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

Matthew stuck out his tongue and behaved himself.

A middle-aged man stepped forward from the stage and cleared his throat.

His voice was loud and clear, so loud that the entire audience could hear him without needing an amplification device.

"I am the Vice Dean of Notting College, my surname is Zhao. Welcome to all new students."

He briefly introduced the college's history and rules, and then explained the class assignments.

There are three classes in the lower grades, divided according to the type of martial spirit and the level of spirit power.

Tang San was assigned to Class 1, and Matthew was in the same class.

"Now, each class's supervising teacher will lead their students back. From today onwards, you are all official students of Notting College. I hope that each of you can find your own path here."

A young female teacher walked over and waved to the students of Class 1.

She was in her twenties, had a round face, and a very friendly smile.

"Class One students, come with me."

Tang San followed the group into the teaching building.

The classroom is on the first floor, spacious and bright, with more than thirty desks.

Tang San and Matthew found a seat by the window.

The first lesson was on the theory of martial spirits.

The young female teacher stood on the podium, picked up a pointer, and pointed to the martial spirit classification chart on the wall.

"Students, martial spirits are divided into two main categories: weapon martial spirits and beast martial spirits. Weapon martial spirits appear in the form of weapons, such as knives, swords, hammers, and hoes; beast martial spirits appear in the form of animals, such as tigers, wolves, eagles, and snakes."

She paused, her gaze sweeping across the entire class.

"Can anyone tell me which category your martial spirit belongs to?"

Matthew raised his hand, stood up after being called on, and said, "Teacher, my martial soul is a groundhog, a beast martial soul."

"Very good. Is there anything else?"

Tang San didn't raise his hand. He just wanted to listen to the lesson quietly and didn't want to stand out.

But the teacher clearly noticed him.

"And you, the student in the blue shirt?"

Tang San stood up: "Teacher, my martial soul is Blue Silver Grass, a plant-type spirit."

A murmur rippled through the classroom.

Blue Silver Grass – a universally acknowledged useless martial soul.

The young female teacher was also somewhat surprised, but she quickly regained her smile: "Plant-type spirits are a branch of weapon spirits, and they are quite special. Although Blue Silver Grass isn't very powerful, every spirit has its own value."

Tang San nodded and sat down.

Matthew leaned closer and whispered, "Ignore them."

"It's nothing," Tang San said. He genuinely didn't care.

Tang San listened attentively in the following classes.

It wasn't because he thought the course content was particularly profound, but because he was trying to understand the knowledge in his own way.

He would subconsciously compare every point the teacher mentioned on the podium with what he had read in the book the night before.

The teacher teaches the basics, while the book covers advanced topics.

The basics are the skeleton, and the advanced stages are the flesh and blood.

Only by combining the two can a complete understanding be formed.

This is probably the real reason why his father told him to "listen casually".

It's not that we shouldn't listen, but rather that we shouldn't only listen to the school.

There were no classes in the afternoon, so Tang San returned to his dormitory and continued reading.

Matthew lay on the bed, listlessly flipping through his textbook. After a few pages, he tossed it aside and started snoring.

Tang San sat by the window and opened the third chapter of "Research on the Advancement of Plant-type Martial Souls"—"The Relationship between Soul Ring Attributes and Martial Soul Evolution".

"The attributes of the spirit rings determine the direction of the spirit's evolution. Attack-type spirit rings enhance the spirit's attack power, defense-type spirit rings enhance its toughness, speed-type spirit rings improve reaction and mobility. And life-type spirit rings..."

Tang San's finger stopped on this line of text.

"Life-type spirit rings are the most unique of all attributes. They do not directly enhance any combat stat of a spirit, but rather strengthen the spirit's essence. For plant-type spirits, life-type spirit rings can activate the potential deep within the bloodline, prompting the spirit to evolve into a higher form."

Below is a note in A-Yin's handwriting:

"The evolution path of Blue Silver Grass: Ordinary Blue Silver Grass → Hundred-Year Blue Silver Grass → Thousand-Year Blue Silver Grass → Blue Silver Emperor."

"The first three stages only require sufficient life-type soul rings and soul power accumulation for natural evolution."

"The awakening of the Blue Silver Emperor requires bloodline activation."

"The key to activating bloodlines lies in vitality."

"Vitality is not merely the accumulation of soul power and soul rings. It is a primordial power, originating from the heavens and earth, and also from within oneself. When your vitality is strong enough to support the awakening of the royal bloodline, the Blue Silver Emperor will naturally beckon to you."

Tang San read the words several times and memorized them firmly.

vitality.

The ultimate life flow that Dad talked about, and the vitality in A-Yin's annotations, both point in the same direction.

He closed his eyes, sensing the Blue Silver Grass martial soul within his body.

The little grass floated quietly in the sea of ​​soul power, the golden patterns on its leaves glowing faintly, as if responding to something.

"I will."

Tang San spoke in a low voice, as if making a promise to himself, and also as if making a promise to his mother whom he had never met.

He turned to the next page and continued reading.

Outside the window, the setting sun bathed Nottingham College in a warm orange-red hue.

The sound of children playing could be heard in the dormitory corridors, and several older students were practicing martial arts on the playground. In the distance, wisps of smoke rose from the chimney of the cafeteria.

Tang San sat by the window, holding a book, reading it word by word.

Unbeknownst to him, on a small hill outside Nottingham City, Tang Hao was sitting cross-legged on a blue stone, cultivating with his eyes closed.

The perception of a Title Douluo is like an invisible net, covering the entire city of Nottingham.

Tang San is reading a book. Matthew is sleeping.

Children are fighting on the playground.

The cafeteria ladies are preparing dinner.

Everything is peaceful.

Tang Hao opened his eyes, glanced in the direction of Notting Academy, and then closed them again.

With him here, that's enough.

.....

Tang San has been enrolled for three days now.

Life was more peaceful than he had imagined.

As my father said, Nottingham College's curriculum was indeed as basic as it could be.

The Martial Soul Theory teaches the classification of Martial Souls and the basics of Soul Rings. The Soul Power Control course teaches how to guide Soul Power to circulate in the meridians. The Combat Course is even simpler, consisting of nothing more than some basic fist and foot stances.

These things might require repeated practice for ordinary children, but for Tang San, they were really not difficult at all.

He still possessed the martial arts foundation from his previous life in the Tang Clan, and he practiced the Xuan Tian Gong daily without ceasing. He had never neglected his signature skills such as the Purple Demon Eye, Ghost Shadow Tracking, and Xuan Jade Hand.

So he focused most of his energy on the books that Ah Yin had left behind.

During the day, while he appeared to be listening to the lectures, he was actually thinking about the advanced theories in "General Theory of Martial Souls of the Mainland".

Back in his dorm that night, Matthew fell asleep immediately, while Matthew continued to peruse the yellowed pages by the dim light of the soul-guided lamp.

In three days, he had already finished reading two and a half books.

He read every page carefully, and pondered the annotations left by Ah Yin repeatedly.

There was a passage in "Research on the Advancement of Plant-Based Martial Souls" that he read over and over again no less than ten times:

"The true potential of Blue Silver Grass lies not in control, nor in toxins, but in life itself."

"It is the most common plant on the continent, the most resilient, and the most widely distributed."

"If ordinary Blue Silver Grass is like this, then Blue Silver Emperor has pushed the vitality to the extreme."

"Cultivating the Blue Silver Emperor is cultivating the origin of life."

"When your vitality is strong enough, you yourself are the strongest weapon."

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