I'm a Hammer Too

"Xiao San, show me your Martial Soul."

A burly, bearded middle-aged man emerged from behind the curtain.

"Okay, Dad!"

Tang San flicked his wrist, and a Blue Silver Grass emitting a faint glow appeared.

Tang Hao stared blankly at the little grass in Tang San's hand. It took him a long while to come back to himself.

Qin Feng, standing nearby, knew that Tang Hao had remembered his wife.

Back on Douluo Continent, Ah Yin had sacrificed herself for Tang Hao. It had become a pain he could never overcome.

What in this world could make an unyielding man willingly sink into despair? Only losing the one he loved. Without that person, even the dazzling starry sky would seem gray, and even the finest food would be hard to swallow.

"Heh, Blue Silver Grass! Just like hers... Blue Silver Grass!"

Tang Hao suddenly turned around in dejection. His burly body nearly knocked Tang San over.

The Blue Silver Grass in Tang San's hand vanished on its own at that moment.

"Dad."

Tang San called out to Tang Hao.

"Don't bother me!!" Tang Hao said coldly.

"Dad, I think I have another Martial Soul."

Tang San looked toward Tang Hao, who had already gone behind the curtain.

"What?!"

In an instant, the curtain was flung open!

Tang San slowly raised his left hand. Black light burst forth, followed by a pitch-black Martial Soul resembling a miniature Forging Hammer!

It was so heavy that Tang San's hand drooped slightly!

"This is..."

A faint gleam surged in Tang Hao's eyes. Tang San had never seen such a complicated expression on his father's face!

"Twin Martial Souls. My son actually has Twin Martial Souls!"

Tang Hao's expression was complicated, yet filled with excitement!

Twin Martial Souls were an exceedingly rare existence in this world, something seen once in a thousand years!

"Child, remember this from now on: you must use the hammer in your left hand to protect the grass in your right hand. Forever!!"

A rare light appeared in Tang Hao's clouded eyes. Then he turned and entered the inner room!

"Mm!"

Though he did not understand what his father meant, Tang San still nodded.

"Feng Ge, what's wrong with my dad? He suddenly seems so sad."

Tang San and Qin Feng returned to preparing dinner.

As Tang San washed the rice, he blurted out the question.

Yet as soon as he asked it, a self-mocking look appeared in his eyes.

Qin Feng was only six years old. What could he possibly understand?

"I think he remembered something."

Qin Feng replied as he washed the vegetables.

Though both boys were only a little over six, anyone watching them would have been shocked.

Qin Feng and Tang San worked in perfect order, without a trace of a child's carelessness. They were practically like two adults!

In truth, they really were both adults!

Tang San had been reborn, and so had Qin Feng.

"Oh?"

Tang San looked at Qin Feng in surprise. He clearly had not expected Qin Feng to say something so mature.

Still, he agreed with Qin Feng. Perhaps his father truly had some secret buried in his heart.

After washing the vegetables and rice, Tang San was in charge of tending the fire while Qin Feng cooked.

Qin Feng had tasted Tang San's cooking before, and it was honestly even more dreadful than the food he, a straight guy, made.

As a single designer living alone in the twenty-first century, he had some taste in life beyond just living on instant noodles.

At the very least, he could stir-fry a few decent dishes.

The orange-red sunset sank beyond the horizon. In the only blacksmith shop of Holy Spirit Village, two children around six years old bustled about, while the burly, muscular man in the inner room slept soundly.

Before long, a fragrant aroma filled the house.

"Dad, get up and eat!"

There was stir-fried greens with radish, plain shredded potatoes, and a bowl of mustard green soup. Compared to their usual meals, this was practically a holiday feast.

"Yawn!"

Tang Hao climbed out of bed, yawning heavily with a sleepy look on his face before sitting down at the table.

"Why did you make so many dishes today? Your cooking has improved a little."

Tang Hao spoke as he ate and drank.

"Dad, Feng Ge made this."

Tang San sat at the table, though only half his head showed above it because it was too tall.

"Oh? Your name is Qin Feng, right?"

Tang Hao looked toward Qin Feng.

"Mm-hm!"

Qin Feng, with only half his head visible above the table, nodded.

As expected, big shots were all so forgetful!

"Dad, Feng Ge's cooking is really good."

Tang San spoke while eating.

This meal was so much better than anything he made. Tang San truly admired Qin Feng!

For a six-year-old, this was simply outrageous!!

"Mm. You can work together from now on. That way, we can eat sooner."

Tang Hao said blandly.

"Oh, right, Dad. Feng Ge's Martial Soul seems to be similar to my hammer too."

That evening, while they had some free time, the two had exchanged information about their Martial Souls.

"You're a hammer too?"

Tang Hao looked at Qin Feng.

"Mm, I'm a hammer too."

Qin Feng answered.

But as the words left his mouth, he vaguely felt that this conversation seemed a little strange??

"Show it to me."

Tang Hao said.

Tang Hao's interest in this child was no less than his interest in his own son.

Qin Feng had risen eight levels in a single day of blacksmithing. Tang Hao might have looked expressionless, but inwardly, he was in turmoil!

"Mm."

Qin Feng nodded.

Then, with a focused thought, a hammer appeared in his palm. It resembled an ordinary Forging Hammer, except its upper half was platinum and its lower half was Black Gold. Faint lightning flickered across it, and ancient inscriptions were carved into its surface!

"The Two-Form Heavenly Gang Hammer!!"

Even the usually calm Tang Hao could not suppress his excitement and cried out!

The Two-Form Heavenly Gang Hammer was the ultimate form of hammer-type Weapon Martial Souls, the emperor among hammers!

Legend had it that if the Clear Sky Hammer, known as the king of hammers, mutated, it had a chance of becoming the Two-Form Heavenly Gang Hammer. However, only one ancient great expert had ever succeeded, and even that was merely a legend.

"Uncle Tang, is this hammer very powerful?"

Seeing Tang Hao's stunned expression, Qin Feng asked in slight confusion.

Tang Hao was a Titled Douluo, yet even he was so shocked. Perhaps this black-and-white hammer really was remarkable—but why could Qin Feng not feel it?!

"This is the Two-Form Heavenly Gang Hammer. The black hammer shatters the heavens, while the white hammer cuts off the gates of the underworld. Summon the power of the Platinum Hammer and let me see what ability it has."

Tang Hao looked at Qin Feng with a complicated yet solemn expression.

This little fellow had given him far too many surprises. He had not expected that he had truly picked up a treasure!

"Uncle Tang, then how do I summon its ability?"

Qin Feng awkwardly fiddled with the hammer, completely at a loss.

"Use your thoughts to stir the Soul Power in your body, then pour it into the Two-Form Heavenly Gang Hammer. After that, turn its reverse side upward."

Tang Hao instructed Qin Feng.

It was strange that Qin Feng possessed such a top-tier mutated Martial Soul but did not know how to use it.

Following Tang Hao's instructions, Qin Feng caused a faint light to appear along the platinum edge of the Two-Form Heavenly Gang Hammer. The red glow was extremely strange, resembling a blooming blood flower.

This is already the third chapter. Writing is so hard; setting up the plot is the biggest headache. If you think it's good, please vote and add it to your collection. Thank you, everyone, thank you so much!!