Side Effects Borne by the Tang Family Father and Son

"Ah, what a pity I only have one spirit. I won't be able to show off more in the future."

Thinking of Tang San's Twin Spirits, Ning Chuan blurted out this thought for no reason.

Ding! It has been detected that the Host does not possess Twin Spirits. Please choose a target to bear the effects.

Ding! It has been detected that the Host's spirit side effects have been bound to Tang Hao. No Twin Spirits were detected in Tang Hao.

Ding! It has been detected that the Host's first spirit is the Green Bamboo Bee Cloud Sword! Matching the second spirit...

Ding! Matching complete. Congratulations, Host, on obtaining a Second Spirit. Please customize it.

At once, Ning Chuan sensed another warm current, utterly different from the Green Bamboo Bee Cloud Sword, about to burst from his left palm.

Suppressing the excitement in his heart, Ning Chuan curled his lips and continued inwardly, "Ah, if only I had Triple Spirits."

Ding! No side effects detected.

All right, it seemed he really was being too greedy.

Still, having Twin Spirits was already quite good.

He just wondered what kind of Second Spirit the System had matched for him!

Meanwhile, Tang San had already returned home.

Tang San's father, Tang Hao, had once been the Young Sect Master of the Clear Sky Sect and the renowned Clear Sky Douluo of the soul master world.

Because he had dragged his pregnant Spirit Beast wife, A Yin, all around the world, they were discovered by Spirit Hall and besieged. In the end, A Yin was forced to sacrifice herself. After obtaining a hundred-thousand-year spirit ring, Tang Hao erupted and beat Spirit Hall's two guardian Douluo of the Pope, leaving one dead and one crippled. Even the Pope himself was "gravely wounded beyond treatment," nearly bringing disaster upon the Clear Sky Sect.

After his wife's death, the "heartbroken" Tang Hao never returned to the sect. From then on, he stayed in this village and became a blacksmith.

Every day, he was either drinking himself senseless or sleeping.

His life was utterly decadent.

Yet at this moment, his formerly murky, lifeless eyes were filled with shock and excitement as he stared at Tang San.

No, to be precise, he was staring at the small black hammer in Tang San's left hand, which gleamed with dark light. It was entirely black, about half a foot long, with a cylindrical hammerhead wrapped in a ring of ornate inscriptions.

"Th-this... Twin Spirits. They're actually Twin Spirits! Son, my good son."

In one stride, he reached Tang San, threw open his arms, and pulled him tightly into his embrace.

"Father!" Tang San froze. In his memories, this seemed to be the first time his father had ever hugged him like this.

His eyes immediately reddened, and he quietly leaned against Tang Hao's chest, savoring the warmth brought by this fatherly love.

After a long while, Tang San could no longer hold the hammer because it was too heavy. Only then did Tang Hao release him and say, "Put it away."

The dark glow faded as Tang San withdrew the Clear Sky Hammer into his body. When Tang Hao looked at Tang San again, there was a trace more guilt in his eyes. Without realizing it, the son he had with A Yin had grown this big. He had not even noticed how sun-darkened he had become.

Yes, Tang San had become even darker. His skin, which had once only been a healthy wheat color despite years of wind and sun thanks to the Mysterious Heaven Skill protecting his body, had now grown much darker and rougher—more than twice as dark as before.

But when he thought of his son possessing Twin Spirits, Tang Hao could not help showing a gratified expression. He placed both large hands on Tang San's shoulders and said seriously, "Xiao San, remember this. In the future, you must use the hammer in your left hand to protect the grass in your right hand."

"I will, Father." Tang San nodded, not quite understanding why.

Tang Hao stood up and headed into the inner room without looking back.

He had made up his mind. He would pull himself together and resume cultivation.

Because his son, Tang San, had let him see hope for taking revenge on Spirit Hall.

As Tang San prepared lunch, he thought about the world of soul masters he had encountered today. Twin Spirits seemed to be very rare in this world; otherwise, his father would not have been so shocked.

"You like forging, don't you? You want to become a soul master? Then go ahead... After lunch, I'll formally teach you forging."

Tang Hao's voice came from the inner room.

Hearing that, Tang San was overjoyed and stopped thinking about all those irrelevant things. He would slowly learn them himself in the future anyway.

"And don't run up the back mountain so often from now on. The sun is too harsh up there. Look at how badly you've tanned yourself."

Tang Hao's first sentence made Tang San's heart leap into his throat. Had his father discovered his secret?

But the latter sentence made Tang San instantly breathe a sigh of relief. He walked over to the water jar and looked at his dark reflection, unable to stop a wry smile from appearing.

He really had gotten much darker.

At noon, Ning Chuan followed Old Tom back to Emperor Soul Village.

"All right, go play by yourself. I'll make lunch first, and I'll call you when it's ready."

Looking at Ning Chuan, whose skin had suddenly become fairer and whose appearance had risen by a whole level, Old Tom felt increasingly gratified.

As Ning Chuan had said earlier, his skin had turned white due to the influence of his spirit, and his Bamboo Sword spirit was not some useless spirit.

"Got it, Grandpa Tom."

Ning Chuan answered, then impatiently began testing the benefits he had gained from giving those two side effects to the Tang Family Father and Son.

He quickly ran to an uninhabited streamside. First, his skin had clearly become fairer.

Then came his spirit.

Ning Chuan slowly raised his right hand. A faint cyan glow burst from his palm, condensing in an instant as the Green Bamboo Bee Cloud Sword appeared in his hand.

It was still the familiar, exquisite emerald-green short sword, but this time its weight far exceeded his expectations. Even the air around it felt unusually oppressive.

As his arm slowly drooped, Ning Chuan's face instantly turned pale.

Unlike before, when it had barely consumed any Soul Power, the Green Bamboo Bee Cloud Sword instantly drained the tiny amount of Soul Power Ning Chuan possessed as soon as it appeared. Unable to bear the sudden weight, his entire body fell backward onto the grass. With no Soul Power to sustain it, the Green Bamboo Bee Cloud Sword vanished the instant he fell.

Fortunately, that was the case. Otherwise, if he had suddenly held such a heavy sword with his small arms and frail body, his shoulder would have been dislocated.

It seems to have gotten much heavier. I'll need to exercise more in the future. Otherwise, I won't even be able to lift my sword.

Ning Chuan clicked his tongue inwardly.

Although the Green Bamboo Bee Cloud Sword had not reached the absurd five hundred jin of the Clear Sky Hammer, it still weighed at least eighty to a hundred jin.

But that was not necessarily a bad thing. After all, it was a sword, not a hammer. If it were too cumbersome, it would lose its advantages.

Just then, the System's prompt sounded in his mind:

Ding! It has been detected that the Host has excessively depleted his Soul Power. Would you like to bind a target to bear the effects?

"Bind Tang Hao."

Without hesitation, Ning Chuan chose Tang Hao. With Tang Hao as his Power Bank, he would hardly ever lack Soul Power in battle from now on.