Xiao Wu: Knock Lin Mo to the ground and drag him back to be a slave, y'know!

In Tang Hao's view, if he were to reveal his true identity and raise Tang San himself, the boy would likely never achieve anything great in the future.

My father is a Titled Douluo!

While this background was immense, it was not suitable for Tang San to know just yet.

If Tang San could only grow under his protection, he would be nothing more than a flower raised in a greenhouse.

Fragile and unable to withstand a single blow.

There would be no hope of Tang San ever becoming a true talent.

Not to mention, he would never be able to fulfill Tang Hao's long-cherished wish of returning to the Clear Sky Sect.

Returning to his roots—that was a matter Tang Hao had never forgotten.

He himself had no chance of returning openly, but Tang San could.

The prerequisite was that Tang San had to be strong enough to earn the recognition of those old fogies in the Clear Sky Sect.

Having more experiences like this would not necessarily be a bad thing for Tang San.

A firmer resolve would allow him to travel much further on the path of cultivation in the future.

Tang Hao took a deep breath, shifting his gaze from Tang San to Lin Mo and Xiao Wu.

As for the relationship between Lin Mo, Tang San, and Xiao Wu, in Tang Hao's eyes, it was just like the bond between his eldest brother, himself, and Ah Yin back in the day.

At that time, the three of them had also been inseparable.

Tang Xiao was the eldest and the strongest, acting as the big brother to the three of them.

Ah Yin was the youngest, always following behind them.

But later on, everything changed.

Besides, these children were only a few years old; how could they possibly understand love?

At seven or eight years old, they hadn't even mastered their Soul Power yet, so how could they comprehend such complex matters?

At this stage, it was all just childish play.

In Tang Hao's opinion, there was a high probability that this juvenile Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast would choose Tang San, just as Ah Yin had chosen him.

After all, the situation between the three of them was identical to his own past.

His eldest brother was indeed excellent, but in the end, only he had remained in Ah Yin's heart.

His eldest brother would always be nothing more than a big brother in Ah Yin's heart!

Ultimately, Lin Mo could only be like Tang Xiao—merely a big brother to Tang San and that Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast.

Nothing more than that.

Furthermore, in Tang Hao's eyes, regardless of whether Lin Mo's unknown Martial Soul could compare to either of Tang San's Twin Martial Souls—the Blue Silver Emperor or the Clear Sky Hammer—it didn't matter.

The Blue Silver Emperor was what Ah Yin had left for Tang San; it was the sovereign of all plant-type Martial Souls.

The Clear Sky Hammer was what Tang Hao had passed down to Tang San; it was the world's number one tool Martial Soul, possessing peerless offensive power.

No one had yet been able to identify what Lin Mo's Martial Soul was.

Even if it could barely be mentioned in the same breath as one of them, so what?

Tang San possessed the talent of Twin Martial Souls; he was a man destined to reach the pinnacle of the Soul Master world!

Twin Martial Souls—how many had appeared across the entire Douluo Continent in the last few hundred years?

Tang San's future was destined to be glorious.

Tang San's Blue Silver Grass Martial Soul might look a bit weak right now!

But once Tang San began to cultivate the Clear Sky Hammer, everything would change for the better!

Tang Hao knew the dominance of the Clear Sky Hammer better than anyone.

A Clear Sky Hammer equipped with all ten-thousand-year soul rings could shatter any enemy with a single strike.

Absolute strength overcomes all techniques.

No matter how flashy the soul skills were, one hammer blow would reduce them all to dust.

Lin Mo might currently hold an advantage in the early stages due to his innate divine strength.

But so what?

It would not be easy for him to find a path of cultivation for his unknown Martial Soul.

Without the experience of predecessors to draw upon, he would have to rely entirely on his own exploration.

If he took a wrong step, there would be no chance to correct it!

Once the direction of a Martial Soul's cultivation was determined, it was nearly impossible to change.

Once errors accumulate, no matter how outstanding the talent, the future ceiling is locked.

The ultimate winner will undoubtedly be Tang San.

Lin Mo might enjoy a moment of glory, but the one who laughs last will only be his, Tang Hao's, son.

Notting Grand Hotel, entrance.

The three of them walked out of the lobby after finishing their meal.

Xiao Wu stood at the entrance and stretched out in a long, lazy yawn.

"Lin Mo, Little San, I'm heading home now. See you later!"

Xiao Wu waved goodbye to the two of them, her tone as light and cheerful as a frolicking rabbit.

She took two steps back, then suddenly stopped, turned around, and pointed a finger at Lin Mo with a provocative smile on her face:

"Lin Mo, let's have another spar once we both break through to become Soul Grand Masters. I don't believe I'll lose to you again!"

As she said this, Xiao Wu waved her pink fist in a display of triumph.

Her cultivation level was becoming difficult to suppress.

Even while deliberately holding back, she had already reached the peak of level nineteen Soul Power.

She did not want to go with Lin Mo to obtain her soul ring, as it was highly likely that the dean taking Lin Mo would discover the secrets she carried.

It would be better to find a safe place to condense her second soul ring before heading to Shrek Academy with Lin Mo.

At the mere thought of this, a look of joy could not help but surface on Xiao Wu's face.

She already had a preliminary idea for her second soul skill.

If her predictions were correct, the Soft Bone Rabbit's second soul skill should be Charm.

Thinking of this, the joy on Xiao Wu's face deepened, and she subconsciously glanced at Lin Mo, her eyes filled with cunning.

So what if Lin Mo had a formidable physical body and strong defense?

She had already witnessed his thick skin and invulnerability to blades and spears.

Martial Souls always had their leanings.

Since Lin Mo's Martial Soul leaned toward physical prowess, it was destined that his spirit—his soul—would not be overly powerful.

Generally speaking, the more extreme a Martial Soul's focus, the more obvious its shortcomings.

Just like the Black Water Turtle Soul Masters taught at the academy who excelled at defense; their defensive power was unrivaled among peers of the same rank, but their offensive power was practically non-existent!

If Lin Mo's physical defense was maxed out, his mental power must surely be lacking.

The Charm soul skill was specifically designed to counter those with weaker mental power than oneself.

Once struck, the target's consciousness would fall into a brief state of chaos, leaving them at the mercy of others.

Once she obtained her second soul skill, she could truly become Lin Mo's "Big Sister Xiao Wu"!

The undisputed big sister of the entire Notting Academy!

When that time came, she would beat Lin Mo until he knelt on the ground and then drag him back to be her slave!

At the thought of this scene, Xiao Wu couldn't help but giggle out loud.

Seeing this, passing pedestrians cast sidelong glances, looking at the little girl who had suddenly started giggling like a fool with strange expressions.

Yet, Xiao Wu herself was completely oblivious.

"See you!"

Lin Mo rolled his eyes, no longer paying attention to the silly rabbit who was giggling to herself.

Although he didn't know exactly what Xiao Wu was thinking, he knew from her expression that it was definitely nothing good.

She was likely cooking up some devious scheme.

Lin Mo turned around and waved at Tang San.

Immediately, he set off with Tang San and returned to Notting Academy.

In Yu Xiaogang's dormitory on the top floor, Lin Mo met the elder Yu Xiaogang had mentioned who would be taking him to obtain his soul ring.