Number One on the Slave Rankings, Tai Tan

Tang San followed Tai Tan into the territory of the Strength Clan.

Although Tai Tan's behavior was respectful, something still felt off. Was this how a dog would behave when meeting its owner?

Anyone who didn't know better would think you were my friend!

His brow furrowed.

He silently recited a sentence in his heart.

"Shouldn't that old bastard kneel down and shout 'Greetings, young master!' as soon as he sees me?"

"What's going on? They don't respect their master at all."

"I really need to teach you a lesson. A dog should behave like a dog, how dare you try to sit at the table and eat!"

Tai Tan's back suddenly straightened.

He turned around, looked at Tang San's expressionless face, and raised his voice a notch higher than before.

"Tang San! What did you say?"

Tang San was taken aback.

"Huh? I didn't say anything."

Tai Tan took a step forward, his brow furrowing even more deeply.

You didn't say anything?

Of course not.

Tang San silently recited a phrase in his heart.

"What's wrong with this old bastard? He's seriously sick."

Tai Tan's gaze shifted, landing on Tang San's face.

The familiar sound rang out again, exactly the same as the one from before.

But this time he saw it clearly: Tang San's mouth didn't move.

How could I have heard Tang San's voice? He clearly hadn't spoken.

Tang San was also thinking to himself.

"Why does this sound like I've heard this phrase somewhere before?"

"I remember when I was a child, people would ask me what I was saying,"

Surely no one can hear what I'm thinking?

"This is so strange."

Tai Tan led Tang San into the Inner Hall.

Inside, there was a square table and a few chairs; it was very simple.

Tai Tan sat down at the table and gestured towards the chair opposite him. "Sit."

Tang San sat down in the chair, placed his hands on his knees, and looked at Tai Tan.

Tai Tan was silent for a moment, then spoke.

"Did your father send you here? I haven't heard from him for over ten years."

Tang San pretended to sigh.

"Don't you have any news about Dad here either?"

"I haven't heard from my father for over six years."

Six years ago, my father brought me to the village; he was a Blacksmith.

Then Dad disappeared. I lost all contact with him.

"I only found out by chance that my father is actually the Clear Sky Douluo, my Second Martial Soul is called the Clear Sky Hammer, and the Strength Clan was once a member of the Clear Sky Sect."

"I came here hoping to find any news about my father."

"It doesn't seem so."

Tai Tan also sighed.

"So that's how it is. We've been out of touch for over a decade; he's never contacted me."

Tang San silently recited a phrase in his heart.

"Nonsense. It would be a miracle if I even contacted you. Don't you know your status and position?"

What's the point of just contacting a dog on a chain?

"His master will only contact him and remove the chain when he needs to bite someone."

For example, I'm here now.

Tai Tan listened to Tang San's heartfelt words, and this time he didn't ask Tang San any questions.

These were clearly insults directed at him, yet he wasn't angry at all.

If we acknowledge it as our master, shouldn't we do just that?

I would have no objection to dying for you.

This is the upbringing of the number one slave in the Douluo Continent.

Tai Tan claims to be second on the slave rankings; who dares claim to be first?

But now, Tai Tan are considering replacing their players.

Tang San changed the subject.

"I've heard that the Strength Clan's business is forging?"

Tai Tan was slightly arrogant.

He placed both hands on the table and slightly raised his chin.

"That's for sure. More than half of the forging in the entire Heaven Dou City relies on the Strength Clan."

"I followed your father back then because he didn't look down on Blacksmith and loved forging."

"I even taught him his forging techniques."

He paused for a moment, then pulled his chin back.

"It's just that his Martial Soul is the Clear Sky Hammer, while Martial Soul is the Mighty Ape. In the field of forging, he can reach a higher level than me."

Tang San nodded.

"I have some weapon blueprints here."

"I wonder if you could help me create it?"

"Although I can also forge, one person's strength is still limited."

Tai Tan raised an eyebrow.

"Arms?"

Tang San responded.

"It's a very powerful weapon, capable of giving ordinary people the ability to face Soul Master, and it can revitalize the Blacksmith industry. It will make everyone afraid to underestimate Blacksmith!"

Tai Tan swallowed hard as he listened to Tang San's words.

He silently recited a sentence in his heart.

"Actually, there's no need for me to change owners."

"Young master is young and promising, and he doesn't look down on Blacksmith; he even knows how to forge."

"They can also produce powerful weapons to revitalize the Blacksmith industry."

"As long as the weapon the young master takes out has even a little bit of offensive power, that will suffice."

"After all, the young master is still just a child. If he can design weapons at such a young age, then his future talent must be limitless."

Tai Tan slowly stood up.

He nodded in Tang San's direction, his tone much more respectful than before, "Young Master, please take out the blueprints. I want to see what kind of weapon it is."

Tang San felt much better after hearing the address "Young Master".

He silently recited a sentence in his heart.

"This old bastard, at least he's starting to act like a lackey."

Tai Tan felt a little embarrassed upon hearing this, thinking to himself,

"Young Master, it was this old servant who spoke too loudly just now."

"It's fortunate I didn't agree to the Grandmaster's request before, otherwise even if the young master has extraordinary talent, this old servant wouldn't be able to help you anymore."

"Though I, Tai Tan, am a slave, I still have pride. How can I so easily change masters and serve others? How can I be such a fickle and despicable person?"

"I need to explain this to the Grandmaster next time I see him."

Tang San reached into his Storage Soul Tool with his right hand, felt around, and pulled out a stack of neatly folded blueprints, placing them on the table.

He pushed it towards Tai Tan, saying, "That's all. Take a look and see if you can make it."

"This old servant will do his utmost!"

Tai Tan picked up the stack of blueprints from the table.

He opened the first page, glanced at it, then turned to the second page, then the third page, his brow furrowing.

How come the contents of these things are the same as those that the Grandmaster brought over?

The forged items were exactly the same, even the names were identical.

He looked at Tang San's face, his tone becoming slightly somber.

"Did you design all of these things yourself?"

Tang San leaned back in his chair, crossed his arms behind his head, and pondered for a moment.

These Hidden Weapon were, after all, based on information from the Mysterious Heaven Treasure Record on hidden weapons), so it's hard for him to say that he designed them all himself.

"Not entirely,"

"It also drew on the experience of those who came before."