Tang San believed Xiao Feng's words.
He felt that Xiao Feng would not lie to him. The reason was that he saw Xiao Feng by the lakeside below the mountain almost every day from the mountaintop, and they interacted often in their daily lives. Xiao Feng had neither the motive nor the reason to deceive him.
Moreover, Xiao Feng's explanation just now made sense. As for the possibility that Xiao Feng, like him, was also a transmigrator, that had never even crossed his mind. Transmigration and rebirth were already absurd enough with just him alone. In his eyes, Xiao Feng had merely experienced more than others his age, making him more mature and intelligent. Otherwise, Tang San would not have willingly called him Brother Xiao Feng.
Before long, Tang San returned home full of doubts, while Xiao Feng curiously looked over the blacksmith shop before him. This was his first time here, and he was incredibly curious. But honestly, Tang San's home was truly shabby. No wonder Tang San was so skinny. Still, Xiao Feng felt that Tang Hao was responsible for most of it.
"Dad, I'm back," Tang San called as he pushed open the door.
Inside, a middle-aged man who looked exactly like a roadside beggar from Xiao Feng's previous life sat at the table drinking. Xiao Feng could not help but complain inwardly—How the hell does this guy look like a level ninety-six Title Douluo? He's clearly just a slovenly middle-aged uncle! The anime lied to me!
Seeing Tang Hao, who was completely different from the imposing figure who had descended upon Spirit Hall in his imagination, Xiao Feng's anticipation instantly vanished.
Tang Hao merely glanced at Tang San as he drank and did not respond. But when he saw Xiao Feng behind Tang San, displeasure immediately appeared in his eyes. Clearly, he was unhappy that Tang San had brought someone home without permission. Seeing that look, Xiao Feng was unhappy as well.
Damn, what a shitty personality. He isn't even trying to hide it, he's being so blatant. Is that how you treat your son's friend?
Though that was what he thought, Xiao Feng still put on an act and greeted him. "Hello, Uncle."
However, Tang Hao ignored Xiao Feng, leaving Tang San somewhat awkward. Tang San hurriedly tried to smooth things over with an apologetic expression. "Brother Xiao Feng, my dad is in a bad mood. I'm sorry."
"It's fine, it's fine. I understand."
No wonder you lost Ah Yin. With that trash personality of yours, you deserved it. You dragged a Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast nearing childbirth right under Spirit Hall's nose. What the hell was that if not asking for trouble? In the end, you even placed the responsibility on Little San. Bah, you're unworthy of being a father!
At that moment, Xiao Feng's impression of Tang Hao had plummeted to rock bottom. If not for his good relationship with Little San, Xiao Feng would have turned around and left on the spot.
"What Martial Soul did you awaken?" Tang Hao asked listlessly from beside the table as he drank.
"Blue Silver Grass."
Hearing Tang San's answer, Tang Hao froze mid-drink. Then he walked over to Tang San and said, "Release it. Let me see."
"Okay."
A small blue blade of grass emerged from Tang San's left hand. When Tang Hao saw the Blue Silver Grass, his body visibly trembled. His lips moved slightly, though no one knew what he was saying. Yet in those weathered eyes, Xiao Feng saw a fleeting trace of longing.
Tang Hao then staggered back toward his room, saying as he walked, "Blue Silver Grass. It's nothing but a useless Martial Soul. From now on, stay here and honestly become a blacksmith. Don't even think about becoming a Spirit Master."
"Dad, but I have another Martial Soul."
Suddenly, the air fell silent for two seconds. Tang Hao abruptly rushed out of his room and stared at Tang San with a shocked expression.
"Brother Xiao Feng said my situation is called Twin Martial Souls, and I also have Innate Full Soul Power."
At Tang San's words, a trace of suspicion flashed through Tang Hao's eyes. He turned his gaze toward Xiao Feng.
Xiao Feng's scalp tingled beneath that stare.
"Ahem, well, Little San, if there's nothing else, I'll head back first. We can talk later."
