Chapter 4

Early the next morning, Lan Changsheng and Tang Hao went to the top of a tall building in Nuoding City and watched the activity at Nuoding Academy from afar.

"Xiao San really did take after you." There was a trace of helplessness in Lan Changsheng's voice.

Tang Hao scratched his head, indicating that he had no idea why, either.

They saw Tang San following a little girl with rosy cheeks.

The Soft Bone Rabbit phantom coiled deep within the little girl's divine soul was laid bare before their eyes without the slightest obstruction.

"But Xiao San is only six. Isn't this a little too early?"

"Maybe because I was so dispirited before, Xiao San became much more mature than other children his age. He's really had it hard."

Lan Changsheng glanced at Tang Hao. Had the man failed to understand what he meant?

Just as Tang San and the little rabbit were about to enter the dining hall together and disappear from their sight.

Tang Hao transmitted his voice to Tang San: "Xiao San, don't panic. Find an excuse to come see me in the woods outside the city."

Tang San's steps faltered when he heard the voice transmission. He said to Xiao Wu, "Dorm leader, I just remembered I have something to do. Go ahead and eat."

Xiao Wu waved a hand. "Go on, go on. Want me to bring you a vegetable bun?"

"Dad, Dad, where are you?"

In the Small Woods outside the city, Tang San reached a clearing and looked around.

"San'er."

Tang Hao's voice came from behind him.

"Dad, it really was you! How can you transmit your voice? Just what rank are you?"

He turned to look at Tang Hao. Although he also saw Lan Changsheng standing beside him, his attention was not on this man who was a stranger to him.

When he learned the Disorder Splitting Wind Hammer, Tang San had already realized Tang Hao was no ordinary man, but Tang Hao had just transmitted his voice! Unless someone was a mental-type Soul Master or used a Soul Bone, only a Titled Douluo could transmit their voice!

His drunkard father, whom he had always taken care of, might be a Titled Douluo? What could have shocked Tang San more than that?

"Today, you'll learn all of it. But before that, let me introduce someone." Tang Hao stepped aside.

"This is your maternal uncle, Lan Changsheng."

Only then did Tang San look at Lan Changsheng. The extraordinarily handsome man stood beside Tang Hao, his long silver-blue hair paired with a silver robe patterned in blue, as though he belonged to a different world from them.

They say a nephew takes after his maternal uncle, but I don't look like him at all! Tang San was nervous for once.

He called softly, "Uncle."

Lan Changsheng smiled and nodded in acknowledgment.

But Tang San felt that although this uncle was smiling, his eyes were filled with the traces of time.

"This is our first meeting, but there's no need to be nervous. Once your father finishes telling you about your origins, I'll give you different gifts depending on a few decisions." Lan Changsheng was very curious about Tang San. After all, from his conversation with Tang Hao yesterday, he had learned something.

For the past six years, Tang Hao had been hiding with Tang San in Holy Soul Village, and there were no ancient legacies anywhere nearby.

Seeing Tang San again this time, he discovered that a six-year-old child actually carried quite a few hidden weapons, and was very practiced at concealing them.

Tang San nodded excitedly at his words, thinking, Great! This uncle looks really strong. He'll definitely help me cultivate faster.

Besides, Tang San had long had suspicions about himself. After all, he had transmigrated here, but as a newborn infant, his senses had yet to develop. He could only receive vague information about the outside world.

Tang Hao led Tang San to a tree stump and sat down. "San, actually, your mother was a Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast, the Blue Silver Emperor..."

Through a series of emotional shifts from shock to acceptance, Tang San came to understand his identity.

"Uncle, does that mean you're a Soul Beast too?" Tang San asked cautiously.

Lan Changsheng nodded. "That's right. So now you know that you bear a grudge against Spirit Hall, the strongest organization on the continent.

"Now I'll give you two choices. If you want to let go of that hatred, I'll keep you safe for the rest of your life.

"If you want revenge..."

"I want revenge! Isn't it just Spirit Hall? They've already courted their own deaths!"

Lan Changsheng gave Tang San an odd look, but said nothing more about it.

"All right. In that case, I'll help awaken the Blue Silver Emperor Bloodline inside you. Once it awakens, you'll obtain your first Soul Ring."

"Really? How many years old will it be?"

"This Soul Skill will improve as your rank rises. At first, it should be less than a hundred years old. After all, you're still too young."

"All right, but my teacher said that the oldest Soul Ring a Soul Master can absorb as their first Soul Ring is 423 years old."

"Hm? Teacher?"

Tang Hao interjected, "He's quite a famous master of martial soul theory, named Yu Xiaogang."

"Yes. He's getting ready to take me to obtain my first Soul Ring."

"A master? What has he planned for you?"

"He's designated me as a control-type Soul Master. For my first Soul Ring, he plans to find one that can improve the toughness of my Blue Silver Grass."

Lan Changsheng pressed a hand to his forehead. "From you humans' perspective, that isn't wrong.

"I can't blame you, either, but no one understands Blue Silver Grass better than I do.

"Want to see the Soul Skill you'll awaken?"

Without waiting for Tang San's response, Lan Changsheng raised his right hand. Countless strands of Blue Silver Grass intertwined and compressed within it, and that silver-blue spear appeared in his hand again.

Lan Changsheng casually swept the spear, tracing a flourish, but its edge was so sharp that rifts had already been sliced through space before even the sound of parting air could arise.

Standing there with spear in hand, Lan Changsheng was so domineering, so invincible!

Tang San's eyes shone at the sight, because it was simply too cool!

"Blue Silver Grass is the most common plant on the Douluo Continent, even dismissed as a weed, but it also possesses the most tenacious vitality. This Soul Skill can compress the vitality of Blue Silver Grass to the utmost limit, turning it into a single point that can pierce anything!"

Tang San felt the sharpness of the spear's radiance, which could slice through space with ease. "This-with my techniques, wouldn't this be a simplified version of Guanyin's Tears? I can upgrade my hidden weapons! And if my own martial soul can condense it..."

"Uncle, I want to learn this!"

Lan Changsheng was very pleased that Tang San was back on the right track, but what he did not know was that Tang San had not learned the slightest bit of that domineering spirit.

[Ding. You have taught your nephew Tang San that Blue Silver Grass is not merely for Entanglement, fulfilling your educational responsibility as his maternal uncle. Mastery of the Law of Life increased by 2%. Current progress: 12%. Please complete the first Divine Trial as soon as possible.]

"Sit cross-legged and calm your mind. I'll help awaken your bloodline. Tang Hao, stand guard." Light gathered in Lan Changsheng's palm. The surrounding Blue Silver Grass grew beneath its radiance, until the entire woods had become an ocean of Blue Silver Grass, all bowing toward Lan Changsheng.

Once these strands of Blue Silver Grass grew to a certain point, each released a mass of blue energy from within itself, which merged into the ball of light in Lan Changsheng's hand.

Hearing this, Tang San immediately cast aside distracting thoughts and focused his mind.

The golden ball of light slowly sank into Tang San's body. The surrounding ocean of Blue Silver Grass continuously intertwined and entwined, eventually forming a grass cocoon around Tang San and enclosing him completely.

From time to time, blue-gold light brimming with rich vitality spilled through the gaps from within, making the woods ever more vibrant with life.

This reminded Lan Changsheng of that conversation with Ah Yin...