Douluo: Let Tang San fuse the ten-year spirit ring

Chapter 11 Tang Hao's Poisonous Chicken Soup
Tang San thought for a moment and replied, "The blacksmith who can forge a divine weapon should be the best blacksmith."

This place is different from the world he lived in in his previous life. He had heard from people in the village before that there were magical artifacts in this world. Although he didn't know what the magical artifacts were, but with the word "magic" in it, it must be very awesome.

Tang Hao was stunned. Although he was called a divine general, he couldn't create a divine weapon. In order not to damage his reputation as a divine craftsman, Tang Hao said in a very tough and pretentious manner, "Xiao San, remember, if you can create a divine weapon with top-grade materials, you are not a divine craftsman. At best, you are just a synthesizer.

Only those who can create divine tools with ordinary iron can truly be called divine craftsmen."

“Use ordinary iron to create a divine weapon.” Tang San pondered over this sentence carefully, feeling that listening to Jun’s words was like listening to a conversation.

Then, he looked at Tang Hao with a fiery gaze, "Dad, can you make a divine weapon?"

Tang Hao: "..."

The atmosphere suddenly froze, Tang Hao's face turned black, oh no, he had gone too far.

Embarrassed, Tang Hao had to change the subject, pointing at a large piece of iron and saying, "If you want to learn forging from me and become a qualified blacksmith, then let me see your determination first. From now on, forge it 10,000 times."

After saying that, Tang Hao threw an iron hammer to Tang San and went back to sleep. Tang San then began his forging career.

This dull and boring life lasted for eleven days before some fluctuations appeared.

The village chief of Holy Spirit Village, Old Jack, came to Tang San's house.

"Xiao San, come here, come to grandpa." Old Jack waved at Tang San.

Old Jack is a good man and everyone in the village respects him.

In the past, when Tang San's family was in financial difficulty and had no food to eat, Lao Jie helped them many times.

"Hello Grandpa Jack."

Tang San was very respectful to Old Jack. He remembered all the kindness Old Jack had shown him and secretly decided to repay Old Jack in the future.

"Old Jack, what's up?"

Tang Hao's attitude seemed a little cold, and he didn't mention a word about Old Jack's previous help.

Old Jack didn't care and got down to business. "Three days later, the deacon of the Notting City Wuhun Branch Hall will come to our village in person to help the children awaken their martial spirits. Xiaosan is six years old now, so it's time for him to participate in this year's awakening ceremony."

"Then join us." Tang Hao didn't react.

"Okay, I'll pick up Xiao San in three days."

Old Jack was accustomed to Tang Hao's attitude and did not expect Tang Hao to take Tang San to awaken. He was worried that this drunkard would cause trouble after drinking too much, and it would be bad if he offended the soul masters of the Spirit Hall again.

Tang San raised his dark face and asked: "Grandpa Jack, what is the awakening ceremony?"

Old Jack said seriously: "Each of us has our own martial spirit. When we reach the age of six, after passing the awakening ceremony...

Barabara...

Old Jack never tires of explaining.

……

Three days later, Old Jack took Tang San to awaken his martial spirit early in the morning. Tang Hao was indifferent and slept soundly until almost noon.

When Tang San and Old Jack returned after finishing the awakening ceremony, the blacksmith shop was still quiet.

"Tang Hao, come out." Old Jack knew Tang Hao's character well, and he called out to him as he walked into the house.

As he was old and his legs and feet were not convenient, old Jack wanted to find a chair to sit down, but after looking around the shabby room, he gave up.

"Why are you yelling and disturbing my sleep?" Tang Hao came out of the inner room angrily. Old Jack said unhappily, "Today, in the village awakening ceremony, other children are accompanied by their parents, but look at you."

Hearing this, Tang Hao looked at Tang San, "Xiao San, what is your martial spirit?"

"Dad, it's blue silver grass." Tang San replied.

"Blue Silver Grass?" Tang Hao's expression suddenly became complicated, with sadness and disappointment.

Old Jack didn't notice the change in Tang Hao's expression, and just said: "There is a quota for a work-study student in the village. I gave it to Xiao San. I will send him to the Notting City Junior Soul Master Academy. Our village will pay for the travel expenses."

This was obviously a good thing, and Tang San was immediately ecstatic.

But he never expected that Tang Hao, the father, would vote against it.

"No."

"What did you say?" Old Jack scratched his ears in disbelief, thinking he was hard of hearing.

After repeatedly confirming that he had not heard wrongly, he began to argue with Tang Hao with a red face and thick neck.

In a nutshell, it is about how good it is to be a spirit master. It can lead the village, and Tang San can reach the pinnacle of his life and become a superior person.

Tang Hao was unmoved, he just believed that the Blue Silver Grass was a useless spirit and Tang San couldn't leave, otherwise there would be no one to cook for him.

This made old Jack very angry.

Finally, Tang Hao ordered them to leave.

"This is our family affair. Xiao San is my son. I make the decisions about his affairs. It is not your turn as an outsider to make decisions here. You can leave now."

Old Jack was nearly angry to death, Tang San saw this and hurried to act as a peacemaker, saying that he would not go to the Soul Master Academy, but would stay in the village to be a blacksmith.

Old Jack left angrily, and before leaving, he left a message for Tang Hao, giving Tang Hao three months to think it over carefully.

Seeing Tang San's obvious disappointment, Tang Hao asked, "Do you want to become a spirit master?"

Tang San was stunned for a moment, "It's okay, Dad. Being a blacksmith is also good. It can also support the family. And don't you want to teach me forging?"

"Soul master? What's wrong with a soul master? Not to mention it's just a useless martial soul. Even if it's the most powerful martial soul, what can the most powerful soul master do? In the end, it's still just a waste." Unconsciously, Tang Hao had clenched his fists, and coldness and hatred appeared on his rough old face.

Tang San even saw that Tang Hao's body was shaking. This was the first time in so many years that he saw his father so excited.

Seeing this, Tang San hurriedly went over to calm Tang Hao's emotions. Tang Hao's emotions came and went quickly.

"Xiao San, show me your martial spirit."

"Okay." Tang San nodded and raised his right hand. A light blue halo flashed in his palm, and then a blue grass emerged.

He stared at the blue silver grass in Tang San's hand, and for a moment he seemed to have his soul leave his body, and the whole person fell into a daze. His eyes were firmly attracted by the blue silver grass that looked ordinary but exuded a mysterious aura, and he was absent-minded for a while.

His lips trembled slightly as he began to talk to himself. His voice was low and subtle, "Blue Silver Grass, just like hers."

Suddenly, Tang Hao stood up abruptly, left Tang San and walked towards the inner room. His rough movement almost made Tang San fall, and the blue silver grass in his hand disappeared.

"dad."

"Shut up and don't bother me." His tone was very impatient. As he spoke, Tang Hao had already lifted the door curtain and entered the inner room.

"But I still have a martial soul." Tang San thought his father was disappointed and told him his little secret.

(End of this chapter)