His cold gaze swept over Yu Xiaogang's injuries, and after judging that they were not fatal, he breathed a sigh of relief. His voice was low and hoarse, as if he hadn't spoken for a long time:
"My name is Tang Hao, Tang San is my son. Raise him well and abandon your foolish theories."
boom--
Tang Hao's words struck Yu Xiaogang like a thunderbolt.
Tang Hao, the man who killed the former Pope of the Spirit Hall with a single hammer blow, his idol had come to find him. Gangzi, who had originally prepared for death, seemed to have golden light shining in his eyes at this moment.
The pain of the previous beating seemed to have lessened. All he knew was that his idol had arrived, the man who had unintentionally avenged him, was right in front of him.
I'm in such a sorry state, won't they look down on me...?
Tang Hao looked down at Yu Xiaogang, remained silent for two seconds, tossed down a token, and turned to leave.
In front of an inconspicuous flower bed at the Nuoding Academy, Tang San sat alone on a bench, his eyes vacant, not even knowing how he had gotten there.
At this moment, Tang San's mood was like a gloomy sky, devoid of any color.
Just as Tang San was in a deep slump, a heavy, dragging footstep slowly approached.
Tang Hao, who had just finished beating Yu Xiaogang, came over. His tall figure loomed over Tang San, completely blocking out the faint light in front of him.
The anger that had subsided after beating Yu Xiaogang surged up again when he saw his son's dejected state.
He almost turned back to beat Yu Xiaogang up again, but then he remembered Yu Xiaogang's half-dead state and realized that if he hit him again, he would really die, so he gave up the idea.
Tang San raised his head dejectedly, his eyes dull and lifeless, staring blankly at the familiar yet unfamiliar figure in the black robe before him.
"Dad... Daddy~!"
Tang San's throat tightened, and he spoke hesitantly.
" Little San, you're so easily discouraged by this little difficulty? Do you remember what you promised me? If you're going to stay like this, you should drop out of school and go home to be a blacksmith. Don't waste your time here."
Tang Hao took a deep breath, his heavy tone tinged with a hint of gentleness and self-reproach.
Upon hearing the familiar voice, tears welled up in my eyes and flowed out like a flood.
Tang San didn't care at all why Tang Hao was there, nor did he think about why Tang Hao would say such a thing.
Tang San's mind was still preoccupied with Lu Yu's words, and he was completely lost about his future path of cultivation.
Tang San spoke in a hoarse voice, trying to explain, "Dad, I..."
Tang San was interrupted by Tang Hao before he could speak, "Alright, I know everything. Now you need to pull yourself together and focus on your cultivation. I have a way to handle the Martial Soul issue, so you don't need to worry."
"Dad..."
Upon hearing this, Tang San could no longer restrain himself and abruptly stood up and hugged Tang Hao's leg. Tang Hao's strong, powerful hands gently stroked Tang San's back.
After crying for a while, Tang San straightened up and wiped the tears from his face. "Father, Yu Xiaogang destroyed my cultivation foundation, I..."
Seeing the killing intent in Tang San's eyes, Tang Hao was momentarily stunned. Where did such a young child get such a strong killing intent? But then again, it makes sense. With his Martial Soul foundation destroyed, anyone would have the urge to kill.
" Little San, now is not the time. Although he is a good-for-nothing, you still need him to cultivate Twin Martial Souls. Once he helps you solve the problem of cultivating Twin Martial Souls, Dad won't stop you from doing whatever you want."
Tang Hao squatted down, put his hands on Tang San's shoulders, and earnestly told him not to rush.
"Dad, why? Isn't he just a good-for-nothing? Does he really know how to cultivate Twin Martial Souls?" Tang San looked at Tang Hao, whose face was mostly covered by the hood, with a puzzled expression.
"Well, I can't tell you the reason right now. You have to remember that he's the only person in this world who can help you."
Tang Hao didn't know where to begin, but he still pointed out the importance of Yu Xiaogang. Once this was explained, his son, who had been intelligent since childhood, would surely understand the advantages and disadvantages.
Tang San clenched his fists, his knuckles turning white, and asked again, unwilling to give up, "Dad, is Lu Yu okay?"
Tang San didn't know why he asked Tang Hao this question; he just subconsciously wanted to express his thoughts.
Tang Hao was taken aback, but still shook his head. " Little San, I admit that kid has some brains, but the secrets of cultivating Twin Martial Souls are not something he can access."
Tang Hao paused for a moment, then continued, "However, his theoretical knowledge is still somewhat useful; you can ask him if you don't understand anything."
Lu Yu: "Ah~ right, right, I don't know the secret of cultivating Twin Martial Souls..."
Hearing Tang Hao's words, Tang San was filled with disbelief. His father had approved of Lu Yu? But he didn't think too much about it. If his father approved of Lu Yu, then his theoretical knowledge must be correct.
"Yes, Dad, I understand!" Tang San nodded heavily in response.
Tang Hao patted Tang San's head with satisfaction, "It's getting late, go back and rest early. Don't worry about cultivation, Dad has a way to handle it!"
"Okay, goodbye Dad!" Tang San waved goodbye and left, turning back every few steps.
Once Tang San was out of sight, Tang Hao's expression darkened again. Tang Hao took to the air and pondered for a moment, remembering the address of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan.
" Yu Yuanzhen, the son must pay for the father's debts, and the father must pay for the son's debts!"
"That good-for-nothing Yu Xiaogang is so unskilled that he almost ruined my son's cultivation foundation. Since you can't control your son, then you'll have to take the beating in his place!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Tang Hao's figure transformed into a black shadow, speeding through the air and heading straight for the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan.
Time passed slowly, and a layer of gray mist gradually appeared on the horizon. Only a few teachers peeked into Yu Xiaogang's teachers' dormitory.
The room was a complete mess, with bloodstains everywhere and the Grandmaster lying unconscious in the corner! The teachers couldn't help but gasp at the sight of the horrific scene.
"Who did the Grandmaster offend? Why was he beaten up again?"
"Yeah, we were beaten up last year, and we were beaten up again this year!"
"Now that you mention it, I think I remember now. It seems like I was beaten up right at the beginning of the semester!"
Who knows?
"Tsk tsk tsk, that's really pathetic..."
"Is it dead? It's bleeding so much!"
"..."
Amid the pushing and shoving, a teacher who looked younger was pushed out by the other teachers. He staggered a few steps and reluctantly entered the room, glancing back at the other teachers who were still looking out the door.
He carefully bent down, his fingers trembling as he reached under Yu Xiaogang's nose. Only when he felt the negligible breath did he breathe a sigh of relief.
"Thank goodness, he's still breathing, he's not dead!"
"Quickly summon a healing-type Soul Master!"