Noticing the thick calluses covering Tang Yin's palms, Tang Hao fell silent.
Over the years, he really had neglected this son's growth.
Tang Hao's muddled mind finally cleared a little. Scratching his bird's-nest hair, he asked, "Are you two sure you want to become Soul Masters?"
Tang San Niang pressed her lips together and looked at her brother with her big, watery eyes, seeking his opinion.
At the sight, Tang Hao was pleased rather than angry.
Little San Niang had awakened the Blue Silver Emperor, undoubtedly the strongest natural support Martial Soul.
He had already experienced that firsthand with Ah Yin. There was no question about it.
Meanwhile, Tang Yin had awakened the Clear Sky Sect's inherited Martial Soul, so naturally, he would have to shoulder the responsibility of reviving the sect, along with its sea of blood hatred against Spirit Hall.
The siblings shared a deep bond. One would lead, the other would support; they complemented each other perfectly.
Tang Yin's gaze was calm. "Over the years, I happened to hear storytellers say that dual Martial Souls are an unparalleled talent, rarely seen in this world."
"Besides, both little San Niang and I have innate full Soul Power. We're destined to become great Soul Masters."
"Old man, you've been muddleheaded for so many years. It's time you woke up."
Looking at the frighteningly mature son before him,
Tang Hao found him more pleasing to the eye with every glance.
Now that was a true son of Tang Hao!
Only a son like this deserved to inherit the Clear Sky Sect's glory and shoulder its blood debt with Spirit Hall.
"Good, good, good. But you must listen to your father and cultivate your Martial Soul meridians first."
"Without my permission, you absolutely must not add any Soul Rings to the Clear Sky Hammer, much less reveal anything about it in front of anyone."
"Fine. I'll listen to you."
Tang Yin naturally understood Tang Hao's current thoughts as clearly as a reflection in a mirror.
While he was still weak, he really could not reveal the Clear Sky Hammer to others.
Tang Hao was very satisfied and continued, "As for little San Niang, cultivate your Blue Silver Emperor Martial Soul first. That way, you'll be better able to support your brother."
"Dad, can't I cultivate both Martial Souls at once?"
Tang San Niang's obsession with hidden weapons went without saying.
The Thousand Mechanism Butterfly Martial Soul was clearly related to hidden weapons, and she was deeply interested in it.
"Of course not. One of the greatest advantages of twin Martial Souls is that you can cultivate one Martial Soul first."
"Once you've grown stronger, you can equip your second Martial Soul entirely with Ten Thousand Year Soul Rings."
Seemingly trying to make up for his past failings, Tang Hao earnestly explained the relevant knowledge to his two children.
These facts about Soul Masters immediately captivated Tang San Niang, filling her heart with joy.
"I understand, Dad. I'll do a good job supporting my brother." Tang San Niang gently linked her tender, fair little hand around Tang Yin's arm.
Cultivating the Blue Silver Emperor first would let her help her beloved brother.
Cultivating Thousand Mechanism Butterfly afterward would allow the Martial Soul she valued most to receive the greatest possible enhancement. It was undoubtedly a win-win choice.
Seeing that his children, though somewhat distant toward him, were still reasonably obedient,
Tang Hao felt immensely comforted and immediately pressed his advantage.
Trying to deepen the bond between father and son, he said, "Little Yin, since you've awakened the Clear Sky Hammer, I'll teach you our family's hammer technique."
Tang Yin was momentarily taken aback. It seemed that adding him as a variable had softened Tang Hao's attitude even further.
If he could learn the Disorder Splitting Wind Hammer, that would naturally be excellent.
Tang Yin's obsession with martial arts was no less intense than Tang San Niang's obsession with hidden weapons.
In a sense, they were practically the same kind of person, terrifyingly single-minded.
Inside the smithy, Tang Hao glanced at Tang San Niang. "Little San Niang, go back to your room and rest."
This was a secret inheritance of the Clear Sky Sect, taught only to the very core of its core members. It was also passed down to men, not women, so naturally, Tang San Niang could not be allowed to watch.
Tang San Niang felt a little wronged at his words.
But she also understood such matters very well.
In her previous life, the Tang Sect had maintained the same walls between its disciples, teaching insiders but not outsiders.
