The Truth Revealed, the Clear Sky Hammer, the World's Greatest Tool Martial Soul
Yu Xiaogang closed his eyes briefly.
When he opened his eyes again, he forcibly suppressed the urgency and anxiety in them.
You absolutely must not panic, and you must not interrogate the Xiao San.
He understands Tang San.
This child responds better to gentle persuasion than force, and is actually very opinionated.
"Well..."
He sighed deeply.
The sigh drifted away on the night wind, carrying a deep sense of helplessness.
He stepped forward and gently patted Tang San's shoulder.
The movements were slow, carrying a heavy sense of reassurance.
"The Xiao San."
He spoke, his voice low and slow, trying to adopt his usual persuasive tone.
"Your teacher knows that what Lin Qingmo showed you today had a great impact on you."
"Don't even mention you, I, your teacher, was deeply shaken as well."
He paused, observing Tang San's reaction.
She frowned, seemingly displeased that he had mentioned Lin Qingmo.
"However, you must see the true nature of things."
"What enabled Lin Qingmo to achieve all this?"
Yu Xiaogang asked and answered himself, his tone becoming more certain.
"It was a serendipitous encounter, a special opportunity that we cannot understand or replicate."
"Perhaps the mysterious Titled Douluo behind him gave him some Heavenly Treasure, or perhaps his Martial Soul underwent a mutation we are unaware of."
"Things obtained by luck are like castles in the air—they look magnificent, but they have no foundation."
"More importantly, it cannot be taught or replicated. For the vast majority of Soul Master, including you, it has no reference value whatsoever."
"Even though it seems like you all have the Blue Silver Grass Martial Soul, he is clearly different."
Yu Xiaogang looked at Tang San, his eyes regaining focus and strength.
"But we're different, Xiao San."
"We are following a righteous path that combines theory and practice. We are taking one step at a time, and our foundation is extremely solid."
"This is the most reliable path to the pinnacle of power."
He saw Tang San's eyelashes flutter, and knew he was listening.
It's a good thing that you're listening!
"And don't forget your own talents."
Yu Xiaogang emphasized his words, giving a guiding tone.
"Twin Martial Souls —this is a peerless talent that appears only once in a hundred years, no, a thousand years. How many people in the entire Douluo Continent can possess such a talent?"
"No matter how extraordinary Lin Qingmo's encounter was, the upper limit of his talent was roughly determined the moment he awakened his Martial Soul."
"And what about you, Xiao San...?"
Yu Xiaogang paused, then said, word by word, "It is unknown."
"Twin Martial Souls signify limitless possibilities. This is your most precious and powerful reliance, something no fortuitous encounter can compare to."
These words were like a key, instantly unlocking a floodgate in Tang San's heart that had been blocked by confusion.
His eyes suddenly lit up, like two sparks that had been rekindled.
"Teacher! Can I begin cultivating my Second Martial Soul now?"
His body leaned forward unconsciously, his voice filled with barely suppressed urgency and longing.
Get stronger!
Tang San's mind was filled with only these two words.
He was fed up with the feeling of powerlessness when facing Lin Qingmo, fed up with being completely overshadowed by Lin Qingmo's brilliance.
If I could cultivate Second Martial Soul, if I could become stronger even faster...
He even began to fantasize about the scene where he possessed two powerful Martial Soul and could Lin Qingmo.
However, Yu Xiaogang's expression changed drastically the moment he asked the question.
"Can't!"
A stern, almost rebuking denial burst from Yu Xiaogang's mouth.
His tone was firm and unwavering, leaving no room for negotiation.
Even his weak aura as a Soul Grandmaster rippled slightly due to his emotional excitement, startling the night birds roosting nearby.
The color drained completely from Tang San's face in an instant.
His lips were pressed tightly together, almost forming a pale straight line.
The light in his eyes vanished instantly, replaced by deep resentment.
Why?
He looked up at Yu Xiaogang and stubbornly asked, "Teacher, why?"
"Since the Second Martial Soul has unlimited potential, why can't I cultivate it now? I want to become stronger, I want to..."
He wanted to say, "I want to defeat Lin Qingmo," but ultimately swallowed the words back.
Seeing the disappointment and resentment in his disciple's eyes, Yu Xiaogang felt a pang of tenderness, but more than that, a complex sense of heaviness settled over him.
He knew that some secrets had to be revealed.
Otherwise, the rift between master and apprentice will only widen.
He sighed again, this time a sigh that contained so much more.
Yu Xiaogang turned his back to Tang San and looked at the crescent moon on the horizon.
The cold moonlight shone on his gray hair and his tall, slightly lonely, affectedly posed back.
There was a long silence.
"Xiao San, it's time to tell you some things."
Yu Xiaogang finally spoke, his voice low and solemn, as if he were unveiling a long-buried story.
"About your Second Martial Soul, about your background."
Tang San's heart skipped a beat.
life experience?
He was just the son of an ordinary blacksmith; what kind of background could he possibly have?
Could it be my mother...? I've never actually seen my mother since I was born.
Yu Xiaogang slowly turned around, looking at Tang San with a complicated expression.
"Your Second Martial Soul is no ordinary thing."
He slowly said, "That is the number one Tool Martial Soul in the world, the ultimate symbol of power and dominance— the Clear Sky Hammer."
Clear Sky Hammer?!
Tang San's pupils suddenly contracted, as if he had been struck by lightning.
The number one Tool Martial Soul in the world?
Is this... is this real?
Before he could even process this information, Yu Xiaogang's next words shocked him to his core.
"And your father was none other than Tang Hao, the Clear Sky Douluo, who was once renowned throughout the continent and hailed as the youngest Titled Douluo."
Yu Xiaogang spoke slowly and deliberately, ensuring that each word was clearly transmitted to Tang San's ears.
Boom--!
Tang San's mind went blank.
He staggered, uncontrollably taking half a step back, almost losing his balance.
His mouth was slightly open, and his eyes were wide open, filled with bewilderment and disbelief.
Clear Sky Douluo?
Tang Hao?
That blacksmith father, who was always drinking, unkempt, and taciturn... was he the Clear Sky Douluo? Was he Titled Douluo standing at the pinnacle of the Soul Master World?
This is simply... as absurd as a dream!
But these words came from the teacher's mouth.
The teacher... probably wouldn't lie to me.
After the initial shock came a flood of questions.
Clenching his fists so tightly that his nails dug into his palms, Tang San tried to use the pain to bring himself back to his senses.
He looked at Yu Xiaogang and asked in a dry voice, "Teacher... if, if my father really is Clear Sky Douluo, he's so powerful... why, why didn't he teach me himself?"
If... if I also had a Titled Douluo father to personally teach me, and received the best resources and training from a young age.
Does that mean my current strength far surpasses Lin Qingmo's?
Wouldn't that alleviate that feeling of helplessness?
A strong sense of resentment mixed with a desire for greater power churned within his chest.
Upon hearing this question, Yu Xiaogang's expression became even more solemn, even revealing a hint of grimness.
"Because your father is being hunted down by an extremely powerful force."
"For your safety, he has no choice but to entrust you to me."
Which force?
Tang San was taken aback.
His own father was being hunted down; no wonder he went into hiding and became a blacksmith.
But what force would dare to hunt down Titled Douluo?
Yu Xiaogang took a deep breath and uttered the name that inspired both awe and fear in countless Soul Master: "It is— the Spirit Hall."