As the youngest Titled Douluo of the Clear Sky Sect, Tang Hao knew a great deal.
When it came to researching Martial Souls, he was actually no worse than Yu Xiaogang.
He might even have surpassed him.
After all, the Clear Sky Sect was one of the Upper Three Sects, and its archives were just as comprehensive.
After giving Yu Xiaogang a warning, Tang Hao left.
But Yu Xiaogang was in a foul mood.
Everything Tang Hao had said had practically dragged his past into the open just to humiliate him.
"My Ten Core Theories of Martial Souls are absolutely correct. I simply lack research subjects."
Sitting on his bed, Yu Xiaogang muttered to himself.
His gaze grew increasingly determined. He would prove that his theories were absolutely correct.
And Tang San was his ideal test subject.
As long as he raised Tang San into a god, who on the Douluo Continent would dare mock him?
That settled it.
He, Yu Xiaogang, would raise a god!
"Tang Hao, just you wait. Once I raise Tang San into a god, you'll understand that there is nothing wrong with my theories."
"When that day comes, I'll make you kneel and thank me. Consider it the price for humiliating me today."
Yu Xiaogang seemed to have regained his confidence. He could almost see the future scene of Tang San becoming a god and Tang Hao kneeling to thank him.
After leaving Yu Xiaogang's residence, Tang Hao went to Tang San's dormitory.
He watched Tang San from the shadows.
Yet his thoughts were on Tang San's future development.
Although Tang San had already absorbed Ten-Year Solitary Bamboo, he did not mind.
The Martial Soul that had absorbed the Soul Ring was blue silver grass. As long as Tang San had the Clear Sky Hammer, his future held limitless promise.
What did Tang Hao value most? The Clear Sky Hammer, of course.
As for blue silver grass, the entire continent recognized it as a worthless Martial Soul.
Absorbing a Ten-Year Soul Ring was no big deal.
In the future, he would have Tang San's Clear Sky Hammer absorb better Soul Rings.
If possible, he even hoped they would all be Hundred Thousand Year Soul Rings.
Thinking back to when he first saw Tang San awaken blue silver grass, Tang Hao had been utterly disappointed.
Fortunately, learning that Tang San had another Martial Soul had finally made him take his son seriously.
Did Tang Hao truly love Tang San? Not necessarily.
If he truly loved him, he would not have neglected Tang San throughout his childhood, leaving him to fend for himself.
His anger now was really because Yu Xiaogang had nearly ruined Tang San.
Without a warning, he genuinely feared that Yu Xiaogang would teach Tang San into becoming useless.
Then how would he take Tang San back to the Clear Sky Sect? How would he restore the sect to glory?
"Little San, only the Clear Sky Hammer can give you a rightful return to the Clear Sky Sect."
"And only by returning to the Clear Sky Sect can we restore it to glory."
"I hope you grow up soon."
Standing in the shadows, Tang Hao murmured to himself.
Tang San was wiping the Ten-Year Solitary Bamboo in his hands when he suddenly felt as though someone was watching him.
He looked out the window but saw nothing.
He frowned. Was it just my imagination?
He shook his head and continued wiping the Ten-Year Solitary Bamboo in his hands.
He was growing increasingly fond of this stalk of Ten-Year Solitary Bamboo.
It was much harder than the hidden weapons he carried.
Perhaps turning the Ten-Year Solitary Bamboo into a hidden weapon would produce a different effect.
Nearby, Wang Sheng watched Tang San with envy written all over his face.
Who would have thought that someone with a worthless Blue Silver Grass Martial Soul would become Dorm Seven's first Soul Master?
He had spent six years at the academy, and his only wish now was to become a Soul Master before graduating.
"Enjoying the view?" Tang San had no fondness for Wang Sheng.
After all, the boy had actually dared call his teacher useless.
Wasn't that just an indirect way of calling Tang San himself useless?
Wang Sheng looked away without saying anything.
Tang San was stronger than him, after all. He dared not provoke him.
