Tang Hao's Visit!

As soon as he finished speaking, the courtyard gate remained closed, yet a tall figure appeared silently in the yard like a ghost. It was none other than Clear Sky Douluo, Tang Hao.

He still wore that shabby black robe, his disheveled hair concealing most of his face. But the eyes occasionally visible through his hair were fixed tightly on Fu Shiyan, who sat beside the stone table, filled with scrutiny, vigilance, and a trace of complexity.

"You knew I would come?"

Tang Hao's voice was hoarse and low, like two pieces of raw iron grinding together.

Fu Shiyan set down his teacup, gestured for him to sit, and said calmly:

"Your Excellency cares deeply for your son. Since I have accepted Xiao San as my disciple, it is only natural that you would come to see me."

Tang Hao did not sit. He remained where he was, and his powerful presence seemed to make the air in the courtyard congeal.

"I investigated you, Fu Shiyan.

There is no one like you in Nuoding City or the surrounding provinces.

You appeared out of nowhere.

An eighteen-year-old Soul Emperor? Hmph, unheard of!"

His tone carried undisguised suspicion and pressure. As his words fell, Soul Power at the level of a Titled Douluo gradually revealed itself.

Facing that pressure, Fu Shiyan's expression did not change. Even the hem of his clothes remained utterly still.

He gently stroked a fallen leaf on the stone table, his tone as calm as ever:

"Douluo Continent is vast beyond measure, and there are countless reclusive experts. Just because His Excellency Haotian has not heard of them does not mean they do not exist.

As for my origins, do they matter? What matters is what I can teach Xiao San, and whether I would harm him."

Tang Hao's gaze remained sharp as he raised another question:

"Why did you take him as your disciple? Do not tell me it was because you valued his talent!

Twin Martial Souls may be rare, but with your strength and talent, I do not believe that was your only reason."

Fu Shiyan raised his eyes and met Tang Hao's piercing gaze before slowly speaking:

"Back then, Clear Sky Douluo became a Titled Douluo at the age of forty-four. In his first battle, he defeated several Titled Douluos from Spirit Hall and severely injured the previous Pope, Qian Xunji, beyond recovery.

Though the truth of that matter was fiercely suppressed, there are not none who know of it."

His tone shifted as he pointed directly at the heart of the matter. "Xiao San's Martial Soul is Blue Silver Grass.

The origin of my own Martial Soul also came from the evolution of Blue Silver Grass. Therefore, I am exceedingly familiar with the fundamental power of Blue Silver Grass Martial Souls.

Xiao San's Martial Soul cannot possibly be ordinary Blue Silver Grass. The potential and life essence contained within it surpass those of common Blue Silver Grass severalfold.

If it must be given a name, it should be called—Blue Silver King!"

Tang Hao's body trembled almost imperceptibly.

Fu Shiyan continued, "How could an ordinary child from Holy Soul Village awaken a Martial Soul with such potential?

Combined with his Innate Full Soul Power and the fact that his surname is Tang..."

He paused. His voice remained level, but his words were razor-sharp.

"Combined with how His Excellency Haotian and your beloved were pursued by Spirit Hall all those years ago...

If my guess is correct, your beloved—the fallen Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast—was originally Blue Silver Grass, was she not?

Or rather, the sovereign among Blue Silver Grass—Blue Silver Emperor."

The air in the courtyard instantly turned bitterly cold!

Tang Hao's aura abruptly became dangerous and violent, like a volcano on the verge of erupting. He spoke in a chilling tone:

"You know so many secrets... Aren't you afraid I'll kill you?"

"Of course not."

Fu Shiyan remained calm, as though he could not feel the killing intent powerful enough to make a Soul Saint collapse.

"First, I bear Tang San no ill will.

When it comes to instructing and developing Blue Silver Grass Martial Souls, I dare say that across the entire continent, no one surpasses me.

Even regarding the inheritance of the Blue Silver Emperor Bloodline, I am confident that I have unique insights into its specific cultivation path. I may not be inferior."

"Second, if you fear that I might affect Xiao San's awakening of the Blue Silver Emperor Bloodline, then you are worrying unnecessarily.

Although my Martial Soul originated from Blue Silver Grass, it has long since embarked upon a different path of evolution. I do not possess the Blue Silver Emperor Bloodline and was never destined for that path.

My evolutionary direction is not the same as the Blue Silver Emperor's."

"Third, and most importantly."

Fu Shiyan looked openly at Tang Hao. "The fact that you stood here and listened to me finish speaking rather than striking with thunderous force the moment we met is enough to prove that you do not truly intend to kill me.

Given Clear Sky Douluo's usual temperament, if you truly considered me an enemy, you would likely not have allowed me to say another word."

He paused slightly, a nearly imperceptible confidence entering his voice:

"Besides, even if you truly wished to make a move, I... am not without means to protect myself and respond."

Fu Shiyan extended his hand again, pointing at the stone stool opposite him:

"So, sit and have a cup of tea, His Excellency Haotian.

You and I are not enemies."

Tang Hao stared fixedly at Fu Shiyan, the killing intent and Soul Power surging around him like restless tides.

The Blue Silver Grass in the courtyard all bent to the ground beneath that terrifying pressure.

After a long silence, that horrifying aura finally receded slowly like the tide.

He still did not sit, but his taut body relaxed slightly.

He gave Fu Shiyan a deep look. That gaze was impossibly complex, yet it also held a trace of... relief.

"There are people from Spirit Hall around Yu Xiaogang, and someone was watching Xiao San and you as well. But I took care of them all."

"And remember what you said today."

Tang Hao's voice was still hoarse, but it contained less killing intent.

After saying that, he spoke no more. His figure silently merged into the night, just as he had come.

Just before his figure completely vanished into the darkness, a low but clear sentence remained behind:

"Xiao San... I'll leave him to you."

Before the words had fully faded, the figure was already gone.

Fu Shiyan sat alone in the courtyard, looking in the direction Tang Hao had disappeared. He gently swirled the teacup in his hand, a faint smile curling at the corner of his lips.

Dealing with that troubled, decisive, and murderous Clear Sky Douluo was no easy matter.

But Clear Sky Douluo?

Heh, he was nothing more than an irresponsible father and a reckless brute!

Then his body strangely transformed into wood before gradually dispersing.

Over the following days, Fu Shiyan continued as usual, visiting Nuoding Academy every two or three days to guide Tang San's cultivation.

Tang San improved at an astonishing pace. Not only did his Soul Power steadily increase, but his control over Blue Silver Grass also became more refined. Without relying on specific Spirit Skills, he could already perform many complex forms of Entanglement, restraint, and even simple transformations.

One day, Tang San told Fu Shiyan that he wanted to find part-time work at a Blacksmith Shop. On one hand, it would train his body and control over his strength; on the other, it would allow him to earn some living expenses, as he did not want to keep relying on his master.

Fu Shiyan had no objection. In fact, he felt that training Tang San's physique and fine control would benefit the choice of his second Spirit Ring, so he casually agreed and told him to find a suitable Blacksmith Shop himself.

He was happy to have some leisure as well, allowing him to digest and familiarize himself with his greatly increased strength and knowledge.

However, while the relationship between Fu Shiyan and Tang San steadily grew more harmonious, Yu Xiaogang on the other side fell into deep disappointment and agitation.

His failure to take Tang San as a disciple, his theories being publicly rebuked until their foundations collapsed, and his coughing up blood before falling unconscious...

That series of blows severely wounded his already sensitive and insecure heart.

He shut himself in his room for days, unwilling to see anyone. Fu Shiyan's words and Tang San's cold gaze echoed through his mind again and again.