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

"Master," Tang San said calmly, "thank you for your kindness. But I have no plans to become your disciple at the moment."

Yu Xiaogang's smile froze on his face.

Why?

"My father said that he would decide my path of cultivation. I cannot take anyone as my master before I get his permission."

"Your father?" Yu Xiaogang frowned. "Is your father a Soul Master?"

"No," Tang San answered truthfully, "He's a blacksmith."

Yu Xiaogang's expression became subtle.

Can a blacksmith raise a son with innate full soul power?

He didn't believe it.

This child must be exceptionally gifted; it has little to do with family education.

"Tang San," Yu Xiaogang softened his tone, "your father's intentions were good, but he wasn't a Soul Master, and his understanding of Martial Souls was limited. The Blue Silver Grass Martial Soul needs professional guidance to unleash its true potential. I've studied it for thirty years—"

"Master," Tang San interrupted him, "I know that Blue Silver Grass is not a useless martial soul. I also know that it can evolve into a more advanced form in the future. But my father has already told me all of this."

Yu Xiaogang was stunned.

Does a blacksmith know that Blue Silver Grass can evolve?

"He also told me," Tang San continued, "that Blue Silver Grass should follow the life-type route, focusing on life force, rather than the control or attack type. Is this the same thing as the 'complete cultivation plan' you just mentioned?"

Yu Xiaogang opened his mouth, but didn't say anything.

His plan is indeed a control system approach.

Using the resilience and toxicity of Blue Silver Grass as the core, combined with hidden weapons and traps, it employs a control-oriented strategy.

Life system?

He had never thought in that direction.

Seeing his reaction, Tang San already knew the answer in his heart.

"Master, thank you for your kindness." Tang San bowed. "If there's nothing else, I'll go back to class now."

He turned and walked out of the office.

The moment the door closed, Yu Xiaogang's face turned very ugly.

Dean Wang cautiously began, "Master, what do you think..."

Yu Xiaogang waved his hand, signaling him not to speak.

He sat in the chair, his fingers tapping unconsciously on the table.

Is Blue Silver Grass a life-type plant?

What a ridiculous theory is this?

Blue Silver Grass's essence lies in its resilience and toxins; a control-type build is the right way to go.

Did that blacksmith father even understand Soul Master cultivation?

"What about the other student?" Yu Xiaogang suddenly asked. "I need to see Xiao Wu."

Xiao Wu's reaction was even more decisive than Tang San's.

"I will not become an apprentice."

Three words, decisive and clear, without even bothering to give a reason.

Yu Xiaogang tried to persuade her: "Your Soft Bone Rabbit Martial Soul is one of the best among beast Martial Souls. If you pair it with suitable spirit rings—"

"I said I won't become your disciple." Xiao Wu waved her hand impatiently. "Teacher, I have something to do, I'm leaving now."

She turned and left, her ponytail swinging high in the air.

Yu Xiaogang's expression turned even uglier.

Neither of the two possessed innate full soul power both wanted to become his disciples.

He sat in the dean's office, silent for a long time.

Dean Wang sighed and poured him a cup of tea: "Master, these things can't be rushed. Why don't you stay at the academy first and gradually get to know them?"

Yu Xiaogang didn't say anything, but simply picked up his teacup and took a sip.

Tea is bitter.

That evening, Tang San sat by the dormitory window, opened a book, but couldn't get into it for a long time.

He was thinking about what happened during the day.

That person called "Master" does seem to know a lot.

He said he had studied martial spirit theory for thirty years, which didn't sound like he was bragging.

But his father's words still echoed in his ears—"Truly capable people don't just take on apprentices casually; those who come up to you on their own are mostly just trying to fool you."

Moreover, when Tang San mentioned the "life-based route," the Grandmaster's reaction was clearly one of surprise.

This indicates that his "complete cultivation program" does not include the option of the life system.

"Dad's right," Tang San muttered to himself, "This person really isn't very reliable."

He turned a page and began to read seriously.

Outside the window, the moon peeked out from behind the clouds, its silvery light spilling onto the windowsill.

On a small hill outside Nottingham City, Tang Hao's perception remained locked onto Nottingham Academy.

He discovered it as soon as Yu Xiao entered Notting City.

Everything that happened in the dean's office.

Tang San refused to become an apprentice, and Xiao Wu also refused to become an apprentice.

He sensed everything clearly.

"Experimental subjects?" Tang Hao sneered, a chill flashing in his eyes. "They really dare to think of that."

He leaned against the bluestone and looked up at the moon in the sky.

"However, San'er's reaction surprised me."

Tang San not only rejected Yu Xiaogang, but also took the initiative to mention the life-based route to test the other party's reaction.

This temperament and judgment far surpass those of his peers.

"No wonder he's lived two lives." Tang Hao's lips curled up slightly. "This kid is getting more and more interesting."

He closed his eyes and continued his vigil.

The wind on the mountaintop gradually picked up, and the autumn atmosphere grew stronger.

But Tang Hao felt that this autumn was warmer than in previous years.

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Yu Xiaogang didn't sleep all night.

The lights in the dean's office stayed on all night, and the desk was covered with yellowed manuscripts and notes.

He hunched over his desk, his pen moving constantly, sometimes frowning in deep thought, sometimes writing furiously.

He was organizing the results of his research over the past thirty years.

Blue Silver Grass Martial Soul Cultivation Program.

This was the subject to which he devoted the most effort.

From the innate attributes of a martial soul to the optimal pairing of soul rings, from the evolutionary rules of soul skills to the construction of a combat system, he has repeatedly deduced every aspect countless times.

What is the essence of Blue Silver Grass?

Yu Xiaogang muttered to himself, his pen tracing patterns on the paper: "It's resilience and adaptability. It doesn't have powerful offensive capabilities or a sturdy defense, but it possesses a quality that other plant-based martial souls lack—inclusivity."

His eyes lit up.

"Inclusivity. Blue Silver Grass can fuse with spirit rings of any attribute, including animal-type spirit rings. This is its advantage, and also the only way for it to become stronger."

Yu Xiaogang flipped to an old notebook, which was filled with his ideas on the cultivation method of Blue Silver Grass:

"First Soul Ring: Mandragora Serpent, 423 years, with added poison and binding effects."

"Second Soul Ring: Ghost Vine, 650 years, enhances control and toxin penetration."

"Third Soul Ring: Human-Faced Demon Spider, two thousand years old, endows Blue Silver Grass with extremely strong corrosiveness and toxicity."

"By cultivating it along this path, Blue Silver Grass will transform from a useless weed into a powerful martial soul with control, poison, and binding abilities. When used in conjunction with hidden weapons, it will be virtually invincible among its peers."

This is a theory he is very proud of.

Each spirit ring was carefully selected, and the attributes of each spirit beast were highly compatible with the innate characteristics of Blue Silver Grass.

"Life Flow?" Yu Xiaogang shook his head, a hint of disdain on his lips. "For Blue Silver Grass to follow the Life Flow is simply a waste of its potential. It doesn't have strong regenerative abilities or deep vitality. Forcing it to follow the Life Flow will only result in a hybrid that doesn't quite fit the bill."

He tidied up the manuscript, stacked it, and placed it on the corner of the table.

"Tomorrow, I'm going to show that kid what a real Blue Silver Grass cultivation program is."

"What kind of knowledge can a blacksmith have?"

"It's superficial."

"As long as I explain things thoroughly and convince him, he will definitely agree to become my apprentice, and then I can officially start testing him."

Outside the window, the sky was already turning a pale white.

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