Disorder Splitting Wind Hammer

"Old Jack! What are you talking about? You're the one whose brain doesn't work. Can't you stand the sight of me? Are you picking on me?"

Tied to the chair, Tang Hao kept yelling. He had figured it out: Old Jack just couldn't stand him.

"Tang Hao, how can you talk like that?"

Before Old Jack could speak, a villager who couldn't bear to listen anymore had already spoken up for him.

"That's right, Tang Hao, how can you say something like that?"

"Exactly! If the old village chief hadn't taken the lead in taking you in back then, you might have died long ago. And now you're actually being rude to him."

This showed just how highly the villagers of Holy Soul Village regarded Old Jack.

Old Jack, however, seemed to have long understood the answer to Tang Hao's question. He chuckled and asked him,

"Just now, I was grinding medicine inside the house, and you actually laughed out loud, even though your arm was so badly injured and Tang San was unconscious. Tang Hao, I know you're rather proud. But this is for Little Hanyu and Little San's sake too."

Then he stroked his chin and thought for a moment before looking up at the villagers.

"Does anyone know how to treat an injured brain?"

As for such a difficult ailment, not only were these ordinary villagers helpless, even high-level healing Soul Masters had no way to treat it. But as the saying went, you had your high-level healing, and I had my folk remedies. Someone in the crowd spoke up.

"Shouldn't we open his skull and take a look? Then it should be easy to deal with, right?"

Someone else retorted.

"Are you stupid? If you open his skull, will he still be alive?"

"If we don't open his skull, how will we know where he's injured?"

"Hmm, I also think opening his skull is a good idea."

"How come you're just as stupid as him?"

"I remember there's a folk remedy where you open the skull, and then..."

The villagers all talked at once, but no one could convince anyone else.

Tang Hao, who had been forcibly tied to the chair, turned pale and then ashen. With the folk remedies used by the villagers of Holy Soul Village, even a perfectly healthy person would probably end up with something wrong after being treated.

Seeing the villagers argue more and more fiercely while Han Yu stood beside him, watching him with a puzzled expression, Tang Hao knew that if he didn't defend himself now, this group of villagers might really open his skull and take a look.

"Ahem. Village chief, that was because... because Little San was so seriously ill, but his life wasn't in danger. That's why I was happy."

The villagers stopped arguing and watched Old Jack in silence, waiting for him to decide. Old Jack gave Tang Hao a skeptical look and spoke.

"Then why couldn't you answer any of those questions just now?"

Tang Hao was a little puzzled. After turning it over in his mind, he remembered the questions Old Jack had asked earlier and said,

"Didn't I answer them all? Were they wrong?"

Old Jack said with absolute certainty,

"Of course they were wrong! The answer to the first question is fingers. The answer to the second is that Little Hanyu naturally looks most like himself. As for the third answer..."

Old Jack glanced at Tang Hao and continued,

"The third answer is 'and.'"

"'And'?"

"Isn't 'and' in the middle of 'good and bad'?"

So that was it.

Tang Hao was getting confused. Even he didn't quite dare say there was nothing wrong with his brain now. All three questions had been so simple, yet he hadn't gotten a single one right.

Could there really be something wrong with my brain?

The Clear Sky Douluo fell into deep thought, his head drooping as he fell silent.

Old Jack looked at Tang Hao with satisfaction, then turned to discuss with the villagers whether the method would work, whether it was feasible.

In the end, Village Chief Old Jack made the final decision: for Han Yu and Tang San's sake, they had to open Tang Hao's skull and see whether anything inside was damaged.

But what should they use to open it?

The villagers and Old Jack fell into thought again.

"I think there might not be anything wrong with me."

Tang Hao, who had been silent for a long while, gave his opinion.

Called a genius since childhood, Tang Hao had made a name for himself in the Soul Master World and had even once been considered the youngest Titled Douluo on the Douluo Continent.

But when a scholar met a soldier, reason got him nowhere. If he hadn't been worried about revealing his strength, he would have used his Soul Power to break free long ago and shown these villagers what the Clear Sky Douluo could do.

For Han Yu and Tang San, and for the sake of his own skull, the Clear Sky Douluo Tang Hao finally fought a war of words against the villagers. When Old Jack tested him once more, he racked his brains and finally answered the questions correctly.

Seeing that he had won, Tang Hao couldn't help feeling the joy of victory. It was even more satisfying than winning a battle; it wasn't just a comfort to his body, but a release for his soul.

By then, Tang San had also awakened and was looking at the crowd around him in bewilderment.

By the time the three returned home, it was nearly evening.

Although Tang San had recovered somewhat, he was still not fully well. As soon as he got home, he lay down on the bed to continue resting. The bedding had been left in the sun all day, and though its surface had dried, it was still somewhat damp inside.

But there was nothing to be done about it. Tang San closed his eyes and soon fell asleep.

Tang Hao, meanwhile, beckoned Han Yu over to the forge. Holding a blacksmith's hammer, he fell into recollection.

"Little Hanyu, from now on..."

Tang Hao turned to glance at Han Yu and said flatly,

"From now on, without my permission... forget it. It's best not to expose your little hammer to outsiders. If you do, you must kill them all, leaving none alive."

A faint trace of killing intent flashed through his eyes. Without waiting for Han Yu to speak, he lowered his head to look at the hammer's handle, and the hand gripping it began to move.

"Watch closely. This is what I'm going to teach you."

With that, his body moved, and the hammerhead struck the glowing red iron ingot again and again.

Clang, clang, clang, clang.

Han Yu watched, understanding that Tang Hao was going to teach him the Disorder Splitting Wind Hammer. Tang Hao's explanations continued in his ears as he stared intently at his every move. Even Han Yu himself didn't notice the flash of red light in his eyes.

This is good stuff. I have to learn it.

Two days had passed since Tang Hao and Tang San were treated, and the day had finally come for Han Yu and Tang San to leave for Nuoding Academy.

Although Han Yu had sold Tang San in Nuoding City countless times when they were little, using a knockout drug Tang San had made himself, Old Jack still couldn't rest easy. He insisted on taking Han Yu and Tang San to the academy and seeing them enter with his own eyes.

"Ah, it's a pity Tang Hao didn't come."

The three walked slowly along the road, mainly because Old Jack's body wouldn't allow him to walk too fast.

The mention of Tang Hao made him angry. At such an important time as sending his own child off to school, he hadn't even come. Old Jack had no idea what he was thinking, and somewhat regretted not opening his skull to take a look back then.

"Grandpa Jack, Little San and I could have made it to Nuoding Academy on our own."

Walking beside Old Jack, Han Yu looked up and spoke with concern. He truly respected the old man. When Han Yu and Tang San were little, Tang Hao had had no mind to look after children at all. If Old Jack hadn't helped support them, Tang Hao would probably have starved the two of them to death long ago.