Even though Tang San had once stood high as a god-king in his past life, now that he had returned to being a six-year-old child, he still needed the official Spirit Master certification from the Spirit Hall. At this stage, that certificate was essential for him.
Knowing the blood feud his Tang family bore, Tang San would inevitably walk the path of a spirit master to seek vengeance—but he wasn't ready to reveal this to his father just yet.
He intended to use his own strength to prove to his father that just as he had destroyed the Spirit Hall once in his past life, he could do it again in this one.
And since he didn't plan to rely on his father to begin this path, he had no choice but to obtain the Spirit Master certification through the Spirit Hall.
With the certificate, he could claim a student spot from Holy Soul Village and attend the academy. Even with weak initial strength, he'd be eligible for a monthly stipend from the Spirit Hall.
Of course, what mattered most was that Tang San loved Xiao Wu. All their ties began at the academy in Nuoding City, starting from Holy Soul Village.
If he were labeled as possessing a useless spirit, he wouldn't be able to attend the academy. Even if his father trained him, he would miss out on six years of companionship with Xiao Wu—and that was absolutely unacceptable for Tang San-ge!
There was also the matter of the Grandmaster...
Truthfully, Tang San had already learned all the knowledge the Grandmaster had to offer in his previous life—and had even surpassed him. He didn't need to become the Grandmaster's disciple again. But he believed that "a teacher for a day is a father for life." Even if in this life the Grandmaster had no bond with him, it was still he who had guided Tang San toward the spirit master path.
So Tang San absolutely did not want to be branded as possessing a trash spirit!
Su Yuntao frowned. No matter what, he was still a Spirit Hall spirit master. Yet this child dared call him by name directly? Such disrespect!
Irritated, Su Yuntao said coldly, "There's no need to test. I've never seen anyone with spirit power awaken from a trash spirit like Blue Silver Grass."
"Please let me try, uncle," Tang San said firmly.
"It's pointless. A useless spirit is a useless spirit. Instead of clinging to false hope, you'd be better off thinking seriously about what you'll do with your life. With Blue Silver Grass, the world of spirit masters has no place for you," Su Yuntao replied bluntly.
A cold light flashed in Tang San's eyes. He had two top-tier spirits: the Blue Silver Emperor and the Clear Sky Hammer. Blue Silver Grass was the spirit bestowed upon him by his mother—and this blind fool dared to insult it?
Clearly, you're courting death.
If Tang San didn't still need the Spirit Hall certificate to get started, he would've already used his hidden weapons to kill this dog from Spirit Hall!
"Uncle Su Yuntao," Tang San said, keeping his composure, "as a Spirit Hall official, it's your duty to awaken spirits for the people. Every child deserves the right to awaken their spirit and have their innate spirit power tested. Why should I be an exception?"
"Just give me the test. It'll only take a minute or two. Even if I don't have any power, it'll put my heart at ease, right?"
"…Fine," Su Yuntao sighed. "Won't take long, anyway." As he spoke, he handed the blue crystal ball to Tang San.
Tang San placed his hand on the orb—and immediately, it lit up. The dazzling blue glow spread from a single point to cover the entire sphere. In the blink of an eye, it shone like a brilliant gemstone. A faint, elegant blue aura rippled outward, breathtaking in its beauty.
Having already gone through this once before, Tang San remained calm. He was well aware of his talent: innate full spirit power. Except for Qian Renxue's innate level 20, he had the highest possible natural aptitude on the continent.
"My god… innate full spirit power?!"
Green light flared again from Su Yuntao's body as the crystal ball repelled Tang San's hand. Now, Su Yuntao looked at the boy as if he were some kind of monster.
"Uncle, do you still think my Blue Silver Grass is a trash spirit?" Tang San asked with a smile. In his eyes lay a deep contempt that seemed etched into his very bones.
Hmph. Blind fool. Now you see the talent of me—Tang San, the Sea God.
As the son of the Clear Sky Douluo and the Blue Silver Empress, and a future god-king, Tang San didn't waste his time with small figures like Su Yuntao.
Su Yuntao shook his head with a sigh. "Your case is very special. Innate full spirit power… that kind of genius only appears once in a century. Your cultivation talent will let you surpass your peers with ease. But what a shame—such a shame! It's wasted on a useless spirit. Even if your spirit were just a farming tool, it would be more useful than Blue Silver Grass. In that case, I might have…"
He trailed off, grabbed his belongings, and left.
Tang San got what he came for: the Spirit Hall's certification.
As he walked back through Holy Soul Village, everything felt so familiar. The kind old village chief, Old Jack, who had always looked after him—this was the most carefree and joyful time of his childhood. He felt deeply nostalgic.
Back at home, it was the usual: morning was Tang Hao's nap time. The forge was quiet.
"Tang Hao! Tang Hao!" Old Jack didn't care whether the man was asleep. He held a deep grudge against this lazy blacksmith. If his tools weren't so cheap and useful, Jack would've kicked him out of the village ages ago.
While calling out, Old Jack looked around for a chair—but seeing how broken and filthy everything was, he didn't dare sit down. He was too old to risk breaking any bones here.
"Who's shouting out there…" Tang Hao's irritated voice came from inside as the curtain lifted and he stepped out slowly.
First, he looked at his son. Then his gaze shifted to Jack. "Old Jack, what do you want?"
Jack snapped, "It's your son's spirit awakening day today! Don't you know how important that is? Other families have both parents there. But you? Still the same lazy good-for-nothing!"
Tang Hao seemed to ignore the sarcasm. Instead, he turned back to his son. "Xiao San, you've awakened your spirit? What is it?"
Tang San replied, "Dad, it's Blue Silver Grass."
"…Blue Silver Grass?"
For some reason, the usually indifferent Tang Hao trembled slightly upon hearing those words. A peculiar light flashed in his eyes.
Tang San, observing him closely, wondered—why had he been reborn? Could his father also have been reborn?
But seeing how listless and unkempt his father looked, he quickly concluded: no, Tang Hao hadn't been reborn. This must be something unique to him.
With a previous lifetime's worth of experience, Tang San instinctively felt this was his alone.
Old Jack, oblivious to any of this, declared, "Even if it's Blue Silver Grass, Xiao San has innate full spirit power. So I've decided: this year's working student quota for the village will go to him. He'll attend the junior Spirit Master academy in Nuoding City. The village will cover his travel expenses."
(End of Chapter)
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