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

Tang Hao ignored the shopkeeper's gaze, casually took something out of his pocket, and placed it on the counter.

The shopkeeper looked down and his pupils suddenly contracted.

That was a token.

It is entirely black and gold in color, with the character "昊" engraved on the front and the pattern of the Haotian Hammer on the back.

The edge of the token was inlaid with a circle of fine gold wire, which rippled with faint soul power under the light.

The shopkeeper's hands began to tremble.

Although he was the manager of a small restaurant in Nottingham, he had traveled all over the country and seen the world.

The material, craftsmanship, and soul power fluctuations of this token were all top-tier items he had never seen before.

The person who can produce such a token is definitely not someone he can afford to offend.

"The best private room." Tang Hao's voice was calm, yet carried an undeniable air of authority.

"Yes, yes, yes, yes!" the innkeeper replied repeatedly, personally coming out from behind the counter and bowing as he led the way: "Please come upstairs, esteemed guests! Please come upstairs!"

Tang San followed behind his father, observing the shopkeeper's initially arrogant but later obsequious attitude, and then looking at his father's nonchalant expression, he felt a strange mix of emotions.

Who exactly is his father?

The private room is on the third floor, facing the street, with a wide view.

Looking out the window, the streetscape of Nottingham City unfolds before your eyes.

The private room was elegantly furnished with mahogany tables and chairs, silk cushions, and exquisite tea sets, all reflecting a refined taste.

Tang Hao sat down at the table, and Tang San sat obediently opposite him.

The shopkeeper handed over the menu with both hands. Tang Hao glanced at it and casually ordered seven or eight dishes—steamed spirit fish, braised soul beast meat, jade soup, golden thread rolls… all of which were the most expensive on the menu.

That's all. And another pot of good tea, please.

"Yes, yes, right away!" The shopkeeper bowed and left, gently closing the door behind him.

Tang San looked at his father, hesitant to speak.

"Ask whatever you want." Tang Hao picked up his teacup and took a sip.

"Dad, are you very rich?" Tang San asked cautiously.

Tang Hao put down his teacup and remained silent for a moment.

"I have money," he said calmly. "Money has never been a problem for me."

Tang San opened his mouth, trying to process the information.

"Then..." Tang San hesitated for a moment, "Why were we in the village before...?"

He didn't finish his sentence, but Tang Hao understood.

Why did we suffer so much in the village before?

Living in wooden sheds, wearing coarse cloth clothes, and eating simple meals?

Tang Hao remained silent for a long time.

Outside the window, the streetlights of Nottingham City lit up one by one, casting an orange glow on the bluestone pavement.

"San'er," Tang Hao finally spoke, his voice a little hoarse, "all these years, it's Dad who has wronged you."

Tang San was stunned.

He had never seen his father speak in that tone before.

"After your mother passed away, I was blinded by hatred and pain."

Tang Hao's gaze fell on the teacup, as if looking at something very, very far away. "I drink every day, I run away every day. I feel like I don't deserve to be your father, I don't deserve to be a... living person."

The private room was so quiet that you could hear the vendors hawking their wares outside the window.

"I taught you nothing before you awakened your martial soul."

"I've never taught you anything about Soul Masters, never told you what the Clear Sky Hammer is, and I've hardly ever spoken to you properly."

Tang Hao raised his head and looked into Tang San's eyes.

"You've suffered a lot these past six years."

"I'm a terrible father."

Tang San's eyes were a little red, but he held it in.

"Dad..." He opened his mouth, but didn't know what to say.

Tang Hao waved his hand, interrupting him.

"What's past is past. Saying sorry is useless; I'll make up for it with my actions."

His tone became firm.

"From now on, it won't happen again."

Tang San looked into his father's eyes.

Those eyes held no trace of the cloudiness of alcohol, no trace of past indifference, only a heavy, earnest promise.

"Dad," Tang San's voice choked, but he blinked hard to force back his tears, "I have never blamed you."

Tang Hao was taken aback.

Then he laughed.

It wasn't the hearty laughter of before, but a gentle, relieved smile.

