Tang Hao: We're all gods, so why is there such a huge difference in how we treat our heirs?

"She waited yesterday until the carriage Ye Qingzhou and the others were riding had disappeared completely before she left."

"And she even seemed to smile at Ye Qingzhou."

Huo Wu caught a whiff of gossip. "Yue'er, could Bing'er be..."

Shui Yue'er nodded. "It's possible."

Shui Bing'er looked at Huo Wu and Shui Yue'er, who were whispering together, confused. "What are you talking about?"

At that moment, far away in Heaven Dou City, Ye Qingzhou was pondering what kind of Soul Beast to choose for his Prayer Angel Martial Soul when he suddenly sneezed.

Hearing him sneeze, Ye Lingling came over and asked with concern, "What's wrong? Are you catching a cold?"

Ye Qingzhou shook his head. "One sneeze means someone's thinking of you, two means someone's cursing you, and three means you're catching a cold. I only sneezed once, so someone must be thinking of me."

Ye Lingling said worriedly, "You should still be careful. The weather's changing quickly these days, so take care."

"Don't worry, Sis." Ye Qingzhou confidently patted his sturdy chest. "You know how healthy your little brother is. I've never been sick."

Glancing at the blazing midday sun, Ye Lingling asked calmly,

"Speaking of which, Grandpa and the others left this morning. It's already noon, so why haven't they come back?"

Ye Qingzhou spread his hands to show it had nothing to do with him. "I have no idea."

His unreliable old man had promised to personally help him choose Soul Rings for his Prayer Angel Martial Soul.

And what happened?

Not a single sign of him, even now.

If he'd known it would turn out like this, he would've gone back to the Ice and Fire Yin Yang Well with Dugu Bo.

They'd gotten home too late last night, and Dugu Bo had returned straight to Sunset Forest without staying overnight.

He hadn't even had the chance to hand the Blue Silver Grass over to Dugu Bo.

Sigh.

He wondered whether Tang Hao had noticed that Ah Yin and the three Soul Bones were gone.

Not long after.

Luo Feng and Ye Shuyuan returned to the Ye Family Clinic.

Ye Qingzhou and Ye Lingling had already finished lunch.

Seeing the two of them return, Ye Qingzhou asked curiously, "Grandpa, where did you go?"

Ye Shuyuan said with a beaming smile, "To take care of some important matters. Qingzhou, what are your plans from here?"

Ye Qingzhou thought for a moment. "Well... for now, I plan to cultivate and obtain four Soul Rings for my Prayer Angel."

Luo Feng, standing beside Ye Shuyuan, heard his foolish son say he wanted to obtain Soul Rings for his Prayer Angel and hurriedly said,

"Isn't it too early to start adding Soul Rings to your Second Martial Soul?"

As the deputy captain of the Angel Legion, he had extensive experience and naturally understood what it meant for someone with Twin Martial Souls to add Soul Rings to their second Martial Soul.

Without absolute certainty, adding Soul Rings to the Second Martial Soul while cultivating the First Martial Soul would definitely cause the body to explode.

The risk was far too great.

Ye Qingzhou shot Luo Feng a look. "I never said I'd do it now. At the very least, I'll wait until I reach Soul King, then gradually add Soul Rings to the Prayer Angel."

Luo Feng replied after receiving Ye Qingzhou's glare,

"By Soul King, perhaps you'll be strong enough."

"For a Soul Master with Twin Martial Souls to cultivate both, there's only one way: first fully cultivate your First Martial Soul and add nine Soul Rings to it."

"Then your Second Martial Soul's Soul Rings can start at ten thousand years."

"That's the safest approach."

"The second approach is to keep improving your physical strength, cultivate your First Martial Soul to Soul Emperor or Soul Saint, and then add Soul Rings to your Second Martial Soul."

"But the Soul Rings you can add with this method will have a lower upper limit than with the first approach."

"That's the Spirit Hall's solution to the problem of not being able to cultivate Twin Martial Souls at the same time."

Ye Qingzhou was his son. He'd missed being there for him before the age of nine, and now that he had the chance, he wanted to make it up to him properly.

At the very least, he wanted Ye Qingzhou to be willing to acknowledge him as his father.

A nine-year-old Soul Ancestor.

Watching Luo Feng reveal the secret of cultivating Twin Martial Souls, Ye Shuyuan smiled in satisfaction.

Ye Qingzhou listened closely to Luo Feng's explanation of the secret to cultivating Twin Martial Souls at the same time, then said calmly, "Soul Saint and Soul Emperor are cautious milestones, but that's caution for ordinary Soul Masters. With my Soul King cultivation, I might be able to do it."

Watching the confident glint in Ye Qingzhou's eyes, Luo Feng realized for the first time just how handsome his son was.

"Then come find me when you break through to Soul King. I'll use my experience to choose the four Soul Rings best suited to your Prayer Angel."

Ye Qingzhou didn't refuse, his tone perfectly calm.

"But this simple favor won't make up for all the things you've done over the past nine years that disappointed me."

"Yes, yes, I know." Luo Feng understood that if Ye Qingzhou forgave him just that easily, he wouldn't be Ye Qingzhou.

Watching the father and son bicker, Ye Lingling had no desire to get involved.

"Grandpa, I'm going back to the academy for class."

Ye Shuyuan said, "I'll walk you there."

"All right."

Ye Shuyuan took Ye Lingling to Heaven Dou Royal Academy.

Elsewhere.

Soul Hunting Forest near Nuoding City.

A drunkard lay in the forest, dazed and confused, reeking of alcohol.

Even the way he walked was the textbook stagger of a drunk.

This was none other than the Clear Sky Douluo Tang Hao, who had bullied someone weaker than himself a few days ago, only to be bullied in turn by a God King from the heavens.

He was now in the depths of an existential crisis.

He still clutched an empty wine bottle in his hand.

Ever since Asura God had saved him, he'd been in this state.

He couldn't understand why his son was so outstanding, a hundred times better than Ye Qingzhou, yet not only had no god favored him, but Ye Qingzhou had kept beating him down.

Was the difference between gods really that vast?

Just look at Life God King, then look at Asura God.

The way they treated their successors was like heaven and earth.

What a joke.

Tang Hao spat contemptuously on the ground.

He looked toward Notting Academy with a fierce expression, but it vanished in an instant.

Dropping the bottle in his hand, Tang Hao headed toward Notting Academy.

A Titled Douluo could move incredibly fast.

It took him only half a day to reach Nuoding City.

Once there, Tang Hao found a shop and bought several remedies for sobering up.

After taking them, his muddled mind gradually cleared, and his steps grew firm and strong.

Notting Academy.

Looking at the academy where his son Tang San studied as a work-study student, Tang Hao stepped inside.

The only thing he could do now was place all his hopes on his son.

Only his son could avenge him.