Tang San Displays the Clear Sky Hammer

The moment Xiao Wu heard that, she could no longer be bothered to cling to Ye Yun.

She nimbly hopped down from Ye Yun, quickly pulled a game console out of the little bag she carried with her, her big eyes shining, her face full of excitement.

Then she did not forget to turn her head and complain about Ning Rongrong, her little face filled with helplessness.

"Brother, you have no idea. Rongrong is seriously too bad. We played several rounds last night, and she kept dragging us down. I couldn't carry her at all!"

Ning Rongrong immediately got upset. She pouted at once, raised her game console, and retorted.

"You're clearly the one who plays too recklessly! You charge in and die at the drop of a hat, so how is it my fault for dragging you down?"

Then the two fake sisters started arguing.

Ye Yun tried to mediate with a bit of a headache. Kids were kids; they could even start a fight over a game.

At the same time, elsewhere.

Tang San was sitting quietly on the edge of the bed, completely absorbed in the game console in his hands, his fingertips tapping the buttons rapidly as he played with great enjoyment.

Compared with the dull, tedious work of forging iron to temper his body and the day-after-day cultivation of soul power, this fresh and interesting form of entertainment was simply addictive. The more he played, the more hooked he became.

During this period, the cultivation schedule he had always followed without fail had been thrown straight to the back of his mind.

In order to play games, Tang San had even developed a special habit: keeping his Purple Demon Eye active around the clock.

Even though after playing for a long time, looking at the screen made his vision blur and tire, and his eyes ache, he still could not bear to turn it off.

This way, not only could he easily see every detail on the screen and micro-control the character in the game, but he could also position precisely, predict the flow of battle, and push his gaming feel straight to the limit.

"Knock, knock, knock—"

A crisp knocking suddenly sounded, and a maid's respectful voice came from outside the door. "Young Master Tang San, are you there?"

Tang San, who had been immersed in the game, immediately came back to his senses at the sound.

"I am! Give me a moment!"

He did not dare delay. He pressed the game's pause button at once, reluctantly swept one last glance over the screen, then quickly got up and reached out to open the door.

Standing outside was a dignified and courteous sect maid, her attitude extremely respectful.

Tang San asked gently, "Hello. May I ask what you need me for?"

The maid bowed slightly and reported truthfully, "Young Master, there is a letter for you. We did not dare treat it carelessly, so we came specially to hand it to you."

A letter?

Tang San took the letter and looked at the signature, and his brows immediately furrowed.

"Thank you."

Seeing that the letter had been delivered, the maid bowed and turned to leave.

Tang San closed the door, sat on the bed, and opened the envelope to read it. As expected, the first few paragraphs were all furious scoldings about him leaving Nuoding Academy without permission and going against his teacher's orders.

But he still patiently read the entire letter to the end.

When he saw that Yu Xiaogang was already on his way to the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, Tang San let out a helpless sigh.

"He really is persistent enough..."

According to the logic of a normal person, if a disciple was this rebellious and disobedient, shouldn't he just be expelled from the school directly?

Why had this man still come all this way to find him? Was it because of his twin martial souls and innate full soul power?

Tang San suddenly thought of something. Yu Xiaogang had told him before that he was from the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan. If he caused trouble at the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, it would definitely affect the sect.

Brother Yun taught me that I have to understand gratitude. The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect is willing to accept me, so I can't just watch that happen.

"No. I need to go tell Sect Master Ning."

After Tang San saved his game progress, he tucked the console into his pocket close to his body, then ran toward the sect master's residence.

Inside the main hall of the sect master's residence, Tang San sat upright on a wooden chair and waited, but with something weighing on his mind, he could not calm down at all.

A full two hours passed before footsteps came from outside the door, and Ning Fengzhi slowly walked into the room.

Tang San hurriedly stood up and bowed. "Greetings, Sect Master Ning."

"No need for so much courtesy. Sit down and speak."

Ning Fengzhi took the main seat, a relaxed smile hanging over his brows and eyes. Having personally witnessed Uncle Gu's injuries rapidly recover after injecting the medicine earlier, he was in an excellent mood, and he raised a hand to signal Tang San to ease his mind.

"The servants reported just now that you had something to discuss with me? Don't worry. Take your time."

Tang San sat back down, a trace of guilt appearing on his face. After weighing his words for a moment, he finally spoke.

"Sect Master, my teacher will be arriving at the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect to look for me in the next few days. I'm worried that his rash visit will cause unnecessary trouble for the sect, so I came ahead of time to report it to you."

Ning Fengzhi nodded, a hint of gratification in his eyes.

It could be seen that Tang San had already slowly developed a sense of belonging toward the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect. When something happened, he would first consider the sect's gains and losses, and he understood how to stand up for the sect and protect its interests. That was truly rare.

"Just ease your mind. Although that person was born into the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan, he was removed from the clan long ago and can no longer be considered one of the Blue Lightning people. You don't need to worry about that."

Ning Fengzhi's tone was calm as he continued to reassure him. "If someone from the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan really is secretly helping him out of old affection, you don't need to feel afraid. Since you've joined the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, the sect will naturally shoulder the trouble for you."

Hearing this solid guarantee, warmth surged through Tang San's heart, and he was filled with gratitude.

At the same time, he felt a few more traces of disgust toward Yu Xiaogang. So when Yu Xiaogang had said he was from the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan, it had been a half-truth used to deceive him. How hateful!

"Sect Master, there's something I want to be honest with you about."

After struggling with it for a while, Tang San continued.

"I'm actually a twin martial soul user."

Ning Fengzhi's eyes lit up, but before joy could rise in his heart, it sank again.

By now, Tang San had already summoned his two martial souls: a strand of Blue Silver Grass and a Clear Sky Hammer.

Ning Fengzhi's expression did not change, but vigilance had already risen in his heart.

No wonder the mighty Clear Sky Douluo had appeared in a remote little town. So that was it.

Looking at it now, taking Tang San into the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect did not seem like a good choice.

"Tang San, does your Brother Yun know you have two martial souls?"

Tang San nodded.

"Brother Yun is the person closest to me. I never thought of hiding it from him."

Ning Fengzhi could not quite get a read on the situation. With Universe Continent's strength, they should not be unaware of what the Clear Sky Hammer represented, or what Tang Hao represented.

In that case, young friend Ye Yun should have his own plans. It seemed he would have to go probe for information.

He gathered his thoughts and looked at Tang San with a gentle expression. "Tang San, I'm very gratified that you're willing to trust the sect. The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect will absolutely not betray this trust of yours."

Ning Fengzhi pretended to come to a sudden realization and raised a hand to lightly pat his forehead. "Look at my memory. There are still quite a few urgent sect matters waiting for me to handle, so I'll excuse myself first."

As his words fell, Ning Fengzhi did not linger any longer and turned to leave with composure.

Tang San looked at the Clear Sky Hammer in confusion. He kept feeling as if something was not quite right...

Maybe it was just his imagination. Tang San shook his head and prepared to go back and continue playing the game.

On the other side, Ning Fengzhi, his heart full of doubts, once again arrived at Ye Yun's courtyard.

But when he pushed open the door and walked into the room, the heavy thoughts in his mind were instantly diluted somewhat by the scene before him.

He saw his own daughter, Ning Rongrong, and Xiao Wu gathered on either side of Ye Yun, the three of them sitting together and concentrating on playing the game.

The two little girls' faces were flushed, their eyes filled with excitement. From time to time, soft bursts of laughter rang out, and the entire room carried a relaxed, cheerful atmosphere.

Ning Fengzhi gave two light coughs and spoke.

"Ahem, young friend Ye Yun."