Before and After Awakening His Martial Soul: Tang Hao's Attitude Toward Tang San

"Teacher."

Tang San's weak call of "Teacher" woke Yu Xiaogang from his fantasies.

"Xiao San, how do you feel?"

Yu Xiaogang quickly walked over to his prized disciple, his face full of concern.

Tang San smiled at his teacher.

"Teacher, I feel great. My physical strength has improved tremendously. Perhaps my Second Spirit Ring can absorb one that's around eight hundred years old!"

The greatest master and disciple pair—where the disciple personally shattered his teacher's painstakingly researched Spirit Ring absorption limit theory after more than a decade.

Hearing his disciple's words, tears welled up in Yu Xiaogang's aged eyes.

"Good! Wonderful! As expected of my disciple, Yu Xiaogang's disciple!"

Hidden in the shadows, Tang Hao felt increasingly uncomfortable as he listened to Yu Xiaogang.

But since his son had already taken Yu Xiaogang as his teacher, and they still needed a little help from him, Tang Hao could only endure it for now.

"Next, I need to find Xiao San a Heavenly Treasure that can increase his spiritual power."

Tang Hao thought to himself. The next moment, he vanished from where he stood and headed toward another unfortunate Spirit Hall Sub-Hall.

Inside, Tang San looked at the tears in his teacher's eyes and felt a painful knot in his chest.

Teacher has suffered too much! He worked so hard to find this Scarlet-Scaled Lava Fruit that could strengthen my body, yet I truly cannot preserve Teacher's dignity as a man!

Teacher! Xiao San has let your brother down!

Tang San did not say those words aloud. Saying them would only hurt his teacher a second time.

Tang Hao had told Yu Xiaogang to say that the Scarlet-Scaled Lava Fruit was something Yu Xiaogang had painstakingly found for Tang San.

After all that, Tang Hao had become a complete sucker, working harder than a laborer.

"Xiao San, it's getting late. Hurry and get some rest. Tomorrow, I'll take you training."

Yu Xiaogang patted his disciple.

This disciple of his was not only his chance to prove his theories in the future, but also his chance to bring his brother back!

"Yes, Teacher."

High in the sky, Little Yellow carried Lu Li as they concealed themselves among the clouds.

"Dragon One, are there any Title Douluo around here with Spirit Power at level ninety-five?"

Lu Li looked down at the brightly lit Notting Academy.

If Tang Hao truly fought Dragon One, he would have almost no chance of winning. But if he were pushed too far and used Nine Rings Detonation, Dragon One, who was only level ninety-seven, and Little Yellow, who was two hundred thousand years old, might not be able to withstand it.

A normal attack from someone close to a god. That phrase alone was enough to roughly gauge the power Tang Hao could unleash with the Great Sumeru Hammer under Nine Rings Detonation.

A faint ripple appeared in the space before him. The next moment, space split apart, and Dragon One stepped out, dropping to one knee before Lu Li.

"Reporting to Master, there are none."

"Where did that rat go? Shouldn't he be secretly protecting his precious son right now?"

Thinking of the change in Tang Hao's attitude toward Tang San back in Holy Soul Village, Lu Li found it amusing.

Before awakening his Martial Soul, Tang Hao: Whether he lives or dies, as long as he stays alive, that's enough!

After awakening his Martial Soul, Tang Hao: My good son!

Lu Li had once believed Tang Hao had only seen hope for revenge in Tang San, which was why he had affectionately called him his good son.

"Forget it. If he isn't here, he isn't here. That makes it easier for me to get within a hundred meters of Tang San."

Lu Li muttered. The next moment, Little Yellow beneath his feet suddenly shrank.

Lu Li summoned the Tai'e Sword, stepped onto it, and shot toward Notting Academy below like a blue-gold meteor.

"Look! What's that?"

"Is... is that a meteor?!"

Below, students leaving Notting Academy pointed at Lu Li, who was flying toward them atop the Tai'e Sword.

