Tang Hao: The Grandmaster Had Been Hiding Fine Wine!

"The Grandmaster has changed... so much!" Tang Hao thought.

He remembered that the last time he had come to see Yu Xiaogang, Yu Xiaogang had still looked utterly dejected.

Back then, Yu Xiaogang had been unkempt, with stubble all over his face and thick, broad lips cracked and dry. His short hair had been slick with grease.

At the time, Yu Xiaogang's room hadn't been dirty or messy, but it had looked plain and practical.

Now, though, Yu Xiaogang had even decorated the room with a touch of color. It looked like the home of a man with a virtuous wife.

He looked much healthier, too.

Yu Xiaogang had shaved off his stubble, his skin had grown fairer, and he had even started growing his hair out.

"Did Tang San bring about these changes?" Tang Hao wondered.

He knew a little about Yu Xiaogang's past.

So he figured Yu Xiaogang might have changed because he had found a disciple who could put his theories into practice.

"Haotian Crown, you're here. Come in and sit down!" Yu Xiaogang invited him.

Tang Hao shook his head. "Grandmaster, I won't sit. I have something to tell you!"

Yu Xiaogang knew that Tang Hao was a Titled Douluo and wouldn't say something without reason, so he quickly grew serious.

"Haotian Crown, please go ahead!"

Tang Hao told Yu Xiaogang one by one about the problems Tang San had encountered while practicing the Disorder Splitting Wind Hammer technique.

After finishing, he also explained his own understanding of the technique to Yu Xiaogang.

"Grandmaster, do you understand the method of exerting force I just described?"

"Your Martial Soul is an External Beast Martial Soul, so your ability to control your body might not be that strong."

"But that's all right. Tang San is talented, so he should be able to understand the method of exerting force I described!"

Yu Xiaogang smiled faintly. "Haotian Crown, you're underestimating me..."

Perhaps he hadn't been able to use the force technique Tang Hao described before, but now he had practiced the Evil-Warding Sword Manual, which involved the meridians.

With Soul Power circulating through him, his control over his body was already no worse than that of someone in a Beast Martial Soul's Martial Soul Possession state.

The force technique of the Disorder Splitting Wind Hammer was no longer difficult for him.

Tang Hao assumed Yu Xiaogang was merely bluffing, but he didn't call him out.

"Grandmaster, please go answer Tang San's questions. And please don't reveal that I'm here."

"If the Spirit Hall learns of Tang San's relationship with me, I'm afraid it'll put him in danger," Tang Hao said.

"Hmph, the Spirit Hall!" Yu Xiaogang gritted his teeth. "Sooner or later, I'll make them give me an explanation!"

With that, Yu Xiaogang flicked his sleeves and went out the door to find Tang San.

How could he not see that Tang Hao had been brushing him off, assuming he was pretending to understand?

Since he was going to teach Tang San the Disorder Splitting Wind Hammer, he might as well put it into practice at the blacksmith shop.

With Tang Hao himself giving him pointers, how could he, Yu Xiaogang, fail to learn the Disorder Splitting Wind Hammer?

As the Grandmaster passed by Tang Hao, a fragrant scent carried a faint whiff of something rank.

Tang Hao didn't pay it much mind. For the past seven or eight years, he had been just as unkempt as the Grandmaster, if not worse.

If he spent some time living in the imperial palace, he would have learned what that smell meant.

"The Grandmaster really is decisive. With him teaching Tang San, I can rest easy!"

"But I've secretly protected Tang San for so long and still haven't seen his other teacher!"

"Who was the expert who taught Tang San all those skills?"

With nothing else to do, Tang Hao sat down on the stool the Grandmaster had brought for him. As he glanced up, he suddenly spotted a wine jar.

"This is... Nuoding City's finest wine, Soul King Drunk?"

The strongest person in Nuoding City, at least as far as the public knew, was only a Soul Ancestor: the Academy Dean of Notting Academy.

This wine dared to call itself "Soul King Drunk"—an audacious name, but it really was famous.

"I seem to remember the Grandmaster doesn't drink. Could he have prepared this for me?" Tang Hao wondered.

While secretly protecting Tang San and keeping watch over Xiao Wu, he had occasionally seen Yu Xiaogang.

He knew Yu Xiaogang had few friends and rarely went out, while Tang San, who often visited, didn't drink either.

So he concluded that the wine had been prepared for him.

"The Grandmaster really is thoughtful!" Tang Hao sighed, feeling touched.

How could he not be moved by someone who still thought of him when he was down on his luck?

"In that case, I can't let the Grandmaster's kindness go to waste!"

Tang Hao opened the wine jar, and in an instant, the room filled with its aroma.

"That aroma... this really is fine wine!" Tang Hao thought.

He lifted the jar and drank deeply. Before long, the entire jar was in his belly.

Tang Hao didn't use his Soul Power to sober himself up. Instead, he let himself sink into a pleasantly tipsy state.

"What's this?" Tang Hao chewed.

Having drunk plenty of wine, he immediately understood what had been steeping inside it.

Some wine merchants had begun adding animal penises to their brews. Some fine wines even used Soul Beast penises, claiming that like could supplement like and strengthen one's virility.

"The Grandmaster really went to the trouble, but I have no use for this virility-boosting wine!"

Unwilling to disappoint Yu Xiaogang, Tang Hao swallowed the "Soul Beast penis" steeping in the wine as well.

But how could he have known that this Soul Beast penis was actually Yu Xiaogang's second brother—a Terror Upright Ape that was over fifty years old!

After downing the whole jar, Tang Hao felt a little drunk.

He looked at the neat bed not far away and, without a second thought, lay down to get some sleep.

Yu Xiaogang had gone to give Tang San pointers on the hammer technique, so he wouldn't be back for a while. There was no harm in resting here for a bit.

Shi San Blacksmith Shop.

Tang San brought Yu Xiaogang back here.

After getting Shi San's permission, Tang San led Yu Xiaogang into the forge.

Tang San took a few curious glances at Yu Xiaogang. He felt that the changes in his teacher lately had been a little too great.

"Teacher, have your injuries healed?" Tang San asked with concern.

Yu Xiaogang nodded in satisfaction. "Tang San, my injuries have healed!"

"But your teacher still has something to take care of, so I can't practice Soul Fighting with you for now!"

"When I come back, I'll have a surprise for you!"

"Teacher, what do you have to take care of? Do you need my help?" Tang San asked.

Yu Xiaogang shook his head. "No need. Your teacher has it all arranged."

What he meant, of course, was that he planned to hunt a Soul Beast and obtain a Soul Ring.

After practicing the Evil-Warding Sword Manual, his Soul Power had been completely transformed, and now he seemed close to a breakthrough.

He estimated that within two or three days, he would break through level thirty and go obtain his third Soul Ring.

"According to my theory, the upper limit for a third Soul Ring is a thousand years. Tang San can't help me against a thousand-year Soul Beast!"

He planned to ask the Academy Dean of Notting Academy to help him hunt a Soul Beast, break through level thirty, and become a Soul Elder.

"With the respect the Academy Dean has for me, I doubt he'll refuse."

Yu Xiaogang looked at the forging hammer beside the furnace and picked it up.

"So heavy!" Yu Xiaogang frowned slightly.

Although he was level twenty-nine, his body was little different from an ordinary person's.

Yu Xiaogang circulated his Soul Power, and only then did the hammer feel lighter.

"Tang San, watch closely. I'll teach you how to practice the Disorder Splitting Wind Hammer!"