Don't flatter yourself, I only want geniuses

Upon hearing that merciless exposure, Tang San instantly broke out in a cold sweat. How could he dare keep lying?

He hurriedly put away the Blue Silver Grass and raised his left hand.

A mass of pitch-black light gathered in his palm. Then, a hammer entirely black in color appeared in his hand, with an extremely short handle and a cylindrical hammerhead.

The instant the hammer appeared, Tang San's body abruptly sank.

Though it was only a newly awakened martial soul, its weight was absurdly exaggerated. Even with the physique he had built through years of cultivating the Mysterious Heaven Skill, he found it extremely difficult to hold it one-handed.

Nan Feng glanced at it and said blandly, "All right, put it away."

Tang San gritted his teeth and recalled his martial soul, letting out a relieved breath.

Looking at Nan Feng, he finally could not hold back the question that had been troubling him. "Senior, what exactly is the origin of this hammer?"

"What's wrong?" Nan Feng asked in return.

Tang San hesitated before answering honestly. "After my martial soul awakened yesterday, when I got home, I first showed my father the Blue Silver Grass. He only gave it a casual glance and didn't care at all. But when I summoned this hammer..."

"He suddenly became extremely agitated. His eyes even turned red, and he gripped my shoulders tightly as he instructed me that, in the future, I must use the hammer in my left hand to protect the grass in my right."

"Of course." Nan Feng chuckled and gave him the answer. "This hammer of yours is called the Clear Sky Hammer."

"It is the inherited martial soul of the Clear Sky Sect, once the number one sect in the world. On the continent, it is also universally