Tang San's Childhood Was Finally Complete

"Y-You... don't come any closer. This is the academy! If you come any closer, I'll call someone!"

Tang San backed away step by step, staring nervously at Tang Chen, who kept advancing toward him.

With a crack, an explosive sound rang out from nowhere. Tang Chen swung the small black whip in his hand and grabbed Tang San, who was still retreating.

Then he sat down on the spot, turned Tang San's backside upward, and pinned him across his lap.

Over the next ten minutes, Tang San's childhood across both lifetimes finally...

Was complete!

"Child, don't blame your great-grandfather. I did this for your own good. Your father, your uncle, and your grandfather all went through the same thing back then."

Tang Chen sat to one side, casually tossing the small black whip aside while holding a Douluo Card cigarette between his fingers.

Having one of these after tiring yourself out from disciplining a child really was pleasant.

Tang San lay facedown on the ground, burying his head in his arms as he sobbed silently.

Across both his lives, he had never been beaten like this before!

"Alright, stop crying. It was only ten minutes. Your father used to get at least half an hour." After taking his final puff, Tang Chen silently rose to his feet and lifted Tang San up in one hand.

"Old—"

"Um, Senior, where are you taking me? Could you put me down first?"

Being held in Tang Chen's hand like a little chick was far too humiliating for Tang San.

What if Dai Mubai and the others saw him like this?

"Don't worry, I won't harm you. I came for you under the Asura God's orders as well."

At the mention of the Asura God, Tang San's eyes immediately lit up. He even forgot about the pain in his backside.

"Senior, are you one of Senior Asura God's people?"

Tang Chen nodded. "You could say that. I was the inheritor of the previous Asura God's divine position, though an accident happened midway through. My name is Tang Chen. Your father, Tang Hao, is my second grandson. You also have an uncle named Tang Xiao. He is my eldest grandson."

Tang San valued family ties above all else, so he directly ignored the first half of Tang Chen's words.

"An uncle?"

"Why has Father never mentioned him to me?"

Tang San muttered, his heart filled with confusion.

During his six years in Holy Soul Village, his father had never told him anything about relatives. Forget relatives—even his mother had never been mentioned by his father.

"He never told you?"

Tang Chen sounded astonished. By all rights,

he had raised his second grandson Tang Hao well. Tang Hao should not have concealed his identity.

At the very least, he should not have hidden it from his own biological son.

"Forget it, Xiao San. I'll take you somewhere first. Once we get there, I'll properly tell you about our family."

Before long, the two returned to Slaughter City.

The moment Tang San entered Slaughter City, he completely fell in love with the place.

This place was full of killing and devoid of restraint. It was simply the perfect place to temper one's state of mind and rapidly accumulate actual combat experience!

Inside a grand hall, Tang San and Tang Chen sat facing each other. The instant he sat down, Tang San heard Tang Chen speak.

"Xiao San, aside from Blue Silver Grass, do you also have a hammer martial soul?"

Tang Chen stared fixedly at Tang San.

Based on his deductions along the way, if Tang San truly possessed only the useless martial soul Blue Silver Grass, how could the Asura God possibly have taken a liking to him?

Therefore, Tang Chen believed Tang San was highly likely to possess a second martial soul.

Although he had no idea why a useless martial soul like Blue Silver Grass could be mentioned in the same breath as the Clear Sky Hammer martial soul.

For now, however, this was the only explanation Tang Chen found credible.

At those words, Tang San's pupils contracted slightly.

Only three people knew he had Twin Martial Souls. Even Xiao Wu, who was closest to him, did not know.

After giving it serious thought, Tang San slowly extended his left hand.

"I do indeed possess a second martial soul. And this martial soul is indeed a hammer."

As Tang San finished speaking, a pitch-black little iron hammer appeared in the center of his left palm.

It was the Clear Sky Hammer.

"Xiao San, do you know what this hammer represents?"

Tang Chen did not seem especially surprised, since he had already suspected that Tang San possessed Twin Martial Souls.

Tang San looked puzzled.

What could a hammer represent?

Wasn't it merely a little stronger than Blue Silver Grass?

Seeing the confusion in Tang San's eyes, Tang Chen slowly stood up. At the same time, an overwhelming surge of Soul Power erupted from his body. Eight black and one red soul rings slowly appeared, while the Clear Sky Hammer martial soul emerged in his hand as well.

"This hammer is called the Clear Sky Hammer. It represents the Clear Sky Sect, the number one sect in the world. As for this old man, I was the Clear Sky Sect's first sect master. Your grandfather was the second."

Back then, the Clear Sky Sect had not yet been a sect, merely a moderately sized clan. That was until Tang Chen emerged out of nowhere, crushed countless weapon martial soul masters with his formidable strength, and expanded the clan until it became a sect.

"Your father was exceptionally talented, even more talented than your grandfather and your uncle. If his cultivation had gone smoothly, he should now have been around a level ninety-five Titled Douluo."

Tang San listened in a daze, like an ignorant child.

His alcoholic father was a Titled Douluo?

Then why had he never told his own biological son?

And if it was true, why had Tang San often gone without food in those years? As a child, he had been far smaller than children his own age!

At this moment, Tang San's heart was filled with countless questions. He desperately wanted answers to all of them.

But Tang Chen put away his martial soul and sat back down before Tang San.

"Xiao San, I'll tell you about our sect later. Next, let me explain why Lord Asura God sent me to find you."

Tang San could only suppress the mountain of questions in his heart for the moment.

After all, Lord Asura God was more important.

Half an hour later, Tang San sat blankly in place, frantically digesting Tang Chen's words.

"Great-Grandfather, is that Golden Dragon King really so powerful? Even Senior Asura God was no match for him?"

What were soul beasts in Tang San's eyes?

Weren't they simply tools for human soul masters to slaughter and grow stronger from?

Whenever one was needed, they could just kill one.

How could they possibly contend with the legendary gods?

Tang Chen shook his head. Although he had far broader knowledge than Tang San,

he was equally confused about the Golden Dragon King mentioned by the Asura God. He had no idea what kind of soul beast it was.

"I don't know either. But in short, from today onward, everyone in Slaughter City will be a tool for you to grow stronger. After killing people here, you can devour their Soul Power."

"Within ten years, you must inherit Lord Asura God's divine position. Of course, I will remain by your side during that time and guide you in becoming stronger."

Tang San immediately felt immense pressure.

To go from a Soul Elder to a god in ten years—the difficulty could not even be called difficult. It was practically impossible!