Tang San Had Formed an Opinion

Tang San still decided to major in the Mysterious Heaven Skill and minor in the Blue Silver Grass Skill and Hammer Skill.

First, he had lost his life in his previous life in order to obtain the Mysterious Heaven Skill. If he gave it up just like that, all the effort he had put in during his previous life would have been wasted. It was not worth it.

Second, the Blue Silver Grass Skill and Hammer Skill could complement the Mysterious Heaven Skill, and they had been bestowed by his martial souls, making them the most suitable for him. There was no need to pursue stronger cultivation methods that did not suit him.

Third, he had already obtained this Internal Scripture Chart... Once his realm grew higher in the future, he might be able to draw inferences from one example and achieve a true fusion of his three cultivation methods, thereby creating an entirely new cultivation method unique to himself.

If he wanted to surpass the Tang Sect, then in terms of cultivation methods, he would naturally have to innovate in the future and create something even more powerful than the Mysterious Heaven Skill!

However.

There was only one most important factor: he could not cultivate it.

"San, I plan to major in the cultivation method brought by the Blood Circulation System. Sorry about your Mysterious Heaven Skill."

Zhou Qing said with a smile.

Tang San: "..."

At that moment, a strange scene appeared in Tang San's mind—

Zhou Qing: Mysterious Heaven Skill, you should leave. I'm afraid my martial souls might misunderstand.

Mysterious Heaven Skill: But I was here first!

Zhou Qing: Sorry, we're not suitable for each other.

Mysterious Heaven Skill: Sob, sob (╥╯^╰╥)

Tang San had never imagined that his Mysterious Heaven Skill would one day be "cuckolded." And because he had spent so much time around Zhou Qing, even the thoughts in his head had started becoming strange...

"Right."

Zhou Qing recalled something and said to Tang San, "Both of your martial souls come with cultivation methods no weaker than the Mysterious Heaven Skill. Based on the theory of martial soul inheritance, your father is probably no ordinary person."

Tang San had thought of that as well, but he did not quite dare to admit it. "Are you saying that my father really is the Clear Sky Douluo?"

"Tang Hao shares the same name as that Clear Sky Douluo. Furthermore, the Clear Sky Sect's martial soul is the Clear Sky Hammer, while the Tool Martial Soul released from your left hand is also a hammer. Don't you think the evidence is a little too obvious?" Zhou Qing asked in return. "Perhaps he really is that Clear Sky Douluo, but why has he become so dispirited...?"

"Maybe his whole life went too smoothly, so he couldn't endure any setbacks," Tang San said what Zhou Qing did not dare to say.

At this point, Tang San did not hold much expectation toward Tang Hao.

The Clear Sky Sect!

One of the Upper Three Sects. The books Zhou Qing had bought also contained records of it. It was a major sect, and Tang Hao was even the son of the previous Sect Leader.

Based on that alone, Tang San was completely unable to empathize with Tang Hao. After all, in his previous life, he had merely been an outer disciple. The inner disciples had looked down on him, not to mention that Tang Hao had been the Sect Leader's son.

Such a "favored son of heaven," in Tang San's eyes, was comparable to an inner disciple of the Tang Sect from his previous life. His life must have gone smoothly, with the Sect Leader personally teaching him and vast amounts of resources being directed toward him.

But Tang San also considered such people flowers raised in a greenhouse. Although their hard strength was formidable, their temperaments were relatively fragile. A single minor failure would likely make them fall into self-doubt.

"Uh, isn't it a bit inappropriate to say that about your dad?" Zhou Qing felt that his past subtle influence had taken effect.

"I was just a little agitated, that's all."

Tang San shook his head.

"There's still quite some time before Nuoding Academy begins. Go back and tell your father about it," Zhou Qing decided to change the subject.

"Mm."

Tang San nodded.

After returning home, he immediately found Tang Hao, who was still sleeping soundly.

"You're back?"

Tang Hao opened his eyes at once, climbed out of bed, and casually asked, "Did your martial soul awaken? What is it?"

"Blue Silver Grass, but with Innate Full Soul Power."

As Tang San spoke, he carefully watched Tang Hao's expression.

Even though he had already seen it in secret before, upon hearing the name "Blue Silver Grass," Tang Hao's murky eyes still became a little clearer.

Tang San noticed that as well.

"Oh." Tang Hao responded perfunctorily and lay back down. "Then go out and play. Just remember to bring me food. I'm going back to sleep."

Tang San fell silent for a moment, then raised his left hand. As black light surged, a small black hammer appeared.

The fluctuation of soul power caused Tang Hao, who had just closed his eyes, to abruptly open them. He shot upright from the bed and stared fixedly at the small hammer, his lips trembling. He even grabbed Tang San in an embrace, his attitude completely different from before. "Son! My son!"

Tang San: "..."

At that moment, Tang San felt his father's embrace, yet there was not much warmth in his heart. Instead, he felt that the man carried a sour, rancid odor.

Upon seeing the Blue Silver Grass Martial Soul, Tang Hao had merely shown a hint of nostalgia, and his attitude toward Tang San had not changed at all. Yet upon seeing this little hammer, he had excitedly embraced him.

Tang San did not know how to judge him, but an inexplicable feeling of displeasure rose in his heart.

Only after a long while did Tang Hao release Tang San and say solemnly, "In the future, you must use the hammer in your left hand to protect the grass in your right hand. Do you understand?"

"I'm going to study at Nuoding City's Junior Soul Master Academy."

From Tang Hao's words, Tang San guessed that perhaps Tang Hao had become dispirited and despondent because he had failed to protect his mother. But having already made up for something akin to familial affection through his friendship with Zhou Qing, Tang San could no longer empathize with him very much—especially now that he knew Tang Hao was a Titled Douluo. Instead, he found the man terrifyingly fragile!

And romantic love...

Tang San could understand it, but having remained single until thirty in his previous life, he simply could not empathize with it.

Still.

Having never experienced a mother's love in this life, Tang San secretly swore that if he found out who had killed his mother, he would exact vengeance!

If that person was already dead, then he would dig up their grave and leave their corpse exposed in the wilderness!

"You want to become a Soul Master?" Tang Hao asked. "Holy Soul Village does have a Work-Study Student slot, but have you really thought this through?"

"At least it would amount to more than staying here," Tang San said flatly.

Tang Hao frowned deeply. He realized that perhaps his past neglect of Tang San had made the boy feel, after awakening his martial soul and discovering he possessed Innate Full Soul Power, that his wings had hardened and he wanted to break away from him.

That would not do!

Twin Martial Souls! Innate Full Soul Power!

Those were the stepping stones to becoming a Titled Douluo. What was more, he had a second martial soul. He could wait until reaching the rank of Titled Douluo before adding Soul Rings to that second martial soul.

By then, every Soul Ring on the second martial soul could be over fifty thousand years old. During the process of absorbing them, he could also use the energy within the Soul Rings to raise his Soul Power Level above Level 95 in a short time.

Then, Tang Hao could humbly beg forgiveness and have Tang San return to the Clear Sky Sect with the two Soul Bones on his body. With his eldest brother there, they could use the sect's strength and join forces with other sects and factions—perhaps they could stand against Spirit Hall.

But now, Tang San seemed to hold a grudge against him...