The Gluttonous Little Bunny! Unbelievable-My Father Is a Title Douluo?
Night fell.
The dormitory area of the Heaven Dou Academy was completely silent.
Only in Lin Qingmo's dormitory, warm yellow light spilled across the window sill, casting a soft glow on the corridor.
"Click!"
The bathroom door slid open smoothly.
Dense water vapor surged out.
Lin Qingmo, dressed in a loose bathrobe with water droplets falling from her hair, slowly walked out.
He had just stepped into the bedroom when a soft figure pounced on him.
A pair of delicate arms wrapped around his waist from behind, her warm cheeks pressed against his back, her fingertips gripping the fabric of his robe.
"A-Qing, I miss you so much."
Xiao Wu's soft voice came from behind, carrying a hint of grievance and a deep sense of dependence.
Lin Qingmo turned around accordingly.
His fingertips brushed across the top of her hair, his voice low and gentle. "Have you been waiting long?"
"Hmm~"
Xiao Wu's voice was soft and gentle, and her fingers clenched even tighter.
"I always feel that without you, A-Qing, by my side, everything feels empty."
Upon hearing this, Lin Qingmo pulled her into his arms.
Xiao Wu's cheeks lifted slightly, her eyes reddened, her pupils glistening, her lips pursed, and her fingertips hooked the ribbon of his robe.
She pouted and said shyly and coquettishly, "A-Qing, you... you have to make it up to me!"
Lin Qingmo's lips curved slightly as his fingertips traced her chin.
"Compensate?"
"I think you're just being greedy, you little rabbit."
Having spent so much time together, the two had developed an unspoken understanding.
He could read her every subtle movement with precision.
He used his arm strength to lift Xiao Wu up horizontally.
Xiao Wu gasped, immediately wrapping her arms around his neck and burying her face in his shoulder.
He walked steadily toward the bed beside him.
The warm yellow light was completely obscured by the slowly lowered bed curtains.
Only shallow breaths remained, mingling in the silent room.
At the same time.
Inside a guest room located deep within the Blue Tyrant Academy in Heaven Dou City.
The atmosphere was deathly still.
Tang San lay on the bed, his eyes closed, in a deep coma.
Suddenly, his body convulsed violently, and he sprang up.
"Xiao Wu!!!"
Suddenly he shouted out.
He covered his heart with his palm.
My forehead was covered in a thick layer of cold sweat.
A tearing pain shot through my heart.
It was as if something incredibly important was slipping away from him, something he could no longer grasp.
That feeling of emptiness made it almost impossible for him to breathe.
"Young Master! You're finally awake!"
A loud voice rang out in the room, filled with barely concealed excitement.
"?"
Tang San looked over instinctively.
Standing guard by the bed was an incredibly burly man, none other than Titan, the one who had stormed into the Blue Tyrant Academy and caused Tai Tan!
Tang San's pupils suddenly contracted.
A deep-seated rage surged across his face, along with an instinctive sense of dread.
His memory was still stuck not long ago.
The man before them, with only his Soul Power, pressed him and Yu Xiaogang firmly to the ground, their consciousness ultimately fading into darkness.
Tang San instinctively shrank back.
He braced his palms against the bed, circulated his Mysterious Heaven Skill at full speed, and channeled his Soul Power into his palms, ready to unleash his Martial Soul to counterattack at any moment.
But he hadn't had a chance to activate his Martial Soul yet.
Tai Tan then slammed his knees to the ground with a "thud".
"Click!"
The hard bluestone floor tiles were actually cracked by this impact.
He bowed deeply to Tang San on the bed, his back bent into the most respectful arc.
"Old Tai Tan greets Young Master!"
This is the ultimate form of respect.
"???"
This completely stunned Tang San.
He was glued to the bed, his Soul Power, which was running at full speed, suddenly stopped, and he even forgot to move his fingertips.
I just can't understand it!
Why would this previously domineering and incomparable Soul Douluo, who had suppressed him to the point of being unable to even activate his Martial Soul with just his aura, suddenly kneel down in such a profound gesture?
He even calls himself... Young Master?
Tang San frowned, his back pressed tightly against the bed, his palms still brimming with Soul Power, and he dared not relax for even a moment.
However, he still asked, "Who exactly are you? Why do you address me as Young Master?"
"Young Master, my name is Tai Tan. I am the current Clan Head of the Strength Clan and your most loyal servant."
"The entire Strength Clan follows their master without ever wavering."
Tai Tan slightly raised his head, his tiger-like eyes surging with excitement.
Tang San frowned even more, his questioning tone revealing an undisguised urgency.
"Master? Who is this master you're talking about?"
Countless speculations surged through my mind.
He never remembered having such an important person around him.
Could it be that someone has set a trap to deceive me?
Or did this man really mistake someone for someone else?
How could Soul Douluo- level powerhouse easily mistake someone else?
Tai Tan's expression suddenly turned solemn, and his back straightened ramrod straight.
"This old servant's master is none other than the Young Master's biological father, the great Clear Sky Douluo, Lord Tang Hao!"
For Tang Hao, Tai Tan was a deep-seated reverence and a heartfelt faith.
Upon hearing these words, Tang San was deeply shaken.
"???"
His breathing suddenly stopped.
An expression of disbelief appeared on his face.
Tang Hao!
He knew that name all too well.
That's his father!
That man who made a living as a blacksmith in Holy Soul Village, who spent his days drunk and taciturn, always clutching a wine jar.
But Clear Sky Douluo...
That's an exclusive title that only Titled Douluo, who stand at the pinnacle of the Soul Master World and receive a title, can possess!
Throughout the entire continent, the number of Titled Douluo is extremely limited.
Each and every one of them is a top-tier powerhouse capable of shaking the very fabric of a region.
His father, that down-on-his-luck blacksmith who couldn't even manage his own home, was actually a Titled Douluo?
How is that possible?
Tang San couldn't believe what he was hearing.
I could only feel a buzzing in my ears, and even my heartbeat became erratic.
"The Clear Sky Douluo you're talking about, is he Tang Hao? My father?"
Seeing his appearance, Tai Tan's tiger eyes rippled with tears, and he bowed deeply once more.
"Young Master, it is absolutely true!"
"Master Tang Hao is the direct descendant of the Clear Sky Sect, Upper Three Sects sects, and the Clear Sky Douluo is renowned throughout the continent!"
"Our Strength Clan has always been subordinate to our master and follows him!"
"Young Master, you also possess the Clear Sky Hammer Martial Soul inherited from your master, which is the symbol of the Clear Sky Sect!"
"..."
Tang San's brain went blank.
I do indeed possess the Clear Sky Hammer Martial Soul.
Countless fragments of the past flashed rapidly through my mind.
The dilapidated blacksmith shop in Holy Soul Village, the wine jar that his father always carried, and the complex and unfathomable expression on his face when he occasionally looked at him.
And there were his father's words of advice regarding his Twin Martial Souls...
So all of this was real?
He took a deep breath, suppressing the turmoil surging in his heart.
"Is everything you're saying true? My father really is Clear Sky Douluo?"
"I swear on the lives of the entire Strength Clan that everything I have said is true, without the slightest falsehood!"
Tai Tan's voice was firm and resolute, without the slightest hesitation.
"..."
Tang San slumped onto the bed.
My understanding of the past ten years or so was completely overturned at this moment.
The father he thought was an ordinary and down-on-his-luck figure turned out to be Titled Douluo standing at the pinnacle of the continent.
This truth is too shocking! Too unbelievable!