Uncle! You Are My Uncle, and My Father!

By all rights, Tang San should have blindly chosen his mother's option.

But the Blue Silver Emperor was a support-type martial soul,

and lacked offensive power,

which left Tang San conflicted.

Not inheriting his mother's legacy seemed somewhat unfilial.

But if he inherited her legacy without gaining great strength, he would not even be able to protect her.

So, he handed the choice over to his uncle.

Although he had only just acknowledged his uncle, Tang San was already certain that his uncle was absolutely dependable and trustworthy.

He was countless times more reliable than that bastard father, Tang Hao.

If Tang Hao had listened to his uncle, Mother would not have fallen...

"Let me decide?"

"Then the Blue Silver Tyrant Spear!"

"You're a boy. Your mother's path truly doesn't suit you. As for cultivating the Blue Silver Tyrant Spear, your uncle has some experience and can guide you."

Ah, his nephew was quite sensible, so Yin Chuan made the choice.

Of course it had to be the Blue Silver Tyrant Spear!

What was there to do with just the Blue Silver Emperor alone?

"Uncle..."

Tang San's heart was moved once again.

Only after weathering storms could one see a rainbow.

He had thought Tang Hao treated him well enough before, but he had never expected his uncle to be the one who truly treated him well...

"Bear with it."

Yin Chuan gave a low shout and guided his Blue Silver Tyrant Spear, pouring its aura into Tang San's body.

His Blue Silver Tyrant Spear could also be considered a top-tier weapon martial soul.

In terms of explosive power,

it might be somewhat inferior to the Clear Sky Hammer, but its killing power in other aspects was absolutely no weaker.

If the Clear Sky Hammer did not have the Great Sumeru Hammer's ring detonation, it was uncertain whether it could even surpass his Blue Silver Tyrant Spear.

"Ah—"

A small stalk of Blue Silver Grass appeared in Tang San's palm. Under Yin Chuan's guidance, it gave off a blue glow,

and began to grow larger and longer...

until it turned into a Blue Silver Tyrant Spear several sizes smaller.

"Is this my new martial soul?"

"Blue Silver Tyrant Spear!"

Tang San grabbed the Blue Silver Tyrant Spear, his heart surging with excitement.

Compared with a tiny grass shoot,

this imposing, domineering spear was clearly far stronger!

It was not only the Blue Silver Tyrant Spear; he himself underwent earth-shaking changes as well.

His once frail body began to fill out,

and his short black hair turned blue and grew longer, becoming the exact same lake-blue long hair as Yin Chuan's.

Elegant and noble!

His formerly ordinary appearance also became handsome, bearing some resemblance to Yin Chuan.

[Main Quest: Help Tang San awaken the Blue Silver Tyrant Spear. Completed. Reward obtained: Domination Domain!]

[The next stage of the Main Quest has begun.]

[Prevent Tang San from taking Yu Xiaogang as his master. Reward: Second martial soul, Thunder Tribulation Heavenly Eye!]

A second martial soul?

Holy shit!

This was an amazing reward—and it was even a body martial soul.

"Take a look at your changes."

Yin Chuan was in an excellent mood. He took out a mirror from his storage Soul Tool and tossed it to Tang San.

Bang!

Tang San caught the mirror and immediately saw his new self in it.

"This... is me?!"

He widened his elegant blue eyes in disbelief.

He had become more handsome!

Taller!

Just like his uncle—blue hair, blue eyes, handsome, noble, and elegant!

This...

No one disliked a beautiful appearance.

Tang San might have been an assassin, but that did not mean he preferred being ugly. He had become handsome!

He had been completely reborn!

His uncle had given him a new life!

A new martial soul and a new appearance!

"Uncle!"

Tang San dropped to his knees with a thud.

Thud! Thud! Thud!

He kowtowed three times, each one heavy and resounding.

"What kind of address is 'uncle-father'?"

Yin Chuan's gaze shifted as he knowingly asked.

