Disorder Splitting Wind Hammer

Notting City, Notting Junior Soul Master Academy.

Night had fallen. Tang San sat cross-legged on his bed, his brows tightly furrowed, unable to enter a meditative state for a long time.

He had been feeling extremely restless lately, and much of that restlessness stemmed from his father, Tang Hao.

Ever since obtaining his first Soul Ring, learning from his sister Cinderella that their father was actually a powerful Soul Master, and hearing him claim that he would teach Tang San a formidable hammer technique, Tang San's feelings had become very complicated.

At first, he had indeed been shocked and faintly expectant.

A powerful father who was going to teach him an impressive hammer technique would undoubtedly greatly increase his strength.

But what followed was even greater dissatisfaction and resentment.

He was clearly a powerful Soul Master! Why had he pretended to be a drunken blacksmith for all these years?

Why had he made the two siblings live from meal to meal, always at the mercy of others? If he had revealed his strength earlier, would they have suffered like this?

This dissatisfaction reached its peak when Tang Hao began his so-called instruction.

Tang San had thought Tang Hao would teach him some earth-shattering ultimate technique, but what was the result?

He was merely told to go to the blacksmith shop and forge iron day after day!

Swinging the hammer, bringing it down, feeling how to exert force... these were basics he had long mastered in his previous life as an outer disciple of the Tang Sect. What was there to learn?

Several times, Tang San told Tang Hao that he had already mastered the techniques for exerting force and asked to learn the true, later stages of the Disorder Splitting Wind Hammer. But Tang Hao always looked at him with