System Daddy, Tang Hao the Bastard Is Bullying Me [No One Can Bully My Precious Host!]

Xiao Feng's words were something Tang San believed.

Because he felt Xiao Feng wouldn't deceive him. As for the reason, he saw Xiao Feng by the lakeside at the foot of the mountain almost every day from the summit, and they interacted frequently in daily life. Xiao Feng had no motive or reason to lie to him.

Moreover, Xiao Feng's explanation just now made sense. As for the possibility that Xiao Feng was also a transmigrator like him, that thought never crossed his mind. After all, one instance of transmigration or rebirth was already absurd enough. In his view, Xiao Feng was simply more mature and clever because he had experienced more than others his age. Otherwise, he wouldn't have willingly called Xiao Feng "Brother Xiao Feng."

Before long, Tang San returned home with a head full of doubts, while Xiao Feng curiously sized up the blacksmith shop before him. This was his first time here, and he was genuinely curious. But to be fair, Tang San's home was truly shabby—no wonder the kid was so scrawny. Still, Xiao Feng felt the main reason was Tang Hao.

"Dad, I'm home." Tang San pushed open the door and called out.

Inside, a man who looked just like a beggar from the streets in Xiao Feng's past life sat at the table drinking. Xiao Feng couldn't help but silently complain—"How the hell does this guy look like a Level 96 Title Douluo? He's just a sloppy middle-aged man! The anime misled me!"

Looking at Tang Hao, who was nothing like the imposing figure he'd imagined descending upon Martial Soul Hall, Xiao Feng's expectations instantly evaporated.

Tang Hao, drinking his liquor, only glanced at Tang San and ignored him. But when he saw Xiao Feng behind his son, his eyes immediately showed displeasure. Clearly, he was unhappy that Tang San had brought someone home without permission. Xiao Feng, catching that look, was equally annoyed.

"Damn, what a rotten personality. He doesn't even bother to hide it, so blunt. Is this how you treat your son's friend?"

Though he thought this, Xiao Feng still put on a facade and said, "Hello, Uncle."

Tang Hao didn't acknowledge him, leaving Tang San feeling awkward. He quickly apologized with a sheepish expression, "Brother Xiao Feng, my dad's in a bad mood. Sorry about that."

"It's fine, it's fine. I understand."

(No wonder you lost Ah Yin. With this crappy attitude, you deserve it. Taking a pregnant Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast right under Martial Soul Hall's nose—isn't that just asking for trouble? And in the end, you dump the blame on little San. Tch, you're not fit to be a father!)

At this moment, Xiao Feng's impression of Tang Hao had already hit rock bottom. If it weren't for his good relationship with Tang San, he would have turned around and walked out on the spot.

"What martial soul did you awaken?" Tang Hao asked decadently from the table, still drinking.

"Blue Silver Grass."

Hearing Tang San's words, Tang Hao paused mid-drink, then walked over to his son and said, "Release it and let me see."

"Alright."

A small blue grass materialized from Tang San's left hand. The moment he saw the Blue Silver Grass, Tang Hao's body visibly trembled. His lips moved slightly, muttering something unintelligible, but from those weary eyes, Xiao Feng caught a fleeting glimpse of longing.

Then Tang Hao staggered back to his room, muttering as he went, "Blue Silver Grass—just a trash martial soul. From now on, stay here and be 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 strode out of his room, staring at Tang San in shock.

"Brother Xiao Feng said this is called Twin Martial Souls, and I also have Innate Full Soul Power."

Hearing this, a flicker of suspicion passed through Tang Hao's eyes. He fixed his gaze on Xiao Feng.

Xiao Feng felt his scalp tingle under that stare.

"Ahem, well, Xiao San, I'll be going now. I'll catch you later."

With that, Xiao Feng pushed open the door and bolted without looking back. Tang San, seeing him leave, felt a surge of displeasure and couldn't help but reproach, "Dad, what are you doing?"

Tang Hao ignored his son's complaint and said sternly, "Show me your second martial soul."

Reluctantly, 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 tightly.

"This, this is..."

Tang Hao's breathing grew rapid. He then asked hastily, "Who else has seen this martial soul?"

Tang San, confused by his father's expression, replied, "Only Brother Xiao Feng knows. But Brother Xiao Feng also has Twin Martial Souls, just like me."

Tang Hao was taken aback. "He has Twin Martial Souls too?"

Tang San nodded. Tang Hao fell silent.

"Remember this: from now on, don't let anyone know you have Twin Martial Souls. And this hammer martial soul—don't use it unless your life is in danger. Don't attach any Spirit Rings to it either. Do you understand?"

Hearing Tang Hao's words, Tang San nodded but also voiced the doubts that had been building in his mind.

"Dad, are you a Spirit Master?"

Tang Hao fell silent again, but this time his gaze was dark and brooding.

"Who told you that?"

Seeing that look, Tang San's heart trembled. He spoke hesitantly, "I guessed it myself. Brother Xiao Feng said that when people awaken their martial souls, most inherit them from their parents. So I thought, maybe you're a Spirit Master. And with what you said today..."

Tang Hao stared at his son. He hadn't expected the boy to be so sharp, able to deduce so much from so little. But at the same time, his suspicion of Xiao Feng deepened.

How could someone from a tiny place like Holy Soul Village know things that even ordinary Spirit Masters didn't?

"It seems I need to pay a visit."

A cold chill ran through Tang Hao's heart.

On the other side, Xiao Feng had already returned to his villa. He was in a foul mood, wolfing down bowls of beef noodles.

"Ah, that Tang Hao really pisses me off!"

"In my past life, I thought he was awesome, but now? He's just a grumpy, self-destructive old man."

The more Xiao Feng thought about it, the angrier he got. From the moment he stepped through the door, Tang Hao had given him nothing but a bad attitude. It infuriated him!

"I'm such an idiot. Why did I go see him? I just got a face full of cold shoulder. Now I'm stuck feeling like crap."

"Boo-hoo, System Daddy, that bastard Tang Hao bullied me! He gave me dirty looks and glared at me like I was his enemy!"

After feeling aggrieved, Xiao Feng decided to complain to his system about his grievances.

[My dear beloved host, rest assured, a mere Tang Hao—I'll make him understand the price of bullying you. He'll taste the pain of why flowers are so red.]

[Daring to bully my beloved host, hmph! No mercy!]

Time passed, and night fell.

Wearing a cloak, Tang Hao stood atop the mountain peak, surveying the small wooden cabin by the lake below. His eyes were filled with vigilance. Suddenly, he sensed an unprecedented crisis, as if he had been locked onto by a primordial beast.

His body tensed, as if facing a great enemy. He was, after all, a ninety-sixth-level Title Douluo, and anyone capable of giving him such a sense of crisis was undoubtedly a powerhouse no weaker than himself!

The next second, a black-robed figure descended from the sky, his eyes carrying endless coldness.

"Who are you?"

"Heh, you don't need to know who I am. You only need to know that you're about to be pinned to the ground and beaten black and blue."

"Hmph, just you?"

Although the black-robed man gave Tang Hao an extremely dangerous feeling, he was still the "Clear Sky Douluo," possessing a hundred-thousand-year Spirit Ring. He was bold as hell!

But when he saw the black-robed man's Spirit Rings, his mind went blank!

(Tang Hao: Is it too late to regret now? Or maybe go easy on me later, and don't hit the face...)