I Will Deprive You of Your Parental Rights (Four Updates)

The awakening ceremony concluded, and the villagers who had gathered to watch gradually dispersed.

Old Jack remained flushed with excitement, clutching Tang San with one hand and patting Lin Yue on the shoulder with the other. He laughed and said, "Little Yue, you go home first and prepare yourself. Spend these next few months stabilizing your soul power, and when school starts, Grandpa will take you both to Nuoding City. I'm going to take Little San home first to talk to his unreliable father about his schooling; otherwise, who knows what kind of trouble that drunkard might stir up."

Lin Yue weighed the Evil Repeller spear in her hand, nodded with a smile, and said, "Understood, Grandpa Jack. Please, go ahead."

Watching Old Jack lead Tang San toward the west end of the village, Lin Yue couldn't help but curl her lip, silently complaining to herself: Tang San's father is truly heartless. The child is six years old, and he hasn't looked after him for a single day, only knowing how to drink. If it weren't for Grandpa Jack looking out for him, who knows how much Tang San would have suffered. If he dares to stop Tang San from going to school this time, he really deserves a good scolding.

Otherwise, I won't be able to vent this frustration, and it'll affect my Dao heart.

I hate parents who are irresponsible and make life difficult for their children.

Old Jack led Tang San toward the Blacksmith Shop, his mouth never stopping along the way. One moment he was rambling about preparing luggage for Tang San's schooling, and the next he was repeatedly urging him to listen to his teachers at Nuoding Academy and never to waste his once-in-a-century Innate Full Soul Power talent.

Tang San followed quietly by the old man's side, clutching the soul master certificate in his hand, his heart in a state of chaos.

The truth of his origins weighed on his heart like a giant boulder, preventing him from feeling even a shred of joy at becoming a soul master; only boundless confusion and panic were taking root.

Soon, the two returned to the entrance of the Blacksmith Shop.

The shop door was wide open, and a pungent smell of alcohol mixed with the scent of rust rushed out to meet them. Tang Hao was slumped in a chair beside the forge, clutching an empty wine jar, dozing off with bleary, drunken eyes. His wooden prosthetic arm hung at his side, swaying slightly with his breathing, his entire person as decadent as a pile of mud.

The moment Old Jack saw him in this state, the anger he had just suppressed flared up again. He struck the ground hard with his cane and shouted sternly, "Tang Hammer! Look at this ghost of a state you're in! Every day it's just drink, drink, drink! You're ruining such a good child!"

Tang Hao was startled awake. He lifted his murky eyelids, swept a glance at Old Jack and Tang San, and let out a muffled, grumpy grunt. He then picked up the half-finished jar of wine at his feet and took a large gulp, completely disregarding Old Jack's words.

"You!"

Old Jack was so angry his beard stood on end. He took a deep breath, suppressed his temper, pulled Tang San forward, and said loudly, "Tang Hammer, I have something to tell you! Today, the deacon from Martial Soul Hall came to awaken the children's martial souls. Our Little San awakened a mutated, powerful Blue Silver Grass martial soul, and he has Innate Full Soul Power! Level ten! He's a once-in-a-century genius!"

"Innate Full Soul Power?"

Tang Hao's drinking motion paused. His murky gaze landed on Tang San, flashing with a trace of faint surprise so quick it was impossible to catch, before returning to his previous listless state. He sneered, "Blue Silver Grass? No matter how it mutates, isn't it still Blue Silver Grass? A trash martial soul. Even with Innate Full Soul Power, what use could it possibly be?"

"You know nothing, you stubborn old fool!"

Old Jack exploded on the spot, pointing at Tang Hao's nose and cursing, "This isn't ordinary Blue Silver Grass! The deacon said it's a beneficial mutation, marked with gold veins. Have you forgotten? That Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast Blue Silver Emperor that caused such a stir across the continent six years ago—wasn't that the emperor of the Blue Silver Grass? Little San's martial soul must be that very emperor; otherwise, he couldn't possibly have Innate Full Soul Power! His future achievements will be limitless!"

As soon as these words were spoken, Tang Hao's body stiffened violently. The hand gripping the wine jar tightened instantly, veins bulging on the back of his hand. A monstrous, violent aura and agony surged within his murky eyes; he looked like a beast whose reverse scale had been touched, nearly exploding on the spot.

But looking at Old Jack's angry face, he forced that violent aura back down.

He could not reveal his identity—absolutely not!

He gritted his teeth so hard they nearly cracked, and squeezed out a muffled sentence: "So what if it is? If he goes to school, what happens to this home? Who will cook and wash for me? Who will help out in the shop? Who will take care of me?"

Hearing this, Old Jack was so furious he nearly fainted.

"Damn you, Tang Hammer, listen to yourself—is that even human talk?!"

Old Jack struck the ground hard with his cane, his voice trembling: "Tang San is only six! You're a grown man with hands and feet, yet you want to rely on a six-year-old child to take care of you? I'm telling you, Tang Hammer, Little San is a genius with Innate Full Soul Power. He absolutely cannot stay in this broken Blacksmith Shop and waste his life away following a drunkard like you!"

He took a step forward, stared at Tang Hao, and said word by word, "The primary soul master academy in Nuoding City accepts work-study students, but for someone with Innate Full Soul Power like Little San, tuition is waived. You don't need to pay a cent. When the academy opens in a few months, I must take Little San to enroll. Whether you agree or not, I am taking him away from you. Think about it carefully—don't ruin the child's entire life!"

After saying this, Old Jack lowered his head to pat Tang San on the shoulder, his voice softening: "Little San, don't worry. Grandpa Jack will definitely arrange everything for you; I won't let you stay here and suffer."

Tang San looked at the old man's eyes, filled with heartache and expectation. His heart warmed, and he nodded heavily: "Thank you, Grandpa Jack."

Old Jack glared at Tang Hao one last time before turning around, leaning on his cane, and stomping off in a huff.

The Blacksmith Shop fell into instant silence, leaving only the sound of Tang Hao's heavy breathing and the rustling of leaves in the wind outside the window.

Tang Hao took gulp after gulp of wine, his gaze sweeping over Tang San from time to time. His expression was terrifyingly complex—filled with resentment, expectation, pain, and a trace of confusion he hadn't even noticed himself.

He had almost lost control just now. Old Jack's mention of the "Hundred-Thousand-Year Blue Silver Emperor" had been like a knife, stabbing deep into the most painful part of his heart.

Tang San stood where he was, watching him. As he observed this state, his suspicions became increasingly clear, and the chill in his heart grew heavier.

He remained silent for a long time before finally looking up at Tang Hao and speaking softly: "Father, the deacon said that my Blue Silver Grass is indeed different from the ordinary kind."

"And... I have a second martial soul..."

Tang Hao's drinking motion stopped abruptly. He looked up at him, his tone tinged with impatience: "What second martial soul? The Blue Silver Grass is already trash enough, what else could you possibly have..."

His words cut off abruptly.

Tang San slowly extended his left hand. A pitch-black light ignited from his palm, and the phantom of a small yet incredibly heavy hammer slowly emerged. The hammer's body was covered in ancient, primitive patterns. The moment it appeared, it carried an overbearing, peerless pressure that caused the forge nearby to emit a faint humming sound.