Tang San nodded firmly and raised her left hand without hesitation.
At once, black light surged out, condensing into a small hammer.
In an instant, the hammer's weight also put a tremendous strain on the little catgirl Tang San's wrist.
A very heavy Martial Soul.
Tang Hao's gaze contracted at the sight of the hammer in Tang San's hand.
Ah Yin's Blue Silver Grass, his own Clear Sky Hammer.
Her child really was the most outstanding.
When Yu Xiaogang saw it, he abruptly took two steps forward.
His eyes shone with intense excitement as he stared fixedly at the hammer and murmured:
"Tang San, Tang San, surname Tang... six years old this year..."
"No wonder, no wonder..."
Yu Xiaogang had clearly recognized the origins of Tang San's Martial Soul.
He also glanced at Tang Hao, the stunningly beautiful catgirl mother with her voluptuous curves.
This woman really is beautiful, and a catgirl, too.
No wonder that great man, my idol, would like her.
If it were me, I would like her too.
And no wonder this catgirl mother has managed to survive in this little village all this time without being discovered, captured, and sold.
So Tang Hao stands behind her, along with the Clear Sky Sect.
What he actually looked forward to even more now was learning news of Tang Hao.
That had been his dream since childhood-the kind where, if he were a woman, he would absolutely marry no one but Tang Hao.
He also envied this catgirl greatly.
If only I were this catgirl...
So he looked at Tang San excitedly, his tone making a complete about-face as he asked with incomparable gentleness:
"Tang San, is it just you and your mother here?"
"Where is your father?"
Wasn't Tang San's father the catgirl mother right beside her?
Tang San simply looked toward her catgirl mother.
But in Yu Xiaogang's eyes, Tang San was asking Tang Hao's catgirl mother.
Or perhaps she wanted her mother's approval before she could speak about Tang Hao.
Meanwhile, the corner of Tang Hao's mouth could not help twitching slightly.
How was she supposed to prove to anyone that she was Tang Hao now?
Prove it, my ass!
She did not dare tell anyone she was Tang Hao.
Auntie Old Jack had been watching everything from behind them.
She had also noticed Yu Xiaogang's earlier arrogance.
But she thought that was perfectly normal.
After all, what Soul Master wasn't arrogant?
Yu Xiaogang was even a Grandmaster among Soul Masters.
Anyone who held that title must be a guide to countless Soul Masters, making his status even more distinguished.
And now Yu Xiaogang had become gentle again.
Clearly, he thought very highly of Tang San and wanted to take her as his disciple.
His questions about Tang San's family circumstances showed even greater care.
So Old Jack stepped forward, all smiles, intending to tell him that Tang San's father was actually the catgirl mother standing before him.
But before Old Jack could speak, Tang Hao flashed in front of Old Jack and clamped a hand tightly over her mouth.
What a joke. This Grandmaster Yu Xiaogang already knew of his existence as Tang Hao.
Wouldn't Old Jack speaking up tell everyone that he, Tang Hao, Clear Sky Douluo, the youngest Titled Douluo on the Douluo Continent, had turned into a catgirl?
If word reached Spirit Hall, wouldn't those enemies of hers laugh themselves to death at her expense?
Yu Xiaogang understood: this catgirl mother did not want anyone to know Tang Hao's whereabouts.
Indeed, Spirit Hall is hunting Tang Hao.
It's right to stay on guard.
Truly worthy of the person I admire, so clever.
Simply the cleverest person in this world.
Of course, still not as clever as me.
Spirit Hall searched for Tang Hao for six years without finding him, yet I found him.
I'm even more formidable than Spirit Hall.
Heh, heh, heh. Just think about who I am!
I am the Grandmaster.
A Grandmaster who appears only once in twenty thousand years on the Douluo Continent!!
Hmph!
I, Yu Xiaogang, was driven out of Spirit Hall not because I was lacking, but because Spirit Hall was shortsighted.
Then Yu Xiaogang grew even more earnest.
Being able to take Tang Hao's child as his disciple would absolutely be the greatest honor of his life.
Yu Xiaogang even felt now that Tang Hao was hiding somewhere nearby, watching them.
He had to put on a good performance.
So Yu Xiaogang once again assumed an air of breezy composure and said slowly:
"Do you know why I could guess that you two have twin Martial Souls?"
Seeing Tang San's still-puzzled gaze, Yu Xiaogang became even more confident and said:
"According to one of the Ten Core Competencies of Martial Soul that I researched."
