Tang San thought it over and over, but no matter how he considered it, he could not understand how the son of a Titled Douluo could have nearly died while hunting his first Soul Ring. If he told anyone about this, they would most likely think he was an idiot.
"Impossible!"
"Absolutely impossible!"
"My father is just a blacksmith. How could he possibly be some Titled Douluo? Dean, stop joking with me. If you won't come with me to save Xiao Wu, then I'll go myself!"
Tang San stood up, ready to charge off to save Xiao Wu without even considering what his own strength was.
The moment he got up, Flender slapped him back down. "Tang San, I wasn't lying!"
"Your father really is the Clear Sky Douluo, a Titled Douluo with the optimal Soul Ring configuration of two yellow, two purple, four black, and one red."
Tang San struggled to get up. "Dean! Stop lying to me! My father can't even take care of himself. Since I was three, I've been washing his clothes and cooking for him. How could he be a Titled Douluo? What kind of Titled Douluo is like that? A Titled Douluo like that..."
Tang San had almost said, Isn't that just useless? But then he remembered that useless person was his own father, so he silently shut his mouth and did not say the rest.
"Tang San, I know it's hard for you to believe, but right now, only your father, that Titled Douluo, can save Xiao Wu and the others. According to Old Zhao, if they really fought, I'm afraid even I wouldn't be his match. Those five Ten-Thousand-Year Soul Rings might be real, and the only explanation for having five Ten-Thousand-Year Soul Rings is that he has Twin Martial Souls. That also means he has at least five more unknown soul skills. With that many soul skills, Old Zhao and I can't beat him." Flender earnestly tried to persuade him.
Listening to Flender's explanation, Tang San's face went pale. Thinking that even a Soul Sage like Flender, whose strength exceeded Zhao Wuji's, could not defeat Lin Feng, he felt an overwhelming sense of helplessness.
"Dean, Teacher Zhao, can Xiao Wu really not be saved?" Tang San asked, his eyes red.
Flender shook his head. "We can only ask the Clear Sky Douluo to take action. Other than that, there is no way. Tang San, do you know where your father is?"
"How would I..." Tang San had been about to shake his head and say that there was no way he could know, but then Holy Spirit Village came to mind. "Dean, Teacher Zhao, I know a place. Father might be there."
Inside a cave near Holy Spirit Village, Tang Hao looked at the Blue Silver Grass before him and poured a mouthful of wine down his throat. The fiery liquor burned as it went down, delivering an intense stimulation while numbing his nerves.
"Ah Yin, Little San has grown well these past few years. Although I don't know where his abilities came from, perhaps our vengeance can be achieved in the future."
Leaning against the Blue Silver Grass, Tang Hao stroked a jade box. Inside the box was Blue Silver Emperor Ah Yin's Hundred Thousand Year Soul Bone from her right leg.
That Soul Bone's skills were flight and healing. Originally, Blue Silver Emperor Ah Yin had intended it to allow Tang Hao to recover from his injuries after Exploding Ring, but Tang Hao had not absorbed the Soul Bone.
Tang Hao had long since given up on himself, but the last traces of responsibility and hope that remained in him had allowed that Soul Bone to be preserved.
Especially after Tang San awakened Blue Silver Grass and the Clear Sky Hammer as his Martial Souls, Tang Hao, believing that they might be able to take revenge, decided to leave that Hundred Thousand Year Soul Bone with healing abilities for Tang San.
Even though he sensed that something was off about Tang San, whether it was his trips outside to cultivate or the Hidden Weapon techniques he had somehow learned, none of it seemed like something a normal child would do.
But Tang San existed for the sake of future vengeance. Tang Hao did not care what his child was like; he only cared whether he could seek revenge against Spirit Hall.
The moment Tang San awakened Blue Silver Grass, Tang Hao had decided to absorb the Hundred Thousand Year Soul Bone himself and give up on Tang San. But Tang San had awakened Twin Martial Souls.
Tang San with Blue Silver Grass did not matter, but Tang San with Twin Martial Souls was his proudest son.
His previous cultivation and those Hidden Weapon techniques from who knew where no longer mattered. Twin Martial Souls gave him an even greater chance at revenge, so even though Tang Hao's injuries were not light, he still did not choose to absorb the Hundred Thousand Year Soul Bone that could have allowed him to recover quickly.
As the Clear Sky Douluo and one of the twin stars of the Clear Sky Sect, once the continent's number one sect, his understanding of Martial Souls far surpassed the Master's.
The Master still had to guess and ask around to understand Twin Martial Souls, but as the former prospective young sect master of the Clear Sky Sect, Tang Hao knew some of Spirit Hall's secrets to a certain extent.
He knew that Twin Martial Souls required Soul Bones to prevent the body from exploding, so this Soul Bone could only be left to Tang San. Even if Tang San behaved like an old demon who had taken possession of another body, fathers in Third Young Master's works mostly only cared about their children's talent. As for what was wrong with the child, that was not important.
Twin Martial Souls—an eye and a scorpion, Martial Souls unrelated to the White Tiger, could still be his son, and the mother would still be the only woman he had ever loved. As for an eye with level-one Soul Power and Blue Silver Grass with Innate Full Soul Power, who cared about that?
"Ah Yin, do you know? Little San was actually able to spar with Zhao Wuji, a seven-ring Soul Sage, using only level twenty-nine Soul Power. I really don't know where his talent came from. Or could it be a skill Blue Silver Grass possesses naturally?"
Tang Hao numbed himself with excuses. For the sake of revenge, he ignored certain suspicious details and automatically made them seem reasonable in his mind. Yet whether the Blue Silver Grass was conscious or whether a breeze happened to blow through the cave, one of its leaves somehow touched Tang Hao.
The slightly cool sensation sobered Tang Hao up a little. Then he noticed that someone seemed to have arrived outside the cave.
After sensing their auras, he discovered that the three presences belonged to Tang San, Flender, and Zhao Wuji.
"Why are they here? What are they doing here?"
After hesitating briefly, Tang Hao chose to conceal his aura. He was not yet prepared to tell Tang San that he was a Titled Douluo, since that would scare away Xiao Wu, who was by Tang San's side. Thus, Tang Hao hid himself directly.
After he hid, Tang San, Flender, and Zhao Wuji entered the cave.
Inside the cave, the three of them immediately spotted the Blue Silver Emperor, which was far more robust than ordinary Blue Silver Grass.
Seeing the luxuriantly growing Blue Silver Grass, Tang San could not help walking over and raising his hand to gently stroke the enormous plant. Immediately afterward, a gentle feeling spread through his entire body, making him feel very close to it.
"Tang San, is this Blue Silver Grass your family grows?" Zhao Wuji asked, watching Tang San's intimate manner with the Blue Silver Emperor.
"Perhaps. I've never seen Father tend to it, but I feel very close to it."
"I see. Tang San, move aside for a moment. Perfect, I'll give it some farmyard manure."
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