Douluo Continent: Reborn Tang Hao, the strongest dad carries a sound system

After the certification process at the Notting City Spirit Branch Hall concluded, Tang Hao did not take Tang San back to Holy Spirit Village.

The father and son walked on the streets of Notting City. Tang San held the bronze Soul Master badge in his hand, glancing down at it from time to time with a smile on his lips.

No matter how composed a six-year-old child may be, they can't help but feel happy when they receive their first official identity document.

"Dad, where are we going now?" Tang San asked, looking up.

"Notting College," Tang Hao said. "Aren't you going to school? Let's get your enrollment done today."

Tang San was taken aback: "So fast?"

Tang Hao didn't explain, he just strode forward.

His idea was simple.

Since the decision has been made to send Tang San to the academy, there's no need to go back to Holy Soul Village again.

Once the certification is complete, you can enroll directly – quick and easy.

As for the junk in the house, there's nothing worth taking with you.

He always carried his truly valuable items with him.

Tang Hao stopped when he reached a quiet alley.

He crouched down to be at eye level with Tang San and took something out of his pocket.

It was a ring.

The ring has a warm blue hue, as if a deep sea has been frozen onto it.

The ring's surface shimmers with a subtle luster, and upon closer inspection, one can see countless fine silver lines inside, layered like ocean waves.

The ring has no superfluous decorations, yet it possesses a natural and unpretentious beauty.

Tang San was captivated by the ring.

It's not because of its exquisite craftsmanship, but because of the aura it exudes.

It is warm and gentle, like the sunshine in spring, or like a mother's hand.

He didn't know why he had this feeling, but he just felt... the ring was very warm.

"This is your mother's," Tang Hao said, his voice much lower than usual.

Tang San's body trembled slightly.

"Your mother's name is Ah Yin." Tang Hao placed the ring in Tang San's palm. "She was the incarnation of the Blue Silver Emperor, a 100,000-year-old soul beast who transformed into human form. She met me, fell in love with me, and then you came into being."

Tang San held the ring, his fingers trembling slightly.

The ring felt warm to the touch, as if it still held a trace of life.

"And then?" he asked in a low voice.

"Later..." Tang Hao took a deep breath, "The Spirit Hall discovered her identity. They wanted her spirit ring and spirit bone. Your mother and I were being hunted down, and she risked her life to save us—"

He paused for a moment, his eyes as dark as an abyss.

"It was sacrificed."

Each of those three words seemed to be squeezed out from between their teeth.

Tang San's eyes reddened.

Although he had never met his mother, holding this ring now, the feeling of blood connection made his chest feel tight, as if something was blocking it.

"This ring is what she left for you." Tang Hao's voice regained some calmness. "She forged it herself with the power of the Blue Silver Emperor and a piece of extraterrestrial meteorite iron when she was still alive. It's a storage soul tool with a space of one hundred cubic meters inside."

Tang San carefully sensed the inside of the ring and his eyes widened instantly.

One hundred cubic meters.

In his previous life, he had been in the Tang Sect and had seen many storage items, but the largest of them was only a few cubic meters.

What does 100 cubic meters mean?

That's a space big enough to fit an entire room.

In this world, storage soul tools are rare items, let alone those with a capacity of one hundred cubic meters.

The value of this ring is probably equivalent to that of a city.

"There are some things inside," Tang Hao said. "Books your mother collected back then. Secrets of the continent, theories of martial spirits, plant illustrations, herbalism, miscellaneous notes on the cultivation techniques of various sects—some were compiled by her herself, and some were... brought from my Clear Sky Sect."

He paused, then added, "These books are not available outside. Some of their contents are even unknown to the Spirit Hall's library."

Tang San's consciousness probed into the ring's space, and what he saw were rows of neat bookshelves filled with all kinds of books.

Paper, bamboo slips, and animal skin scrolls.

They come in various materials, some of which have yellowed and are obviously quite old.

"Just listen to whatever you feel like in the school classes."

Tang Hao's tone became serious. "The real essence is in these books."

Tang San raised his head and looked into his father's eyes.

"Does Dad mean... schoolwork isn't important?"

"It's not that it's unimportant, it's just not enough," Tang Hao said. "A place like Notting Academy teaches the most basic things. That's enough for ordinary kids, but for you—"

He stretched out his finger and tapped Tang San's chest.

"—That's not enough. You have better resources, why waste time on such superficial things?"

Tang San looked down at the blue ring on his hand, then at his father.

"I understand, Dad. I'll listen to the lessons at school, but I'll spend more time reading these books."

Tang Hao nodded in satisfaction.

"There's one more thing." His expression grew more serious. "At school, if someone wants to take you on as a student—"

"I know, Dad," Tang San continued, "I won't become an apprentice, no matter how eloquently the other party tries to persuade me."

Tang Hao was stunned for a moment, then smiled.

Just remember that.

He stood up and dusted off his knees.

"Let's go. To Notting College."

Nottingham College is located in the eastern part of Nottingham City and occupies a considerable area.

A gray wall surrounds the entire campus, and the main gate is a stone archway with the words "Notting College" engraved above it.

There are two stone lions at the entrance. Although they are not as grand as the Soul Master Academy in big cities, they are considered respectable in Notting City.

Tang Hao didn't go inside, but sat down at a tea stall across the street.

"San'er, go in by yourself."

Tang San nodded; he was already used to it—his father couldn't easily appear in formal settings.

"When you register, just say you are a newly certified first-ring Soul Master with a Blue Silver Grass Martial Soul and Healing-type Soul Skills. You want to enroll."

"I understand, Dad."

"After you register, the academy should arrange accommodation," Tang Hao thought for a moment. "I'll pick you up regularly. Then—"

He stretched out his hand, and a small phantom of the Haotian Hammer appeared in his palm.

"I'll teach you the real skills."

Tang San's eyes lit up, and he nodded vigorously.

He turned and walked toward the gates of Notting College, then looked back after a few steps.

Tang Hao sat at the tea stall and waved to him.

Tang San took a deep breath and stepped into Notting Academy.

Tang San easily found the Notting Academy's admissions office on the first floor.

The person in charge of admissions was a middle-aged female Soul Master surnamed Lin, around forty years old, with a serious face and seemingly unapproachable.

She was organizing documents with her head down when she heard footsteps and then looked up.

"Little friend, who are you looking for?"

"Hello teacher, I would like to enroll."

Teacher Lin looked him up and down.

The six-year-old child, dressed in a clean and tidy blue robe, stood alone at the door, neither timid nor ostentatious.

"Are you a Soul Master?"

Tang San released his Blue Silver Grass martial soul, and a yellow spirit ring rose from his feet.

Teacher Lin's expression changed slightly.

A six-year-old Soul Master with one ring is a rare sight in Notting City.

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