"Blue Silver Grass... Blue Silver Grass…" Tang Hao suddenly raised his head, his voice low and resolute. "No."
"What did you say? Did I hear you wrong?" Old Jack looked at Tang Hao in shock. "You should know how precious this opportunity is. Our Holy Soul Village only gets one slot per year. Other villages have to share one spot among two or three. Do you understand? This is a golden chance."
"What good is being better than others? All I know is, if he leaves, no one will cook for me anymore. Blue Silver Grass is just a useless martial soul."
Old Jack growled angrily, "But he has innate full soul power! All he needs is one soul ring to become a Soul Master. Do you realize? Our village hasn't produced a Soul Master in many years!"
Tang Hao replied flatly, "I said no, and that's final. You may leave now."
"Tang—Hao—!"
"No need to shout. I'm not deaf. I said you can go."
"Grandpa Jack, don't be upset. Father is right. Blue Silver Grass is just a useless martial soul. Thank you for your kind intentions."
Old Jack sighed deeply. "Good child. Grandpa isn't angry. Alright, I'll be going now." With that, he turned and walked out.
As he reached the door, Jack turned back and spoke with heartfelt sincerity, "Tang Hao, Little San is still young. Don't you think he deserves a way to make a living? Don't hold him back. Becoming a Soul Master means he won't end up like you. If you change your mind, come find me. There are still three months until registration at Notting City Junior Soul Master Academy."
Tang San walked Jack to the door. Though he didn't show it, he felt somewhat disappointed inside. After all, Su Yuntao had said that the soul ring might be critical for breaking through with his Xuan Tian Gong. Still, he believed that opportunities would come.
Returning slowly to the forge, Tang Hao, surprisingly, had not gone back to his room to sleep. He sat silently on a chair, resting with his eyes closed.
"Dad, why don't you go lie down and rest? I'll make lunch."
Tang Hao remained with his eyes shut and spoke calmly, "Are you disappointed too? You want to become a Soul Master?"
Though Tang San had expected this question, he still acted like an understanding child. "It's okay, Dad. Being a blacksmith is good too. We can make a living that way. Didn't you promise to teach me how to forge farming tools?"
Tang Hao slowly opened his eyes. Tang San saw a rare flicker of emotion in them. Tang Hao's right fist had unconsciously clenched, and on his aged face appeared a chilling aura.
"Soul Masters? What's the use of Soul Masters? Even if it's the strongest martial soul, even the most powerful Soul Master—what are they, really? Still just useless trash."
Tang San looked deeply at his father. In his previous life, he hadn't understood him. But after living a lifetime, he now knew that his father carried a blood feud and simply didn't want his son to walk a dangerous path. He just wanted him to live safely and peacefully.
Tang San was quietly moved, his fist clenched tightly inside his pants pocket.
Wuhun Hall… I destroyed you once. I, Tang San, will destroy you again!
After taking a deep breath, Tang Hao's burst of emotion faded as quickly as it came. He spoke again, his voice calm: "Show me your martial soul."
"Okay." Tang San nodded. Raising his right hand, he quietly activated his Xuan Tian Gong. In his consciousness, he felt that unique warmth merge with his inner force, and a soft blue glow appeared in his palm. In an instant, a delicate blue blade of grass emerged.
Tang Hao stared blankly at the Blue Silver Grass in Tang San's hand. He stood frozen for a long time before slowly regaining composure. Light flickered in his eyes as he muttered under his breath, "Blue Silver Grass… It really is Blue Silver Grass. Just like hers…"
Suddenly, Tang Hao stood up sharply and turned to walk into the inner room. His sudden movement almost made Tang San stumble, and the Blue Silver Grass in his hand vanished on its own.
"Dad."
"Don't bother me," Tang Hao said irritably, waving a hand before disappearing behind the curtain.
"…But I have another martial soul." Tang San's gaze hardened as he raised his other hand, revealing the soul mark of the Clear Sky Hammer on the back of his left hand.
Dad… In this life, let me carry on your hope for vengeance. The grudge of our Tang Clan—how could it be endured for a lifetime of humble survival?
After Tang San revealed his second martial soul, Tang Hao's attitude changed instantly.
Once his emotions settled, Tang Hao said seriously to Tang San: "Remember—throughout your life, use the hammer in your left hand to protect the grass in your right. Always."
Tang Hao had agreed to let Tang San become a Soul Master. And thus, Tang San finally took his first step onto the Soul Master path.
Though reborn into his six-year-old self, and despite how frustrating it was, Tang San began making plans for his future. He didn't welcome this rebirth—but it came with the advantage of foresight.
Since fate had given him this second chance, he would do even better in this life.
Even when facing the seemingly invincible Wuhun Hall, Tang San didn't panic. Now that he had become a god, he understood—he was chosen by the God of Asura, predestined to inherit that godhood, just like Qian Renxue. He was born with a divine destiny.
The God of Asura had high hopes for him. Even if he were to die by mistake, the God of Asura would resurrect him without hesitation.
His talent was so exceptional that even the Sea God was tempted to snatch him away, risking conflict with Asura. This led to him inheriting both god positions.
Wuhun Hall might appear almighty on the surface, and vengeance might seem distant, but that was only relative. Backed by both the Asura and Sea Gods, Tang San smirked coldly:
Wuhun Hall? Hmph. Nothing but rotting bones in a grave.
Even without support from the divine realm, on the Douluo Continent alone, Tang San had allies like Tang Chen, Bo Saixi, the Three Upper Sects, and the Two Great Empires. United, they had no reason to fear Wuhun Hall.
When it came to revenge, Tang San wasn't worried at all.
Revenge? That was the easy part. What mattered more to Tang San—was reclaiming his former peak, and surpassing it.
(End of Chapter)
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