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

"You!" Xiao Wu stared at him in disbelief, her eyes wide.

Tang San withdrew his Xuan Yu Hand, and his palm returned to its normal color.

"You're fast, but your moves are too linear," he said calmly. "Your moves aren't flexible enough, making them easy to predict."

Xiao Wu opened her mouth, wanting to refute, but swallowed the words back.

Because what Tang San said was true.

When she fought with soul beasts in the Star Dou Great Forest, she relied on brute force and speed.

But Tang San was different; every movement he made carried a rhythm she couldn't understand.

It's not about brute force or speed, but about skill.

A technique she had never seen before, exquisitely refined.

"What kind of kung fu is that?" Xiao Wu couldn't help but ask.

"It's a family tradition," Tang San said. "My father taught me."

Xiao Wu was silent for a moment, then grinned.

"Tang San, you're pretty amazing."

"The same to you."

The two looked at each other, and Xiao Wu suddenly reached out her hand.

"Want to be friends?"

Tang San took her hand.

"it is good."

.....

After that day, Tang San and Xiao Wu's relationship quickly grew closer.

The two often attended classes together, ate together, and practiced together on the training field.

Xiao Wu has a lively and cheerful personality and speaks her mind directly. Although she can be stubborn at times, she has a good heart.

Tang San is calm and reserved, and doesn't talk much, but every word he says is to the point.

The two people's personalities complement each other perfectly.

Matthew complained, "Tang San, are you abandoning your old friends now that you have new ones?"

Tang San said helplessly, "That's not true. You can come along if you want."

Matthew glanced at Xiao Wu, then shrank back, "Forget it, her kicks hurt too much."

Xiao Wu made a face at him: "Good to know."

Days passed by like this.

Tang San attends classes during the day, reads books at night, and occasionally practices with Xiao Wu.

He has already read five of the books his mother left behind, and he has taken detailed notes on each one.

His soul power is also steadily increasing. Although he is still some distance away from his second soul ring, his foundation is becoming more and more solid.

Everything is moving in a positive direction.

Until the fifth day.

.....

That afternoon, after Tang San and Xiao Wu finished their practice session on the training field, they walked together towards the dormitory building.

When Tang San reached the corner of the teaching building, he suddenly stopped.

Xiao Wu followed his gaze and was also stunned.

A middle-aged man stood at the entrance of the teaching building.

A gray robe, faded from washing. A thin face, with deep-set eyes.

He was carrying an old leather suitcase.

Yu Xiaogang.

He is back.

Tang San frowned slightly.

Didn't this person leave?

Why are you back again?

Yu Xiaogang had obviously seen Tang San as well.

His eyes flickered for a moment, then he walked over with an unnatural smile on his face.

"Tang San".

"Master," Tang San nodded, "Why are you back?"

Yu Xiaogang was silent for a moment, then spoke.

His voice was a little hoarse, but his tone was very serious.

"Tang San, I thought about it for a long time after I got back."

"I remember everything you said. Plants cannot perfectly inherit all the power when absorbing animal soul rings. You're right, that's the biggest flaw in my theory."

Tang San remained silent, waiting for him to continue.

"But I still don't believe that Blue Silver Grass can succeed by following the Life-type path." Yu Xiaogang's gaze became determined: "The essence of Blue Silver Grass is resilience and inclusiveness, not vitality. I don't have enough evidence to refute you, nor can I prove that you are wrong."

"So?" Tang San asked.

"So, I want to stay," Yu Xiaogang said. "To stay at Notting College and witness your growth firsthand."

Tang San was taken aback.

"If your approach works, I'll accept it wholeheartedly. If it doesn't," Yu Xiaogang paused, "then I hope you'll consider my plan."

Tang San remained silent for a moment.

He understood what Yu Xiaogang meant.

This person didn't come to take on disciples, but to "bear witness".

He wanted to see how far a six-year-old child could go on a path that no one had ever walked before.

If it works, he will admit that his theory has flaws.

If that doesn't work, he'll jump out and say, "See? I told you, life-based magic won't work."

Tang San's lips curled into a slight smile, carrying a hint of barely perceptible sarcasm.

"Master, it is your freedom to stay. Notting Academy is not my private property, and I have no right to kick you out."

Yu Xiaogang's expression relaxed slightly.

"However," Tang San changed the subject, "there's something I want to clarify beforehand."

"What?"

"I will not change my course. No matter what problems I encounter in the future, I will not turn back."

Tang San's gaze was calm and firm. "If you're staying here just to prove me wrong, you might be waiting a long time."

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

Tang San didn't say anything more and turned to walk towards the dormitory building.

Xiao Wu followed beside him, glanced back at Yu Xiaogang, and whispered, "Didn't this guy leave? Why did he come back?"

Tang San said, "Ignore him."

The two people walked away.

Yu Xiaogang stood there, carrying his suitcase, watching Tang San's figure disappear into the dormitory building.

His expression was complicated.

There was persistence, resentment, a hint of embarrassment at having one's thoughts exposed, and a little bit of...

An expectation that even he himself was unwilling to admit.

He did indeed want to wait for Tang San to run into trouble.

Blue Silver Grass belongs to the Life type, which sounds unreliable.

How can a six-year-old child challenge a theory that he has studied for thirty years?

But he also had a vague feeling that this child was different.

The light in those eyes wasn't something an ordinary child should have.

"Never mind," Yu Xiaogang said in a low voice, carrying his suitcase towards the dean's office. "We'll just wait and see."

That evening, Tang San sat by the window, not in a hurry to read.

He was thinking about Yu Xiaogang's words.

"If your current approach doesn't work out, I hope you'll consider my solution."

Tang San shook his head.

Is it blocked?

He looked down at the blue ring on his finger.

Every book his mother left him taught him the same lesson.

The path of a plant-based martial soul lies within oneself, in vitality, and in one's foundation.

He opened "Research on the Advancement of Plant-Based Martial Souls" and found the passage he had read countless times:

"The evolution path of Blue Silver Grass: Ordinary Blue Silver Grass → Hundred-Year Blue Silver Grass → Thousand-Year Blue Silver Grass → Blue Silver Emperor."

"The first three stages only require sufficient life-type soul rings and soul power accumulation for natural evolution."

"The awakening of the Blue Silver Emperor requires bloodline activation."

"The key to activating bloodlines lies in vitality."

Tang San closed the book and placed it on the bedside table.

He also possesses the Mysterious Heaven Skill.

Other techniques include Purple Demon Eye, Ghostly Shadow Tracking, Mysterious Jade Hand, and Hundred Solutions to Hidden Weapons.

And the skills he acquired in the Tang Sect in his previous life.

The Blue Silver Grass, a life-type herb, is responsible for survival, while the Tang Sect's unique martial arts are responsible for combat.

With these two things combined, what does he have to be afraid of?

.....