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

This passage, along with Ah Yin's annotations, corroborated each other, giving Tang San a deeper understanding of the ultimate life flow proposed by his father.

It's not about not attacking or not controlling, but about first and foremost doing our best to stay alive.

You can only produce something if you're alive.

Only by living can you have everything.

This principle is remarkably similar to the one he learned in his previous life at the Tang Clan: "Where there's life, there's hope."

Tang San put the book back into his ring and rubbed his slightly sore eyes.

Outside the window, a crescent moon hung in the night sky over Nottingham, with sparse starlight.

A few barks came from afar, then silence fell again.

Matthew's snoring echoed behind me, rising and falling like an off-key lullaby.

Tang San smiled, lay down, and closed his eyes.

I have classes tomorrow and books to read.

Life goes on like this, it's fine.

Tang Hao has been staying on a small hill outside Nottingham City for the past few days.

The hill isn't high, but the location is good, offering a panoramic view of the entire city of Nottingham.

He sat cross-legged on a blue stone, his Title Douluo perception like an invisible net, silently covering an area of ​​dozens of miles.

He was aware of the movements of every Soul Master in Notting City.

This isn't some advanced technique.

For a titled Douluo-level expert, having their perception cover an entire small city is a basic skill.

What truly kept him on guard was not the great soul masters and soul masters in Notting City, but the spies that the Spirit Hall might have sent out.

Tang San has been in school for three days, and everything is going smoothly.

Yu Xiaogang is out and has not yet returned.

There weren't any noteworthy figures at the school.

The teachers were several intermediate-level Soul Masters, the highest level of whom was only four Soul Rings, posing no threat to Tang San.

The classmates were all ordinary kids. Although Matthew, that chubby little guy, was a bit simple-minded, he was still quite friendly to Tang San.

Tang Hao's lips curled up slightly, and he relaxed a little.

He closed his eyes and continued his cultivation.

The cultivation of a Title Douluo is a long process.

After level 95, each level advancement requires a large accumulation of soul power and an understanding of the laws of heaven and earth.

Tang Hao has been stuck at level 95 for several years, and the hidden injuries in his body are one of the main reasons.

However, since he bound himself to the system, he felt that his hidden injuries were being slowly repaired.

The passive effects of the Sound Martial Soul are not only reflected in battle.

That vitality seemed to be subtly nourishing his body.

"At this rate, the hidden injuries should be almost healed in another year or two," Tang Hao muttered to himself.

By then, his strength will have reached another level.

Just then, his senses suddenly detected an unusual fluctuation.

Tang Hao suddenly opened his eyes, his gaze sharp as lightning, shooting towards the east gate of Nottingham City.

The fluctuation was so subtle that ordinary people couldn't even perceive it.

But Tang Hao was a Title Douluo, and he was extremely familiar with the aura of soul beasts.

In particular, the special fluctuations of a 100,000-year-old soul beast after it took human form were exactly the same as those of Ah Yin back then.

His pupils contracted slightly.

"This is……"

Its senses quickly focused, locking onto a small path outside the East Gate.

A figure appeared in his perception.

The little girl, with her hair in a scorpion braid and wearing a pink dress, skipped and hopped towards Nottingham.

Xiao Wu.

Tang Hao frowned.

"That's not right," he said in a low voice. "According to the original timeline, she should have arrived in Notting City more than two months later to enroll with Tang San. How come she's like this now..."

He was silent for a few seconds, and a thought flashed through his mind.

The Butterfly Effect.

He time-traveled, and Tang San enrolled in school three months early.

These changes spread outwards like ripples on water, affecting events that were originally supposed to happen two months later.

Xiao Wu's early arrival was one of them.

Tang Hao's brows slowly relaxed.

"Alright."

He closed his eyes again, his senses still locked onto that small figure.

A 100,000-year-old soul beast in human form, she was just an ordinary little girl in the eyes of ordinary people, but in the perception of a Title Douluo, her aura was as conspicuous as a torch in the dark night.

"It's good that we arrived early," Tang Hao murmured. "Anyway, everything is under control."

He did not take any immediate action, but simply continued to observe.

Xiao Wu entered Nottingham City and looked around for a while, seemingly looking for her way.

Her goal was clear—Notting College.

Tang Hao watched her walk all the way to the academy gate, exchange a few words with the gatekeeper, and then be led inside.

"They really came for Notting Academy." Tang Hao leaned against the bluestone, lost in thought.

In the original story, Xiao Wu and Tang San met at Notting Academy.

Xiao Wu disguises herself as a human girl and infiltrates the academy to learn about the human world.

They met under unusual circumstances, but eventually became sworn siblings with Tang San in the back mountains of Holy Soul Village.

Now that Tang San has enrolled in school ahead of schedule, Xiao Wu has also arrived ahead of schedule.

Their paths eventually intersected at Notting College.

Tang Hao's lips curled up slightly, the curve somewhat complicated.

"San'er, San'er, your luck with women is truly unstoppable."

He didn't mean to stop it.

Xiao Wu's feelings for Tang San are genuine, and he is well aware of that.

A 100,000-year-old soul beast transformed into human form, abandoning its 100,000-year cultivation, just to be able to live, fall in love, and have children like a human.

This courage and determination deserve respect.

but--

Tang Hao's eyes sharpened.

If things deviate from his bottom line, he doesn't mind intervening.

"Rabbit spirit," he whispered, as if speaking to someone who wasn't there, "You'd better not cause any trouble."

In her mind's eye, Xiao Wu had already been led into the admissions office.

Tang Hao withdrew his senses and closed his eyes again.

Silence returned to the hilltop.

An autumn breeze swept by, swirling a few withered leaves around the bluestone.

Nottingham College, Admissions Office.

Teacher Lin looked up at the little girl with scorpion braids in front of her, her expression somewhat subtle.

What day is it today? Why are all the people who signed up being six-year-old, one-ring Soul Masters?

"What's your name?"

"Xiao Wu." The little girl smiled, her eyes curving into crescent shapes, looking lively and clever.

"Martial Soul?"

Xiao Wu stretched out her right hand, and a white, soft-boned rabbit emerged from her palm, fluffy and with its ears standing straight up.

A yellow spirit ring rose from beneath her feet and slowly rotated.

Teacher Lin raised her eyebrows slightly.

Another century-old spirit ring. And it's a beast spirit spirit.

"What is a Soul Skill?"

"A bent waist," Xiao Wu thought for a moment and added, "It's like... kicking people with your feet."

Teacher Lin nodded and didn't ask any further questions.

Beast Martial Souls possess a wide variety of unique Soul Skills. While the name "Waist Bow" may sound ordinary, the power of the skills attached to a hundred-year Soul Ring is not insignificant.

"Innate soul power?"

"Full."

Teacher Lin paused for a moment.

Innate full soul power. Yet another one.

She had been at Notting Academy for so many years, and she hadn't seen a single student with innate full soul power in a year.

Today was even worse; two came in a row.

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