Once they entered the room, Jiang Li gestured for Tang San to relax. Since they were master and disciple, they could be more casual around each other.
As he spoke, he poured two cups of tea and gestured for Tang San to sit.
But the latter didn't move at all. Tang San's lips worked furiously as he gathered himself for a long while before finally speaking.
"Master, there's something I think I should tell you."
Jiang Li looked up, curious. "Oh? What is it, San?"
Tang San took a deep breath, then slowly raised his right hand.
A small, pitch-black hammer radiating a heavy aura appeared in his palm. "Master, that liar wasn't wrong. I really do have a Second Martial Soul."
As Tang San spoke, his voice grew quieter.
He watched his master gaze thoughtfully at the Second Martial Soul in his hand, and felt his face burn with embarrassment.
Though he and Jiang Li had known each other only briefly, Tang San could tell his master sincerely cared about him. Yet he hadn't told his master about his Twin Martial Souls as soon as he became his disciple.
His father had said he must never reveal his Second Martial Soul in front of outsiders. But did his master count as an outsider?
What if his master was hurt because Tang San hadn't been honest with him?
In his heart, this wasn't merely a lack of trust in his master. It was a grave act of filial impiety!
Though it wasn't too late to tell his master now, Tang San still felt as if he couldn't cross that hurdle.
He had even prepared himself for his master to give him a thorough scolding.
But Jiang Li's reaction was completely unexpected.
With a faint smile, he reached over and ruffled Tang San's hair a few times. There wasn't a trace of reproach in his voice. "San, you did well not to casually reveal the secret of your Twin Martial Souls to outsiders. And I'm genuinely glad that you chose to trust me and tell me about it."
"But remember this, San: unless you're facing a disaster that threatens your life, you must never reveal your Second Martial Soul in front of outsiders."
"There are always people born evil on the Douluo Continent who like to hunt down geniuses. And your Second Martial Soul..."
Jiang Li let his words trail off there, smoothly moving on to another matter.
"Also, without my permission, you mustn't add even a single Soul Ring to your Second Martial Soul."
Tang San nodded obediently. Since both his father and master had said the same thing, it must be extremely important. All he needed to do was heed their warnings.
Still, he could tell from his master's words that Jiang Li seemed to know something about the hammer Martial Soul.
Martial Souls were inherited from both parents. Since his father was a blacksmith, Tang San guessed that his father's Martial Soul was probably the hammer in his left hand.
And his mother's Martial Soul was likely the same as his own: Blue Silver Grass.
Having never known a mother's love in either of his two lives, he desperately wanted to know what his mother in this life had been like.
Thinking of how his master also had a Blue Silver Grass Martial Soul, and how he seemed to recognize the hammer Martial Soul in Tang San's hand...
"Master, do you know anything about my parents and the origins of the hammer Martial Soul I inherited?"
Jiang Li was surprised that Tang San had suddenly asked him that.
But it was clearly not the right time to tell him the truth. "San, since your father never told you about them, I believe he had his reasons."
"Your task for now is to focus on cultivating. Telling you everything would only add to your worries."
"I can only tell you that your mother was a very good person."
After hearing that, Tang San nodded silently.
Though his father had never shown off his strength in front of him, Tang San could tell from the aura his father had radiated when teaching him the Chaotic Cloak Hammer Technique that he was certainly no ordinary man.
His father must have had his reasons for taking Tang San into seclusion in such a tiny village, right?
Thinking this, Tang San resolved to cultivate diligently. He believed the day he learned the truth couldn't be far away!
Seeing confidence bloom anew in Tang San's eyes, Jiang Li was deeply satisfied. "San, my Blue Silver Grass follows the path of ultimate life."
"My Martial Soul can control my enemies' movements while also healing injured allies."
As he spoke, Jiang Li summoned his Blue Silver King Martial Soul.
As he channeled his Soul Power, the Blue Silver King in his hand began to radiate a faint aura of life that put people at ease.
"Blue Silver Grass may be a weak Martial Soul, but its nature allows it to embrace all things."
"Of all its traits, whatever path you choose, making life an auxiliary attribute is an inevitable choice."
"Plant-type Martial Souls on the Douluo Continent mostly develop along similar lines. The only exception is Chrysanthemum Douluo of Spirit Hall."
"Unlike other Plant-type Martial Soul users, who develop their Martial Souls according to their natural traits, he cultivated his Singular Velvet Sky Chrysanthemum Martial Soul until it could transform into razor-sharp metal blades."
"When that good-for-nothing used his farting skill earlier, I noticed that you seemed to know a special footwork technique."
"So I was wondering: if your Blue Silver Grass could become a weapon to attack others, like Chrysanthemum Douluo's, could you combine that with your unusual footwork to achieve an effect greater than the sum of its parts?"
Tang San was so excited he could barely contain himself. What had he just heard?
Chrysanthemum Douluo's Martial Soul was the Singular Velvet Sky Chrysanthemum?
Didn't that mean the Douluo Continent had to have the Immortal Herbs recorded in the Mysterious Heaven Treasure Record from his previous life?
Every one of them possessed the power to seize the creations of Heaven and Earth!
And he felt that his master understood him incredibly well!
Turning his Blue Silver Grass into blades and flinging them out like Hidden Weapons!
It was a stroke of genius!
He was even more certain he hadn't chosen the wrong master!
Having a master who could teach according to his aptitude was the greatest stroke of luck he could have hoped for!
"Master, I think Chrysanthemum Douluo's path is perfect for me!" Tang San said eagerly.
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