen Feng that he shared himself. That was the true reason they had become such good friends.

"After sorting through and summarizing that knowledge, I discovered some characteristics of martial souls. One of them is that the strength of a soul master's martial soul is linked to their Innate Soul Power. Yet your martial soul is Blue Silver Grass, while you possess Innate Full Soul Power. That's a huge contradiction." Chen Feng raised one finger and struck a Doctor Strange pose.

"I see. My Blue Silver Grass martial soul is too weak; it clearly isn't enough to support my Innate Full Soul Power. So you thought I had another martial soul." Tang San understood what Chen Feng meant.

Chen Feng nodded and added, "And that martial soul must be extraordinarily powerful. Otherwise, it couldn't have given you Innate Full Soul Power."

"Indeed. My other martial soul must be quite special, or Father wouldn't have told me to keep it secret." Tang San extended his left hand, and a small pitch-black hammer appeared in it. "And this is what I wanted to discuss with you today. You've learned so much—do you know what it is?"

"I do." Chen Feng nodded. "But are you sure you want to hear it?"

"I do." Tang San answered without hesitation. "We talked about my father before. You believed he must have suffered a tremendous blow to become so despondent, and you guessed that blow was most likely related to my mother.

"Before, I had no way to learn about my mother. Father was unwilling to tell me, but I think this hammer can give me some clues. Judging from Father's attitude, his martial soul should be this kind of hammer. That also fits our previous guess: people will most likely choose professions related to their own martial souls. A blacksmith's martial soul is probably a hammer, fire, metal, or something similar.

"Father told me not to display this hammer before others. That means this hammer definitely isn't something obscure. Then I can use it to learn Father's identity, and perhaps find out something about my mother."

"Then why are you showing it in front of me? Uncle Tang Hao already told you not to." Chen Feng asked helplessly.

"You're not other people." Tang San gave him a strange look. "Tell me. What exactly is it?"

"Judging from its appearance alone, I can't be one hundred percent certain. But when I consider Uncle Tang Hao's name and his current state, I can now be basically sure."

Chen Feng had Tang San put the hammer away, then lowered his voice and said, "That hammer should be the Clear Sky Hammer, the inherited martial soul of the Clear Sky Sect, one of the Upper Three Sects. It is also one of the continent's most powerful Assault Type Tool Spirits. And your father, if nothing unexpected happened, should be the once-famous Clear Sky Douluo."

"Clear Sky Douluo? You mean my father is a Title Douluo?" Tang San was instantly stunned.

Chen Feng did not answer directly. Instead, he brought up something else. "I heard that six years ago, Spirit Hall issued a warrant for the Clear Sky Douluo, claiming that he had killed Spirit Hall's Pope at the time. The Clear Sky Sect, one of the Upper Three Sects, sealed off its mountain because of it."

"Six years ago... that was when I was born." Tang San muttered, "Could it be that my mother passed away in that battle, and that's why Father became like this?"

"I don't know about that. The details of the battle between the Clear Sky Douluo and Spirit Hall were never made public. It was probably because it involved many secrets, so someone suppressed the information." Chen Feng said quietly.

"Secrets? What sort of secret could have made Father fight Spirit Hall and even kill the Pope at the time?" Tang San muttered to himself.

"I'm afraid that's something we have no way of knowing right now, unless Uncle Tang Hao is willing to tell us. But as for your mother, I do have some guesses." Chen Feng's voice was very soft, as if he feared outsiders might overhear.

"What guesses?" Tang San immediately snapped back to attention.

"Regarding your Blue Silver Grass martial soul, we can now confirm that it should have come from your mother. And I think it was most likely not ordinary Blue Silver Grass." Chen Feng whispered.

"Why do you say that?" Tang San was somewhat puzzled.

"Because you have Twin Martial Souls, and the condition for Twin Martial Souls to appear is that the two martial souls must be of comparable quality."

"Otherwise, the stronger one would overwrite the weaker one."