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

He closed his eyes and searched through his memories.

Suddenly, a name popped up—

"A companion vine near the Acacia confusa?"

No, that's a celestial item, not a soul beast.

At this stage, killing does not generate spirit rings.

Soul rings only appeared in later eras like Douluo Continent II: The Legend of the Dragon King.

Moreover, it must be a voluntary sacrifice.

"Never mind, I'll go in and look for it tomorrow."

"The Star Dou Great Forest is so vast, why worry about not finding a suitable soul beast?"

Tang Hao opened his eyes, his gaze resolute.

[Ding—Current stage mission updated: Obtain Tang San's first spirit ring.]

Recommended Soul Beasts: Life-type/Plant-type Soul Beasts that are 400 to 500 years old.

[Mission Rewards: 1 random Soul Bone, 1 exclusive BGM for your Sound Martial Soul (pre-loaded, available for viewing at any time).]

Tang Hao separated a wisp of his consciousness and probed into his audio martial soul; a melody resounded in his mind—

The rousing drumbeats, the steady bass, and the progressively layered melody—every beat seems to be announcing something.

He listened for a while, and then his lips twitched.

"This piece of music... is energetic and powerful."

He snapped out of his daze and glanced back at Tang San, who was fast asleep.

Moonlight streamed through the crack in the door, falling on the child's peaceful sleeping face.

Six-year-old Tang San was curled up in a thin blanket, his sleeping posture still carrying the innocence of a child.

Tang Hao's gaze softened.

"San'er," he said in a low voice, "your father has come to clear the way for you, carrying a stereo system."

He reached out and pressed his hand lightly towards Tang San, as if making some kind of promise.

"If anyone blocks your way, I'll let them hear what I mean—"

A dangerous smile curled at the corners of his mouth.

"—What is Dad's background music?"

Under the moonlight, the man's back was ramrod straight.

That was the backbone of a titled Douluo, and also a father's promise.

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Tang San woke up before dawn.

He jumped out of bed, quickly dressed, and tiptoed outside.

Pushing open the door of the wooden shed, the morning breeze carrying the fresh scent of grass and trees wafted in, and the sky in the distance was beginning to lighten with the first light of dawn.

Tang Hao was already standing in the courtyard.

He changed into a clean set of clothes—though still made of coarse cloth, they were much better than his usual ones, which were covered in wine stains.

The tall figure stood with his back to the wooden shed, hands behind his back, gazing in the direction of the Starry Sky Forest in the distance.

"Dad," Tang San called out, running to his side.

Tang Hao glanced down at his son, a slight smile playing on his lips: "Ready?"

Tang San nodded vigorously, his eyes full of anticipation.

"Let's go then."

Without saying much, Tang Hao bent down and picked Tang San up in his arms.

Before Tang San could react, he felt his father's body suddenly sink—

The next instant, Tang Hao's feet left the ground.

It's not a jump, nor is it a short-distance levitation achieved through a soul skill.

It's not just about flying, it's about real flight.

Tang Hao's body shot straight into the sky like a cannonball, instantly rising to a height of several hundred meters.

The wind howled in my ears, and the Holy Soul Village beneath my feet grew smaller and smaller until it became a tiny dot on the map.

Tang San's eyes widened, and his mouth opened so wide it could fit an egg.

He looked down at the mountains and rivers rushing past his feet, then looked up at his father's calm face, his mind blank.

"Dad...you...you're flying?!"

Tang Hao remained calm, as if he had done something insignificant.

He held Tang San in one arm, with the other hand behind his back, his figure steadily suspended in the air.

"When you become stronger in the future, you will be able to fly too." Tang Hao's voice came in the wind, deep and steady.

Tang San swallowed.

He knew that Soul Masters were strong, but he never imagined they could be this strong.

Flying—even in his previous life, no one from the Tang Clan could do it!

The Soul Masters in this world are incredibly powerful!

A Soul Master who can fly must be very strong!

His gaze toward his father held an added layer of reverence.

"Dad, what level of Soul Master are you?" Tang San couldn't help but ask.

Tang Hao didn't answer, but just glanced down at him.

That look made Tang San realize one thing—there are some things that he shouldn't know right now.

"I'll tell you later, hurry up," Tang Hao said.

Before he finished speaking, his figure suddenly accelerated, like a shooting star streaking across the sky.

Tang San quickly grabbed his father's clothes, the wind whistling in his ears, and the scenery rushing past his eyes.

This feeling was more shocking than any of his previous experiences with lightness skills in the Tang Sect.

Because this is real flight.

It requires no leverage, no skill; it is purely a manifestation of strength.

A short while later.

We've arrived at the Starry Sky Forest.

The flight speed of a level 95 Title Douluo is extremely fast.

Tang Hao landed in a deserted, remote area and put Tang San down.

The forest before me stretched out endlessly, with towering trees blocking out the sun. The dense canopy sliced ​​the sunlight into countless fragments of gold, which fell onto the thick layer of fallen leaves.

Deep in the forest, the roars of spirit beasts could be heard from time to time, deep and far-reaching, carrying a primal wildness.

Tang San took a deep breath. The air was filled with the scent of earth and vegetation, as well as an indescribable sense of oppression.

"Stay close to me." Tang Hao walked ahead, his steps steady and seemingly casual, yet each step was on the safest path. "Don't stray more than three steps from me."

Tang San jogged to catch up, his eyes constantly darting around.

This was his first time entering the Soul Beast Forest. Although the Tang Clan in his previous life often gathered herbs in the mountains, it was nothing compared to this place.

"Dad, what kind of soul beast are we looking for?" Tang San asked.

"A plant-type soul beast of the life type, around 500 years old, with pure recovery attributes."

"Your first spirit ring is very important; you can't settle for anything less."

Tang Hao's gaze swept across the forest, his Title Douluo's perception extending in all directions like invisible tentacles.

"Pure recovery attribute?" Tang San was puzzled.

"That's right." Tang Hao explained as they walked, "Your Blue Silver Grass follows the ultimate life-giving path. The purer the foundation, the higher the potential for the future. Entanglement, control, attack—these are not what you need right now. You only need one thing: to live."

Tang San nodded thoughtfully.

"When your vitality is strong enough," Tang Hao continued, "entanglement will simply be a natural consequence. After the Blue Silver Emperor awakens, your very existence will be the strongest form of control."

Tang San kept these words firmly in mind.

The two ventured deeper into the forest, with Tang Hao stopping from time to time to carefully sense the aura of the surrounding soul beasts.

They were lucky and soon encountered their first candidate—

A vibrant green vine twines around an old tree, its thick leaves emitting a faint glow.

Tang Hao glanced at it and shook his head: "Around two hundred years old, that's too young. Keep looking."

They continued their investigation.

The second candidate was a huge flower bud, rooted on the edge of a swamp, with glistening dewdrops on its petals, exuding a rich sense of life.

Tang San's eyes lit up, but Tang Hao shook his head again: "Three hundred and fifty years, close to four hundred years, but that's not enough. Moreover, the pollen of this flower has a paralyzing effect, and it will interfere with the soul skill."

Although Tang San felt some regret, he trusted his father's judgment.

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