Tang Yin could hardly say much either.
After all, such ideas had long since sunk into the marrow of the people of this world.
A few words from him could not shake them.
At worst, I'll teach little San Niang myself later, Tang Yin thought. He understood what was on his sister's mind.
Then, following Tang Hao's instructions, Tang Yin lit the charcoal fire and worked the bellows. Before long, he had heated an iron ingot fifty centimeters square until it glowed red.
His deft movements pleased Tang Hao even more.
Tang Hao pointed at the hammer beside them. "Swing it and strike."
The enormous hammer was almost as tall as Tang Yin. An ordinary six-year-old would struggle even to lift it, let alone swing it.
Tang Hao was merely doing this to take his son down a peg.
That would establish his authority as a father.
But he could never have imagined this.
When Tang Yin had cultivated the Mysterious Heaven Skill to its bottleneck, his strength had already surpassed that of an ordinary adult.
After awakening his Martial Souls, his strength had increased a little more.
So he simply exerted strength with both hands and lifted the hammer straight up.
"Born with divine strength?" A flicker of shock appeared in Tang Hao's eyes.
The next moment, Tang Yin drew a deep breath.
He looked at the enormous iron ingot, heated glowing red.
His gaze grew focused. Circulating the Mysterious Heaven Skill to its utmost, he stepped forward and twisted his waist. Power surged from the soles of his feet, raced up the great dragon of his spine, and reached his shoulders, elbows, and wrists in one seamless flow.
The hammer in his hands swung down fiercely!
Clang-!
Sparks flew everywhere!
Tang Yin had never worked as a blacksmith, but he had mastered martial arts in his previous life. Now, combined with a supreme Daoist internal cultivation art like the Mysterious Heaven Skill, he was a tiger given wings.
Adapting techniques from Wensheng Fist, he wielded the hammer as though swinging Lord Guan's great saber. With his waist and stance working together, his body followed the hammer, each blow carrying tremendous weight and force.
Blow after blow smashed into the iron ingot with unmatched ferocity.
Clang, clang, clang!
Nine successive blows fell, each heavier than the last, forcibly pounding the ingot into an iron pancake.
Tang Yin set down the hammer and looked at Tang Hao, who stood beside him, dumbstruck.
"Old man, what do you think of my hammer technique?"
A genius! Both his strength and his technique are downright terrifying!
With talent like this, even my grandfather Tang Chen couldn't compare at his age!
This kid really does have the right to be proud.
Tang Hao was deeply shaken, but his expression remained unchanged as he asked, "Where did you learn that method of generating power?"
"When I was carrying fruit and vegetables in the vegetable patch, I thought about how to lift heavier baskets. Then I figured it out." Tang Yin looked perfectly composed.
People could not imagine things beyond the bounds of their understanding, so he spun his story without the slightest qualm.
Self-taught?! That method of generating power is practically perfect! What kind of terrifying talent is this? Tang Hao roared inwardly.
Back then, his grandfather Tang Chen had used his extraordinary talent to develop numerous techniques for the Clear Sky Hammer, even creating the divine skill Ring Detonation. In one stroke, he had made the Clear Sky Hammer the acknowledged number-one tool Martial Soul on the Douluo Continent and raised the Clear Sky Sect to the head of the Upper Three Sects!
Now his own son's talent surpassed even that. How could Tang Hao not be wild with joy?!
He struggled to restrain his ecstasy and feigned composure. "Hmph! That's nothing but brute force. How can you call it a hammer technique?"
Tang Yin inwardly rolled his eyes. Call you fat, and you start huffing and puffing to prove it.
"Ahem... your power generation is decent enough, but you don't know the first thing about forging."
With such a flawless method of generating power already displayed like a jewel before him,
Tang Hao naturally did not bring out his Three-Heart Power Generation Method to show off.
To salvage his dignity, Tang Hao decided to get straight to the point.
He took the enormous hammer, his gaze turning focused. "Watch closely, kid. I'll only teach this once."
"The technique I'm about to teach you is called the Disorder Splitting Wind Hammer."
Tang Yin's eyes lit up, anticipation rising in his heart.
After feeding this old geezer for years, I can finally shake some gold out of him.
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