Tang Hao's Killing Intent

Su Yuntao was in a hurry to head to the next village, so he didn't chat much with Old Jack. After handing him the work-study student certificate, he left.

Normally, a village only had one work-study student slot.

But rules were dead, while people were alive. Su Yuntao directly gave Tang San the unused slot from the neighboring Wang Soul Village.

"Little Chen, head back first. I need to talk to Little San's father."

The mere thought of Tang San's unreliable drunkard father gave Old Jack a headache. Who knew what sins Tang San had committed in his past life to be reincarnated into that family?

"Okay, Grandpa Jack."

Lin Chen had no interest in worrying about Tang San right now. His mind was entirely occupied by something else.

The original story clearly stated that Su Yuntao had told Ma Xiunuo about Tang San's situation. He just didn't know whether it had been reported to Spirit City.

Though Tang San also had Innate Full Spirit Power, his Martial Soul was only Blue Silver Grass. There was a chance he hadn't been taken seriously and hadn't been reported.

But Lin Chen was different.

Even an idiot could tell that the Dragon Roar Sword was extraordinary. His information would definitely be reported to Spirit City.

Spirit Hall's higher-ups might be insane, but it was still the continent's greatest power. With the system, joining them wouldn't actually be a bad thing for Lin Chen.

It was just that he had finally gotten another chance at life, and he didn't want to be bound by anything.

Bibi Dong... a love-struck fool...

As he watched Old Jack and Tang San gradually walk away, Lin Chen's eyes suddenly lit up.

System, begin editing!

After Su Yuntao returned to Spirit Hall, he immediately reported Lin Chen and Tang San's information. The report made its way all the way to Bibi Dong.

When Bibi Dong saw the words Nuoding City, she immediately thought of the person who kept her awake at night.

After some consideration, Bibi Dong decided not to recruit the two of them, hoping Yu Xiaogang could use them to prove himself to the Spirit Master world.

As Spirit Hall's Pope, it couldn't be easier for Bibi Dong to find Yu Xiaogang.

She definitely knew that Yu Xiaogang was in Nuoding City.

Lin Chen and Tang San were both commoners, and the only school they could attend was Notting Academy. That meant they would definitely meet Yu Xiaogang.

And with Bibi Dong's love-struck mindset, coupled with the system's power...

It was a perfectly reasonable script, wasn't it?

[Editing complete!]

Lin Chen hadn't edited this time for a reward, but simply to make Spirit Hall overlook him.

Next was figuring out how to obtain a Spirit Ring.

After taking the Body Tempering Pill, his first Spirit Ring could withstand one around seven hundred years old. He definitely couldn't rely on someone else to obtain it.

Otherwise, it would surely cause unnecessary trouble, perhaps even danger.

Also, while Lin Chen knew how to attach a Spirit Ring, he didn't know which Spirit Beasts could meet his needs.

He didn't even know how to distinguish the approximate age of a Spirit Beast.

After all, the original story hadn't described many Spirit Beasts. Aside from those it had mentioned, he knew nothing about the rest.

What could dispel his worries?

Only editing.

Lin Chen could only place his hopes on the system. Otherwise, he would have to slowly learn at Notting Academy.

System, begin editing!

After driving Old Jack away in anger, Tang Hao turned toward the inner room, intending to catch up on sleep. Then Tang San's voice suddenly rang out behind him.

"But, Dad, I have another Martial Soul."

Tang Hao spun around, staring at Tang San with disbelief written all over his face.

"What did you say?"

Tang San didn't answer. Instead, he directly released his second Martial Soul.

The moment Tang Hao saw the hammer-shaped Martial Soul in Tang San's hand, tears welled up in his eyes. He rushed before Tang San in a few swift strides.

"My son..."

Tang Hao was about to embrace Tang San when, with a fleeting glance, he realized the hammer Martial Soul in Tang San's hand wasn't the Clear Sky Hammer. His cry abruptly cut off.

"How could this be?"

Staring at that utterly ordinary forging hammer, Tang Hao was completely stunned.

How could it be an ordinary forging hammer?

The reason the Haotian Sect had become the foremost of the Upper Three Sects was its bloodline—or rather, the exceptionally stable inheritance of the Clear Sky Hammer Martial Soul.

Throughout the Haotian Sect's history, only his younger sister had ever possessed an inferior mutated Martial Soul.

Moreover, Twin Martial Souls were always of similar quality. Since Tang San's second Martial Soul was an ordinary forging hammer, that meant his first Martial Soul was also merely ordinary Blue Silver Grass.

Two trash Martial Souls—how could they possibly support Innate Full Spirit Power?

This immediately reminded Tang Hao of all Tang San's strange behavior over the years: his absurdly mature mind and those unknown secret techniques.

Who was Tang Hao?

He was a Titled Douluo, with spiritual power strong enough to cover all of Holy Spirit Village. How could Tang San's little actions possibly escape his notice?

Over the years, Tang Hao had often wondered whether Tang San was truly his son.

But ever since Ah Yin had given birth to him, he had never left Tang Hao's sight. The possibility of him being switched was practically nonexistent.

And even if he had been switched, he couldn't possibly know so many things.

After all, he had started practicing those secret techniques as soon as he learned to walk, as if he had brought them out of the womb.

Unable to make sense of it, Tang Hao could only choose to ignore it.

When he had just learned that Tang San had awakened Blue Silver Grass as his Martial Soul, Tang Hao had been somewhat disappointed, but he could barely accept it.

At least he had inherited his mother's Martial Soul.

A Martial Soul was originally inherited from one parent's Martial Soul.

Only Twin Martial Souls could inherit both at once.

But now he had a second Martial Soul, yet it wasn't the Clear Sky Hammer. Tang Hao couldn't help doubting once again whether Tang San was really his son.

"Dad, is there a problem?"

Tang San lowered his head, looking at the forging hammer in his hand with confusion.

His father had clearly been excited a moment ago, but then he suddenly froze. Was it because this was also a trash Martial Soul?

Tang San glanced sideways at the forging hammer on the workbench.

That forging hammer was almost identical to his second Martial Soul. No matter how he looked at it, this second Martial Soul didn't seem powerful at all.

At the very least, it was far inferior to Lin Chen's Dragon Roar Sword.

Tang Hao came back to his senses, his expression abruptly darkening. When he raised his eyes to Tang San again, his gaze gradually turned cold.

He suddenly reached out with his right hand and clamped it around Tang San's throat.

"Who exactly are you?"

This sudden turn of events completely stunned Tang San.

He stared at his father in disbelief.

Killing intent.

He saw intense killing intent in his father's eyes.

Why?

Tang San didn't understand. He had merely awakened two trash Martial Souls.

Why did his father want to kill him over that?

Was the bond between father and son really so fragile?

Tang San's face flushed red from lack of oxygen. He tried to pry apart Tang Hao's fingers, but no matter how hard he struggled, he couldn't budge that iron grip, like a pair of pincers.

"D-Dad..."

Tang San used every ounce of strength he had just to force those words through clenched teeth.

His vision began to blur, and his mind turned blank from the severe lack of oxygen. His entire being was about to be swallowed by endless darkness.

"Speak! Who exactly are you?!"

Tang Hao enunciated every word, the killing intent in his eyes growing ever stronger.