Could This Be the Clear Sky Hammer?

"By the way, Xiao San, what happened to you just now? Do you know how badly you scared me with the way you looked?" Coming back to his senses, Grandmaster suddenly asked Tang San.

He still remembered how Tang San had looked as though he had gone berserk. Though he had not been concerned about Tang San's life or death before, things were different now.

Tang San had successfully proven his theory. That meant he had to do everything he could to train Tang San. Only if Tang San became a Titled Douluo in the future could he truly prove that he was not worthless!

Yu Xiaogang was a proud man. He did not want the label of "worthless" to follow him for the rest of his life.

"Teacher, while I was absorbing the soul ring, I think I fell into an illusion. If you hadn't reminded me, perhaps I would never have woken up." Tang San looked at Grandmaster gratefully. Having a teacher who cared for him was, after all, a happy thing.

"Teacher, you are so knowledgeable. Do you know why this happened?"

"I believe it was the lingering resentment within the Soul Beast at the moment of its death affecting you. I never expected a mere ten-year Soul Beast to nearly take your life. It seems that Mandala Snake truly was more than you could handle." Grandmaster turned around and gazed distantly into the pitch-black night sky as he spoke calmly.

"So that's how it is. Teacher, I really have you to thank this time." Hearing Grandmaster's words, Tang San immediately felt enlightened, though he was also somewhat relieved.

It turned out he had overestimated himself. At the thought that absorbing the Mandala Snake's soul ring might have cost him his life, his heart suddenly went cold.

"Alright, Xiao San, don't think too much about it. Quickly tell me, what First Soul Skill did Lone Bamboo give you?" Grandmaster prompted him at the right moment, anticipation still in his eyes.

Although Lone Bamboo was only a low-level Soul Beast, it was undoubtedly extremely compatible with Xiao San's Blue Silver Grass.

They were both plant-type, and Grandmaster believed that the soul skill Xiao San had gained should be rather practical.

"Teacher, the skill Lone Bamboo gave me is Entanglement. After gaining the soul ring's energy, my Blue Silver Grass seems to have become a little tougher." As Tang San spoke, blue light burst from his hand. Blue Silver Grass quietly emerged from his palm, brimming with vitality.

Compared to before, the Blue Silver Grass seemed to have become somewhat more vivid in color, but that was its only change.

"Show me." Grandmaster continued.

Tang San nodded. A clear white soul ring rose from beneath him and spiraled upward. As the white light blazed, the Blue Silver Grass in Tang San's hand began growing wildly.

In an instant, dozens of Blue Silver Grass stalks shot toward the nearest tree before Tang San and wrapped around it at incredible speed. They resembled stalks of Lone Bamboo, their leaf tips looking exceptionally sharp.

Grandmaster's eyes brightened at the sight.

In his view, Xiao San's Blue Silver Grass had surely increased in attack power by several times.

But that thought only flashed through his mind, because what happened next nearly made him drop dead on the spot!

The dozens of Blue Silver Grass stalks tightly coiled around the small tree. Then, their leaves viciously stabbed toward the trunk. At that moment, the eyes of both Grandmaster and Tang San lit up almost simultaneously.

However, those seemingly sharp leaves shattered one after another the instant they struck the trunk, like ice meeting blazing flames.

Then, the dozens of Blue Silver Grass stalks all broke into fragments and scattered across the ground.

Tang San was dumbfounded. His First Soul Skill had lost its effect before it could even harm its target. Wasn't such a useless soul skill a joke?

"Teacher, my Blue Silver Grass... how could this happen?" Tang San's eyes were full of disappointment, but that disappointment soon changed into despair.

What effect could such a soul skill possibly have in battle? Was it meant to show his opponent how weak he was? Then make them pity him even more, displaying just how incapable he was?

Tang San lowered his head in silence. At that moment, he felt as though he were worthless. He was useless!

Grandmaster also fell silent. He had never expected Xiao San's First Soul Skill to have such an effect. He dejectedly shook his head, the disappointment in his eyes even deeper than Xiao San's.

He only knew that his Xiao San was too weak.

But just then, Grandmaster seemed to recall something. His eyes lit up as he hurriedly asked Tang San, "Xiao San, what is your other Martial Soul? Quickly release it and let me see."

