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

"How much of the venom from the Datura Serpent can Blue Silver Grass inherit? Thirty percent? Fifty percent? Where did the rest of its power go? It's been wasted." Tang San's voice wasn't loud, but it made Yu Xiaogang's expression grow increasingly grim.

"How much of the Ghost Vine's resilience and toxin penetration can the Blue Silver Grass inherit? How much of the Human-Faced Demon Spider's corrosiveness can the Blue Silver Grass inherit?"

"Each spirit ring wastes more than half of its power. With nine spirit rings stacked together, how much power is wasted?"

Tang San shook his head.

"Master, your plan looks beautiful, but in reality, it's using the weaknesses of Blue Silver Grass to imitate the strengths of other martial souls. Its poison is inferior to a true poison-type martial soul, its control is inferior to a true control-type martial soul, and its damage output is inferior to a true power-attack-type martial soul—"

"In the end, Blue Silver Grass will become a jack-of-all-trades, master of none."

Yu Xiaogang's hands trembled slightly.

It wasn't out of anger, but because—he couldn't find any words to refute it.

Thirty years.

He studied for thirty years, wrote countless papers, and derived countless possibilities.

He thought he was the person who knew the most about blue silver grass in the world.

But this six-year-old child in front of him exposed the most fatal flaw in his theory with just a few words.

"You..." Yu Xiaogang began with difficulty, "Who taught you all this?"

"My father taught me directions," Tang San said. "The rest I learned from books."

"What book?"

Tang San did not answer.

He stood up and bowed to Yu Xiaogang.

"Master, thank you for your kindness. But I still maintain that I cannot become your disciple."

He turned and walked towards the teaching building.

After taking a few steps, he stopped, turned around, and said:

"Master, Blue Silver Grass doesn't need to depend on anything. Its future lies in itself."

After saying that, he left without looking back.

Yu Xiaogang sat on the stone bench, remaining motionless for a long time.

A few pages of the manuscript on the table were blown away by the wind and fell to the ground, where they were covered in dust.

He didn't pick it up; he just sat there blankly, his eyes vacant.

Thirty years.

His theoretical system, which he spent thirty years building, was shattered by a six-year-old child with just a few questions.

Plants can absorb animal soul rings, but they cannot perfectly inherit all the power.

He wasn't unaware of this principle. He was just... too eager to prove himself.

He desperately wanted to find a successful case to validate his theory.

He desperately wanted to show those who mocked him that his research was valuable.

"The future of Blue Silver Grass lies within itself..."

Yu Xiaogang murmured the same sentence over and over, a bitter smile curving his lips.

He slowly bent down, picked up the scattered manuscripts one by one, folded them neatly, and held them in his arms.

Then he stood up and walked towards the dean's office.

His figure was desolate, like an old tree bent by the wind.

Outside Nottingham, on a small hill.

Tang Hao withdrew his senses, and the smile on his lips grew wider and wider.

"That kid," he said in a low voice, his tone filled with undisguised smugness, "is even better at talking back than his father."

He "saw" everything Tang San did in front of Yu Xiaogang.

Every question was precise and to the point, and every word hit the nail on the head.

Especially the last sentence—"Blue Silver Grass doesn't need to depend on anything; its future lies in itself."

"Well said." Tang Hao leaned against the bluestone and looked up at the sky.

Tang San didn't read Ah Yin's books in vain. He absorbed all the annotations.

"San'er, you are even more amazing than your father imagined."

He closed his eyes and continued his vigil.

The autumn wind swept across the mountaintop, swirling up a few withered leaves.

Tang Hao always had a smile on his lips.

......

The news of Yu Xiaogang leaving Notting College spread on the third day.

It is said that he left on his own.

Without saying goodbye to anyone, he simply picked up his old leather suitcase and left quietly before dawn.

There was a letter left on the dean's desk, the contents of which no one knows.

Tang San heard it from Matthew while he was eating breakfast.

"Have you heard? That master is gone." Matthew said, his mouth full of a steamed bun, "The one who came to see you the other day."

Tang San nodded without saying anything more.

He slowly drank the porridge, unable to describe his feelings.

Yu Xiaogang's theory does have problems, but he can see that the man is serious about his research.

To dedicate oneself to a subject rejected by everyone for thirty years is a testament to one's unwavering commitment, and this dedication itself deserves respect.

They were just going in the wrong direction.

"The future of Blue Silver Grass lies in itself."

Tang San silently repeated the sentence in his mind.

This is what he read in Ah Yin's book.

These aren't his exact words, but rather his own summary.

The book "Research on the Advancement of Plant-Based Martial Souls" contains the following passage:

"The essence of plant-type martial souls lies in growth. It is not about imitation or dependence, but about starting from one's own foundation and continuously extending upwards, outwards, and deeper. True strength comes from the vigorous vitality of one's own life force."

Tang San put down his bowl of porridge and stood up.

"Let's go, Matthew. Class is about to start."

.....

Outside Nottingham, on a small hill.

Tang Hao sat cross-legged on the bluestone, the morning breeze brushing against his robes and stirring up a few withered leaves.

He has been guarding this place for almost ten days. Apart from occasionally getting up to stretch his muscles, he spends most of his time cultivating.

The cultivation of a Title Douluo is a slow and lengthy process.

The accumulation of soul power relies on daily practice and cannot be rushed.

But Tang Hao has recently sensed some changes.

Those hidden injuries that had plagued him for years seemed to be slowly being repaired by some kind of force.

He was immersed in this subtle feeling when a cold, mechanical voice suddenly rang in his mind.

[Ding—Major plot deviation detected.]

The original event, "Tang San becoming Yu Xiaogang's apprentice," has been prevented. Butterfly effect level: Level 3.

[Calculating rewards...]

Tang Hao suddenly opened his eyes.

[Reward 1: Nine-Turn Rejuvenation Pill x1 (already stored in system space).]

[Note: This is an ancient elixir formula, refined from nine thousand-year-old spiritual herbs. After consumption, it can completely heal all hidden injuries within the user's body, repair damaged meridians, and rebuild the foundation of the physical body. It is also effective against Title Douluo-level powerhouses.]

Tang Hao's breathing suddenly became rapid.

Completely heals all hidden injuries.

He knows best how many hidden injuries he has.

Six years ago, the Spirit Hall dispatched six Title Douluos to besiege him and Ah Yin.

He fought his way out of six enemies single-handedly, but he also sustained countless wounds.

Some wounds are superficial and have already healed.

Some wounds, however, penetrate deep into the bone marrow and seep into the meridians, becoming hidden ailments that can never be healed.

These hidden injuries are the root cause of his stagnant strength over the years.

Now, a single pill can solve all the problems.

Tang Hao took a deep breath to suppress the turmoil in his heart.

He did not immediately take out the pill and consume it, but continued reading.

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