Teacher, This Is My Family's Specialty

Tang San left the Seventh Dormitory in low spirits and headed toward Yu Xiaogang's dormitory.

When he asked Xiao Wu what was wrong, she refused to answer and only cried there, saying through her tears, "You're not allowed to eat bunnies."

"If I don't eat bunnies, what am I supposed to eat?"

After Tang San said that, Xiao Wu cried even louder.

Unable to do anything about it, he decided to leave the Seventh Dormitory first to avoid suspicion.

Picking up the Dried Rabbit Meat Xiao Wu had thrown on the ground, Tang San wiped it off and put it back into his Storage Soul Tool.

He picked it up not because he planned to eat it for his next meal, but because he wanted to bring it to his "teacher," Flathead, and let him have a taste.

As for Xiao Wu saying he was not allowed to eat bunnies, he pretended not to hear it.

Bunnies were so delicious. Why couldn't he eat bunnies?

Tang San soon arrived outside Yu Xiaogang's dormitory and lightly knocked on the door.

Almost two seconds later, Yu Xiaogang's voice finally came from inside.

"Who is it?"

"Teacher, it's me, Tang San."

Tang San answered at once.

Although he was somewhat unwilling, so what? In order to pry out the secret of his second Martial Soul absorbing Soul Rings, he could endure this little humiliation.

Wasn't it just calling Flathead his teacher?

Once he obtained the secret of his second Martial Soul absorbing Soul Rings, Flathead...

Before long, Yu Xiaogang's voice came from behind the door again.

"Come in. The door isn't locked."

"Yes, Teacher."

Tang San withdrew his unfriendly gaze and tidied up his appearance slightly.

Then, he took out the rabbit that had fallen onto the ground from his Storage Soul Tool and held it in his hand before opening the door and walking in.

There was not much else in Yu Xiaogang's dormitory, but there were plenty of books.

Given his status, as well as the books he had copied from Spirit Hall while he had been with Bibi Dong and those he had collected himself, they were all here.

The room was not large, and it was packed full of books.

With a stern face, Yu Xiaogang pointed at a stool beside him and said to Tang San, "I happened to be looking for you. Sit down, and let's talk."

Ever since returning to his dormitory, he had been thinking about what Tang San's second Martial Soul could be.

Combined with Tang San's earlier question about a Sword Martial Soul's ordinary attack method mutating into ranged attacks,

Yu Xiaogang guessed that Tang San's second Martial Soul was likely a Mutated Sword Martial Soul.

Just as he had been about to find Tang San to verify it, Tang San came to him instead.

Tang San did not sit down immediately. Instead, he handed the Dried Rabbit Meat in his hand to Yu Xiaogang and said, "Teacher, this is my family's specialty. Please try some."

Yu Xiaogang looked at the Dried Rabbit Meat in Tang San's hand and sniffed it. It smelled delicious!

He grabbed the Dried Rabbit Meat and said to Tang San, "You came to see me. Why bring something along?"

After Yu Xiaogang took the Dried Rabbit Meat, Tang San took the opportunity to sit down, grumbling inwardly, If you don't want it, you can give it back to me! Wash it, and it can still be eaten.

Yu Xiaogang did not immediately taste the Dried Rabbit Meat. Instead, he walked over to a rack used for storing items and hung it there.

There were more important matters to attend to now. This was not the time to eat.

After putting away the Dried Rabbit Meat, Yu Xiaogang sat not far from Tang San and said, "Little San, your Innate Soul Power is rank eight. According to my theory that Innate Soul Power is directly proportional to the strength of one's Martial Soul..."

"Your Blue Silver Grass clearly does not meet the requirements for rank-eight Innate Soul Power."

"Can you show Teacher your second Martial Soul? That way, Teacher can tailor a cultivation method specifically for you."

"As well as the later selection of Soul Rings..."

Tang San nodded, agreeing to let Yu Xiaogang look at that hammer.

This so-called Master might have stolen others' achievements, experience, and common knowledge, passing them off as his own.

But he did have some ability and knew quite a lot. Tang San wanted to see what kind of advice this Flathead could offer.

Tang San turned his left hand over and spread it open, revealing a hammer-shaped soul mark in his palm.

He clenched it slightly, and a small hammer appeared in his hand.

The moment the Clear Sky Hammer appeared, Yu Xiaogang's eyes widened, his expression changing dramatically as stormy waves surged through his heart.

He looked at Tang San, then at the Clear Sky Hammer in Tang San's hand, and murmured, "The surname Tang... so that's how it is!"

As a direct descendant of the world's number one Beast Martial Soul family, how could Yu Xiaogang not recognize the Clear Sky Hammer?

As fellow members of the Upper Three Sects, they were exceedingly familiar with one another's Martial Souls...

This was the Martial Soul of his idol, Tang Hao. How could he possibly mistake it!

Tang Hao had killed the previous Pope, Qian Xunji, indirectly avenging him. From that moment onward, he had regarded Tang Hao as his idol.

"Little San, put it away quickly. Without my permission, you must not use this hammer in front of outsiders in the future, much less attach a Soul Ring to it."

Yu Xiaogang spoke expressionlessly, but inwardly, he was thrilled.

A genius disciple of Clear Sky Sect who had been left outside had become his disciple! Then his dream...

After releasing his Martial Soul, Tang San had been watching Yu Xiaogang's changes in expression.

Tang San caught that momentary shock and wild delight in full. It seems this Flathead recognized my Martial Soul. Father truly isn't ordinary. He must be a hidden expert.

Naturally, Tang San understood Yu Xiaogang's demand.

Wasn't it simply to wait until his cultivation reached Title Douluo before absorbing nine Soul Rings over fifty thousand years old...

If not for that reason, would he have acknowledged Flathead as his teacher? Not a chance...

After seeing Tang San put away his Martial Soul, Yu Xiaogang stood up and paced back and forth. Yet his mind was occupied with thoughts of Tang San's background.

"Clear Sky Sect has sealed its mountain for many years, and there are few members left outside..."

"Tang San is six years old this year, the same age as the year Tang Hao's incident occurred."

"After Tang Hao beat Qian Xunji to death..."

There were still so many people in Clear Sky Sect that Yu Xiaogang could not figure out whose child Tang San was in such a short time.

Should I ask him?

At that thought, a glimmer flashed through Yu Xiaogang's eyes.

"Little San, can you tell Teacher who your parents are?"

Yu Xiaogang's expression remained unchanged as he asked Tang San.

Seeing Flathead pace around for so long only to ask this question, Tang San was slightly stunned. Sure enough, this Flathead must know my background! It seems this hammer is far from simple.

But why was Father living in seclusion in Holy Soul Village?

Is this man before me Father's friend or enemy?

He probably isn't an enemy. Otherwise, he wouldn't have told me those things just now.

With that thought, Tang San no longer hesitated and said to Yu Xiaogang, "Teacher, my father is Tang Hao. As for my mother's name, Tang San has never heard Father mention it."

When Tang Hao got drunk, he would call out Ah Yin, Ah Yin. Tang San had also guessed that Ah Yin was probably his mother.

As for her surname, he did not know.

"What? Tang Hao!"

Yu Xiaogang's entire body trembled. He had never imagined that Tang San's father was actually Tang Hao!

"Clear Sky Douluo, Tang Hao..."