Eternal Life, Nine-Heart Blood Begonia

Chapter 4: Eternal Life, Nine-Heart Blood Begonia

"Hiss!"

Even the usually composed Tang Hao could not help but suck in a cold breath!

He had never expected one of Qin Feng's Two-Form forms to be the Nine-Heart Blood Begonia!

The Nine-Heart Blood Begonia was in no way inferior to the Undying Nine-Heart Begonia of the Earth Three Sects. Its healing power was even stronger than the latter's.

If the Nine-Heart Begonia of the Earth Three Sects could be called undying, then Qin Feng's Nine-Heart Blood Begonia could be called eternal life!

"Xiao Feng, change your Two-Form Hammer back to how it was before its mutation. Before you are fully capable of protecting yourself, do not reveal it."

Tang Hao spoke to Qin Feng earnestly.

"Its form before the mutation?"

Qin Feng looked at Tang Hao in confusion.

This was a warning from a Titled Douluo, so Qin Feng naturally would not dismiss it.

But if even Tang Hao said so, just how damn impressive was this hammer of his?!

After all, this was the guy who dared smash Spirit Hall, the father of the most badass man in Douluo.

"You only need to control it with your mind, then mobilize your Soul Power to seal it."

Thinking Qin Feng did not understand, Tang Hao patiently explained in detail.

It was Tang San's first time seeing his father like this, and he had never heard his father speak so much in a single day!

What kind of person is Feng Ge, exactly?

As Tang San looked at Qin Feng, his eyes gained a depth that did not belong to someone his age.

"Uncle Tang, like this?"

With a flick of Qin Feng's wrist, it instantly changed back into the nail hammer from before!

Its curved ram horns and thick hammer base made it look outrageously ugly!

"You mutated through this hammer?"

Tang Hao felt as if his entire worldview had crumbled.

Were children these days all this incredible?

Even the Clear Sky Hammer only had a one-in-ten-thousand chance of mutating into the Two-Form Heavenly Gang Hammer, yet Qin Feng had successfully mutated a mere ordinary Ram-Horn Nail Hammer!

Had the world outside changed during the six years he had been living in seclusion?

Tang Hao could not help questioning whether he had fallen behind the times.

Otherwise, how could a child he had casually picked up be such a freak!

"Mm-hm."

Qin Feng nodded.

"Dad, isn't Feng Ge amazing?"

Tang San looked at Tang Hao with his big round eyes. In his memory, his father had never shown such a complicated and vivid expression!

"Tang Hao! Tang Hao!!"

At that moment, an elderly voice came from outside.

"It's Grandpa Jack!"

Upon hearing that voice, Xiao San hurried outside to greet him.

Grandpa Jack was one of the few people in the village who treated him well. Back when his family had been desperately poor, Grandpa Jack would often bring him rice.

Sure enough, an old man leaning on a cane walked in. Seeing Xiao San come to greet him, Old Jack smiled kindly.

He had not spoiled this child for nothing. What a sensible boy.

"What is it?"

Tang Hao looked at Jack and asked flatly.

The man was only a few years older than him and merely looked older, yet he always acted like an elder. It annoyed Tang Hao greatly.

"What a lazy, slovenly bum! If it weren't for Xiao San and Xiao Feng, I wouldn't even want to set foot in your forge!"

Seeing Tang Hao's disdainful gaze, Old Jack snapped.

"Then don't."

Tang Hao finished the food in his bowl, took a drink of wine, and headed into the inner room without even looking back.

"You! You!!"

Old Jack pointed at Tang Hao, so furious that his lungs were about to burst.

"If it weren't for these two children, do you think I'd want to come?!"

Old Jack shouted angrily at Tang Hao, who had already lain down in the inner room.

"Notting Junior Spirit Master Academy starts next week. Our village has one spot, and the neighboring village happened to have no suitable candidate, leaving them with an extra spot. I want to send Xiao Feng and Xiao San there together."

Old Jack spoke to Tang Hao.

"Do whatever you want. I don't have a single coin."

Tang Hao's dispirited voice came from the inner room.

"You lazy blacksmith, we don't need your money! The village will send both children there at public expense!"

Old Jack's white beard trembled with rage, and his normally benevolent face became somewhat ferocious. He felt that with this blacksmith around, he would lose at least ten years off his life!

"Whatever."

Tang Hao turned over and replied indifferently.

"Children, you must not grow up as worthless as he is. Grandpa will come pick you up tomorrow morning and take you to Notting Junior Academy to study. As the saying goes, one who stays near vermilion turns red, while one who stays near ink turns black. I'm afraid you'll pick up bad habits if you stay with this lazy bum too long, so it's best to leave as soon as possible."

Old Jack offered his heartfelt sarcasm, then left the forge leaning on his cane.

That night was peaceful. The familiar sound of snoring still echoed through the forge.

But the only difference was that there was now someone beside Tang San's bed.

The two seemed to have a tacit understanding, and both slept quietly through the night.

Before dawn the next morning, the sounds of hammering rang out from the forge.

"What a beautiful hammer technique!"

Tang San and Qin Feng had both gotten up. The two peered out from behind the curtain with wide eyes.

"Disorder Splitting Wind Hammer?!"

Qin Feng muttered under his breath.

This Disorder Splitting Wind Hammer was a hammer technique passed down exclusively through the direct line of the Clear Sky Sect. Tang Hao had beaten Spirit Hall into trembling at the mere mention of him with this very technique!

"Feng Ge knows this hammer technique?"

Tang San asked in surprise.

Although Qin Feng had spoken softly just now, Tang San, standing beside him, had still heard it.

"Since you two little fellows are awake, come over here."

Before Qin Feng could answer, Tang Hao turned his gaze toward them and spoke.

"Dad."

"Uncle Tang."

The two greeted Tang Hao.

"Xiao San, haven't you always wanted to learn the art of forging? I'll teach you today. Xiao Feng, you can learn along with him."

As Tang Hao finished speaking, he raised the Forging Hammer once more.

For some reason, Tang San could clearly sense that his father's expression was somewhat unusual.

Before this, his father had practically always slept in the morning, worked in the afternoon, and drank at night. In Tang San's memory, he had almost never woken up this early.

Yet today, his father had actually risen so early of his own accord. It was truly unbelievable.

Tang San did not understand, but Qin Feng understood perfectly.

Though Tang Hao appeared dispirited and indifferent toward everything, he actually cared deeply about Tang San.

He had even indirectly taught Tang San the Disorder Splitting Wind Hammer. As an outsider, Qin Feng saw it as clearly as day.

A father's love was silent and subtle. It was not as expressive as a mother's love, nor as fervent. Perhaps sometimes you could not feel it at all, but in truth, a father's love had always been quietly by your side.

Still, Qin Feng was indeed a little surprised that Tang Hao had allowed him to learn the Disorder Splitting Wind Hammer as well.

"Draw strength from your calves and connect your entire body as one. That is true strength."

The Forging Hammer in Tang Hao's hand swept in an arc. With a low shout, it smashed down on the block of pig iron with the ferocity of a tiger. Amid a piercing crash, the red-hot iron was completely deformed!

With another clang, the hammer struck the pig iron, sending out blinding sparks. The brick-like chunk of iron instantly flattened!

Standing nearby, Qin Feng felt the power that surged forth as Tang Hao's muscles suddenly bulged, like roaring waves crashing toward him!

Such a real, visceral impact was impossible to comprehend without experiencing it firsthand. It was utterly shocking!!

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