Douluo: Martial Soul Research Diary

Chapter 115 Conversation
"Mistress!" The voice came from behind.

Tang San's attempt to ambush the referee was interrupted by this voice.

Someone called out to him, and a spotlight shone on him, making it inconvenient to use his hidden weapons.

Concealed weapons are ultimately sneaky and underhanded things, hardly worthy of being considered refined or elegant.

"Who?" Tang San turned his head and looked at the person who had come.

This is a middle-aged man who is dressed in rags but has an extremely robust physique.

Even Zhao Wuji of Shrek Academy is not as strong and muscular as him.

The gray-black cloak connected to the brim of the hood, obscuring his face, and Tang San did not immediately recognize him.

"it's me!"

The middle-aged man slightly lifted the brim of his hat.

"Father?" It was Tang Hao.

Tang Hao put his hat back on, covering his face, and said to Tang San:

"Come with me, it's not convenient to talk here."

In the audience, Han Tao noticed everything had changed.

Tang Hao's appearance was quite unexpected for him.

Han Tao didn't plan to go up and greet him, nor did he plan to report him to the Spirit Hall. All the spirit masters here combined might not be enough to defeat Tang Hao.

He immediately made up his mind: "Run!"

The soul bone of the 100,000-year-old Blue Silver Emperor is located in his right leg; he must not let Tang Hao discover it.

Concealing his presence, he disappeared into the bustling crowd.

While Han Tao was escaping, Tang Hao also took Tang San to a quiet forest.

His eyes were fixed on Tang San: "Little San, what were you planning to do just now?"

Tang San was very "filial" and respected his father Tang Hao. He told the truth: "The referee didn't allow me to use hidden weapons, so we lost the match."

"Since he is my enemy, I cannot be soft on my enemies, otherwise I will only cause more trouble."

Referee, you've already committed suicide!
Tang Hao didn't understand, but he was greatly shocked.

Even he, a Title Douluo of immense strength, would not treat the lives of others as worthless as Tang San.

His gaze towards Tang San carried a peculiar meaning: "Perhaps."

Tang San is not his child.

The titled Douluo is not an idiot. As a father, Tang Hao pays attention to his child at all times.

Tang San's thinking and actions cannot be simply described as precocious, so he set a test for him:

Let's not cook for Tang San and see how he handles it.

What father would stand by and watch his child starve to death just because he's lazy? It's completely illogical; even novels wouldn't dare to be this outrageous.

"Sigh!" Tang Hao sighed.

He once tried to deceive himself.

Tang Hao thought of a reason: "His precocious talent might be due to the Blue Silver Emperor bloodline, and the inherited memories at play."

Tang San's second year of school,

Tang Hao left Holy Soul Village and headed to Star Dou Great Forest to find the Blue Silver King and verify the truth.

The Blue Silver King and the Blue Silver Grass were exactly the same, and he searched for a long time but could not find any trace of it.

The same thing happens every year.
This continued for two years, then three, then four.

Until the fifth year: "Tang Hao!"

Stop right there!
The long-awaited voice of the Blue Silver King.

The sound came from all directions, but the loudest sound came from beneath my feet, from a five-thousand-year-old Blue Silver Grass.

Blue Silver Grass was originally worthless, but recently, for some unknown reason, there have been people buying it on the market, making the thousand-year-old Blue Silver Grass extremely expensive.

Tang Hao sold one plant.

The other party offered a high price of 500 gold soul coins, and Tang Hao was extremely grateful for their generosity. After exchanging the money, he bought a lot of drinks.

Han Tao's offer for the Thousand-Year Blue Silver Grass is 20,000, with no upper limit!

At that moment, another Blue Silver Grass appeared beneath Tang Hao's feet.

"Good stuff!" Tang Hao's eyes lit up.

The Blue Silver King didn't come out, and it didn't dare to either. These Soul Masters are really going too far these days, capturing Blue Silver Grass and selling it for money. It's also Blue Silver Grass, and it's scared.
The reason why Tang Hao has been unable to find the Blue Silver King all these years is because of this.

"What do you want to do?" The voices continued to come from all directions.

The Blue Silver King used the domain link to transmit information to Tang Hao through other Blue Silver Grasses, not daring to reveal its location.

Tang Hao squatted down: "I have a question."

"A question that has troubled me for five years: Will the child born from a 100,000-year-old Blue Silver Emperor and a Soul Master have the inherited memories of a Soul Beast?"

"No!" Blue Silver King gave the answer.

The truth is always cruel and despairing.

Tang Hao lowered his head in dejection, trying to console himself: "In the end, it's just something insignificant."

"As long as Tang San's martial soul is the Clear Sky Hammer, even if he is not my child, he is still a member of the Clear Sky Sect."

The interests of the sect outweigh personal kinship.

Thinking about it this way, it doesn't seem so sad anymore.

So Tang Hao cheered up.

He plucked a piece of the thousand-year-old blue silver grass from the ground, intending to sell it on the black market and then use the money to buy some drinks and have some fun.

Blue Silver King was very angry.

But there was nothing it could do. Tang Hao was a Title Douluo, and it couldn't beat him in a fight, nor would he listen to reason. It was truly damnable!

"Child, to pass on memories?"

It seems to have considered some possibilities.

The promise made by the Blue Silver Emperor flashed through its mind, but this time, it chose to refuse: "You idiot!"

"You want me to awaken your son's bloodline? You're dreaming!"

Tang Hao found the child. Tang San was holding a hidden weapon, looking at the referee with a malicious gaze.

Tang San said this referee had a "path to certain death."

Not killing him will only cause more trouble.

Tang Hao's worldview was shattered, and he felt incredibly overwhelmed. He immediately asked, "Just for such a ridiculous reason, you want to kill him?"

He continued, using both words and actions to teach a lesson: "Mistress, have you ever thought about what the consequences would be if you were discovered?"

Hearing this, Tang San smiled and said, "Don't be afraid!"

“My master is Yu Xiaogang. He has the Pope’s decree and can handle everything.”

Just before going on stage, Master Yu Xiaogang was showing off his knowledge in front of Tang San. I vaguely remember Yu Xiaogang's arrogant and overbearing demeanor.
This kind of arrogance that disregards everything is something Tang San could never have longed for in his previous life!
Therefore, Tang San thought, "It's nothing more than ambushing and killing a referee; it's not a big deal."

Tang Hao paused, speechless with emotion.

Suddenly I started to doubt my own decisions.

"Is it really the right thing to let the Grandmaster teach Tang San?"

"Theoretical Master" is a title Yu Xiaogang calls himself. He has been boasting about it for a long time, and many Soul Masters have taken it seriously, including Yu Xiaogang himself.

"He can't handle it!" Tang Hao said firmly.

He was still wanted by the Spirit Hall, and as a wanted criminal, he was well aware of the Spirit Hall's power.

"really?"

A flicker of hesitation crossed his eyes: "But..."

Tang Hao remained silent, letting his strength prove his absolute correctness.

A powerful aura, surpassing even that of a Title Douluo, began to emanate from his body.

Soul power surged and churned, carrying dust outwards and echoing in every corner of the dense forest.

"Title Douluo!"

Han Tao was very, very far away from the dense forest.

Once at a safe distance, Han Tao looked back and spotted the dense forest where the two had been:

"Has Tang Hao had another episode?"

"Why unleash the aura of a Title Douluo when you have nothing better to do?"

Han Tao didn't care about his illness.

But if Xiao Wu is scared away, the information I provide to the Spirit Hall will be ineffective, which is not ideal.

(End of this chapter)