Chapter 150

Atilis excitedly looked at the sword in his hand, without a doubt, this is the Holy Sword Excalibur!

He is a transmigrator; in his previous life he also watched Fate, knowing this is the legendary King Arthur's sword, and he never expected it to become his martial soul.

The old man couldn't help but exclaim, 'What a dazzling martial soul! What is the name of this sword?'

Atilis could no longer contain his joy, a confident smile on his face, 'Sword of the Victory Oath!'

'Although I have never seen this martial soul before, it must be an extremely powerful top-tier martial soul; now let us test your soul power.' The old man handed the blue crystal ball to Atilis.

Atilis's heightened emotions had now somewhat subsided; under the gaze of so many people, he needed to maintain his composure, and under the old man's fervent stare, Atilis placed his hand on the blue crystal ball.

As expected, the old man's blue crystal ball lit up, a dazzling blue light spreading from a single point instantly; in the blink of an eye, the crystal ball shone like a brilliant gemstone, a faint blue halo emanating, indescribably moving.

According to the traditional test, if the crystal ball shows any reaction, even a trace of light, it proves the tester possesses soul power; and the dazzling light flashing within the blue crystal ball before us admits only one explanation.

'Innate full soul power!' the old man exclaimed, for he had never before seen a child awaken with innate full soul power.

The old man hurried over to Atilis, chattering away, occasionally glancing toward Qian Renxue's direction as he spoke.

After a bit of persuasion, Atilis left the old man, sword in hand, and went to Xue Ke's side, excitedly saying, 'Xue Ke sis, look quickly! I have innate full soul power; when will we go hunt for soul rings?'

Xue Ke pursed her lips toward Qian Renxue, 'We'll have to see when this busy person has time; we previously agreed she would take us to the Star Dou Great Forest.'

Atilis again looked longingly at Qian Renxue; after years of waiting, his perseverance finally paid off, and he could hardly wait to grow stronger! This is extraordinary power! 'Your Highness, when will we go hunt in the spirit beast forest?'

Qian Renxue gazed at the Holy Sword in Atilis's hand; her noble, piercing purple eyes flickered with a pink sheen, yet the sword seemed like an ordinary object, lacking its former allure, showing no reaction to her spiritual power—perhaps she needed to touch his martial soul to sense it.

Qian Renxue softly said, 'Tomorrow, then; tomorrow I will take you to hunt for soul rings, but we are not going to the Spirit Beast Forest—we are going to the Star Dou Great Forest.'

'Yes!'

Atilis's eyes flashed with excitement; the Star Dou Great Forest is the place every soul master dreams of, for it symbolizes one's advancement, and he never imagined where his first soul ring would be obtained—having backing or not makes a world of difference.

If it weren't for Xue Ke sis bringing him into the Spirit Hall, he would probably still be begging for food in Holy Spirit Village, with no chance to awaken a martial soul, possibly having starved to death already.

In the original story, even Xiao San's first soul ring was obtained by hunting in the Spirit Beast Forest; now the place where he hunts spirit beasts far surpasses Xiao San's, and in the Spirit Beast Forest, a hundred-year Mandala Snake is already a top-tier spirit beast.

The variety of spirit beasts in the Star Dou Great Forest far exceeds that of the Spirit Beast Forest, so his soul ring quality is destined to be excellent.

I also don't know how Xiao San is doing now.

But it's fine; they will meet again at Noding Academy! When I left with Xue Ke sis, to repay the kindness of meals, I gave all the gold soul coins Xue Ke sis had given me to Xiao San and Old Jack, more than enough for them to eat and drink well—those were over ten gold soul coins.

Xiao San, wait until I get a soul ring, then we'll see who's stronger! Hehe.

Holy Soul Village.

After the martial soul awakening ceremony, Old Jack first sent the other children back, letting their parents take them away, and only then brought Tang San back to the blacksmith shop.

In the morning, it was Tang Hao's usual sleeping time, and the blacksmith shop was quiet.

"Tang Hao, Tang Hao!" Old Jack didn't care whether Tang Hao was sleeping; he truly despised this sloppy blacksmith. If it weren't for the extremely low price of the tools he forged, he would have kicked Tang Hao out of the village long ago.