Tang San had just walked out of Yu Xiaogang's office when he heard their discussion and could not help looking up as well.

Tang San narrowed his eyes slightly, quietly activating his Purple Demon Eyes.

"Spirit Rings! And they're Millennium Spirit Rings!"

Although he could not clearly see Lu Li's appearance, Tang San saw the two Spirit Rings radiating deep purple light perfectly clearly.

"No, no, no! The distance must be too great—I must have seen wrong. Teacher said the absorption limits for a Soul Master's first and second Spirit Rings are four hundred and twenty-three years and seven hundred and sixty-four years. Teacher's wisdom is astonishing; he couldn't possibly be wrong."

Tang San quietly patted his startled little chest.

Heh, he had scared himself.

How could a Soul Master's first and second Spirit Rings possibly exceed the absorption limits proposed by his teacher?

Tang San himself had not realized that Yu Xiaogang's so-called Spirit Ring absorption limits had already been broken by Tang San himself with his Second Spirit Ring.

"N-No, it's not a meteor! It's a person! A person!"

The startled cries of the surrounding students woke Tang San, who was still comforting himself.

When Tang San looked up again, Lu Li had already arrived a hundred meters above his head.

[Replication successful. Congratulations, Host, for obtaining a Ten-Thousand-Year Scarlet-Scaled Lava Fruit.]

Hearing the system's voice, Lu Li's lips curled slightly.

This Scarlet-Scaled Lava Fruit might not compare to Immortal Herbs, but why would anyone refuse something given to them for free?

More importantly, once Lu Li absorbed this Ten-Thousand-Year Scarlet-Scaled Lava Fruit, absorbing a Spirit Beast close to eight thousand years old for his Third Spirit Ring would not be a problem.

As long as he waited for Tang San to absorb his Third Spirit Ring, then used Double Replication to copy its age onto his own Third Spirit Ring, Lu Li's Third Spirit Ring would be ten thousand years old!

Where there was joy, there was sorrow.

When Tang San clearly saw the two Millennium Spirit Rings beneath Lu Li's feet, he became like a hunting dog that had been starving for a long time, frantically searching for two more Spirit Rings.

He would rather believe that the person above his head, standing atop a sword, was a Soul Sect.

He refused to believe that this person's first and second Spirit Rings had far exceeded the Spirit Ring absorption limit theory proposed by his teacher.

"N-No, how could this be? Teacher possesses astonishing wisdom. How could the theory he researched possibly be wrong? No Soul Master's first and second Spirit Rings can be Millennium Spirit Rings!"

Tang San's eyes were bloodshot as he panted heavily.

After Yu Xiaogang's constant indoctrination during this period, coupled with Tang San's ingrained beliefs in heaven, earth, ruler, parents, and teacher, Tang San had long regarded Yu Xiaogang as his second father.

For Tang San, it was absolutely unacceptable that the theory his father had painstakingly researched for years had been shattered.

Although Lu Li did not look at Tang San, his spiritual power had captured the changes in Tang San's expression.

"Tsk, tsk. Looks like my first and second Spirit Rings shocked him. That look of disbelief in his eyes... seems he really trusts Gangzi's theories."

Here, Lu Li could not help but sigh.

Our Grandmaster Yu might be useless at everything else, but when it came to fooling people, he could be called number one on the continent.

First, he fooled Tang San silly. Then, he fooled Ning Fengzhi so thoroughly that he actually said, before Emperor Xue Ye, "He who gains Grandmaster gains the world!"

Lu Li: Ning Fengzhi, if you want to rebel, you can just say so.

At the scene, the Notting Academy students were all too shocked to speak when they saw the two Millennium Spirit Rings beneath Lu Li's feet.

Among them, forget Millennium Spirit Rings—even hundred-year Spirit Rings were rare treasures in their eyes.

The fact that they were shocked speechless instead of fainting on the spot was already quite impressive.

With a clatter, the sound of a cup falling to the ground shattered the silence.

"This is impossible!"

A shrill, duck-like voice instantly rang throughout Notting Academy!