"Uncle, you are my uncle, but I respect you as I would my father!"

"My father is a bastard!"

"He gave birth to me, yet never properly raised me. You are the one who gave me a new life!"

"From now on, Tang San has only Uncle!"

Tang San raised his head, tears filling his eyes, every word utterly sincere.

To hell with Tang Hao!

It would have been one thing if he had failed to raise him properly, but he had even made him so ugly.

One's body, hair, and skin were received from one's parents!

Now his uncle had given him a better body, hair, and skin. He only had his uncle-father!

Tang Hao could stay far away!

"You little rascal..."

"Get up. From now on, practice spearwork with your uncle."

Yin Chuan pulled Tang San up from the ground. The warmth of that large hand gave him a sense of security he had never once felt from Tang Hao.

"Yes!"

"Uncle, I'll practice spearwork properly!"

Tang San nodded heavily.

His uncle had not only given him a new life and become his family, but was also his master!

He would follow his uncle and learn from him.

Uncle, father, master—the combination of those three roles left Tang San's feudal-minded head with no room for a second person besides his uncle!

"Uncle, where are we going now?"

Tang San sniffed and obediently followed behind Yin Chuan.

"To get your first soul ring."

"Then we'll go home."

"And settle your mother."

Yin Chuan's words made Tang San's nose sting again.

Home?

That was right!

How could that shabby little blacksmith shop in Holy Soul Village count as a home?

"Little San, listen carefully. The Blue Silver Tyrant Spear follows the Way of the Overlord—charging ever forward and crushing everything in its path!"

"You have probably already seen soul rings on the Spirit Hall deacon."

"Every soul ring comes with a soul skill, an important ability that soul masters rely on to survive."

Yellow, yellow, purple, purple!

Four soul rings rose beneath Yin Chuan's feet.

"I am a reincarnated Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast. I condensed all four soul rings myself."

"But every one of my soul skills is quite good."

"My first soul skill is called Blue Silver Peak Strength. It increases all attributes by 100% and strength by 300%."

"My second soul skill is called All Vegetation as Soldiers. It can summon twelve Blue Silver Spearmen five levels weaker than me to fight alongside me."

"My third soul skill is called Donning Armor and Wielding Weapons. It increases the attack and defense of both myself and the Blue Silver Spearmen by 100%."

"My fourth soul skill is called Blue Silver Tyrant Fury. When the Tyrant is enraged, he unleashes a roar that launches a mental attack against enemies, reduces their attack by 30%, and removes all negative conditions from himself."

"This is an extremely powerful soul skill combination, and it suits us perfectly."

"Your uncle's idea is to keep the soul skills fixed, so your Blue Silver Tyrant Spear will also be equipped with these four soul skills."

Yin Chuan was very satisfied with his soul skills.

With this skill set,

he could easily fight Soul Kings above his level.

Since his own path had proven so successful, he only needed to copy it directly when raising his nephew.

"I'll listen to Uncle in everything!"

Tang San's eyes lit up again and again.

His uncle's skills all sounded incredibly powerful!

That Blue Silver Peak Strength gave him the feeling of a Tyrant lifting a cauldron, while All Vegetation as Soldiers summoned followers.

The third soul skill could strengthen both himself and the summoned soldiers,

while the fourth launched a mental attack, weakened enemies, and strengthened himself...

Would his uncle ever harm him?!

He wanted this exact skill set!

"Good. Come, Little San."

Next, Yin Chuan found a 450-year-old Blue Silver Grass and began attaching its soul ring to Tang San, condensing the Blue Silver Peak Strength skill.

But something seemed to have gone wrong...

"Where is this?"

While absorbing the soul ring, Tang San suddenly arrived in an unknown, pitch-black space.

Before him was a Golden Giant Dragon tightly bound by eighteen layers of seals.

"Uncle?"

"Uncle!!"

Tang San felt somewhat uneasy and began calling out loudly for his uncle.