At that, Tang Hao's expression softened slightly.
The fire in his eyes flared up again.
Faced with the colossal Spirit Hall, even he, the famed Clear Sky Douluo, had no choice but to lie low.
If his son had no talent, then so be it—he could live an ordinary life. Tang Hao would never have brought up revenge.
But now, Tang San was not only exceptionally talented, he had also earned a god's favor. The path of revenge had become all the clearer.
"Do you know which god chose Xiao San?"
Tang Hao didn't know much about the gods, but he still instinctively asked for the name of the god who had chosen Tang San.
To his disappointment, Yu Xiaogang merely shook his head, saying he didn't know either.
"Xiao San never told me about it. It's wise to keep your guard up around others."
"He did well on that front."
"If you want to know which god chose Xiao San, you'll probably have to ask him yourself, Your Grace."
Tang Hao shook his head and said slowly,
"No. I have some things to take care of. I'll leave Xiao San in your hands for now."
"Tell him to train hard."
With that, Tang Hao pulled a token from his chest and tossed it to Gangzi.
In his mind, even the most pathetic god had to be stronger than the strongest Soul Master.
If it helped with revenge, what was the point of asking? It wasn't as if he could help anyway.
On the other hand, even Yu Xiaogang, with his poor abilities and questionable character, had been chosen by a god.
And with his old flame possessing Twin Martial Souls, Gangzi was undoubtedly the most suitable person to guide Tang San at this stage.
Even if Tang San's "A teacher for a day is a father for life" made Haozi feel a little uncomfortable,
it wasn't something he couldn't put up with when it came to matters of principle.
"I'm leaving Xiao San in your hands."
Taking the token, Yu Xiaogang's pupils contracted.
"T-The Pope Token?"
Tang Hao didn't explain how he had gotten the token. He simply left behind his retreating figure and a few words.
"Remember, he's my son, Tang Hao's."
Sighing, Gangzi put away the token and headed toward the other dormitories.
He still had to finish his assessment task.
While the students and teachers slept, he would let them experience the power of hydrogen sulfide in their dreams.
He had to put twenty people into a deep sleep to complete it.
Having grown utterly indifferent to his dignity, Gangzi felt none of the embarrassment he'd felt the first time he completed an assessment. He strode boldly toward the dormitories.
Meanwhile, Lu Xian was leisurely flying through the air on his Broom.
Whenever he passed a town, he would land to resupply and ask for directions, making sure he hadn't flown off course.
Three straight days of flying had given Lu Xian a good taste of Douluo Continent's natural scenery.
He was getting closer and closer to Suotuo City.
He had chosen Suotuo City because Shrek Academy had several promising workers worth selecting.
It was difficult for him to get close to anyone too powerful, and he had no reason to touch the objects linked to his Soul Skills.
Even if he did touch one, they might not believe him.
So, for now, Lu Xian's goal was to select promising candidates with good potential.
Of course, his cultivation hadn't yet reached level 30, so he couldn't link the next item. But there was nothing wrong with scouting and laying the groundwork in advance.
It was better than staying at Notting Academy and attracting Tang Hao's attention.
After another day of flying, the outline of Suotuo City finally appeared in his sight.
As the granary of the Balak Kingdom, Suotuo City was far more prosperous than a remote little town like Nuoding City.
Of course, none of that had anything to do with Shrek Academy, which sat in a village on the outskirts.
The place was practically synonymous with poverty.
There was still over a month before Shrek's enrollment period, so Lu Xian wasn't in a hurry to report to the academy.
As for the Gold Soul Coins needed to enroll, with the Luck Domain, that wasn't a problem.
He found an ordinary hotel and settled in, then began scouting around the city.
After a few days, he really did spot a Shrek member out and about.
Ma Hongjun, the chubby kid who'd been frequenting the red-light district since he was seven.
"Looks like he's already fretting over his Evil Fire."
"Once I reach level 30, I can try linking him as my next Destined Worker."
Since he had a chance to approach his target without enrolling in the academy, Lu Xian naturally had no desire to attend that run-down school.
Going in would also risk exposing his Martial Soul. After all, they checked Soul Power and Soul Rings during enrollment.
If his Soul Power rose too quickly thanks to the Destined Workers' efforts, and the age of his Soul Rings increased along with it, how would he explain that?
Besides, every ten levels, he didn't need to obtain another Soul Ring at all. Naturally, he didn't need to join any academy either.
After thinking it over, Lu Xian used his savings and the subsidies he'd received from Spirit Hall to rent a ten-square-meter storefront at the entrance to the red-light district.
He started selling Brooms.
That would also help him keep an eye on the chubby kid's movements, and make it easier to approach him once his cultivation reached level 30.
"Next, I'll run the shop while remotely assigning tasks to Tang San and Gangzi."
"Life is good!"
After meeting with Gangzi, Tang Hao followed Tang San back to Holy Soul Village.
Once he'd confirmed that his eldest son really did have a black broom godly sigil between his brows, Tang Hao finally put his mind at ease.
Still, the broom sigil left him puzzled.
"A broom?"
"What kind of god would have anything to do with a broom?"
"Never mind. A god who uses a broom is still a god. In the end, he's far stronger than any Soul Master."
Ignoring the dejected look on his eldest son's face when he realized Tang Hao had disappeared, Tang Hao vanished again to be with his wife.
That left Tang San alone with his sorrow.
Fortunately, Jinx didn't give him long to brood.
Before long, a village renovation task appeared in his mind, right on schedule.
Of course, the renovation process was, as usual, too awful to look at.
Sighing, Tang San could only swallow his dissatisfaction. After all, he couldn't refuse the benefits the assessment brought.
"Jinx's fifteenth trial: Art is Explosion."
"Help fifty families level their thatched cottages and renovate them."
"Time limit: half a month."
That night, carrying the Tang Sect Thunderbolt Bombs he had made, Tang San began sneaking from house to house to plant explosives.
It wasn't until late at night that Tang San finished planting the bombs in all fifty homes.
"Now's the time. Art is Explosion, click!"
"Boom!" "Boom!" "Boom!" "..."
As fifty fuses were pulled, explosions rang out one after another. Nearly fifty century-old houses were reduced to rubble.
Fortunately, Tang San had retained a shred of conscience. He had blown up only the load-bearing walls, not the people.
Some villagers were injured when their collapsing homes fell on them, but no one died.
"What's going on?"
"My house! Which bastard did this?"
"..."
In the shadows, Tang San swallowed. He had completed half the assessment.
But the other half would be the hard part.
He took a deep breath, made his way to the main street, and cleared his throat.
"Neighbors, don't you think these houses are too old?"
"I am Tang San, Do Good Deeds Without Leaving a Name. I've helped everyone tear them down, and for the next two months, I'll help you renovate them."
The villagers stared at Tang San, who had suddenly appeared, after all their wailing and weeping.
Then they grabbed hoes and manure forks from their homes and charged at him in a mob.
"Beat that bastard to death!"
"No one named Tang is any good! Beat him to death, bring him back to life, then beat him to death again!"
"..."
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