Turn Tang Hao into a Contract Beast Too, and Wouldn't That Solve Everything?

However, as he watched Tang Hao roaring in agony through the forest, venting his fury like a madman, Lin Wu suddenly had a bold and utterly outrageous thought.

Wait. The rules of the Love God Inheritance had never stated that the contracted target had to be a girl.

The core conditions for forming a contract were simply that the other party willingly accepted the bond, or that they were completely conquered and suppressed by him mentally and through absolute strength.

What if he could use Tang San, Tang Hao's irreplaceable weakness, to keep a death grip on that doting father?

And if all else failed, he could find an opportunity to give Tang San a direct order.

Have Tang San sweet-talk Tang Hao and use her identity as his daughter to psychologically influence him?

With the guilt and doting, obsessive love Tang Hao now held for Tang San in this altered world,

how could he possibly suspect the soup or tender concern personally offered by his own daughter? How could he possibly be on guard?

Then Tang Hao could "willingly" sign the contract for his daughter's sake and become Lin Wu's other Contract Beast.

That would be fun. It would be like unlocking creative mode for Lin Wu.

Couldn't beat a Title Douluo?

Then wouldn't it be enough to turn that Title Douluo directly into his personal enforcer and Contract Beast?

Wouldn't that be like stepping on his own left foot with his right and ascending into the sky on the spot?

The more Lin Wu thought about it, the happier he became, and the corners of his mouth nearly stretched to his ears.

The way he looked at Tang Hao in the distance instantly changed from looking at a dangerous Title Douluo

to looking at a super-powered divine-level enforcer and free tool who was about to fall into his hands.

The sight gave Tang Hao chills. He kept looking around, always feeling as though someone had their eyes on him.

With this delightful but unspeakable scheme in mind, Lin Wu not only had no resistance to the "special training" Tang Hao arranged next,

but actually enjoyed it.

From that day on, Tang Hao found all sorts of excuses to put Lin Wu through intense sparring sessions every day.

Under the banner of "tempering combat experience and honing one's character," the Clear Sky Douluo opened with a storm of heavy hammer attacks.

Every swing carried a biting wind pressure that seemed capable of tearing through the air, while the shockwaves made ancient trees within dozens of meters rustle violently.

He had clearly gotten serious and was determined to teach this brat who had stolen his precious cabbage a lesson he would never forget.

But after grasping this insight, Lin Wu felt that the Love God Inheritance no longer operated as obscurely as before. He was already no longer the same as he had been.

Faced with Tang Hao's overwhelming, tyrannical hammer intent, he no longer relied on the agility of a hundred-thousand-year Soft Bone Rabbit to dodge with ease.

Instead, he actively charged forward, using the aftershocks of the hammer winds to frantically stimulate and temper his body.

Every day of brutal sparring became an excellent opportunity for Lin Wu to hone his physique.

Under the crushing pressure of this super-powered, free enforcer who was a Title Douluo,

Lin Wu's physical strength and Soul Power growth rate reached a horrifying level.

Right before Tang Hao's increasingly shocked, increasingly life-questioning gaze, he wildly learned from him during their sparring and improved his strength.

As for what happened after the special training, it made Tang Hao go to the back mountain every night to smash trees in a frenzy and vent his anger.

Each time, Tang San would hurry over in distress, bringing sweet water.

With her soft little hands, she wiped Lin Wu's sweat and kneaded his shoulders, sweetly calling, "Master, you've worked hard," over and over.

Lin Wu calmly enjoyed it all. As he absorbed the life force continuously fed back through the contract,

he secretly pushed the subtle influence of the Love God's laws to the utmost, directing them toward Tang Hao, influencing him, and trying to contract him.

Time flew by, and several years passed in the blink of an eye.

The days at Notting City Junior Soul Master Academy went by in a flash.

Over those years, a strange yet delicate balance formed between the Soul Hunting Forest and Nuoding Academy.

In the end, Lin Wu still failed to contract Tang Hao, though he did influence him, greatly changing Tang Hao's impression of him.

During this time, Lin Wu and Tang San grew from innocent, immature children into a graceful young woman and a valiant young man.

Having completely abandoned Yu Xiaogang's original "control-type" theory,

Tang San, under Lin Wu's guidance, resolutely embarked on the pure path of "stacked armor and life."

During this period, Tang Hao had countless thoughts of correcting his daughter's cultivation path.

Tang Hao believed Blue Silver Grass was inherently fragile. If she did not follow the control path and add poison and hardness, she would have no offensive capability at all in the later stages.

The truth was that Douluo's third installment spent an entire novel proving that ordinary Blue Silver Grass was trash.

Only the Blue Silver Emperor was worth cultivating, and having the Blue Silver Emperor follow the control path was far too wasteful!

Whenever Tang Hao used "special training" as an opportunity to painstakingly persuade Tang San to switch to the control path,

Tang San displayed unprecedented stubbornness—or rather, stubborn faith in Lin Wu's views.

In her heart, Yu Xiaogang was nothing more than a mediocre fool who spouted nonsense, a useless Soul Master who did nothing but talk shit.

Her own father was just a rough blacksmith who knew only how to swing a hammer. What could he possibly know about Brother Xiao Wu's profound theories that could turn decay into magic?

"Brother Xiao Wu is the one who's right!"

Every time, Tang San would proudly raise her little head and speak to her father in an utterly resolute tone:

"Life is the origin of Blue Silver Grass! As long as my life force is strong enough, my Blue Silver Grass will be immortal and indestructible!"

The facts proved that Lin Wu's ideas were genius to the extreme.

With the divine power fed back by the Love God Contract, the frenzied body tempering from top-grade Whale Rubber,

and the nourishment of pure life-attribute soul rings, Tang San's Blue Silver Grass displayed an incredibly terrifying rate of growth.

At this point in the original story, Tang San had only been a level-twenty-nine Soul Grandmaster.

But Tang San, now following the life path, saw her Soul Power Level soar all the way upward.

She crossed the threshold of Soul Grandmaster and surged all the way to level thirty-five, a Soul Elder!

Her Blue Silver Grass was now as thick as pythons, its entire body gleaming with a dark purple luster like flowing gold.

Not only was it astonishingly tough, but Tang San's own recovery speed had also reached an outrageous level.

As long as her feet stood on the ground, her Soul Power and stamina were practically boosted by a cheat. Their rate of depletion could not even keep up with their rate of recovery.

Watching the dazzling soul rings glowing beneath his daughter's feet, as well as her level-thirty-five Soul Power that far surpassed those of her peers,

Tang Hao, hiding in the shadows, felt sour inside, yet he had no choice but to admit—

that brat named Lin Wu truly was monstrously clever when it came to theory and cultivation.

Sunlight spilled across the academy training grounds as Tang San held a freshly peeled piece of fruit and happily jogged toward the young man resting beneath the shade of a tree.

"Master, have some fruit."

The girl's eyes crinkled with a smile, while her watery gaze overflowed with attachment and admiration.

Lin Wu opened his mouth and accepted the fruit. He narrowed his eyes contentedly and casually stroked Tang San's soft, smooth hair.

Feeling the vast life essence constantly flowing back into him through the contract, Lin Wu's lips curved slightly upward.

His mobile power bank had already been cultivated to a decent extent, and his own level had naturally reached the threshold of Soul King.

The Douluo Continent ahead was going to be fun.

It was about time to visit Shrek Academy.

He wondered whether Yu Xiaogang, whom he had beaten into fleeing before, had already run to Shrek in advance to seek refuge with that owl, Flender, and the others.