Tang Hao: We're all gods, why is there such a big difference in treatment for heirs?

"She waited until the carriage Ye Qingzhou and the others were in had completely vanished from sight yesterday before she finally left."

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

Huo Wu caught the scent of gossip: "Yue'er, could it be that Bing'er..."

Shui Yue'er nodded and said, "It's possible."

Shui Bing'er looked at the whispering Huo Wu and Shui Yue'er, puzzled: "What are you two chatting about?"

At this moment, far away in Tiandou City, Ye Qingzhou, who was busy contemplating which soul beast to choose for his Prayer Angel martial soul, let out an abrupt sneeze.

Hearing the sound, Ye Lingling stepped forward and asked with concern: "What's wrong? Did you catch a cold?"

Ye Qingzhou shook his head: "One sneeze means someone is talking about you, two means they're cursing you, and three means you're sick. I only sneezed once, so someone must be thinking of me."

Ye Lingling urged him: "You'd better be careful. The weather has been changing rapidly lately, so take care of yourself."

"Don't you worry, Sister." Ye Qingzhou patted his sturdy chest with confidence, "You know my physical constitution better than anyone; I've never once fallen ill."

Glancing at the high noon sun, Ye Lingling asked in a calm tone:

"Speaking of which, Grandfather and the others went out this morning. It's already noon, why aren't they back yet?"

Ye Qingzhou shrugged, indicating it had nothing to do with him: "I have no idea."

His unreliable father had promised to personally help him select soul rings for his Prayer Angel martial soul.

And the result?

There hasn't been a shadow of him until now.

If he had known, he would have just gone back to the Ice and Fire Yin Yang Well with Dugu Bo.

He had returned home too late last night, and Dugu Bo hadn't stayed over, heading straight back to the Sunset Forest.

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

Sigh.

He just wondered if that guy Tang Hao had discovered that Ah Yin and the three soul bones were missing yet.

Not long after.

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

By this time, Ye Qingzhou and Ye Lingling had already finished their lunch.

Seeing the two men return, Ye Qingzhou asked curiously: "Grandfather, where did you go?"

Ye Shuyuan chuckled: "We went to settle some important matters. Xiao Zhou, what are your plans for the future?"

Ye Qingzhou thought for a moment: "Hmm... my current plan is to cultivate and obtain four soul rings for my Prayer Angel."

Luo Feng, standing beside Ye Shuyuan, heard his foolish son talking about obtaining soul rings for the Prayer Angel and said urgently:

"Isn't it too early to start adding soul rings to your second martial soul?"

As a vice-captain of the Angel Legion, he was well-traveled and naturally understood what adding soul rings to a Twin Martial Souls user entailed.

Without absolute certainty, attempting to add soul rings to a second martial soul while simultaneously cultivating the first would almost certainly lead to the body exploding.

The risk was simply far too great.

Ye Qingzhou rolled his eyes at Luo Feng: "I didn't say right now. I'll wait at least until I reach the Soul Ancestor level, then gradually add soul rings to the Prayer Angel."

Receiving the eye-roll, Luo Feng continued:

"Soul Ancestor, perhaps that is enough for you."

"There is only one way for a Twin Martial Souls master to cultivate both: fully cultivate the first martial soul and add all nine soul rings first."

"That way, your second martial soul's rings can start at the ten-thousand-year level."

"That is the safest plan."

"The second plan is to continuously improve your physical constitution and wait until your first martial soul reaches the Soul Emperor or Soul Saint level before adding rings to the second."

"However, the upper limit of the soul rings added through this method is lower than the first."

"These are the solutions Martial Soul Hall has for the inability to cultivate Twin Martial Souls simultaneously."

Ye Qingzhou was his son; he had missed out on the first nine years of his life, and now that he had the chance, he wanted to make up for it.

At the very least, he wanted to make the boy willing to acknowledge him as his father.

A nine-year-old Soul Ancestor.

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

Ye Qingzhou listened carefully to the secrets Luo Feng described, then spoke calmly: "While the Soul Saint and Soul Emperor methods are conservative, that is only for ordinary soul masters. I, Ye Qingzhou, might be able to do it with just the cultivation of a Soul Ancestor."

Looking at the sharp confidence flashing in Ye Qingzhou's eyes, for the first time, Luo Feng felt just how impressive his son was.

"Then, when you break through to the Soul Ancestor level, come find me. I will use my experience to help you select the four soul rings best suited for your Prayer Angel."

Ye Qingzhou did not refuse, his tone remaining very calm:

"But this simple act cannot offset the things you've done over the past nine years that have disappointed me."

"Yes, yes, yes." Luo Feng knew clearly that if he were to forgive him so easily, then Ye Qingzhou would no longer be Ye Qingzhou.

Watching the unhappy father and son, Ye Lingling had no desire to get involved in their affairs.

"Grandfather, I need to return to the academy for class."

Ye Shuyuan spoke up, "I will see you off."

"Alright."

Ye Shuyuan took Ye Lingling and headed toward the Heaven Dou Royal Academy.

On the other side.

The Soul Hunting Forest near Nuoding City.

A drunkard lay muddled in the forest, his body exuding an intense stench of alcohol.

Even his gait was that of a standard drunkard.

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

He was currently in a state of questioning his own existence.

In his hand, he still clutched an empty wine bottle.

Ever since he had been saved by the Asura God, he had remained in this state.

He could not understand why his own child, who was so outstanding—a hundred times more so than Ye Qingzhou—had not only failed to receive the favor of the gods but was also constantly being suppressed and beaten by Ye Qingzhou.

Was the gap between gods really that vast?

Look at the Life God King, and then look at his Asura God.

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

What a joke.

Tang Hao spat on the ground in disgust.

He glanced toward the direction of Notting Academy, his eyes fierce, though the look vanished in an instant.

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

The speed of a Title Douluo was still incredibly fast.

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

Upon arriving in Nuoding City, Tang Hao found a shop and bought several sobering medicines.

After consuming the medicine, Tang Hao's muddled consciousness gradually cleared, and his footsteps became steady and powerful.

Notting Academy.

Looking at the academy where his son Tang San was enrolled as a work-study student, Tang Hao stepped into the grounds.

All he could do now was place all his hopes upon his son.

Only his son was his sole hope for revenge.