While calling Tang Hao, Old Jack's eyes scanned around. He wanted to find a chair to sit on, but seeing the broken, shabby items, he lacked the courage to pull one over. He's not young anymore and doesn't want to break a bone or sprain a tendon here.

"Who's shouting and yelling?" Tang Hao's voice, tinged with a hint of anger, rang out as the inner door curtain fluttered open and he stepped out slowly.

He first glanced at Tang San, then shifted his gaze to Old Jack and said, "Old Jack, what are you doing?"

Old Jack said irritably, "Today is the day your son's martial soul awakens; don't you realize how important it is? Other families have both parents present, but you, as usual, are the same."

Tang Hao seemed not to hear Jack's sarcasm. Son? Ha, his son had long died in that battle, that cold infant who had lost the breath of life; he could never forget that day, that icy temperature in his arms—how could he still have a son? How could this bizarre thing possibly be his own son! A child born with numerous self‑created soul skills—could that be? Tang Hao's gaze turned again to this unknown 'aberration', coldness in his eyes, the back of his right hand behind his back flickering with black light. Tang Hao coldly asked, "Has your martial soul awakened? What is it?"

Tang San said, "Father, it's Blue Silver Grass."

"Blue Silver Grass?" For some reason, Tang Hao, who had always been very cold toward Tang San, trembled when he heard those three words; his massive body shivered, his clenched right fist slowly relaxed, and a peculiar light flickered in his eyes.

Old Jack said with a delighted face, "Although it's Blue Silver Grass, it is a Blue Silver Grass with innate full soul power! Tang Hao, Xiao San can become a noble soul master! Our village may produce the next soul saint!"

"Blue Silver Grass, Blue Silver Grass," Tang Hao muttered twice, then suddenly lifted his head, his eyes showing an emotion Tang San had never seen before. That complex feeling made Tang San's heart tremble; he looked both anguished and somewhat pleased, even a bit guilty.

Tang Hao said in a deep voice, "No."

"What did you say? I didn't mishear, did I?" Jack dug at his own ear, looking at Tang Hao in surprise.

"You should know how precious this opportunity is. Even in Holy Soul Village, despite having produced a soul saint before, there is only one slot per year; other villages share one slot among two or three villages. Do you understand? This is a great chance; perhaps Xiao San could become a person above others in the future."

Tang Hao's emotions were hard to hold back; Blue Silver Grass—could it truly be his own son and not a mutated martial soul? His son had not been corrupted by anything! Perhaps his child inherited A Yin's everlasting undying ability, and after all these years… "Hao, protect our child."

A Yin's voice seemed to echo again in his ear, "I'm sorry, A Yin, I… what have I been doing all these years?!" Tang Hao's body trembled, he took a deep breath, steadied his emotions, and coldly glanced at Old Jack, "What good is being a person above others? All I know is that if he leaves, no one will cook for me. Blue Silver Grass, what do you think the Blue Silver Grass martial soul can cultivate into? It's just a useless martial soul."

Old Jack shouted angrily, "But it has innate full soul power; as long as it obtains a soul ring, even the poorest‑quality one, it can immediately become a soul master! Do you know? Our village hasn't produced a soul master in many years."

Tang Hao said calmly, "That's your real motive, isn't it? I said no, and it's no. You may leave now."

"Tang—Hao—." Old Jack's fury in his chest had burned to the limit.

Tang Hao, still looking lazy, said, "You don't have to shout so loudly; I'm not deaf. I said you can leave."

"Grandpa Jack, please don't be angry. I still won't pursue the ability of a soul master; father is right, Blue Silver Grass is just a useless martial soul. Thank you for your kindness."

Although Old Jack deeply despised Tang Hao, he was very fond of the sensible Tang San; his raging anger gradually subsided, and he sighed, "Good child, grandpa isn't angry." Saying that, he turned and muttered as he walked outside.

Tang San hurried to see him off. Father could ignore it, but Old Jack is the village chief and treats him well; he would never lack proper courtesy.

