After Returning Home

Fortunately, Tang Liu was merely venting his emotions, and he soon recovered, gradually ceasing his tears.

Then, due to the exhaustion of his soul power and the relaxation of his tightly wound nerves, he leaned his face against Tang Hao's shoulder and fell asleep.

This sleep lasted for nearly three hours.

Upon waking, Tang Liu discovered that Tang Hao had brought him to Notting Academy.

They did not say much to each other. After leaving a mark on Tang Hao, Tang Liu teleported into Grandmaster's office.

Of course, there were some things that Tang San could not know yet, so he kept Tang Hao's presence a secret.

The flight speed of a Title Douluo is terrifying, comparable to the supersonic aircraft of Tang Liu's past life. Moreover, Tang Hao was a level 95 Super Douluo.

Of course, soul masters on the Douluo Continent had not yet cultivated Soul Cores, so there was no such distinction between Super Douluo and Limit Douluo at this time.

In less than half an hour, Tang Hao covered the distance that would take half a day on foot, finally landing at their dilapidated house in Holy Soul Village.

Tang Hao walked into the house without a word, and Tang Liu followed him in silence.

Entering the familiar wooden house, Tang Liu felt his previously uneasy heart suddenly calm down, and his entire being relaxed.

"I'm going to sleep now," Tang Liu said, heading toward the room he shared with Tang San.

"Wait a moment," Tang Hao spoke up.

Tang Liu stopped in his tracks, turned around, and looked at Tang Hao, who had pulled up a chair and sat down. "Is there something else?"

Tang Hao looked at him and then said, "Have you thought about what you're going to do from now on?"

Tang Liu nodded and said calmly, "Yes, I've thought about it. I'm coming with you."

"No," Tang Hao refused without a second thought.

Tang Liu squinted at him, his expression conveying a clear message: you have no room to refuse.

Tang Hao understood, so he frowned and said, "You cannot keep up with me, nor can you find me."

Hearing this, Tang Liu suddenly smiled, his handsome face appearing quite charming with that grin. For a fleeting moment, Tang Hao seemed to see the shadow of Ah Yin in him.

"You can try and see if I can find you," Tang Liu said with a smile. Suddenly, two blue-black soul rings rose from beneath his feet.

As the second soul ring flashed, Tang Liu instantly appeared in front of Tang Hao, looking him straight in the eyes. "No matter where you are in this world, as long as I have enough soul power, I can appear by your side instantly."

As he spoke, a hint of pride could not help but leak from his blue-black eyes.

After a long while, Tang Hao finally spoke, his tone tinged with helplessness. "You are still too weak. If you follow me, I cannot guarantee your safety."

"Is that so?" Tang Liu said. Then, perhaps driven by some impulse, he sat on Tang Hao's lap and wrapped his arms around his neck, looking like two brothers. "It doesn't matter. If we run into someone you can't beat, I can take you and run away together."

The second blue-black soul ring around him flashed again, and suddenly, Tang Liu and Tang Hao vanished into a blue-black light, reappearing exactly where Tang Liu had been standing earlier.

There, he had left a mark behind.

Ever since he killed the Mandala Snake using the power of the mark, Tang Liu found that his understanding of the Hao-Lan Mark had deepened significantly. For instance, he could now achieve what the system described as "indirect contact through other means" to leave a mark.

For example, he could leave a mark on the chair Tang Hao had just sat on, and once Tang Hao sat down, as long as any part of Tang Hao's skin made contact with the chair, Tang Liu could transfer the mark directly onto him.

When they entered the house, he had left the Hao-Lan Mark in his shoes through the contact between his feet and the soles, then transferred it to the floor, which satisfied the requirement of indirect skin contact. That was why he could bring Tang Hao along with him now, consuming only the amount of soul power equivalent to one level of Innate Soul Power.

Tang Hao was astonished. He had already held this soul skill of Tang Liu's in high regard, but it seemed he had still underestimated it.

"You can even teleport with others?" he asked.

"Uh-huh, it's a piece of cake. No matter how dangerous it gets, I can take you away, leaving those who wish us harm unable to catch up," Tang Liu said, letting himself down from Tang Hao. Because Tang Hao had shifted from sitting to standing after the teleportation, he had been hanging off him.

The less-than-one-meter-tall Tang Liu jumped off the nearly two-meter-tall Tang Hao and nearly stumbled, but he caught Tang Hao's hand just in time.

Tang Hao pulled him back up with a slight tug.

"Now, can I come with you?" Tang Liu looked up at him and asked.

Tang Hao's expression stiffened, then he spoke faintly.

"What level is your soul power now?"

"Level 24."

Yes, after the battle with the Mandala Snake, Tang Liu's soul power had increased by another level.

"If you can break through to level 30 within half a year, I will allow you to follow me."

Tang Liu blinked, a profound look appearing on his face. "Is that a promise?"

Tang Hao nodded. "Yes."

"And in these six months, you won't just leave suddenly, will you?"

Tang Hao hesitated for a long moment. "I won't."

Tang Liu wore an "I knew it" expression, then turned and walked back toward his room. "I'm going to cultivate," he said without looking back.

After Tang Liu lifted the curtain and entered the room, a complex look appeared in Tang Hao's eyes.

It seemed his younger son's talent was truly formidable—at the very least, stronger than his own, and even Tang San could not compare.

After all, he possessed the unprecedented Triple Martial Soul of the continent.

The soul skills of a Third Martial Soul were truly beyond reason.

Thinking of Tang Liu's soul skills, Tang Hao could not help but fall into deep contemplation.

If... if Little Liu had possessed this ability back then, or if he himself had possessed it, then Ah Yin would not have...

After a long while, he shook his head in self-mockery.

What was he thinking? Back then, Little San and Little Liu were nothing more than newborn infants.

Come to think of it, he had been holding Little San in one arm, with Little Liu strapped to his back using the vines Ah Yin had shed, while his remaining right hand swung the Clear Sky Hammer to battle several Title Douluo, Spirit Douluo, and Spirit Sages of the Martial Soul Hall.

Thinking of these things, a bitter expression touched the corners of Tang Hao's lips.

But just then, Tang Liu lifted a corner of the door curtain, poked his head in, and said, "Dad, I've never learned how to meditate. How am I supposed to cultivate spirit power?"

Tang Hao: "..."

A moment later, he sighed and walked toward Tang Liu's room.

"Come here, I will teach you."

Hmm, regarding the setting of this book, it might combine elements from Douluo Dalu I, II, and III. Come to think of it, the only one I've actually finished reading seems to be the second one... Also, this kind of plot still feels so embarrassing (/w＼). It always feels like I'm writing a fanfic... but changing it is impossible; I've already stockpiled two or three hundred thousand words ready to be published.