As Tang San circulated the Soul Power within his body to control the Blue Silver Grass, Li Luo also felt a slight loss of Soul Power. It was only a tiny amount, though.
"First Soul Skill, Prismatic Blue Silver Grass."
Li Luo decided to test his Soul Skill. The First Soul Ring on his body shimmered.
Prismatic-colored Blue Silver Grass sprouted from Li Luo's hand, exactly the same kind as Tang San's.
At the same time, prismatic light shimmered around Tang San.
"I feel like I'm bursting with strength."
As Li Luo's contracted beast, Tang San's every physical detail was naturally clear to him.
After Li Luo released his First Soul Skill, all of Tang San's attributes increased by a full eleven percent.
"My Soul Skill can boost all of Tang San's attributes by a percentage equal to my Soul Power Level."
"What about the Prismatic Blue Silver Grass in my hand?"
With a thought, Li Luo transformed the Blue Silver Grass in his hand into a vine. It wrapped around a stone on the ground, spun as it gathered strength, then flung the stone with force, hitting another stone precisely twenty-five meters away.
"I can use Tang San's Martial Soul too. But since he hasn't obtained a Soul Ring yet and doesn't have any Soul Skills, I can't use the Blue Silver Grass's Soul Skills either."
Li Luo experimentally opened his left hand. A Clear Sky Hammer streaked with prismatic colors appeared in it.
"That means every Soul Master I contract with not only has their Martial Soul raised to the highest aptitude, but also gives me another perfect Martial Soul."
Using his First Soul Skill didn't consume much of Li Luo's Soul Power. He could maintain its effects for at least two and a half hours at a time.
Li Luo was extremely satisfied with the Prism Ball Martial Soul.
Since Old Jack had gone to the neighboring village to ask for a work-study student spot, Li Luo was the one who walked Tang San back to the blacksmith shop.
"Dad, I awakened my Martial Soul. It's Blue Silver Grass, and I have Innate Full Soul Power."
"Grandpa Jack has already promised me a work-study student spot. I'm going to school!"
Tang San pushed open the unsteady wooden door. Seeing Tang Hao sprawled on the bed, drunk and fast asleep, he spoke excitedly, eager to prove himself.
On the way back, Li Luo had already explained Innate Full Soul Power to him. When Tang San learned that he was a once-in-a-century genius, he couldn't wait to get home and share the good news with Tang Hao.
Who would have thought that when Tang Hao heard it was Blue Silver Grass with Innate Full Soul Power, he would scoff? He couldn't even be bothered to sit up, and didn't so much as glance at Tang San.
"Blue Silver Grass? Just a Trash Martial Soul. What's there to cultivate?"
"And school? What the hell for? If you go to school, who'll cook for me? You're not allowed to go!"
Since Old Jack wasn't there, Li Luo stepped into his place and scolded Tang Hao.
"Who do you think you are, talking to me like that?"
Old Jack was an old man with considerable standing in the village. When he scolded Tang Hao, Tang Hao couldn't be bothered to argue with him.
But now a child who hadn't even grown his first hair was scolding him. Tang Hao couldn't stand the humiliation. He flew into a rage, got to his feet, and lurched toward Li Luo, intending to teach him a lesson.
"Today, I'm going to teach you what it means to respect your elders on Old Jack's behalf."
Seeing Tang Hao about to attack Li Luo, Tang San instinctively wanted to protect his master and stepped in front of him.
"Dad, don't lay a hand on Brother Luo! Brother Luo has Innate Full Soul Power too. If you hurt him and keep him from going to school, Grandpa Jack will come after you when he gets back!"
"Oh? He has Innate Full Soul Power too? So even this backwater can produce a golden phoenix?"
Tang Hao sobered up a little at Tang San's words. He narrowed his eyes and focused on Li Luo.
But Tang San was standing in front of Li Luo, and the transformed Tang San was the first person Tang Hao saw.
The moment he saw Tang San's appearance, Tang Hao froze.
"A-Ah Yin? Ah Yin!"
The disheveled man actually began to cry. In his drunken haze, he couldn't tell that the person before him was his son, Tang San, and not Ah Yin.
He staggered forward, reaching to embrace Tang San.
But Tang San saw it coming. He stepped with Ghost Shadow Perplexing Track and pulled Li Luo aside, dodging Tang Hao's embrace.
"Dad, I'm Xiao San, not Ah Yin. Who's Ah Yin?"
At Tang San's correction, Tang Hao finally came to his senses. He raised a hand to rub his eyes, then saw that the person in front of him was his own son.
"Ah, it's Xiao San?"
Tang Hao sighed in disappointment. Unable to understand why Tang San's appearance had changed so much, he tried to cover up his earlier loss of composure.
"You awakened your Martial Soul. What Martial Soul did you awaken, and why do you look like this now?"
Tang Hao had already forgotten that Tang San had just told him he'd awakened Blue Silver Grass.
Tang San was a little angry, upset that his father didn't care about him at all.
"My Martial Soul is Blue Silver Grass. I look like this now because Brother Luo helped me. His Martial Soul is an incredibly powerful support-type tool Martial Soul."
Li Luo had taught Tang San the concept of support-type Martial Souls and had also filled him in on some basic knowledge about Martial Souls. His broad knowledge made Tang San look at him with admiration.
"Support-type Martial Soul? Hmph. One Blue Silver Grass Trash Martial Soul and one support-type Martial Soul. What good could either of them be?"
Hearing that Li Luo had awakened a support-type Martial Soul, Tang Hao scoffed.
As a Titled Douluo with the Clear Sky Hammer, hailed as the greatest tool Martial Soul under heaven, he had always looked down on every other tool Martial Soul, let alone a support-type one.
Tang Hao immediately lost interest. He waved a hand and turned, intending to go back to bed and continue sleeping.
"Enough. Go play. Forget about school. What the hell is there to cultivate with a Trash Martial Soul? If you leave, who'll cook for me? If you dare go to school, you're no son of mine!"
Seeing how stubborn Tang Hao was, Tang San stopped pretending and decided to reveal his trump card.
"Dad, wait. I have another Martial Soul."
Tang San called out to Tang Hao and held out his left hand, showing him the hammer in his palm.
Like the Blue Silver Grass, the little hammer was streaked with prismatic colors.
Hearing Tang San, Tang Hao whipped around. The moment he saw the hammer in Tang San's left hand, he rushed over and wrapped his arms around him.
"My son! My wonderful son!"
Tang Hao moved so suddenly that Tang San couldn't dodge. He was squeezed in a tight embrace and could hardly breathe.
"Cough, uh, Dad, let go! I can't breathe!"
Hearing that, Tang Hao hurriedly released Tang San and asked him in a solemn voice,
"Xiao San, when you awakened your Martial Soul, you didn't show them this hammer, did you?"
Tang Hao asked anxiously. If Tang San had revealed the Clear Sky Hammer, he would have to make a special trip to intercept the people from Spirit Hall before they returned and silence them.
"No, Dad. You and Brother Luo are the only ones I've shown this Martial Soul to."
Tang San shook his little head like a rattle drum.
"Remember, Xiao San. Don't show this hammer Martial Soul to anyone, and don't attach any Soul Rings to it."
With Tang San looking on in confusion, Tang Hao gave him one last instruction.
"Use the hammer in your left hand to protect the grass in your right."
Tang San nodded. Seeing this, Tang Hao turned to Li Luo, who was standing nearby.
"You, kid. Come here!"