In Tang Hao's eyes, if he revealed his true identity and personally raised Tang San, Tang San would probably never amount to much.
My father is a Titled Douluo!
That background was certainly impressive, but it wasn't suitable for Tang San to learn about just yet.
If Tang San could only grow up under his protection, then he would become nothing more than a flower raised in a greenhouse.
Fragile and utterly incapable of withstanding a single blow.
There would be no point in hoping Tang San could make something of himself.
Much less fulfill Tang Hao's long-cherished wish of returning to his roots.
Tang Hao had never forgotten his wish to return to his roots.
He himself had no chance to go back openly, but Tang San could.
The prerequisite was that Tang San had to become strong enough to earn the approval of those old fogies in the Clear Sky Sect.
For Tang San, having more experiences like this might not be a bad thing.
It would help strengthen his resolve, allowing him to go farther on the path of cultivation in the future.
Tang Hao drew a deep breath, shifted his gaze from Tang San, and turned it to Lin Mo and Xiao Wu.
As for the relationship between Lin Mo, Tang San, and Xiao Wu—
In Tang Hao's eyes, the three of them were just like his elder brother, himself, and Ah Yin back then.
At that time, the three of them had also been inseparable.
Tang Xiao was the oldest and strongest, making him the leader of their trio.
Ah Yin was the youngest and always followed behind them.
But later, everything changed.
Besides, these children were only a few years old. What did they know about love?
At seven or eight, they hadn't even figured out Soul Power cultivation. How could they possibly understand such complicated things?
For now, they were just playing around.
Tang Hao figured that once this Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast's juvenile form grew up, there was a good chance she would choose Xiao San, just as Ah Yin had chosen him back then.
After all, their circumstances were exactly like the circumstances of the three of them back then.
His elder brother had certainly been outstanding, but in the end, Tang Hao was the only one who had stayed in Ah Yin's heart.
To Ah Yin, his elder brother would always be just that—her elder brother!
In the end, Lin Mo could only be like Tang Xiao: an elder brother to Xiao San and that Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast.
Nothing more.
What's more, in Tang Hao's eyes, setting aside whether Lin Mo's unknown Martial Soul could measure up to either of the Twin Martial Souls Xiao San possessed—the Blue Silver Emperor or the Clear Sky Hammer—
The Blue Silver Emperor was what Ah Yin had left for Tang San. It was the king of 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 weapon Martial Soul, with unmatched attack power.
No one had yet recognized what kind of Martial Soul Lin Mo had.
Even if it could barely compare to one of those two, so what?
Xiao San had the talent of Twin Martial Souls. He was destined to reach the pinnacle of the Soul Master World!
How many people with Twin Martial Souls had appeared on the entire Douluo Continent over the past few centuries?
Tang San's future was destined to be brilliant.
Xiao San's Blue Silver Grass Martial Soul might seem a little weak right now!
But once Xiao San began cultivating the Clear Sky Hammer instead, everything would start getting better!
Tang Hao knew better than anyone how domineering the Clear Sky Hammer was.
With nothing but Ten Thousand Year Soul Rings attached, the Clear Sky Hammer could smash any enemy with a single blow.
Overwhelming all skill with sheer strength.
Whatever flashy Soul Skills you had, one swing of the hammer would reduce them all to dust.
Right now, Lin Mo only had a slight advantage in the early stages thanks to his natural strength.
But so what?
It wouldn't be easy for him to find a path to cultivate his unknown Martial Soul.
With no experience from those who came before to draw on, he could only figure everything out for himself.
If he took a wrong turn, there would be no chance to correct it!
Once a Martial Soul's cultivation path was set, it was very difficult to change.
Make too many mistakes, and even the most outstanding talent would have his future potential locked away.
The ultimate winner would definitely be Tang San.
Lin Mo might shine for a while, but the one who laughed last would be Tang Hao's son.
Outside the Notting Grand Hotel.
After finishing their meal, the three of them walked out of the dining hall.
Xiao Wu stood at the entrance and stretched luxuriously.
"Lin Mo, Xiao San, I'm heading home first. See you!"
She waved goodbye to them, her voice as light and lively as a rabbit let loose.
She took two steps backward, then suddenly stopped and turned around. Pointing at Lin Mo, she gave him a challenging smile.
"Lin Mo, once we've both broken through to Soul Grandmasters, let's spar again! I don't believe I'll still lose to you!"
As she spoke, Xiao Wu proudly waved her little pink fist.
Her cultivation was getting hard to hold back.
Even with her deliberately suppressing it, her Soul Power had already reached the peak of level nineteen.
She didn't want to go with Lin Mo to obtain a Soul Ring. The dean who was taking Lin Mo to get one might discover the secret she was hiding.
It would be better to find somewhere safe, form her Second Soul Ring, and then go with Lin Mo to Shrek Academy.
Just thinking about it brought a delighted smile to Xiao Wu's face.
She already had a preliminary idea of what her Second Soul Skill would be.
If she was right, the Soft Bone Rabbit's Second Soul Skill should be Charm.
Thinking of this made her smile even wider. She glanced at Lin Mo, her eyes full of mischief.
So what if Lin Mo had a powerful body and strong defenses?
She had already seen how thick-skinned and impervious to blades and spears he was.
Martial Souls always had their own specializations.
Since Lin Mo's Martial Soul specialized in the body, that meant his mental strength—in other words, his soul—couldn't be all that powerful.
Generally speaking, the more extreme a Martial Soul's specialization, the more obvious its weaknesses.
Just like those Black Water Turtle Soul Masters who were exceptionally good at defense, as their instructors had explained at the academy. Their defensive power was unmatched among Soul Masters of the same rank, but their attack power was practically nonexistent!
Lin Mo's physical defense was practically maxed out, so his mental strength had to be lacking.
The Charm Soul Skill was tailor-made to counter those with weaker mental strength than her.
Once hit, their consciousness would fall into a brief confusion, leaving them at her mercy.
After she obtained her Second Soul Skill, she'd become the real Sister Xiao Wu to Lin Mo!
The undisputed big sister of Notting Academy!
Then she'd knock Lin Mo flat on his knees and drag him off to be her slave, ya!
Just imagining the scene made Xiao Wu giggle.
Passersby turned to stare, their expressions strange as they looked at the little girl who had suddenly started laughing to herself.
Xiao Wu, however, didn't notice a thing.
"See you!"
Lin Mo rolled his eyes and ignored the silly rabbit, who was laughing to herself.
He didn't know exactly what Xiao Wu was thinking, but that look on her face told him it definitely wasn't anything good.
She was probably plotting some kind of mischief.
Lin Mo turned and waved to Tang San.
Then he set off with Tang San and returned to Notting Academy.
In the dormitory building's top-floor room, Yu Xiaogang's quarters, Lin Mo met the elder Yu Xiaogang had mentioned—the one who would take him to obtain a Soul Ring.