This was the first time he had asked Tang San to display his Twin Martial Souls. At first, he had believed that Twin Martial Souls could only arise under two circumstances: either both parents possessed extremely powerful Martial Souls, or both possessed utter trash Martial Souls.

Only under these two most extreme circumstances could someone with Twin Martial Souls be born.

The reason Grandmaster had not rushed to see Tang San's second Martial Soul from the beginning was that he feared he would not be able to bear such a blow.

Blue Silver Grass was universally acknowledged as a trash Martial Soul. If Xiao San's other Martial Soul was also trash, then his disciple would have lost all value.

But now, he had no choice but to see it. Grandmaster's hands trembled incessantly as he prepared himself for the worst.

If Tang San's second Martial Soul truly was nothing more than a trash Martial Soul, then he might as well abandon this disciple.

Naturally, Tang San could not see through Grandmaster's thoughts. He merely nodded, believing that his teacher was surely concerned for him.

He raised his left hand, and black light surged forth. When the black glow faded, a strange hammer appeared in his palm. Its hammerhead was small, and strange patterns covered its surface, making it look exceptionally unique.

Seeing the hammer in Tang San's hand, Grandmaster was momentarily speechless. He rubbed his eyes, utter shock appearing in his gaze. He stared fixedly at the hammer and muttered, "Tang San... Tang... Fine... put your Martial Soul away, Xiao San. Remember this: without my permission, you must not use this Martial Soul before anyone. Nor may you add any soul rings to it. Do you understand?"

"Teacher, why? Father told me the same thing." Tang San nodded, but he could not help voicing the doubt in his heart.

"There is no why. You do not need to know so much. Just remember that your teacher is doing this for your own good." Grandmaster spoke coldly. A figure appeared in his mind, and for that figure's owner, he felt nothing but reverence.

That man was Tang Hao. Grandmaster did not know much about Tang Hao. He only knew that ever since Tang Hao's battle with the previous Pope, Tang Hao's name had seemingly vanished from the world of soul masters. Though he did not know the reason, he was certain that it was connected to Spirit Hall.

Grandmaster had begun to feel disappointed by Tang San's performance, but the appearance of the Clear Sky Hammer made him change his mind.

Once the number-one assault-type Tool Martial Soul in the world appeared, what kind of sensation would it cause?

At that moment, Grandmaster's thoughts changed once more. He would train Tang San into a Titled Douluo.

For no other reason than the Clear Sky Hammer. Since ancient times, no weak person had ever possessed such a Martial Soul.

Once Xiao San grew up, he would become Yu Xiaogang's only asset in opposing Spirit Hall.

In his view, the Clear Sky Sect and Spirit Hall could only be enemies.

At that thought, a smile appeared on Grandmaster's face once again.

"Mm." Tang San nodded. He trusted Grandmaster's words completely. In his eyes, a teacher was like a father, and Grandmaster was his father.

"But Grandmaster, I've worked so hard. Why am I still so useless? My First Soul Skill is simply too..." Tang San dejectedly shook his head. Though he could tell that his second Martial Soul might be somewhat special, he still could not accept the First Soul Skill of his Blue Silver Grass.

After all, the effect of that soul skill was simply too...

Grandmaster merely smiled. If Tang San truly were worthless, then even as his disciple, Grandmaster would not spare him a second glance.

But after seeing the Clear Sky Hammer in Tang San's hand, Grandmaster's outlook had completely changed.

How could the son of the Clear Sky Douluo be an ordinary person?

"Xiao San, do you know? On the path of a soul master's cultivation, effort is the least worthy thing to boast about. It is the most basic, lowest, and most insignificant thing, something every soul master can do. Only once you understand this can you climb higher." Grandmaster comforted Tang San. By now, he had completely accepted Tang San as his disciple.

"Thank you, Teacher. I understand. I will work hard to become stronger." Tang San's body actually stiffened slightly at Grandmaster's words. Something in his heart was quietly stirred, and his gaze became resolute.

He would work even harder and become stronger!

Seeing Tang San filled with passion, Grandmaster smiled in satisfaction.

At the same time, he was somewhat worried.

If the Clear Sky Douluo learned that the first soul ring his son had obtained under Grandmaster's guidance was merely a ten-year soul ring, what would become of him?

At that thought, Grandmaster felt a chill run through his crotch.