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

Tang San nodded thoughtfully: "Is Dad afraid that others will find out too much?"

"That's right." Tang Hao reached out and patted his shoulder. "San'er, remember this—in this world, never reveal all your cards. The less others know, the safer you are."

Tang San kept those words firmly in mind.

"There's one more thing." Tang Hao's expression became even more serious. "After you're certified, if anyone wants to take you as their apprentice, no matter how eloquently they try to persuade you, don't agree."

Tang San blinked: "Why?"

"Because truly capable people don't just take on apprentices casually. Those who come to them on their own initiative—"

Tang Hao paused, recalling Yu Xiaogang's theories from the original work, and his lips twitched slightly.

"—It's mostly a scam."

Although Tang San didn't quite understand why his father was so certain, he still nodded earnestly: "I understand, Dad."

"Go ahead." Tang Hao stood up. "I'll wait for you outside."

Tang San took a deep breath, turned around and walked towards the Spirit Hall.

Tang Hao leaned against the wall at the alley entrance, arms crossed, watching his son's small figure disappear into the gates of the Spirit Hall.

His perception quietly unfolded, covering the entire branch of the Spirit Hall.

No matter what the slightest movement, it will not escape his notice.

The main hall of the Notting City Martial Soul Branch Hall.

The hall was spacious and bright, with a smooth stone floor and a sculpture bearing the emblem of the Spirit Hall standing in the center.

On both sides are several service windows, and behind each window sits a staff member from the Spirit Hall.

When Tang San walked in, there weren't many people in the hall.

A few people were scattered in front of several windows, mostly adults, dressed in various clothes, some of whom were carrying soul beast materials.

Tang San glanced around and walked to an empty window.

The staff member behind the window was a middle-aged woman with a kind face. She was clearly taken aback when she saw Tang San.

There are children who come to get certified as Soul Masters, but most of them are accompanied by their parents.

This six-year-old boy stood quietly by the window, all alone, without making a fuss, which made him seem quite different from others.

"Little friend, what brings you here?" the middle-aged woman asked in a soft voice.

"Hello, Auntie, I'm here to get certified as a Soul Master." Tang San said, releasing his Blue Silver Grass Martial Soul.

A small, blue blade of grass emerged from the palm of my hand, its emerald green leaves adorned with faint golden veins.

At the same time, a yellow spirit ring rose from beneath his feet and slowly rotated around his body.

The middle-aged woman's eyes widened slightly.

Yellow Soul Ring - Hundred-Year Soul Ring.

For a six-year-old child, having a first spirit ring of 100-year quality is already quite impressive.

Moreover, the boy's soul power fluctuations clearly indicated that he hadn't just broken through.

"Innate full soul power?" she asked.

Tang San nodded: "Yes, Auntie. When I awakened my martial soul, the soul masters of the Spirit Hall tested me and found that I had innate full soul power. After that, I hunted my first soul ring, and now my soul power is at the peak of level thirteen."

The middle-aged woman showed an approving expression.

Six years old, one ring, peak level thirteen, innate full soul power.

Although he's not the kind of extraordinary genius, in a place like Nottingham, he's already considered a very promising talent.

"What is your soul skill?" she asked.

Tang San answered according to his father's instructions: "It's a healing-type soul skill that can heal minor injuries."

As he spoke, he activated his soul ring, and a ball of emerald green light condensed in his palm.

The light was gentle and steady, radiating a faint sense of life.

The middle-aged woman carefully examined it and nodded.

Healing-type soul skills aren't particularly powerful, but they are stable and reliable.

That's enough for a six-year-old.

"Do you have a Soul Master in your family?" she asked casually.

"My father isn't a Soul Master," Tang San replied, using the answer he had prepared beforehand. "He's a blacksmith."

The middle-aged woman didn't ask any further questions.

Blue Silver Grass Martial Soul, Healing-type Soul Skill, Blacksmith Father.

All of this information together paints a picture of an ordinary child from an ordinary family.

While it is rare to have innate full soul power, it is not without precedent.

Occasionally, some children from ordinary families are born with full soul power, which is usually considered to be a kind of atavism or genetic mutation.

She took out a form and began to fill it out.

"Name?"

"Tang San".

"age?"

"Six years old."

"Martial Soul?"

"Blue Silver Grass".

"Soul power level?"

"Peak of level thirteen."

"Soul Ring configuration?"

"One ring, a century."

"What type of Soul Skill?"

"Healing system."

After filling out the form, the middle-aged woman took out a bronze Soul Master badge from the drawer and handed it to Tang San.

"This is your Soul Master Badge. Please keep it safe. With this badge, you can collect a subsidy of one gold soul coin from the Spirit Hall every month. As your soul power increases, the badge level will also increase accordingly."

Tang San accepted the badge with both hands and bowed deeply, saying, "Thank you, Auntie."

The middle-aged woman smiled: "Young man, you are very polite. What are your plans for the future? Will you continue cultivating, or go to a Soul Master Academy?"

"I plan to go to Notting Academy first," Tang San said. "I'm still young and don't understand many things, so I want to go to the academy to learn."

The middle-aged woman nodded in understanding.

"Notting Academy admits students every year. Just bring your Soul Master Badge to apply; it shouldn't be difficult to get accepted."

"Okay, thank you, Auntie."

Tang San carefully put away the badge and turned to walk towards the door.

As he walked out of the Spirit Hall gate, he subconsciously glanced in the direction of his father.

Tang Hao leaned against the wall at the alley entrance and nodded slightly to him.

Tang San walked over quickly, a smile on his face.

"Dad, I got it."

He held up the bronze badge in his hand, which gleamed in the sunlight.

Tang Hao took the badge, looked at it, and a slight smile appeared on his lips.

"Let's go home."

"good!"

The father and son turned and walked towards the outskirts of Nottingham.

What Tang San didn't notice was that as he walked out of the Spirit Hall, someone was staring at his back from behind a window on the second floor.

It was a middle-aged man with a buzz cut wearing a black robe, and a silver badge pinned to his chest with the pattern of three long swords engraved on it—the mark of a Great Soul Master.

"Blue Silver Grass, innate full soul power, healing-type soul skills..." he murmured to himself, a thoughtful look flashing in his eyes.

However, it was just a thought.

The Spirit Hall sees many talents of this caliber every year, so they are not worth paying special attention to.

He withdrew his gaze, turned around, and walked back to his office.

Tang Hao's perception permeated the entire Spirit Hall.

He naturally noticed the gaze of that great soul master.

But since the other party did not make any further moves, Tang Hao did not make a move.

"It seems that San'er's file won't cause too much of a stir," he thought to himself. "That's for the best."

As for what happens next—

Tang Hao looked down at Tang San, who was bouncing around beside him, and a slight smile appeared on his lips.

We'll talk about the future later.

With him around, nobody can touch a hair on his son's head.

.....