Chapter 201: Fland, you really are a damn genius

In Tang Hao's expectation, Tang San's Lan Yin Cao Martial Soul is merely a tool to lay the foundation for the Haotian Hammer martial soul; as long as Tang San can keep cultivating, that is enough, preferably he can cultivate with the Lan Yin Cao Martial Soul up to the Title Douluo realm, and he doesn't care at all which Soul Ring it is.

When switching to cultivate the Haotian Hammer martial soul, just like himself, all attached should be power‑type Soul Rings.

The only trouble for him is the Dual Birth Martial Soul's tendency to cause body explosion, and it was precisely recognizing Yu Xiao Gang that gave him hope to solve this problem.

So he has been suppressing the anger he wants to vent on Yu Xiao Gang; if it were others, like Fland or Zhao Wuji, he would have hammered them down long ago and wouldn't have waited this long.

Of course, if Tang Hao directly killed Yu Xiao Gang, then he and Tang San would not face any threat to their lives.

After all, the Douluo Continent is so vast; if he were truly determined to hide, whether in deep mountains and forests or concealed in towns and countryside, it would be hard to be found.

Let Bi Bi Dong and Yu Yuanzhen search as they will, it will probably still be hard to locate him.

However, the consequence is that Tang San's worldly training would become difficult to continue.

Without worldly training, his temperament would be unstable; how could he later pass the Hell Path? He can sometimes protect from the shadows, but some matters require personal experience for growth; outsiders cannot help at all.

On the Douluo Continent, anyone who can ascend to Title Douluo is invariably of steadfast will.

If Tang San is to grow smoothly, he must not be overly intervened; otherwise it will backfire.

Thinking of this, Tang Hao couldn't help but feel his anger toward Yu Xiao Gang lessen a bit; as he said, if Tang San can get through this hurdle without any mental burden, then Tang Hao is certain that when Tang San later ascends to Title Douluo, he will not fail due to an unstable mindset.

However, when he thought of his son's personality, Tang Hao wore a helpless, headache‑filled expression, "Xiao San is sometimes overly proud, even arrogant, and his temperament is impulsive and quick‑tempered. Xiao San, don't end up like your father; I don't want to see you end up the same way I did."

Although many of his son's traits are inherited from him, as a father Tang Hao should be pleased, but at this moment he is full of worry.

If it were he who lost a testicle, Tang Hao isn't sure he could get through it; it would inevitably become a lifelong haunting nightmare.

"Alas, it's also my fault; I didn't educate him properly in his youth, which made him develop this personality," Tang Hao's face couldn't help but show self‑blame.

"But now we must properly guide Xiao San."

Tang Hao turned his body and stared straight at Yu Xiao Gang.

At this moment his expression was no longer gloomy, yet still exuded an un‑angry, imposing aura, making Yu Xiao Gang feel a chill inside.

Fland was also extremely nervous, muttering to himself, "Tang Hao wouldn't be about to beat Xiao Gang, would he? Or perhaps strike him down directly?"

"No, no!" Fland shook his head in his mind, "No matter what, Xiao Gang is still the son under the Thunder Crown; if Tang Hao dares to kill Xiao Gang, he himself won't have a good life."

"Probably it'll be like beating old Zhao, giving Xiao Gang a thrashing, but Xiao Gang only has level‑34 soul power, how could he endure it!"

Fland's gaze at Yu Xiao Gang was full of sympathy, yet he lacked the courage to stand up for his good brother, because the fate of Zhao Wuji last time was too horribly tragic.

"Alas!" Fland sighed, only able to give Yu Xiao Gang a wish‑you‑luck look.

At this moment time seemed to halt; the three all stared with wide eyes, the atmosphere sinking to the utmost gloom.

Fland and Yu Xiao Gang dared not speak first, while Tang Hao, looking at Yu Xiao Gang's rigid face, was filled with countless thoughts.

He was pondering how to speak so that he could maintain authority while allowing Yu Xiao Gang to properly guide Tang San.

After all, he already understood he must not strike Yu Xiao Gang, otherwise he'd invite countless troubles.

And he also knew that he simply wasn't material for teaching children.

In his view, Yu Xiao Gang's instruction to Tang San was far more responsible than his.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help feeling a bit ashamed.

Compared with Yu Xiao Gang, it seemed he had never taught Tang San at all.