"Let's eat." He placed a piece of fish on Tang San's plate. "Eat more. You're still growing."

Tang San nodded vigorously and lowered his head to eat his rice.

The dishes were served one by one.

The steamed spirit fish was tender and smooth, the braised soul beast meat melted in his mouth, and the jade soup was sweet and delicious... Tang San had never eaten anything so delicious before, but he didn't eat it quickly. Instead, he savored each bite carefully.

Tang Hao sat across from his son, watching him eat, and that bittersweet feeling welled up in his heart again.

The original owner's memories and emotions completely merged with his own. Those decadent years, the neglect of his son, and the failure to fulfill his responsibilities as a father—all became like thorns piercing his heart.

But he is not the original body.

He is a time traveler, and also someone who is determined to change everything.

The past cannot be undone, but he can walk the road ahead again.

"San'er," Tang Hao suddenly spoke, "after we go back, I will formally teach you cultivation."

Tang San raised his head, his mouth still full of food, and gave a muffled reply.

"It's not just about cultivating soul power. I'll teach you the Clear Sky Sect's hammer techniques, combat skills, and the experience of a soul master."

Tang San's eyes lit up.

"Also," Tang Hao paused, "I'll tell you everything about your mother when you're a little older."

Tang San put down his chopsticks and looked at his father intently.

"Dad, I'm not in a hurry. I'll listen whenever you're willing to talk."

Tang Hao nodded.

Outside the window, Nottingham's nightlife is just beginning.

The streets were brightly lit, and the cries of vendors, the laughter of pedestrians, and the sounds of traditional music from distant restaurants created a lively scene of everyday life.

Inside the private room, the father and son sat facing each other, the dishes on the table steaming hot.

Tang San had almost finished eating. He put down his chopsticks, hesitated for a moment, and then asked, "Dad, aren't you going back to our real home?"

Tang Hao paused slightly in the hand holding the teacup.

"Not now," he said. "The Spirit Hall is watching. If I go back, it will cause trouble for them."

"And then what?"

Tang Hao remained silent for a moment, then slowly put down his teacup.

"We'll talk about the future later."

He didn't rule out any possibility of definitive conclusions.

Because in his plan, one day in the future, he will not only return to the Haotian Sect, but also return openly and legitimately.

Tang San did not ask any further questions.

He could tell that this topic was somewhat heavy for his father.

"Dad," Tang San changed the subject, "after I become a Soul Master, can I help you fight bad guys?"

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

"We'll talk about it when you become a Title Douluo."

"That will take a long time."

"Not long." Tang Hao looked at his son, his eyes full of certainty. "With your talent, it won't be long."

Tang San grinned.

The father and son sat for a while longer before Tang Hao paid the bill.

By the time I stepped out of Wangyue Tower, night had completely fallen.

The streets of Nottingham are adorned with lanterns and teeming with people.

Tang Hao bent down and picked up Tang San.

"go home."

"it is good."

Tang Hao's figure soared into the air, transforming into a streak of light and disappearing into the night sky.

Tang San leaned on his father's shoulder, looking down at Nottingham City below, which was getting smaller and smaller, and the lights gradually turned into a blurry patch of light.

He suddenly remembered something and whispered, "Dad, today is the happiest day of my life."

Tang Hao didn't say anything, but simply hugged his son even tighter.

The moonlight, like water, shone on the two figures, one large and one small.

[Ding—Father-son intimacy has greatly increased. Current intimacy: 85%.]

The "Father-Son Resonance" effect has been unlocked. When the host and the bound target fight simultaneously, both will receive an additional 30% boost to all attributes.

Tang Hao's lips curled up slightly when he saw the system notification.

Eighty-five.

It came faster than expected.

He looked down at Tang San in his arms—the little guy had been up all day and was now asleep, breathing evenly and peacefully, with a smile on his face.

"Go to sleep, San'er," Tang Hao said softly, as if afraid of waking him. "Things will get better and better from now on."

A night breeze swept by, casting the man's long shadow in the moonlight.

He wasn't flying fast, in fact, he was flying rather slowly—because the six-year-old child in his arms was fast asleep.

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