Chapter 11: Chapter 3: Twin Martial Souls (Part 2)_1

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Tang San sent old Jack away, and he felt somewhat disappointed in his heart. After all, what Su Yuntao said about the Soul Ring could be related to the breakthrough issue of his Mysterious Heaven Method. But he did not show it; he believed there would still be opportunities.

Walking back to the blacksmith’s shop slowly, Tang Hao was surprisingly not going back to his room to continue sleeping; instead, he sat on a chair with his eyes closed, conserving energy.

“Dad, you should go back to your room and sleep some more, I’ll prepare lunch.”

With his eyes still closed, Tang Hao spoke indifferently, “Are you also feeling very disappointed? Do you also want to become a Soul Master?”

Tang San was startled for a moment, “It’s fine, Dad. Being a blacksmith is also good, we can still support ourselves. Didn’t you promise to teach me how to forge farming tools?”

Tang Hao slowly opened his eyes. In them, Tang San saw an excited emotion. Unconsciously, Tang Hao’s right fist was clenched, and his aged face expressed a trace of an extremely cold aura, “Soul Master? What’s the use of a Soul Master? Don’t mention it being just a wasted Martial Soul, even with the most powerful Martial Soul, the strongest Soul Master, what use are they? They’re nothing but trash.”

Tang Hao was very emotional, his body trembling. In his father’s eyes, Tang San saw a glint of something shiny.

Running over, Tang San grabbed Tang Hao’s fist, “Dad, don’t be angry, I won’t become a Soul Master. I’ll stay with you and cook for you.”

Taking a deep breath, the excitement in Tang Hao came quickly and faded quickly as he spoke calmly, “Release your Martial Soul for me to see.”

“Okay.” Tang San nodded, lifted his right hand, the Mysterious Heaven Method inside his body was quietly activated, feeling that special warm flow merged with the Mysterious Heaven Method in his consciousness, a faint blue light appeared in the center of his palm, and in an instant, a sparkling bluegrass appeared.

Staring at the Bluesilver Grass in Tang San’s hand, Tang Hao was lost in a trance. After a long while, he gradually recovered, his eyes flickering uncertainly, murmuring to himself, “Bluesilver Grass, indeed Bluesilver Grass. Just like hers.”

Suddenly, Tang Hao stood up abruptly and turned to walk toward the inner room. His abrupt movements almost caused the Bluesilver Grass Martial Soul in Tang San’s hand to disappear as Tang San nearly fell over.

“Dad.”

Tang Hao waved his hand impatiently, “Don’t bother me.” Saying this, he had already lifted the curtain and entered the inner room.

“But, I have another Martial Soul.” Tang San still spoke out about his uniqueness after today’s Martial Soul Awakening. He hadn’t asked Su Yuntao and Jack about it, after all, they were just outsiders.

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[Tang Sect’s Mystic Sky Records fundamental principle: Never let those whom you can’t completely trust know how strong you really are.]

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The Mystic Sky Records was already imprinted in Tang San’s mind, and he absolutely adhered to its fundamental principle.

The curtain was flung open abruptly as Tang Hao reappeared in the front room. This time, his face was full of shock. One could see that his eyes were flushed red; he had apparently cried just now.

Without speaking, Tang San raised his left hand slowly just as he had done with his right hand before, but this time, instead of blue light, a faint black light surged out from his palm. The radiance instantly coalesced, and a strange object appeared in the center of his palm.

It was a jet-black hammer, with the handle about half a foot long and the head cylindrical, looking very much like a miniature version of a forging hammer. However, on the surface of that black hammer, there was a special luster, and wrapping around the cylindrical head was a circle of faint patterns.

For some reason, the moment the hammer appeared in Tang San’s hand, the air inside the entire room seemed somewhat oppressive, and Tang San appeared to be unable to bear the weight of the small hammer, only able to hold it, his arm slowly drooping. His complexion had turned somewhat pale.

Unlike the Bluesilver Grass that hardly required consumption of the Mysterious Heaven Method, the appearance of this small black hammer almost absorbed all of Tang San’s Inner Strength. He could barely control himself, clutching the handle tightly. Although the hammer appeared very small, its weight was far beyond that of a forging hammer.

“This, this is…” Tang Hao almost rushed to Tang San’s side in one step, grabbing his hand that held the hammer, and bringing it up to his own face. Tang Hao’s grip was strong, and at least now Tang San no longer felt such a great strain on his arm from the hammer.

When Tang Hao’s hand clasped his, a warm bloodline connection made Tang San feel particularly comfortable, “Dad, is something wrong?”

Looking at the small black hammer, the once disappeared excited light reappeared in Tang Hao’s eyes, “Twin Martial Souls. It’s actually Twin Martial Souls. Son, my son.”

Suddenly, Tang Hao stretched out his robust arms and tightly embraced Tang San.

Tang Hao’s chest was broad, perhaps because of his long-term work as a blacksmith, although he appeared rather lazy, the muscles on his body didn’t diminish with time, and his embrace was very warm. That sense of security brought by paternal love was irreplaceable by anything else.

“Dad.” Tang San was somewhat stunned, as this seemed to be the first time Tang Hao had embraced him this way in his memory.

The small hammer in his hand became increasingly heavy, and although Tang San cherished the warmth of paternal love, he did not want the hammer to slip and hit his father.

“Dad, I can’t hold on any longer.” Tang San couldn’t help but said.

Tang Hao released his arms, “Put it away.”

The black light dissipated and the weight was gone. Tang San was puzzled, that hammer was obviously formed by his own Mysterious Heaven Method and a special power in his body, so why couldn’t he hold it? What amazed him even more was that after summoning that small hammer, his Inner Strength was almost completely drained.