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

Tang San didn't explain further.

His gaze fell on Matthew's white spirit ring, but what he was thinking about was what his father had said—"Your Blue Silver Grass is no ordinary Blue Silver Grass; the path you walk is destined to be different from everyone else's."

Matthew is an ordinary person, living an ordinary life. But he is not.

But that doesn't stop him from making friends with ordinary people.

"What is your soul skill?" Matthew asked curiously.

"It's a healing type," Tang San replied simply, without demonstrating it.

"A healing type?" Matthew was even more surprised. "Blue Silver Grass can have a healing type? I always thought Blue Silver Grass was only good for firewood."

Tang San smiled, not angry.

"Then we'll be roommates from now on!" Matthew patted his chest. "Don't worry, with me here, no one will dare to bully you."

Tang San looked at Matthew's round figure and simple-minded expression and found it somewhat amusing.

"Okay, then I'll leave it to you."

After settling in, Tang San didn't rush out for a stroll. Instead, he sat on the bed and probed his consciousness into the blue ring on his finger.

The 100-cubic-meter space is neatly filled with more than a dozen bookshelves.

He casually picked up a book with a yellowed cover, on which was written in neat handwriting: "A General Treatise on Martial Souls of the Mainland".

The first page contains a preface:

"Martial spirits are the essence of heaven and earth, the foundation of all living beings. Humans possess martial spirits, beasts possess spirit rings, all things possess spirits, and all can attain enlightenment..."

Tang San's attention was immediately drawn to it.

The contents of this book were far more profound than any knowledge he had heard in Holy Soul Village.

It not only explains the classification and characteristics of martial spirits, but also discusses in detail the principles of martial spirit evolution, the theoretical basis of spirit ring matching, and even the formation mechanism of spirit bones.

There were many handwritten annotations in the corners of the pages, the handwriting was neat and beautiful, and they were obviously left by Ah Yin.

"Blue Silver Grass is a plant-based martial soul, its foundation lies in its vitality. As long as the vitality is inexhaustible, the martial soul will never perish."

"The stacking effect of life-type spirit rings: Each additional life-type spirit ring increases the effect of the preceding spirit ring by about 5%-10%. If all nine rings are life-type, the overall effect increases exponentially."

Tang San's eyes widened even more.

Exponential growth—this means that if all nine of his spirit rings follow the life-type path, the final effect will not be a simple addition, but a multiplication, or even an exponential one.

He eagerly flipped to the second book—"Research on the Advancement of Plant-Based Martial Souls".

This book is more professional, detailing the evolution paths of various plant-type martial souls, their soul ring pairing schemes, and the legendary top-tier plant-type martial soul—the Blue Silver Emperor.

"Blue Silver Emperor, the king of plants, can only awaken after a 100,000-year-old Blue Silver Grass has transformed."

After awakening, the martial soul's form transformed from 'grass' to 'emperor,' its vitality surged, its controllable range expanded a hundredfold, and it possessed the rudiments of a domain...

Tang San held the book and read it word by word, afraid of missing any details.

"Conditions for awakening the Blue Silver Emperor: 1. Soul power reaches level 40 or above; 2. Absorb at least four life-type soul rings; 3. Bloodline activation. Bloodline activation requires a descendant of the Blue Silver Emperor bloodline to be guided through a specific method in an environment with extremely abundant life force..."

Blood vessels activated.

Tang San looked down at his palm.

Blue Silver Grass emerged, its golden veins on the leaves faintly visible under the light.

This is the mark of the Blue Silver Emperor's bloodline. My father told me.

He continued reading until it got dark, when Matthew returned from outside carrying two lunchboxes.

"Tang San? Tang San!" Matthew's voice pulled him from his sea of ​​books. "What are you daydreaming about? Dinner's ready!"

Tang San looked up and found that the room was so dark that he could no longer see the words.

He rubbed his eyes and took the lunchbox.

"Thanks."

"No need to thank me, it was just a small favor."

Matthew sat on the bed, opened the lunchbox, which contained rice, stir-fried vegetables, and a small piece of meat. "What were you looking at just now? You seemed so engrossed."

Tang San hesitated for a moment, then closed the book and placed it on the bedside table.

"Some...old books from home."

Matthew didn't ask any more questions and buried his head in his rice.

Tang San also opened his lunchbox and began to eat slowly.

The food was so-so, not as good as Wangyuelou, but much better than the simple meals at home in Shenghun Village.

"Tang San," Matthew mumbled, his mouth full of food, "do you know how to go to class tomorrow?"

"I don't know. We'll find out when we go tomorrow."

"I heard that the lower grades mainly teach soul power control and basic combat," Matthew said, "as well as martial soul theory and stuff. My brother used to study here, and he said it's pretty simple."

Tang San nodded.

My father once said that you can just listen to the classes at school casually, but the real essence is in the books.

But he didn't intend to be completely perfunctory—listening to lectures is one thing, but understanding them and combining them with the knowledge in the book is another.

"Matthew," Tang San suddenly asked, "why did you want to become a Soul Master?"

Matthew paused for a moment, then scratched his head: "Because my dad is a Soul Master. He said our family has been Soul Masters for three generations, and it can't end with me. Actually, I... don't really have any particular thoughts about it."

He paused, then asked in return, "And you?"

Tang San thought for a moment.

"To protect those who are important to me."

Matthew looked at him, seemingly surprised that a six-year-old child would say such a thing.

"You don't talk like a child," Matthew muttered, then grinned. "But it's good. I'll protect my parents from now on."

The two boys smiled at each other.

Outside the window, night fell over Nottingham, and the stars began to twinkle one by one.

The next morning, Tang San was awakened by a series of urgent knocks on the door.

"Freshmen! Wake up! Assemble on the playground!"

A gruff voice came from outside the door, carrying an unquestionable sense of command.

Tang San immediately woke up, rolled out of bed, and quickly got dressed.

Matthew was still groaning and tossing and turning in bed when Tang San gave him a nudge.

"Get up, assemble!"

"Just five more minutes of sleep..."

"If I sleep any longer, I'll be late."

Matthew reluctantly got up, rubbing his eyes as he dressed.

The two of them packed up and jogged out of the dormitory building.

There were already quite a few people standing on the playground.

Dozens of children, around six or seven years old, gathered in twos and threes. Some were chatting, some were yawning, and some were looking around curiously.

A simple wooden platform was set up in front of the playground, and several adults stood on it, wearing Notting College's standard robes.

Tang San and Matthew found a spot to stand.

Matthew looked around curiously, curious about everything.

"Look at that girl, she has such long hair." Matthew pointed to a girl with a ponytail in front of him.

Tang San followed his gaze, glanced at him, and then looked away.

"And that one, so skinny he's like a bamboo pole."

"Matthew," Tang San said in a low voice, "don't point fingers."

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