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

The child still retains memories of his past life.

The first rule for Tang Sect disciples who cultivate the Xuan Tian Bao Lu is—never reveal all your trump cards to others.

Every husband is not guilty, and he is guilty of his crime.

A six-year-old child, at the moment of awakening his martial spirit, instinctively made the most correct choice.

Moreover, he felt that his "blacksmith" father might not be able to protect him.

A sudden wave of bitterness washed over Tang Hao.

Otherwise, there would be no need to hide it at all.

"San'er," he said, his voice a little hoarse, "why did you hide the hammer? Nobody told you to do that."

Tang San tilted his head and thought for a moment, then said, "I just feel... we shouldn't show it to others."

He couldn't articulate a deeper reason, but Tang Hao knew it was a caution etched into his very soul.

"Well done." Tang Hao reached out and ruffled Tang San's hair vigorously. "San'er, you did a great job."

Tang San was stunned for a moment, then grinned, his smile showing the pride of a child being praised, as well as a hint of relief.

"Dad, am I amazing?" he asked softly.

"Impressive. Much more impressive than your father was back in his day."

Tang San felt a little embarrassed by the rubbing, but he didn't pull away.

He hesitated for a moment, then spoke again:

"Dad, there's one more thing. The people from the Spirit Hall said that someone with innate full spirit power can directly obtain their first spirit ring."

"He told me to hunt down a spirit beast as soon as possible, and also said... he could help me apply for a spirit ring at the Spirit Hall in Notting City."

Upon hearing this, Tang Hao was taken aback.

Because these elements did not appear in the original work.

Could it be that my own time travel caused a butterfly effect?

It seems so.

And this is the real world, so it could actually happen.

"No need." Tang Hao's tone was decisive: "I'll arrange your spirit rings."

Tang San looked up at him, his eyes full of curiosity: "Is Dad very powerful?"

Tang Hao did not answer, but simply extended his right hand, palm facing up.

The next instant, a giant hammer appeared out of thin air.

It was pitch black, with mysterious golden patterns covering its body, and the pressure it exuded was like a mountain collapsing.

The air inside the wooden shed seemed to freeze, and the Clear Sky Hammer in Tang San's hand hummed uncontrollably, as if it were paying homage to a king.

Tang San's eyes widened, his mouth slightly agape, and he froze completely.

Tang Hao only allowed the Clear Sky Hammer to appear for a moment before taking it back.

The oppressive aura dissipated, and the wooden shed returned to normal.

"Is it impressive enough?" he asked.

Tang San's eyes shone like two stars as he nodded vigorously, "Enough!"

He never imagined that his father, who had only ever drunkenly drunken all these years, was actually a hidden big shot.

This world is truly full of hidden talents, even more dangerous than the Tang Sect world of his previous life!

It seems my true identity isn't so simple after all!

[Ding—Father-son intimacy has increased. Current intimacy: 58%.]

[The amplification effect of the Sound System Martial Soul on the bound target: 58%.]

[Tip: Reaching 80% intimacy will unlock an additional resonance effect.]

Tang Hao's heart stirred.

The higher the intimacy level, the stronger the boost.

This means that the better he treats Tang San, the fiercer he becomes in a fight.

This system... is actually quite reasonable.

"San'er," Tang Hao said seriously, "I'm about to tell you something very important. Listen carefully."

Tang San immediately sat up straight, his expression becoming serious.

"First, you can't let anyone know about your Clear Sky Hammer. No one from the Spirit Hall, no one from your village, and no one you meet outside. I'll allow you to use it when no one else is around, but you have to put it away immediately afterward. Also, you can't add any spirit rings to your Clear Sky Hammer. You're mainly cultivating Blue Silver Grass, and I'll give the Clear Sky Hammer a lot of future development."

Tang San nodded: "I understand, Dad."

Tang Hao glanced at him.

This child is more perceptive than in the original work, perhaps because the Clear Sky Hammer was not exposed during the awakening ceremony, allowing for a more composed mindset and clearer thinking.

"Secondly," Tang Hao continued, "your Blue Silver Grass is not ordinary Blue Silver Grass."

Tang San was taken aback: "But... everyone says that Blue Silver Grass is a useless martial soul."

"Everyone is talking about everyone."

Tang Hao's tone was calm but undeniable: "Your Blue Silver Grass carries the royal bloodline—the Blue Silver Emperor. It just hasn't awakened yet, so it looks like an ordinary Blue Silver Grass."

Tang San's eyes widened: "Blue Silver Emperor?"

"That's right. When you become strong enough, your Blue Silver Grass will transform into the Blue Silver Emperor. At that time, it will no longer be a small grass, but a royal martial soul that can communicate with the life force of heaven and earth and control life force."

Tang Hao looked into Tang San's eyes and said, word by word:

"So, your Blue Silver Grass isn't a useless martial soul. It was left to you by your mother."

Tang San was stunned.

Dad never talks much about Mom.

This was the first time he brought it up on his own initiative.

"What is Mom like?" Tang San's voice trembled slightly.

Tang Hao was silent for a moment, then a smile appeared on his face—this was the first real smile he had ever shown since he transmigrated.

"Your mother is the gentlest and strongest person in the world. Your Blue Silver Grass inherited her bloodline."

Tang San lowered his head, looking at his palm, his eyes slightly reddening.

But he quickly took a deep breath, raised his head, and his eyes became firm.

"Dad, I will cultivate diligently."

"I will decide your cultivation path."

Tang Hao stood up and paced back and forth in the cramped wooden shed.

He was tall and the wooden shed was short, almost causing him to bump into the crossbeams, but the aura of a titled Douluo naturally emanated from him, making the entire space feel cramped.

"Not a control-oriented build, not a support-oriented build—we're going for the ultimate survivability build."

Tang San tilted his head, looking completely confused: "Ultimate Life Flow?"

"Simply put, it's about pushing your Blue Silver Grass to its limits in terms of vitality, resilience, and toughness."

"You're not trying to control others, nor are you trying to give them an edge—you're trying to make yourself virtually invincible."

Tang Hao stopped and looked down at his son.

"Injuries heal instantly, soul power flows endlessly, and life force is as vast as the sea. An opponent can strike you a hundred times, and you'll be unharmed; you can strike your opponent once—"

He raised his hand and made a slamming motion.

"Use the Haotian Hammer."

Tang San blinked, his eyes gradually brightening: "So the Blue Silver Grass is responsible for staying alive, and the Clear Sky Hammer is responsible for winning?"

"That's right." Tang Hao nodded in satisfaction: "Blue Silver Grass lets you stand until the end, and Clear Sky Hammer lets you have the last laugh. This is the core of the Ultimate Life Flow."

Tang San lowered his head and pondered for a while, then suddenly raised his head and asked somewhat uncertainly:

"Dad, isn't this a bit...cheating?"

Tang Hao was taken aback for a moment, then burst into laughter.

Laughter echoed in the wooden shed, startling the birds in the trees outside, which fluttered away.

Tang San was startled by the laughter.

In his memory, his father almost never smiled.

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