Old Jack stopped at the blacksmith shop's doorway, turned to Tang Hao, and said earnestly, "Tang Hao, your life is finished like this, but Xiao San is still young. Don't you think you should give him a means to make a living? Don't hold him back; becoming a soul master, at least he won't end up as destitute as you." "If you change your mind, come find me; there's still some time before this year's Nording Soul Master Junior Academy registration."

Tang San saw Old Jack off, feeling a bit of loss in his heart. After all, a soul master's soul ring might relate to his Profound Heaven skill breakthrough, but he didn't show it. He believed that sooner or later there would still be a chance.

Only now he would be breaking his promise with Atolis; they had agreed to meet at the Nording Academy after their martial soul awakenings.

"Sorry, Atolis, I'm going to break our appointment. When Atolis left, he deliberately gave me a golden soul coin, which greatly improved father's and my own meals. Since then, Atolis has become a true friend of mine. Actually, Tang San had always valued this not‑immature fellow; at least when Atolis was on the brink of starving, he didn't mind helping him out."

Of course, this also relates to Atolis's strong character; every time he was about to starve, he would show up for a bowl of rice porridge, and he often helped out otherwise. Tang San liked him quite a bit, after all Tang San had been an orphan when he was at the Tang Sect.

Tang San slowly walked back to the blacksmith shop; surprisingly, Tang Hao did not return to his room to continue sleeping, but sat on a chair with his eyes closed to rest his spirit.

"Father, please go back to your room and get some more sleep; I'll go prepare lunch."

Tang Hao still kept his eyes closed, shielding his emotions. He was silent for a while, then said softly, "Are you also feeling very disappointed, wanting to become a soul master as well?"

Tang San was startled for a moment; this was the first time Tang Hao had spoken to him so gently.

"It's okay, father. Being a blacksmith is also great; it can still support us. Didn't you promise to teach me how to forge farming tools?"

Tang Hao slowly opened his eyes; from them, Tang San saw an excited emotion. Unconsciously, Tang Hao's right fist had already clenched, and a trace of extremely cold aura emanated from his aged face.

"Soul master? What use is a soul master? Even if it's not just a useless martial soul, even the strongest martial soul—what good is it? It's still just trash."

As long as that girl still exists, he is powerless; for A Yin's sake, he doesn't even dare to take revenge! He can only hide miserably in this Holy Spirit Village.

Tang Hao's emotions were very agitated, his body trembling; vaguely, Tang San saw a glint of something crystalline in Tang Hao's eyes.

"Dad, I'll just not become a soul master."

Taking a deep breath, Tang Hao's agitation came and went quickly; he suddenly said, "Release your martial soul so I can take a look."

"Okay." Tang San nodded, raised his right hand, the Profound Heaven Skill quietly activated within him; he felt that special heat flow merge with the Profound Heaven Skill in his consciousness, a faint blue light appeared in his palm, and in an instant a small, glistening blue grass appeared.

Staring at the Blue Silver Grass in Tang San's hand, Tang Hao dazed for a moment, only gradually recovering after a while; the light in his eyes flickered, and he murmured, "Blue Silver Grass, indeed it is Blue Silver Grass, just like hers."

Suddenly, Tang Hao jumped to his feet, turned and walked into the inner room; his sudden movement almost made Tang San in front of him fall, and the Blue Silver Grass martial soul in his hand vanished on its own.

"Dad."

Tang Hao impatiently waved his hand, "Don't bother me." Saying that, he lifted the curtain and entered the inner room.

"But, I still have another martial soul."

The curtain was flung open, and Tang Hao appeared again in the outer room; at this moment his face was full of shock, his eyes bloodshot, as if he had just been crying.

Tang San didn't speak, but just as he had raised his right hand before, he slowly lifted his left hand; this time, instead of blue light, a faint black light surged from his palm, the radiance instantly condensed, and a strange thing appeared in his palm.

It was a hammer completely black in color, the handle about half a foot long, the head a cylinder, resembling a miniature forging hammer; yet on the hammer's black surface there was a special glow, and around the cylindrical head circled a faint pattern.

"This, this is…" Tang Hao almost took a single step to reach Tang San, grabbed the hand holding the hammer and brought it before him; Tang Hao's grip was strong, at least now Tang San no longer felt the hammer placing such a heavy burden on his arm.