Although Yu Xiao Gang was the chief culprit that caused his son to become his current state, at this moment Tang Hao's resentment toward Yu Xiao Gang was gradually diminishing.

Tang Hao couldn't help recalling the scenes of the day, from the competition's start, to Tang San seeing Xiao Wu injured and losing his mind, then being counter‑attacked by his martial soul, being knocked out, and up to now.

Yu Xiao Gang's performance here, from his own perspective, he had to admit Yu Xiao Gang did nothing wrong, and Yu Xiao Gang seemed even more like Tang San's father than he did.

Unconsciously, Tang Hao even began to put himself in Yu Xiao Gang's shoes.

He thought, if he were Tang San's teacher, upon seeing Tang San bleeding from his genitals, he would probably panic and rush to check.

After all, who could have imagined that Tang San would hide concealed weapons there?

This was also Tang Hao's most vexing point; it's truly something a normal person couldn't do.

Thinking about it, Tang Hao couldn't help berating Tang San, "Xiao San! Seriously, why do you keep dangerous concealed weapons there for no reason? And why tie them so tightly?"

At that moment Tang Hao seemed to suddenly understand something, his expression turning a bit awkward, "No wonder Xiao San's there is so small; compared to when he was six, there's not much change, it's unlike me at all—must be because the concealed weapons there affected his development."

"No, we must give him a proper warning; he can't do this again. He's only fourteen now, there should still be a chance for further development."

…

Finally, under Fland and Yu Xiao Gang's tense stare, Tang Hao broke the silence and said, "Master, I've seen this with my own eyes; Xiao San suffered this misfortune, no wonder you… you needn't worry, I'm not that unreasonable."

The two, upon hearing Tang Hao's assurance, instantly let out a sigh of relief; only then did they realize their backs had already been soaked through.

Yu Xiao Gang finally dared to speak, first letting out a long sigh, and then, without noticing Tang Hao's slightly awkward expression, he began to explain on his own.

Tang Hao's initial goodwill toward Yu Xiao Gang vanished by more than half, and he brusquely interrupted, "Master, now is not the time for idle talk!"

"Now is the time to discuss how to help Xiao San remove his psychological barriers!"

"Yes, yes, yes! That's what the Haotian Crown says." Fland, being perceptive, quickly gave Yu Xiao Gang a look.

Then the three began discussing how to guide Tang San.

…From twinkling stars to high noon, Tang Hao, Fland, and Yu Xiao Gang kept holding a discussion on how to persuade Tang San not to feel inferior because he lacked a testicle.

But as noon approached, they still hadn't reached any conclusion.

"Master, aren't you famed for the Horn of Wisdom? How can you not think of any solution?" Tang Hao's face was full of impatience, feeling Yu Xiao Gang was somewhat unworthy of his title.

"…" Yu Xiao Gang wore a look of grievance; his Horn of Wisdom referred to Soul Master theory.

He considered himself adept at advising how Tang San should cultivate his martial soul, but regarding Tang San's testicle issue, he truly couldn't think of any good ideas, as he had never experienced such a tragedy.

"Under the Haotian Crown, please don't rush; we'll keep pondering and surely come up with a good plan," Fland, noticing Yu Xiao Gang's predicament, smiled to defuse the situation.

"How could I not be anxious? Xiao San will wake up soon!" Tang Hao, somewhat agitated, glared fiercely at the two of them.

Whether to say it or not, Tang San truly lives up to being a half‑human, half‑Aluminum bloodline hybrid; even without awakening the Lan Yin Emperor bloodline, his regenerative ability is remarkable.

Tang Hao had long noticed that Tang San's body had almost fully recovered and could awaken at any moment.

"Uh…"

"Third brother, Third brother, open the door quickly, it's Xiao Wu." While Fland and Yu Xiao Gang were racking their brains trying to think of a way to persuade, a coquettish voice of Xiao Wu sounded from outside the house.

Fland and Yu Xiao Gang said nothing, but looked at Tang Hao, the meaning obvious—they were clearly asking whether Tang Hao would let Xiao Wu in, since in their eyes Tang Hao had always been hiding his identity.

"Come in!" Tang Hao said expressionlessly.

Outside, Xiao Wu instantly recognized the deep voice as belonging to Tang Hao, and she was slightly startled, feeling a hint of nervousness.

Although Tang Hao had already revealed his identity to her and promised not to harm her, however much he said, he was still a Title Douluo, and Xiao Wu still felt somewhat uneasy.