With that, Xiao Feng pushed open the door and fled without looking back. After Xiao Feng left, Tang San was filled with displeasure and could not help complaining, "Dad, what are you doing?"
Tang Hao ignored his son's complaint and said sternly, "Show me your second Martial Soul."
Still dissatisfied, Tang San released the Clear Sky Hammer from his left hand. The moment Tang Hao saw it, he crouched down and gripped Tang San's left hand.
"Th-this is..."
Tang Hao's breathing grew hurried, and he quickly asked, "Who has seen this Martial Soul of yours?"
Seeing Tang Hao's expression, Tang San answered somewhat uncertainly, "Only Brother Xiao Feng knows, but Brother Xiao Feng has Twin Martial Souls too, just like me."
Tang Hao was stunned as well. "He has Twin Martial Souls too?"
Tang San nodded, and Tang Hao fell silent.
"Remember this. From now on, you must not let anyone know that you have Twin Martial Souls. And unless your life is in danger, you cannot use this hammer Martial Soul. You also cannot attach a single Spirit Ring to it. Do you understand?"
As Tang San nodded at Tang Hao's words, he also voiced the doubts that had troubled him all day.
"Dad, are you a Spirit Master?"
Tang Hao fell silent again, but this time, his gaze was especially gloomy.
"Who told you that?"
Tang San's heart trembled at that look. Somewhat uneasily, he said, "I guessed it myself. Brother Xiao Feng said that when people awaken their Martial Souls, most of them inherit their parents' Martial Souls. So I wondered whether you might be a Spirit Master. And with what you said to me today, so..."
Tang Hao looked at Tang San. He had not expected his son to be so clever, able to infer so much from so little. Yet at the same time, he became even more suspicious of Xiao Feng's identity.
How could someone from a tiny place like Holy Soul Village know things that even ordinary Spirit Masters did not know?
Looks like I need to make a trip there.
At that moment, a cold killing intent flashed through Tang Hao's heart.
Meanwhile, Xiao Feng had already returned to his villa. He was extremely upset and was wolfing down beef rice noodles.
"Ah, Tang Hao is seriously infuriating!"
"I used to think he was so damn awesome in my previous life, but now it seems he's just a reckless uncle with an absolutely terrible temper."
The more Xiao Feng thought about it, the angrier he became. From the moment he entered, Tang Hao had not shown him a single pleasant expression. It made him incredibly unhappy!
"I'm such an idiot. Why did I even go see him? I got nothing but attitude thrown in my face, and now I'm pissed off as hell."
"Waaah, System Daddy, that bastard Tang Hao bullied me. He gave me attitude and glared at me with such a vicious look."
After venting his frustration, Xiao Feng decided to complain to his system about the grievance he had suffered.
[My dear precious host, don't worry. He's only a mere Tang Hao. I'll make him understand the price of bullying you. He will taste the pain of learning why flowers are so red.] [Daring to bully my precious host? Hmph, hmph! I will never let him off lightly!]
Time passed, and night fell.
Tang Hao, clad in a cloak, stood atop the mountain. He watched the small wooden house by the lake below, his eyes full of vigilance. Suddenly, he felt an unprecedented sense of danger, as though a primordial beast had fixed its gaze upon him.
His body tensed as if facing a formidable enemy. He was a level ninety-six Title Douluo, after all. Anyone capable of making him feel such danger had to be a powerhouse no weaker than himself!
The next second, a black-robed figure with endless coldness in his eyes descended from the sky.
"Who are you?"
"Heh. You don't need to know who I am. You only need to know that I'm about to pin you to the ground and beat the hell out of you."
"Hmph, just you?"
Although the black-robed figure gave Tang Hao an extremely dangerous feeling, he was the Clear Sky Douluo, with a Hundred-Thousand-Year Spirit Ring. He was bold as hell!
But when he saw the black-robed figure's Spirit Rings, he went numb!
Tang Hao: Is it too late to regret this? Or maybe... could you hit a little lighter? And please don't hit my face...
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