When Tang Hao's hand grasped his, a warm feeling of blood‑related connection made Tang San's heart feel especially comfortable, "Dad, is something wrong?"

Looking at that black little hammer, the excited light that had disappeared earlier reappeared in Tang Hao's eyes, "Twin martial souls, it's actually twin martial souls, son, my son."

Suddenly, Tang Hao could hardly restrain himself; he opened his strong arms and tightly embraced Tang San.

Even he himself hadn't expected it, but Tang San really was his son! "Dad." Tang San was a bit stunned; in his memory, this seemed to be the first time Tang Hao had hugged him like this.

The little iron hammer in his hand seemed to be growing heavier and heavier; although Tang San liked the warmth brought by this fatherly love, he didn't want the hammer to slip and strike his father.

"Dad, I can't hold on any longer." Tang San couldn't help but say.

Tang Hao loosened his arms, "Put it away."

Tang Hao's heart churned; he stared deeply at Tang San for a while, his gaze seeming to trace Tang San's features; after six years, this was the first time he had seriously examined his son's appearance.

Well, he looks quite ordinary, not at all like A Yin, and I can't blame my earlier dislike of him; sigh, this foolish son has none of his mother's looks—not even a trace—and I wouldn't have been so cold toward him before even if he had.

However, his eyes seem to have a hint of A Yin's charm.

"Your eyes... are like yours... sigh."

Tang Hao stared seriously for a long time, but in the end he still couldn't fool himself—well, he didn't resemble A Yin at all; how did this kid get so ugly? He actually managed to avoid every single trait of A Yin perfectly.

Tang Hao couldn't quite hold himself back, sighed disappointedly, and then slowly said: "Xiao San, remember, in your future, if you encounter a golden-haired girl with an eight-winged angel martial soul, use your hammer to protect her well! You must not let her face any danger to her life! Do you understand?"

Tang San stared blankly. A golden-haired girl with an eight-winged angel martial soul? That martial soul sounds incredibly strong—does he really need his protection? But this was the first time Tang Hao had been so gentle with him, and Tang San didn't want to refuse his father.

"Mm."

A mysterious glint appeared in Tang Hao's eyes; he intended to send Xiao San to Qian Renxue's side! A congenital full soul power twin martial soul—the Spirit Hall would have no reason not to take him in, and if Xiao San could make Qian Renxue fall for him, then A Yin's matter could be resolved more easily.

Although Qian Renxue's first soul ring is an unprecedented hundred-thousand-year ring, she herself is not that old, and her personality is extremely proud; apart from Xiao San's talent, who else on the entire Douluo Continent could catch her eye?

The more Tang Hao thought about it, the more feasible it seemed—let Xiao San use the quality of his twin martial soul to entice her; only Xiao San with a twin martial soul is qualified to keep up with Qian Renxue's pace.

Reaching rank 100 to become a god—I must let her reach rank 100 to become a god! Uchiha Tang Hao firmly thought.

Mind-blowing, not beautiful at all, A Yin, I want to create a world with you!!!

He has now even figured out his own pose and lines for when A Yin is resurrected! At that time he will grip the Haotian Hammer's handle with both hands and shout 'Revive! I—drip—love—people—!!!' A Yin will definitely be super happy and super moved! Tang San Gege has finally appeared; the main plot that the brothers have been longing for is finally coming! Apart from being somewhat double-standard and prone to taking deadly risks, Tang San Gege was actually okay early on; only after becoming a god, as 'Tang Fo Zhu', did he start to let loose. We must let 'Qian Pusa' properly bestow a little Buddha light upon the tender Tang San Gege; we need to give the tender Tang San Gege a whole Huo Yuhao template, hehe.

Abuse Haotian Fist! Blood surges like a spring! Separate Autumn Sword! Soul Body Dual Separation!! Lock Paulownia Palm! Thousand Years Barren!!! Heaven and Earth Ask About Feelings' massacre, father-in-law's love! Heaven and Earth Ask About Feelings' self-destruction, father's kindness! Ninth soul skill's Buddha light, Buddha descends! Gods must not interfere in the mortal realm, flexible double standard! Huh? (○Д○)? How come my later emo emojis are gone? It must be Tang San's doing! (◣д◢)(End of chapter)