Xiao Wu hesitated briefly, then pushed the door and walked in.

However, she did not see her long‑yearned Third brother; instead, three bearded hulks came into her view.

Xiao Wu's heart gave a thud, a bad premonition, and she timidly asked, "Uncle Tang, Dean Fland, Master, why are you all in Third brother's room? Where is Third brother?"

Xiao Wu had fainted before Tang San in yesterday's match, so she didn't know that Tang San had been knocked out by Zhu Zhuqing.

"Little San also fainted and was injured in yesterday's match, and is now resting. Xiao Wu, you mustn't disturb him," Yu Xiao Gang said lightly.

Xiao Wu's heart tightened instantly, her worried expression evident, and as she scanned back and forth, she quickly spotted Tang San lying peacefully on the bed behind the three.

"Third brother~" Xiao Wu called out, sprinting to the bedside, completely forgetting Yu Xiao Gang's warning.

"Damn, it's ruined!" Tang Hao, Fland, and Yu Xiao Gang's hearts leapt; they hadn't expected Xiao Wu to be so reckless—just after telling them not to disturb Tang San, she immediately started shouting.

The three were suddenly plagued with headaches; they weren't truly afraid that Xiao Wu would affect Tang San's rest, but feared she would wake him, since they hadn't yet devised a plan.

Tang Hao wanted to scold Xiao Wu, but seeing her perched on Tang San with tear‑filled eyes, he couldn't bring himself to speak.

The scene reminded him of his wife—A Yin, and he muttered to himself, "Although Xiao Wu is a Soul Beast, a Soul Beast's feelings are even more sincere and pure than a human's..."

His gaze toward Xiao Wu softened with affection; he walked to her side and instinctively reached out to pat her rabbit‑head.

But Xiao Wu sensed Tang Hao's approach, subtly shifted her body, and avoided his palm.

Tang Hao's face instantly stiffened, and he awkwardly withdrew his hand.

"Third brother's father is so sloppy, his beard all scruffy, and reeks of sour stink," Xiao Wu glanced at Tang Hao secretly, muttering to herself.

Just then, Tang San's eyelids twitched, as if he were about to wake.

The moment caught Tang Hao's attention; he turned his head and glared at Fland and Yu Xiao Gang, his gaze seeming to say, "You two hurry up and find a solution, or you'll get nothing good!"

Fland and Yu Xiao Gang wore bitter expressions; they had thought all night without a solution, so how could they have one instantly? When Fland's gaze fell on Tang San, he understood that little time remained for them.

He was anxious; Yu Xiao Gang had Title Douluo's old dad backing him, which might not guarantee anything, but he had no background. If they didn't produce a solution, he would surely be summoned by Tang Hao to the small forest at night.

Fland's eyes shifted from Tang San, becoming fleeting, and suddenly fixed on Xiao Wu.

Since there was no match today, Fland and Yu Xiao Gang had stayed in Tang San's room, without being asked to watch other teams' matches.

Thus, Xiao Wu wasn't wearing the Tian Dou Royal Academy uniform, but her usual pink dress. Though she no longer had the long scorpion braid, only hair falling loosely to just below her waist, she looked even more charming, with a hint of mature elegance compared to before.

Sometimes pressure truly turns into motivation; under Tang Hao's deterrence, Fland actually came up with an idea.

Fland chuckled, his gaze shifting from Xiao Wu, his lips moving as he whispered a suggestion to Yu Xiao Gang and Tang Hao.

"……" After hearing it, the two kept their mouths slightly open, eyes wide, with an expression of disbelief.

Fland, you damn genius!

As for Fland's idea, the two were speechless, not knowing how to evaluate it.

Yu Xiao Gang even began to suspect that Ma Hongjun's sleaziness might not be solely due to his martial soul, but also tied to his good teacher.

As the saying goes, if the upper beam is crooked, the lower beam will be skewed; a mouse's son will burrow, and Fland's disciple will be sleazy.

Indeed, Fland's idea was rather unorthodox, taking a crooked path.

Yu Xiao Gang and Tang Hao—one a sullen gourd, the other a steel straight man—probably would never think of such a method in a lifetime.

If Yu Tianyun were here, he would surely retort, "No wonder the Second Dragon didn't favor Fland; appearance reflects the heart—he's not only cunning in looks but also equally sleazy inside."

However, the two did not immediately reply with a rebuttal.

(End of chapter)