Tang Hao's Shame! Storage Soul Tool Ring from Mother!

Tang Hao was rooted to the spot by that string of furious roars. His drunken haze vanished in an instant, and shock, pain, and confusion surged through his clouded eyes.

He opened his mouth, wanting to scold him, wanting to explain himself. But when he saw the immense anger and grievance erupting from his son's small body, the tears pouring down his face, and remembered everything he had done to his son over the past six years, all his words caught in his throat.

Especially those words: "Mom will regret it." "She'll hate you." They were like the sharpest dagger, stabbing viciously into his already battered heart.

Ah Yin... his Ah Yin... If she saw Little San like this, saw him reduced to such a state...

An indescribable agony and shame swept over Tang Hao.

He staggered back a step and leaned against the cold wall. His tower-like body seemed to hunch over.

He remained silent for a long time. The air in the house seemed to freeze, leaving only Tang San's suppressed sobs and the crackling of the fire.

"...You're right."

After a while, a hoarse, dry voice finally forced its way from Tang Hao's throat, carrying the difficulty of something rusted shut for far too long. "I... have wronged you. And wronged your mother even more."

He raised his head and looked at Tang San with complicated eyes. There was pain in them, there was struggle, and finally, it turned into a faint, nearly imperceptible resolve.

"Little San, thank you for scolding me awake. From now on, I'll slowly make it up to you," Tang Hao said.

"Father, the fact that you could wake up is already the best thing," Tang San said slowly.

"How did your Martial Soul Awakening go?" Tang Hao asked.

"My Martial Souls are Blue Silver Grass, and this hammer called the Clear Sky Hammer." Tang San did not hide anything as he opened his right and left palms.

Blue Silver Grass and the Clear Sky Hammer appeared.

"This is... Twin Martial Souls!"

"My son! My son!"

Tang Hao rushed over and pulled Tang San tightly into his embrace.

At that moment, Tang San even suspected that, over the past six years, Tang Hao had never regarded the original owner of this body as his own son.

An immensely complicated feeling rose within him.

"Little San, does the person who helped awaken your Martial Soul know you have a Second Martial Soul?" Tang Hao asked.

Tang San shook his head. "No. I hid it and didn't reveal it. He only knows that I have Blue Silver Grass and Innate Full Soul Power."

Tang Hao let out a sigh of relief. "That's good. Remember this: unless your life is at stake, unless you have fully matured, never reveal the existence of the Clear Sky Hammer. This hammer signifies too many things. If it is exposed, it will bring you a fatal disaster."

If Su Yuntao knew, then he could only kill him.

But now, it seemed there was no need for that. This was the best outcome.

Taking the opportunity, Tang San asked, "Does this have a direct connection to Mom's death and your decline over these years?"

"This matter is very complicated. You are still weak now. When you grow up in the future, I will naturally tell you. You should not grow up bearing such heavy burdens. Father will carry them for you. Also, do not attach Soul Rings to the Clear Sky Hammer in the future. Once you have grown stronger, I have other plans for it. It will become an extremely terrifying weapon of destruction!"

As Tang Hao spoke, intense killing intent flashed deep in his eyes.

"I understand." Tang San nodded.

Tang Hao stood up, silently turned around, and walked to the battered wooden chest in the corner. After rummaging through it for a moment, he took out an unremarkable, even somewhat plain, dark blue ring.

He then handed it to Tang San.

"For certain reasons, I cannot appear before others directly. It is also inconvenient for me to appear in public."

"This is a Storage Soul Tool. Your mother... left it behind. You can open it by infusing it with Soul Power. There is some money inside. After you go to Nuoding City Junior Soul Master Academy, buy yourself some good food and nourish yourself properly. Consider this one part of my compensation for the years you've suffered."

His voice was still low, but it held less of its usual numbness and more heaviness, along with a father's sense of responsibility.

Tang San was stunned. So this guy really does have good things. This ring may only be an insignificant one.

He accepted the ring. It was icy cold to the touch.

From the plain ring came a faint, almost imperceptible Life Aura that shared the same origin as his Blue Silver Grass Martial Soul, making his heart tremble.

This ring seemed to truly belong to his mother, the Blue Silver Emperor.

"Dad..." Tang San called out instinctively, his feelings complicated.

Tang Hao waved his hand. His face held an unprecedented weariness and loneliness. "Go on. Pack up. I'll speak to the village chief."

After saying that, he no longer looked at Tang San. He picked up the wine flask again but did not drink immediately, only staring blankly at the fire.

Tang San put on the ring, took one deep look at his father's back, which seemed to have aged greatly in an instant, then turned and returned to his cramped little room.

He knew that some knots in the heart could not be completely undone by one fierce scolding. But at least, he had torn open a gap.

The other person needed time alone to slowly process it.

That night, all was quiet.

Tang Hao's figure appeared soundlessly before the waterfall on the Back Mountain of Sacred Soul Village.

He stared at the roaring curtain of water, and a trace of reminiscence flashed through his eyes.

With a flicker, he passed through the waterfall and entered the hidden cave behind it.

The cave was not dim. A soft blue glow radiated from its center.

There, a slender stalk of Blue Silver Grass, emitting a shimmering blue radiance, swayed gently in the breeze, Full of Vitality.

With a thud, Tang Hao dropped stiffly to his knees before the Blue Silver Grass. The once world-shaking Clear Sky Douluo now looked like a child who had done something wrong, his tall body trembling slightly.

"Ah Yin..." He stretched out his rough hand, wanting to touch the tender blades of grass, but abruptly stopped just before reaching them, as if afraid that his filth would taint their purity.

He lowered his head. His voice choked with sobs, filled with endless regret and shame:

"Today... our son scolded me awake."

"He was right... I, Tang Hao, am a good-for-nothing! A trash father! A bastard unworthy of the woman who entrusted her life to me!"

"I couldn't protect you, and I couldn't take care of our son... I let him go hungry and cold. I made him suffer so much... I even dared not tell him the truth. I only knew how to hide in alcohol and numb myself..."

"When I saw him like that, heard those words... my heart... felt as though it had been torn apart..."

"Ah Yin, I'm sorry... I've wronged you... I've wronged Little San even more... I'm not a man... I'm not a father..."

The pain, self-reproach, and grief he had suppressed for six years finally burst through their dam at that moment.

That man of iron collapsed onto the cold stone ground, his shoulders heaving violently as he let out low whimpers like an injured beast.

Glistening tears fell onto the leaves of the Blue Silver Grass. As though sensing them, the Blue Silver Grass's gentle life glow flickered faintly, and its leaves lightly brushed over Tang Hao's tear-streaked cheek, as if silently comforting him.

Moonlight filtered through gaps in the waterfall and fell over the man and the grass, cold and tranquil.

That night, Tang Hao, kneeling before his wife, began his true repentance and rebirth.

Meanwhile, in the dilapidated blacksmith shop of Sacred Soul Village, the youth Tang San rubbed the ring containing his mother's aura. After infusing it with a trace of Soul Power, he was utterly stunned.