"Given that innate Soul Power is directly proportional to Martial Soul quality, Blue Silver Grass clearly cannot meet the requirements for innate full Soul Power."
"So I can be certain that you must possess another Martial Soul."
"And that Martial Soul is extremely powerful."
"Grandmaster, you're right. My Blue Silver Grass really is a trash Martial Soul."
"The reason I possess innate full Soul Power is entirely that this hammer Martial Soul of mine is too powerful."
Tang San answered thoughtfully.
Yu Xiaogang nodded earnestly and said:
"Yes, and yours is no ordinary hammer."
"Right, you'll be obtaining a Soul Ring soon, won't you?"
"As Grandmaster, I'm telling you that you must put away this hammer Martial Soul. Don't casually reveal it in front of others."
"And without my permission, you absolutely must not attach any Soul Rings to this Martial Soul in the future."
"You must remember that!"
"Why, meow? Grandmaster?"
Tang San asked in confusion.
The corner of Yu Xiaogang's mouth lifted slightly as he explained:
"The older the Soul Rings you absorb, the greater your strength."
"Right now, for your first Soul Ring, you can only absorb one that is a little over four hundred years old."
"Do you want to absorb four-hundred-year Soul Rings for both Martial Souls? Or wait until you're stronger, when your other Martial Soul can withstand older Soul Rings, and absorb more powerful Soul Rings over ten thousand years old?"
Tang San understood at once.
But she was also utterly puzzled and continued asking:
"Grandmaster, but my Blue Silver Grass Martial Soul is a trash Martial Soul."
"If I only cultivate Blue Silver Grass in the early stages, won't it be very hard to beat other people?"
As she spoke, Tang San looked at Luo Li and added:
"Big Brother Luo Li's Martial Soul isn't suited to combat."
"Could I cultivate this hammer Martial Soul first? Only then will I have the powerful strength to protect Big Brother Luo Li!"
Those words also startled Luo Li beside her.
This Little Tang San really is gentle.
She suits my wishes perfectly.
Hearing Tang San's words, Yu Xiaogang and Tang Hao could not help laughing.
Yu Xiaogang nodded as well.
This child really is kind.
As long as I treat her just a little well now, Tang San will surely acknowledge me as her master with unwavering devotion in the future.
Then he smiled gently and said:
"Silly child, who said Blue Silver Grass is a trash Martial Soul?"
"There are no trash Martial Souls, only trash Soul Masters."
"There are no trash Martial Souls, only trash Soul Masters..."
Tang San murmured along, her eyes growing brighter and brighter.
Right, back in the Tang Sect in my previous life, I read plenty of plays and novels too.
How many protagonists started out utterly unremarkable, called trash by others?
Yet they could become supreme great emperors.
Tang San did not know much about Martial Souls.
But the Grandmaster before her had been able to deduce that she had twin Martial Souls based solely on what others passed along by word of mouth.
He must be incredibly formidable.
He can surely help my Blue Silver Grass gain even greater power.
Her gaze instantly grew eager and fervent.
Then she would have greater strength to protect her Big Brother Luo Li.
Yu Xiaogang was even more satisfied with Tang San's attitude.
That's more like it.
When it comes down to it, surely no one in this world understands Blue Silver Grass better than I do.
And no one knows better how to cultivate Blue Silver Grass to make it greater.
So, to further highlight his usefulness and let Tang Hao, who was hiding in the shadows, entrust Tang San to him without worry, Yu Xiaogang said:
"Every Martial Soul has its own unique characteristics."
"Although Blue Silver Grass is very weak."
"Look around you. What corner doesn't have Blue Silver Grass?"
"It looks inconspicuous, but its vitality is the most tenacious."
"Moreover, using Blue Silver Grass consumes very, very little Soul Power."
"That means you can use Soul Skills frequently, taking the path of control to restrain enemies and achieve the purpose of support or attack."
"Of course, you also feel that Blue Silver Grass is too weak and can easily be destroyed by others."
"But what if you added attributes to Blue Silver Grass?"
Tang San listened with increasing attentiveness.
If power is lacking, make up for it with numbers.
Isn't that just like some of the Tang Sect's hidden weapons?
If one throwing knife can't kill them, then use countless knives.
Yu Xiaogang paused for a moment, then, under Tang Hao's and Tang San's expectant gazes, said mysteriously:
"For example... poison!"