Psychological Manipulation of Tang Hao, a Titled Douluo Chasing Reads

"How is this possible?!" Tang Hao opened his eyes wide in disbelief. How could a Spirit Master fuse eighteen spirit rings?

"Ah! Twin spirits!" In his urgency, his nearly dormant knowledge of Spirit Masters erupted, allowing Tang Hao to find a glimmer of hope just as his heart had turned to ash.

Tang Hao frowned, extremely astonished. "Could it be that Tang San possesses twin spirits?"

This was truly shocking, even for someone as formidable as the Haotian Douluo.

In the nearly hundred-year history of the Douluo Continent, only two cases of twin spirits had ever appeared.

After reading the introduction with great agitation, Tang Hao immediately flipped to the main text.

According to the content earlier in the book, he and his son would definitely be able to resurrect his wife, A Yin.

The entire resurrection process had become a mystery lingering in Tang Hao's heart; he was desperate to know the details!

[Chapter 1: Tang Hao and Son]

[In the dilapidated house, Tang San called out habitually, "Dad, dinner is ready."

A moment later, the curtain to the inner room was lifted, and a tall figure stepped out with a somewhat staggering gait.]

Seeing his familiar daily life turned into text gave Tang Hao a strange experience.

However, he was not reading for leisure; he was here to learn the details of how to resurrect his wife.

After finishing his meal quickly and instructing, "If there's work, take it, but do it in the afternoon; I'm going to sleep a bit more," Tang Hao continued reading, then suddenly paused.

"What is this little brat doing?" Tang Hao was very puzzled. He really didn't want to hear those annoying words; in his heart, he only wanted to be A Yin's husband!

[Tang San pointed to a piece of raw iron in the corner that emitted a faint dark light. "Dad, can I use this piece of iron?"]

["Huh, there's refined iron inside?" Tang Hao shifted his gaze to the raw iron, feeling somewhat surprised.]

Tang Hao suddenly recalled something. About ten days ago, Tang San had indeed asked him for it, which made him feel greatly delighted.

Since the past was described so clearly in this book, the future must surely be true and authentic.

["Do you want to be a blacksmith in the future?" Tang Hao turned his head to look at Tang San.

Tang San nodded. "Dad, you're getting old. In a few years, when I'm a bit bigger, you can teach me how to forge kitchenware and let me take over your work."]

Tang Hao watched in a daze, just as described in the book.

However, he was not a man who granted every request.

After establishing the core philosophy that "only by forging divine artifacts from common iron can one be a Divine Smith," Tang Hao picked out a large lump of iron and told Tang San to strike it ten thousand times.

Only by completing the hammering would he have the qualifications to learn forging.

Tang Hao looked at the description in the book, feeling even more shocked than he had been before.

In his view, even if Tang San were born with divine strength, it would be impossible for him to persist for more than three days.

The handle of the hammer was rough to prevent slipping, and the constant swinging and friction against his palms would inevitably cause severe damage.

Yet, without anyone noticing, the boy had actually persisted for eleven days!

[That day, as Tang Hao was forging farm tools in the afternoon as usual, an elderly voice came from outside the door.

"Tang Hao, busy?" Old Jack, the village chief of Holy Soul Village, walked in and greeted him casually.

Tang Hao grunted without acknowledging him; with his heart turned to ash, he felt nothing for anything.]

"Without A Yin, what is the point of living?" Tang Hao drank a mouthful of bitter wine.

While the alcohol numbed his nerves, the cycles of midnight sometimes allowed him to see her in his dreams, which served as a small comfort.

[Ignoring the spineless Tang Hao, who couldn't even squeeze out a word, Old Jack waved at Tang San. "Little San, come let Grandpa have a look."]

Tang Hao found this extremely unpleasant; this old thing really dared to think such things!

However, for the sake of A Yin, he suppressed his anger, having no time to curse, and continued reading.

["Grandpa Jack, hello." Tang San bowed respectfully. During the most difficult times for their family, this old man had often brought them food.

Tang Hao said coldly, "Is there something, Village Chief?" Old Jack was actually less than ten years older than him, yet he insisted on being a generation higher, which had always annoyed him.]

Tang Hao nodded in strong agreement. Calling you 'Uncle' would be giving you enough face; how dare you let Tang San call you 'Grandpa'?

Xiao Wuji smiled. Through the other party's reactions, it was clear that his grasp of Tang Hao's psychology was quite spot on.

[Old Jack was already accustomed to Tang Hao's attitude and spoke with the air of a great elder.

"Tang Hao, Little San is six now, right? He can participate in this year's Spirit Awakening Ceremony."]

[Tang Hao glanced at Tang San and said indifferently, "Then he'll participate. What day is it?"]

[Old Jack said, "It's in three days. I'll come to pick him up then."]

[He looked at Tang Hao's appearance and rolled his eyes; the meaning was clear: if he relied on Tang Hao to take him, he would probably miss it.]

[Tang Hao nodded and ignored the village chief again.]

[Tang San, however, asked curiously, "Grandpa Jack, what is the Spirit Awakening Ceremony?"]

[Old Jack said solemnly, "..."]

Tang Hao, who was eager to see the results of Tang San's spirit awakening, quickly skimmed over the information he already knew by heart, pausing midway.

After Old Jack left, Tang San suddenly called out, "Dad."

"Hmm?" Tang Hao cast a cold glance at him.

"Have I been too lenient?" Tang Hao frowned. Although Tang San's performance with the hammer was decent, those two words were not something he could just call out whenever he pleased.

The icy chill made Tang San swallow the words he wanted to say, and he lowered his head to continue forging those ten thousand strikes.

Until night fell, Tang Hao went out to drink as part of his routine after dinner.

"Dad. Wait a moment." Tang San didn't have time to clear the bowls and chopsticks before calling out to stop Tang Hao.

"What is it?" Tang Hao glared at him impatiently. This was the second time; today was already the second time! His patience had its limits!

"That ten thousand strikes, I've finished forging them," Tang San said.

"Finished?" Tang Hao was greatly astonished; his reaction at this moment was exactly the same as the description in the book.

Walking quickly out of the inner room, Tang Hao found the iron block Tang San had been forging.

After Tang San's continuous forging, the volume of the iron block had shrunk by a quarter. It was pitch black all over, and although its shape was somewhat irregular, every surface looked extremely smooth.

Tang Hao quickly calculated, a shrewd light flashing through his murky eyes.

"Looking at the state of this iron block, Tang San will be able to complete the ten thousand strikes today. That is to say, Old Jack will come this afternoon to talk about the Spirit Awakening Ceremony."

If these small matters could all be verified one by one, then the resurrection of A Yin mentioned later in this book would surely be true as well. Tang Hao thought excitedly.

Taking a quick glance at the next part, which required Tang San to forge the iron block down to the size of a fist, Tang Hao looked toward the next chapter.