chsdbacks Chapter 21 Tang Hao, who loves to overthink
Chapter 21 Tang Hao, who loves to overthink
Chapter 21 Tang Hao, who loves to overthink
For some reason, the moment this person entered the door, the master subconsciously tensed up, and even his soul power unconsciously spread throughout his body.
"Who are you?"
The master's eyes sharpened instantly, his body tensed involuntarily, and he asked in a deep voice.
The newcomer did not rush to answer, but slowly removed his hood, revealing a rugged and resolute face under the light. It was a face that the master felt was somewhat familiar with.
"Master, it's been over twenty years since we last met. No wonder you don't recognize me now, given my current appearance. I am Tang Hao!" the gray-clad man said calmly.
"What did you say? You...you're Tang Hao!?" Upon hearing this, the master's expression changed drastically, his pupils focused instantly, and he exclaimed incredulously:
"How did you become like this? You are the renowned Haotian..."
Before the master could finish speaking, Tang Hao waved his hand, his tone cold and weary, "No need to mention the old titles anymore. I'm just an ordinary blacksmith now."
For a moment, the air seemed to freeze.
The master's expression was complex, his heart already churning with turmoil. After a moment's hesitation, he finally spoke: "You came to see me because of... the mistress?"
Tang Hao nodded, slowly walked into the house, and casually closed the door behind him.
The master's expression softened slightly, and he took a deep breath, saying, "It seems I guessed right; you really are Xiao San's father. Xiao San just set off back to Holy Soul Village this morning, saying he wanted to see you. Why... are you here, and not in the village?"
Tang Hao slightly raised his eyes, his expression complex: "It's precisely because Xiao San has gone home that I'm here. I know you've already taken him as your disciple. As his father, I should have come to see you long ago."
As he spoke, he looked out the window and said in a low voice, "I came here to tell you that I'm leaving for a while and I'm going to entrust my mistress to you."
Upon hearing this, the master's expression immediately changed, revealing obvious dissatisfaction and reproach.
"Leave? Where are you going?"
"Tang San is only a few years old! You, as his father, not only aren't you by his side, but now you're even leaving? Do you know what your departure means for him?"
Tang Hao remained expressionless, but his voice was chillingly cold: "There are some things I have to do. I can't run away from them any longer."
"You make it sound so easy. You're trying to shirk all responsibility. You're his father! But the way you're acting now is nothing like what a father does!" Hearing this, the master sneered and slammed the scroll he was holding onto the table.
Tang Hao frowned slightly, his eyes darkening, but ultimately did not refute him. Instead, he slowly spoke:
"The mistress calls me father because of blood ties. But he once said, 'A teacher for a day is a father for life.' From the moment he became your disciple, you, Yu Xiaogang, are also his father."
"That's why I dare to entrust him to you."
As Tang Hao finished speaking, the room fell into a deathly silence.
After a long silence, the master pursed his lips and sighed heavily: "You...you...don't worry, I'll take good care of the mistress."
Seeing that the master had agreed to take care of Tang San, Tang Hao turned to leave, but then, as if remembering something, he raised an eyebrow and added in a cold voice:
"Wait, Tang Hao, I can promise you I'll take care of Tang San, but I won't take care of your eldest son, Tang Chuan."
"Tang Chuan is not very talented in cultivation, lacks wisdom, and is extremely stubborn and rebellious. I don't have the time to teach him."
Upon hearing this, Tang Hao paused slightly, but did not turn around. He simply stood in front of the door and replied in a serene tone, "You mean Xiao Chuan? That child has always been like this."
His tone carried a hint of reminiscence and emotion:
"After he awakened his martial soul, I asked him to stay in Holy Soul Village and become a blacksmith, but he absolutely refused and we argued about it more than once. Once, he even secretly packed his things at night, wanting to go to Notting City by himself, but luckily I found out."
"I've observed him carefully. Although Tang Chuan's talent isn't great, his martial soul is only Blue Silver Grass, and his innate soul power is only level one, the speed at which his soul power increases... is strangely excessive." Upon hearing this, the Grandmaster nodded slightly, his face unusually devoid of mockery, and asked, puzzled, "Could it be... that his Blue Silver Grass isn't ordinary Blue Silver Grass?"
Although Tang Chuan has not revealed his true strength these days, he has only kept his soul power level around level seven, eight, or nine, rather than stabilizing it at level one.
In just one semester, he was able to cultivate his innate soul power from level one to around level seven or eight, which is obviously abnormal for a master.
He was born with half a level of soul power and had consumed countless rare and precious herbs from the sect to cultivate his soul power to level ten when he was just over ten years old. How could Tang Chuan cultivate so quickly?
Is it really true that there are no useless martial souls, only useless soul masters?
The air suddenly became quiet.
With his head down, Tang Hao remained silent for a moment, and an image of a gentle and beautiful woman in blue appeared in his mind. Her eyes were gentle, and when her martial soul was released, the blue light rolled like waves.
"That's right...you're right."
"Xiao Chuan's Blue Silver Grass martial soul is not the ordinary Blue Silver Grass you see."
Tang Hao's pupils contracted slightly, his expression extremely complex, and his tone was also somewhat suppressed as he continued, "So it's normal for your cultivation speed to be a little faster."
The master's brow furrowed immediately: "What do you mean by that?"
Tang Hao shook his head, his expression slightly somber, and said, "I can't explain this to you in a short time. You'll understand when Xiao San's soul power breaks through level 50. Because their Blue Silver Grass martial souls are not ordinary Blue Silver Grass."
After saying that, Tang Hao didn't linger and turned to walk towards the door.
Without pausing, as his gray robe billowed, he suddenly raised his right hand and waved it behind him.
"Clang!"
A jet-black token flew out of his sleeve and landed heavily on the master's desk with a dull, crisp sound.
The token was identical to the one the Grandmaster had shown Tang San when they entered the Soul Hunting Forest, except that this token had a total of six patterns on it.
"This is...the Pope..."
The master suddenly stood up, looking towards the door with a mixture of surprise and uncertainty in his eyes.
But the tall figure in the gray robe had already disappeared into the night, as if he had never appeared at all.
In fact, Tang Hao had noticed the abnormality of Tang Chuan's soul power not long ago.
His soul power instantly jumped from level one to level ten!
At that moment, even Tang Hao, who had experienced countless life-and-death situations, had a sudden twitch in his brow.
"He went to the Soul Hunting Forest with Tang San and Grandmaster and came back? His eldest son's soul power actually jumped from level one to level ten? No matter how hard he works, this doesn't make sense."
But the next moment, he remembered the name he had never truly let go of over the years—A-Yin.
The martial souls of his two sons are Blue Silver Grass, or more accurately, Blue Silver Emperor!
This is also Ah Yin's martial soul.
Perhaps the problem lies here. In Tang Hao's view, it is very likely that his eldest son's Blue Silver Grass cultivation was able to progress so quickly due to the influence of Ah Yin's Blue Silver Emperor bloodline.
Or perhaps, the Spirit Hall's testers made a mistake when testing the innate soul power level? After all, in Tang Hao's view, no matter what, the Blue Silver Emperor Martial Soul's innate soul power couldn't possibly be level one. These were all conclusions that Tang Hao came to after making assumptions.
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