Tang Hanyu! How Dare You Defy the Natural Order!

"Innate Soul Power, rank eight."

Coming to his senses, Su Yuntao stared at the crystal ball in Tang San's hand and cried out in surprise.

"Master, what does rank-eight Innate Soul Power mean?"

Holding the blue crystal ball, Tang San asked Su Yuntao with a puzzled look.

"Rank-eight Innate Soul Power means having eight ranks of Innate Soul Power. My turn."

Before Su Yuntao could explain, Han Yu impatiently explained it to Tang San and took the blue crystal ball from his hand.

At once, a light even more dazzling than Tang San's burst forth, and the crystal ball even looked like it was about to crack.

Quick on the draw, Han Yu hurriedly tossed the crystal ball to Su Yuntao, his expression saying, "Don't try to make me pay for that."

Su Yuntao stared fixedly at the crystal ball as it gradually dimmed in his hands, both hands trembling despite himself.

"Innate Full Soul Power!"

"It's actually Innate Full Soul Power!"

Then he looked at the dead branch in Han Yu's hand and the somewhat withered Blue Silver Grass in Tang San's, and a trace of pity entered his gaze as he looked at the two of them.

"What a shame. What a shame!"

Su Yuntao shook his head repeatedly. What a shame-with such high Soul Power, they had awakened Trash Martial Souls like these.

After putting the blue crystal ball away, Su Yuntao hurried out of the house without even asking whether the two wanted to join Spirit Hall.

When Han Yu and Tang San stepped outside, they saw only Old Jack, his head lowered as he muttered to himself.

"Rank eight, Innate Full Soul Power. Rank-eight Innate Full Soul Power."

The smithy was quiet. Tang Hao routinely slept in the morning, and even if the sky fell, it would have to wait until he woke up.

"Tang Hao! Tang Hao!"

With a bang, the front door was kicked open, and Old Jack came into the house with the two children, Han Yu and Tang San, travel-worn from his journey.

"Old Jack!"

Tang Hao's voice rang out, tinged with anger. He lifted the curtain over the inner room's doorway and walked out slowly.

"What are you doing here again?!"

After a moment's thought, he knew that the Martial Soul Awakening had ended. A trace of clarity flashed through his cloudy eyes, but his face remained as impatient as ever.

Old Jack looked down on the slovenly blacksmith Tang Hao from the bottom of his heart and said irritably,

"Today is the day your sons' Martial Souls awakened. Don't you know how important that is?"

As though he hadn't heard Old Jack, Tang Hao reached up and dug in his ear, then yawned and looked at Han Yu and Tang San.

"What Martial Souls did you awaken?"

After raising them for six years, the moment had finally come to find out which child was truly his own. Tang Hao felt a little excited.

As the child of the Clear Sky Douluo, the standard Martial Soul would naturally be the Clear Sky Hammer. At worst, it would be Ah Yin's Blue Silver Emperor. Either one was a top-tier Martial Soul, and Soul Power would naturally be no issue.

"A dead branch."

Han Yu raised his right hand, holding the little tree Martial Soul in it. To anyone else, it was nothing more than a dead branch that could be picked up anywhere, too small even for firewood.

"A dead branch."

Tang Hao looked at the Martial Soul in Han Yu's hand, then looked at Han Yu with a trace of disdain and indifference before turning to Tang San.

"What about you, Little San?"

"Dad, my Martial Soul is Blue Silver Grass."

At the words "Blue Silver Grass," Tang Hao's eyes lit up. Now he could finally be sure which of the two children before him was truly his. Looking at Tang San through the filter of a biological father, he suddenly felt that the reason his child had been able to meditate since he was little was that he was a genius. Even his stiff personality became well-behaved obedience in the old father's heart.

Old Jack was still talking nonstop beside him.

"Tang Hao, let me tell you. Don't be fooled by the poor Martial Souls Little Hanyu and Little San awakened-that must be your fault. But Little Hanyu and Little San are geniuses. One of the brothers has Innate Full Soul Power, and the other has a full eight ranks of Innate Soul Power. I've already decided to give this year's work-study student spot in the village to the two brothers. As for the other spot, I'll go ask the neighboring village for one. I haven't heard of any children in their village awakening Soul Power, anyway."

After saying so much in one breath, Old Jack felt his mouth grow a little dry. Han Yu hurriedly poured him a cup of water and handed it to him.

"Innate Full Soul Power, Innate Full Soul Power!"

Tang Hao muttered the words twice under his breath, then raised his head to look at Tang San and glanced at Han Yu.

He had already made up his mind. He had thought Han Yu had no Soul Power, but since he did, he was naturally Little San's older brother. And as the older brother, paving the way for his younger brother was his duty, wasn't it?

Then I won't have raised him all these years for nothing.

Tang Hao was calculating how to make the most use of Han Yu when Old Jack raised a hand and flicked him on the forehead.

"Are you listening to me or not?!"

Old Jack was so angry that his beard flew up. His dim old eyes went round as he glared furiously at Tang Hao.

"Give that spot to Little San. As for Tang Hanyu, I have other plans."

With that, Tang Hao waved a hand and turned into the inner room, paying no attention to Old Jack bristling and glaring behind him.

"I'm furious! I'm furious!"

Held back by the two children, Old Jack could only watch helplessly as Tang Hao walked away.

"Little Hanyu, don't be sad. Grandpa will go to the next village and get you a work-study student spot. Grandpa will make sure you get to study at Nuoding Academy."

Old Jack gently comforted Han Yu, stroking the well-behaved child's head with his withered hand.

"Grandpa Jack, why don't you give my work-study student spot to my older brother? If we both leave, there won't be anyone to cook for Dad."

Tang San's thoughts were still this simple. He only assumed that Tang Hao had refused because if both of them left, no one would be there to cook for him.

"Little San is a good child too."

Old Jack beamed at Tang San and patted his head with his withered hand.

"Grandpa is leaving now. I'll make sure both of you get to study at Nuoding Academy."

Old Jack left, leaving only Han Yu and Tang San in the room, along with Tang Hao, who was lying down in the inner room.

The smithy's door was shut tight. Han Yu glanced at Tang San without a word, then turned and walked toward the inner room where Tang Hao was resting.

Tang San watched his older brother enter his father's room with a worried look. He was just about to go in and intervene when he heard Tang Hao cry out in alarm.

"What are you doing?"

"Where did you get that hammer?"

"You dare hit me with a hammer!"

"You little Tang Hanyu, how dare you defy the natural order!!! You actually dare hit your old man!!"

"Stop hammering, stop hammering! Do you even know how to use it? Do you even know how to use a hammer?!"

"My kang!!!"

"I'll let you go, I'll let you go to Nuoding Academy!"

A moment later, the three of them, one adult and two children, sat around the table in the outer room. Tang Hao didn't have a single mark on him, but his dark face alternated between green and white, and he looked at Han Yu with both delight and anger.