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

Life at Notting College passed uneventfully for five days.

Tang San went to class, read books, and cultivated every day in a routine manner, living a fulfilling and peaceful life.

He has already read three of the books left by Ah Yin, and has taken detailed notes on each one. He can even recite some of the important passages.

Matthew is still the same as always: dozing off in class, snacking after class, and going straight to bed at night.

The only change is that he has recently started pestering Tang San about cultivation.

"Tang San, do you think it's possible for my groundhog spirit to evolve?" Matthew asked, leaning on the table with an expectant look on his face.

Tang San thought for a moment: "Theoretically, it's possible. Martial Soul evolution requires suitable spirit rings and sufficient spirit power accumulation. Although your groundhog is ordinary, as long as the spirit rings are properly matched, it may not be impossible for it to evolve."

Matthew's eyes lit up: "Really?"

"Really." Tang San nodded. "But you only have one spirit ring right now, it's too early to think about these things. Focus on building a solid foundation first."

Matthew nodded thoughtfully, then took an apple out of his pocket and took a bite.

Tang San smiled helplessly and continued reading.

Unbeknownst to him, a sudden change was quietly approaching.

Outside the east gate of Nottingham, a middle-aged man walked in, looking travel-worn.

He was in his forties, with a thin face, wearing a faded gray robe, and carrying an old leather suitcase.

His hair was a little messy, and his eyes were sunken, making him look like he had been traveling for a long time.

But his eyes were very bright.

That's the kind of brilliance that only those who constantly think and explore can possess.

Sharp, focused, and with an almost obsessive passion.

Yu Xiaogang.

Known as "Master", he is a researcher of martial spirit theory who has devoted his life to studying the evolutionary laws of martial spirits and the theory of spirit ring matching.

His martial soul was Luo Sanpao, a failed mutation. He never broke through level 30 in his lifetime, but his mastery of martial soul theory was among the best in the entire continent.

Unfortunately, no matter how strong the theory is, it cannot change one fact.

He needs a successful case to prove his theory.

Over the past five years, he has traveled to cities large and small throughout the Heaven Dou Empire, searching for promising talents and trying to find a student who can perfectly match his theories.

But how easy is it to find a genius with innate full soul power?

Even if he finds someone, they might not be willing to become his apprentice.

He had originally planned to conduct research in a city in the south, but on the way, he heard that Notting College had some promising students this year, so he turned back ahead of schedule.

"I hope I don't leave empty-handed this time," Yu Xiaogang muttered to himself, quickening his pace.

Nottingham College, Dean's Office.

The dean was a man in his fifties, surnamed Wang, with gray hair and a kind face.

He served as the dean of Notting College for twenty years and had seen countless students, but such promising talents as this year are truly rare.

"Master, you're back?" Dean Wang stood up and greeted him with a smile.

"Hmm." Yu Xiaogang put down his suitcase and sat down in a chair. "I heard there are a few good students this year?"

Dean Wang nodded, took out a roster from the drawer, and turned to the latest page.

"Two people with innate full soul power."

Yu Xiaogang's eyes lit up instantly.

"two?"

"Yes. One is named Tang San, six years old, his spirit is Blue Silver Grass, his first spirit ring is a hundred years old, and his spirit skill is healing. The other is named Xiao Wu, also six years old, her spirit is Soft Bone Rabbit, her first spirit ring is a hundred years old, and her spirit skill is Waist Bow."

Yu Xiaogang took the roster and his gaze fell on the name "Tang San".

Blue Silver Grass.

Innate full soul power.

His fingers trembled slightly.

It wasn't because of excitement, but because of an almost ecstatic thrill.

Blue Silver Grass is widely considered a useless martial soul.

However, he proposed a theory ten years ago: a useless martial spirit is not necessarily truly useless; it's just that no one has found the right way to cultivate it.

If Blue Silver Grass is paired with suitable spirit rings, its potential may far exceed most people's imagination.

He wrote a paper detailing the possibility of cultivating Blue Silver Grass, but it was scoffed at by the experts from the Spirit Hall.

No one believed him, and no one was willing to give him a chance to prove his theory.

Now, a Blue Silver Grass Soul Master with innate full soul power is right in front of him.

"These two students," Yu Xiaogang put down the roster, his voice a little hoarse, "I want to see them."

Dean Wang hesitated for a moment: "Master, you mean...?"

"I'll take on apprentices." Yu Xiaogang's tone left no room for argument. "I need to test my theory. These two children are the best test subjects."

The words "experimental subjects" made Dean Wang frown slightly.

But he didn't say anything.

The master's reputation speaks for itself. Although his theory of martial spirits has never been proven, his research does have some reference value.

"I can arrange it for you," Dean Wang said, "but there's one problem."

"What's the problem?"

"That student named Tang San came to school alone. His father didn't show up, nor did he leave any contact information. I'm not sure if he'll agree to become his disciple."

Yu Xiaogang waved his hand: "You don't need to worry about that. I'll talk to him myself."

Dean Wang nodded and said nothing more.

That afternoon, Tang San was summoned to the dean's office.

When he pushed the door open, he saw two people sitting in the office.

One was Dean Wang, and the other was an unfamiliar middle-aged man, wearing a gray robe, with a thin face and sharp eyes.

Tang San's intuition immediately sounded the alarm.

This person is not simple.

"You're Tang San?" Yu Xiaogang stood up and looked him up and down.

"Yes," Tang San replied neither humbly nor arrogantly.

"Release your martial spirit and let me see it."

Tang San did not do it immediately.

He glanced at Dean Wang, who nodded at him, indicating that he should do as he was told.

Tang San raised his right hand, and Blue Silver Grass appeared in his palm.

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

Yu Xiaogang stared intently at the Blue Silver Grass, as if he were looking at a rare treasure.

"The golden veins on the leaves..." he murmured to himself, "These are signs of the Blue Silver Grass's mutation. Innate full soul power, a hundred-year soul ring, a healing-type soul skill—interesting, very interesting."

He walked around Tang San once, becoming more and more satisfied with what he saw.

"Tang San, do you know how much potential your Blue Silver Grass has?"

Tang San shook his head.

"It's bigger than you can imagine." Yu Xiaogang's eyes shone brightly. "Although Blue Silver Grass is generally considered a useless martial soul, that's based on a flawed premise—people believe it has no value in cultivation, so no one has ever seriously studied its cultivation methods. But I'm different. I've studied martial soul theory for thirty years and have a complete Blue Silver Grass cultivation plan."

He paused, his gaze fixed intently on Tang San.

"Learn from me. I will train you to become the strongest Blue Silver Grass Soul Master on the continent."

Tang San remained silent for a moment.

He remembered his father's words.

Truly capable people don't take on apprentices casually; those who come up to them on their own are mostly just trying to fool people.

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