The True Thousand-Hand Douluo?

Upon entering the room, Jiang Li gestured for Tang San to set aside his formality, noting that since they were master and disciple, they could be more relaxed with one another.

With that, he brewed two cups of tea and motioned for Tang San to take a seat.

However, the latter remained motionless. Tang San's lips moved frantically, and after a long period of hesitation, he finally spoke slowly.

"Master, there is something I believe I should tell you."

Jiang Li looked up with curiosity. "Oh? Little San? What is it?"

After taking a deep breath, Tang San slowly raised his right hand.

A small, pitch-black hammer radiating a heavy aura appeared in his palm. "Master, actually, that swindler was not wrong. I truly do possess a second martial soul."

As Tang San spoke, his voice grew quieter and quieter.

He watched his master, who was staring at the second martial soul in his hand with a thoughtful expression, and felt his own face burning with shame.

Although he had only been in contact with Jiang Li for a short time, Tang San could feel that his master was sincere toward him. Yet, he hadn't told his master about his Twin Martial Souls the moment he became his disciple.

His father had told him never to reveal his second martial soul to outsiders, but could his master be considered an outsider?

What if his master felt hurt by his lack of honesty?

In his heart, this wasn't just a lack of trust in his master; it was a grave act of unfilial behavior!

Even though it wasn't too late to tell his master now, Tang San felt as though he couldn't overcome that mental hurdle.

He had even prepared himself to be scolded by his master.

However, Jiang Li's reaction was completely unexpected.

He chuckled, reached out, and ruffled Tang San's hair, his tone devoid of any blame. "Little San, you did well not to expose the secret of your Twin Martial Souls to outsiders. I am truly happy that you chose to trust me and share this secret with your master."

"But Little San, you must remember: unless you encounter a life-or-death crisis, never reveal your second martial soul to outsiders."

"On the Douluo Continent, there are always those born evil who love to hunt down geniuses, and your second martial soul..."

Jiang Li stopped there, smoothly shifting the conversation to other matters.

"Furthermore, without my permission, you are not to add even a single soul ring to your second martial soul."

Tang San nodded obediently. Since both his master and his father had given the same instruction, it meant the matter was of utmost importance, and he simply needed to follow it.

However, he could tell from his teacher's words that the man seemed to have some knowledge of his hammer martial soul.

Martial souls were inherited from one's parents. Since his father was a blacksmith, he guessed that his father's martial soul was likely the same hammer he held in his left hand.

And his mother's martial soul was likely the same Blue Silver Grass as his own.

Having never received maternal love in either of his two lives, he longed to know what kind of person his mother had been.

Thinking that his master also possessed a Blue Silver Grass martial soul, and that he seemed to recognize the hammer in his hand...

"Master, do you know the origin of the hammer martial soul that I inherited from my father and mother?"

Jiang Li was surprised that Tang San would suddenly ask this.

But clearly, now was not the time to tell him the 'truth'. "Little San, since your father hasn't told you about them, I believe he has his own reasons."

"Your task now is to cultivate diligently; otherwise, knowing everything would only add to your troubles."

"I can only tell you that your mother was a very good person."

Hearing this, Tang San nodded in silence.

Although his father had never displayed his strength in front of him, the aura that radiated from his body when he taught him the Chaotic Cloak Hammer Technique was enough to convince him that his father was no ordinary man.

There must have been hidden reasons for his father to take him into seclusion in such a small village.

Thinking this, Tang San decided to cultivate hard in the future. He believed the day he would know the truth was not far off!

Seeing the light of confidence rekindled in Tang San's eyes, Jiang Li was extremely satisfied. "Little San, my Blue Silver Grass follows the path of ultimate life."

"While my martial soul can control the movements of enemies, it can also heal injured allies."

As he spoke, Jiang Li summoned his Blue Silver King martial soul.

With the stimulation of his soul power, the surface of the Blue Silver King in his hand began to emit a trace of life energy that brought a sense of peace.

"Although the Blue Silver Grass is a weak martial soul, its characteristic is that it can encompass all things."

"However, among all its traits, regardless of the path of development, treating the way of life as an auxiliary attribute is an inevitable choice."

"The development of plant-type martial souls on the Douluo Continent is much the same; the only exception is Chrysanthemum Douluo of the Martial Soul Hall."

"He did not choose to develop his martial soul according to its inherent characteristics like other plant-type soul masters. Instead, he cultivated his Singular Velvet Sky Chrysanthemum martial soul to the point where it can manifest as sharp metal blades."

"When that piece of trash used his farting skill earlier, I observed that you seem to know a special footwork."

"So, I was thinking: if your Blue Silver Grass could be transformed into a sharp weapon like that of Chrysanthemum Douluo, and combined with your unique footwork, could it produce a result where one plus one is greater than two?"

At this moment, Tang San was uncontrollably excited. What had he just heard?

Chrysanthemum Douluo's martial soul is the Singular Velvet Sky Chrysanthemum?

Doesn't that mean that the immortal herbs recorded in the Mysterious Heaven Treasure Record from his past life must exist on the Douluo Continent?

One had to know that every single one of them possessed the power to defy the heavens and change destiny!

Furthermore, he felt that his master understood him far too well!

Transforming his Blue Silver Grass into blades and launching them like hidden weapons!

This was nothing short of a stroke of genius!

He was even more certain that he had chosen the right master.

To have a master capable of teaching according to one's aptitude was simply his greatest stroke of luck!

"Master, I feel that the development path of that Chrysanthemum Douluo is extremely suitable for me!"

Tang San said, unable to contain his impatience.