I Want Him to Go Bad the Right Way

"Build a sect? Boss, forgive me for speaking frankly, but you're only six years old..." Wang Sheng chuckled, taking Lin Hao's words as a joke.

A six-year-old child was talking about building a sect.

Whew!

Wang Sheng could only say that his ambition was commendable.

Lin Hao said, "Wang Sheng, you saw how I defeated Tang San. To be honest, I took a master. Those Dou Techniques—oh, Soul Skills—I used to defeat Tang San were all taught to me by my master."

"Master? So you really did take someone else as your teacher?" Lin Hao's combat strength was extraordinary, and Wang Sheng had long suspected as much.

Wang Sheng believed Tang San was strong because he had taken Grandmaster as his teacher.

Since Lin Hao was even stronger than Tang San, Wang Sheng felt that Lin Hao must have a teacher even more formidable than Grandmaster behind him.

Lin Hao nodded. "If you and I belong to the same sect, then I can teach you my Soul Skills. Wang Sheng, are you willing to help me with something first? Collect Whale Rubber. Of course, the sect hasn't been established yet, so I can pay you a certain reward—enough that you won't have to remain a work-study student."

"Alright. How much Whale Rubber do you need?"

"The more, the better!"

Xiao Chenyu was different from Wang Sheng. The former was clever, calculating, and skilled at reading people.

Lin Hao did not have much time to collect Whale Rubber. He needed to cultivate.

Wang Sheng had a kind and honest nature, though his greatest flaw was his strong pride. Compared with Xiao Chenyu, Wang Sheng was better suited to running errands for Lin Hao.

After making a trip to the Battle Through the Heavens Plane, Lin Hao had asked Yun Yun about Whale Rubber.

He learned that Whale Rubber was worth a fortune in the Battle Through the Heavens Plane.

The Jia Ma Empire did not border the sea, and the Misty Cloud Sect had no Whale Rubber in its stores.

The Misty Cloud Sect did not care for low-grade Whale Rubber. As for high-grade Whale Rubber, the sect lacked the financial means to collect it.

With every falling leaf, an autumn passed.

The sun slanted westward. On the little path before Holy Soul Village's blacksmith shop, two small figures walked side by side. Dressed in identical clothes, they quietly crossed the small bridge.

"Huh, is that Tang San?" Xiao Wu pointed at a boy sitting on the steps before the blacksmith shop.

The reddish afterglow of the sun fell over the boy. Against the setting sun, Tang San sat alone with his head lowered, looking all the more desolate.

Xiao Wu walked up to Tang San and asked, "Tang San, why are you sitting here alone, spacing out?"

Tang San raised his head and glanced at Xiao Wu and Lin Hao. Then he lowered his head sorrowfully again, looking at the letter in his hand through misty eyes.

It was summer break.

Xiao Wu had nowhere to go, so she had voluntarily asked to return to Holy Soul Village with Lin Hao and Tang San.

When they reached the village entrance, Lin Hao and Xiao Wu went back to Old Jack's house, while Tang San returned home alone.

Xiao Wu became bored staying at Old Jack's house, so she suggested dropping by Tang San's home.

And so, they found Tang San sitting alone at his front door.

Xiao Wu noticed the letter in Tang San's hand and asked, "Who sent you that letter? Can I read it?"

Tang San neither refused nor agreed.

Xiao Wu shifted over to Tang San's side, bent down, and peeked at the contents of the letter.

"Little San: By the time you see this letter, I will already be gone. Do not come looking for me. You will not find me.

Since you chose the path of becoming a Spirit Master, then keep walking it. You are steady by nature, and you have taken Grandmaster as your teacher. I am very relieved.

Do not worry about me. Your father is a useless man. There are still things I must do.

You have grown up. A young eagle must eventually learn to fly on its own. Everything at home is yours.

You... take care.

—Father, Tang Hao."

The contents were brief and needed no further analysis.

Tang Hao had left, leaving Tang San to fend for himself.

Xiao Wu suddenly understood. "So your father left. Little San, don't be so upset. Your father wanted you to grow better, which is why he entrusted you to Grandmaster. It isn't that he doesn't want you."

Tang San said nothing.

Xiao Wu smacked her lips, not knowing how to comfort Tang San. She turned to Lin Hao. "Lin Hao, say something!"

Lin Hao said, "A father like that would be better off gone!"

Tang San suddenly raised his head, his eyes bright as he stared at Lin Hao. Lin Hao's words kept the tears in his eyes from falling.

Xiao Wu froze for a moment, then hurried to Lin Hao's side and reproached him, "Lin Hao, how can you talk like that?"

Lin Hao shrugged innocently. "You told me to say something!"

Xiao Wu pouted. "I didn't tell you to spout nonsense!"

"I'm not spouting nonsense." Lin Hao's tone turned solemn, like that of an old scholar, as he spoke clearly. "Though one's body and hair are received from one's parents, I personally believe this: to be born but not raised, even a severed finger can repay it; to be born and raised, even a severed head can repay it; but to be raised without being born to them, a hundred lifetimes would not be enough to repay it. Tang San, forgive me for speaking frankly. Your father gave birth to you but did not raise you. A father like that is worse than no father at all!"

"Shut up." Tang San rose from the steps.

"I didn't say anything wrong. Everyone in Holy Soul Village knows that ever since you were born, you've been the one making all three meals every day. Your father never cooked you a single meal or washed a single piece of your clothing. You're only six years old, still just a little kid, yet your father up and left without taking any responsibility as a father!"

"I told you to shut up!" Tang San was furious.

Every word Lin Hao spoke was true, and every word struck heavily at Tang San's heart.

Tang San flew into a rage and charged at Lin Hao.

Lin Hao knew he could not retreat at a time like this. If he retreated, he would only fuel Tang San's attack.

Not only did he not retreat, he instead took a large step forward and threw a punch against Tang San's palm.

Mysterious Jade Hand!

Fierce Tiger Fist!

With a bang, Tang San and Lin Hao were both forced back.

Tang San staggered back four steps, while Lin Hao only took one step back.

Xiao Wu cried anxiously, "Stop fighting! If you have something to say, talk it out properly!"

"Xiao Wu, this is between him and me. Please don't interfere." Tang San spun his right foot half a step back and assumed a stance. At the same time, a yellow Spirit Ring lit up beneath his feet. "Level thirteen Control System Spirit Master. Please instruct me!"

Blue light flickered in Tang San's right hand, and a Blue Silver Grass with thicker, broader stalks and leaves appeared.

Revealing his Soul Power Level was equivalent to demanding a fair duel between Spirit Masters.

Lin Hao closed and opened his eyes. As he turned his right palm upward, gray light flickered, and a sheet of gray paper appeared.

"Level thirteen Power Attack System Spirit Master."

"Level thirteen?" Tang San narrowed his eyes.

"You're allowed to raise your Soul Power Level to thirteen after obtaining a Spirit Ring, but I'm not allowed to raise mine to thirteen after obtaining one?" Lin Hao grinned smugly.

Tang San's first Spirit Ring came from a four-hundred-year Datura Snake, raising his Soul Power Level straight to thirteen.

Lin Hao's first Spirit Ring came from an Earth Vein Giant Rhino and was nearly four hundred years old.

Afterward, he cultivated the Chaos Profound Art. Not only had his Soul Power recovered, it had even improved slightly.

As it happened, Lin Hao's Soul Power Level was now the same as Tang San's: level thirteen.

Since obtaining his Spirit Ring, Lin Hao had only sparred with Xiao Wu.

Lin Hao said excitedly, "If you want to spar with me, then come at me!"