"What are you so smug about? Let's see how smug you are when Sister Xiao Wu and Brother Su Mo get back," Wang Sheng muttered under his breath.
Tang San seemed to hear him. His hand paused in the middle of wiping the Ten-Year Solitary Bamboo.
The thought that Xiao Wu might be in Su Mo's arms right now, sleeping in his embrace, made his heart ache.
He wanted to sleep with Xiao Wu in his arms, too.
That must feel wonderful, right?
What was so great about Su Mo? Why did Xiao Wu cling to him every day?
"He only has a worthless Martial Soul with no fighting power whatsoever. So what if he becomes a Soul Master?"
Tang San snorted coldly.
He had the Grandmaster, whose theories were hailed as unrivaled, teaching him.
What did Su Mo have to compete with him?
Besides, his teacher had already concluded that Su Mo's Martial Soul had no potential for development. He would never break past rank thirty in his lifetime.
Once Xiao Wu discovered that Su Mo was nothing but a useless fool who could never break past rank thirty, she would definitely abandon him.
Then she would obediently throw herself into Tang San's arms.
Imagining Xiao Wu nestled in his embrace and acting sweetly toward him, Tang San's breathing grew heavier.
But then he remembered that Xiao Wu might be lying in Su Mo's arms right now, and his heart ached again.
Meanwhile, in the Soul Hunting Forest.
Su Mo followed Xiao Wu the whole way without encountering any danger.
Perhaps, being a Soul Beast herself, Xiao Wu had a keener sense for danger?
Whatever the reason, they had seen nothing dangerous along the way.
"Ah, I'm so envious. She can condense her own Soul Ring. If only I could do that, too."
Then he would not need to risk his life hunting Soul Beasts.
Seeing that Xiao Wu was in no danger and had easily absorbed her Soul Ring, officially becoming a rank-eleven Soul Master, he felt reassured.
Su Mo retraced his steps, then lay down again and pretended to sleep.
Soon, Xiao Wu returned. Seeing that Su Mo had not woken, she secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
She wrapped her arms around Su Mo and snuggled into his embrace.
Feeling the soft touch against his chest, Su Mo's lips curled slightly.
Sure enough, sleeping was much more comfortable with a cuddle pillow.
Su Mo kept his eyes narrowed, savoring the wonderful feeling.
Early the next morning.
Su Mo suddenly felt something soft in his hand. It was fleshy, almost like a steamed bun.
Instinctively, he gave it a squeeze.
He immediately realized something was wrong. He opened his eyes and looked at his hand.
He carefully withdrew his hand, only breathing a sigh of relief when Xiao Wu showed no sign of stirring.
Remembering how it had felt, he could not help savoring the sensation.
He did not notice that Xiao Wu's ears were a little red.
After a while, Xiao Wu woke up.
She blinked her bright, wide eyes and stared at Su Mo as though she knew nothing of what had just happened.
Having just woken, Xiao Wu's voice was soft and sweet, making her especially adorable.
"Su Mo, I have some good news for you."
Su Mo raised an eyebrow. "What good news?"
Xiao Wu grinned. "Your Sister Xiao Wu got lucky last night. A dying Soul Beast happened to fall nearby, and I happened to kill it."
"Ta-da! Your Sister Xiao Wu is now a genuine rank-eleven Battle Soul Master."
As she spoke, Xiao Wu climbed out of Su Mo's arms and revealed her Soul Ring.
Yellow light appeared beneath Xiao Wu's feet, followed by a yellow ring.
"Well? Sister Xiao Wu will have your back from now on."
With her hands on her hips, Xiao Wu smiled smugly.
Su Mo obligingly applauded, playing along perfectly. "Sister Xiao Wu, your little brother will be relying entirely on you for protection from now on."
He did not even ask why there was no Soul Beast corpse nearby.
"I have some good news, too. Would Sister Xiao Wu like to hear it?"
Xiao Wu asked curiously, "What good news?"
Su Mo summoned the Gashapon Machine, and a Gacha Coin fell into his hand. "My Martial Soul can do prize draws now."
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