Douluo Continent: Possessing Tang San's Body, Inheriting Life and Destruction

When they returned to the blacksmith's shop, it was already close to noon.

"Tang Hao! Tang Hao!"

Old Jack's voice was urgent and sharp; he truly loathed this slovenly blacksmith.

"Who's yelling?"

The curtain to the inner room was suddenly thrown open, and Tang Hao walked out with a frown, looking irritable and impatient.

Tang Hao first noticed Tang San, then his gaze shifted to Old Jack's face. "Old Jack, what are you doing?"

Old Jack was further enraged by his attitude. He put his hands on his hips and launched into a tirade: "Today is the day your third child awakens his martial spirit! Don't you know how important that is? Other families have both parents with them, but you, you're still the same old you! Do you, as his father, have even a shred of conscience?"

Tang Hao seemed not to hear Jack's scolding, and turned his gaze back to Tang San, "Little San, what kind of martial soul did you awaken?"

Tang Hao's expression remained unchanged as he listened silently to Old Jack's spittle flying everywhere. He neither refuted nor explained.

After Old Jack finished speaking, Tang Hao turned his gaze back to Tang San: "Little San, what kind of martial soul did you awaken?"

Tang San ignored Tang Hao and turned to Old Jack, giving him a sweet smile: "Grandpa Jack, you should go back first. I'll come find you later."

Tang San knew that it was inconvenient to expose the Clear Sky Hammer to others, also to avoid causing trouble for Old Jack.

Old Jack glanced at Tang San, his anger gradually turning into helplessness and heartache. He reached out and patted Tang San's head, his voice softening, "Good boy, Grandpa will head back now."

After saying that, Old Jack turned to Tang Hao, his tone becoming serious again: "Xiao San has awakened his innate full soul power. I've decided to give him the one work-study spot in the village this year. He'll go to the Notting City Junior Soul Master Academy to study. I hope you won't hold him back."

As soon as he finished speaking, old Jack turned and left, his steps resolute, as if he couldn't bear to stay in the blacksmith shop for even a second longer.

Old Jack's figure quickly disappeared outside the door, and the sound of his footsteps gradually faded into the distance.

The blacksmith shop fell silent again.

"Innate full soul power?" Tang Hao finally spoke. "Little San, what martial soul did you awaken?"

Tang San didn't want to get too entangled with Tang Hao on this matter. With a thought, he immediately summoned two martial souls: Blue Silver Grass in his right hand and Clear Sky Hammer in his left. The Clear Sky Hammer was a small, jet-black hammer with a handle about half a foot long, a cylindrical head, and blue electric arcs swirling around its body.

The moment the Clear Sky Hammer appeared in Tang San's hand, the air in the entire blacksmith shop seemed to become somewhat oppressive.

An invisible pressure emanated from the small hammer; though faint, it carried an innate domineering aura.

The weight of that small hammer was also extraordinary. Tang San's left hand involuntarily sank slightly, and the veins on his arm stood out, clearly indicating that he was struggling to support it.

Tang San said calmly, "I have awakened two martial souls, one is Blue Silver Grass, and the other is this hammer."

"This, this is... Twin Martial Souls." Tang Hao arrived in front of Tang San in almost an instant, reaching out his rough hand to grab Tang San's left hand.

Tang San had anticipated this and immediately took two steps back, perfectly avoiding Tang Hao's palm. Then, with a thought, Tang San slowly retracted his two martial souls back into his body.

Tang Hao was also taken aback by Tang San's reaction. His large hand froze in mid-air, maintaining the gripping posture. Looking at the child he had ignored for six whole years, his lips trembled slightly, and he didn't know how to speak for a moment.

a long time.

Tang Hao's hand slowly fell to his sides, his face a mixture of pain, guilt, and other emotions.

Tang San stood still, watching him quietly.

Tang Hao opened his mouth, his voice low and deep: "Xiao San, I...I...I'm sorry."

Tang San didn't show much emotion upon hearing this. Looking at the person who should have been his closest person in the world, Tang San really didn't want to have any entanglement with Tang Hao, and he didn't want to be dragged into an endless vortex of revenge.

Tang San said coldly, "There's no such thing as 'I owe you' or 'I'm sorry.' I don't need it anymore."

These words were like a knife stabbing into Tang Hao's chest. Tang Hao shuddered, his body hunching over slightly.

"I'll be going to Notting Academy in three months. You'll have to live on your own from now on." Tang San said this, then turned and walked to the earthen stove, squatted down, and began preparing lunch.

Tang Hao slowly followed, and after a moment of silence, asked in a low voice, "...No one else saw your hammer, right?"

Tang San pulled a flint from under the stove without looking up: "No. When I awakened, I only manifested the Blue Silver Grass."

"Crack, crack, crack!" The flint struck, scattering a few sparks that landed on a small clump of dry grass, and flames suddenly shot up.

Tang Hao stood beside Tang San and remained silent for a while, seemingly considering his words.

"Alright. I agree to let you go to Notting Academy, but you must promise me that you will never use that hammer in front of anyone, nor will you attach any spirit rings to it."

Tang San paused, looked up, and asked with feigned confusion, "Why?"

Tang Hao's eyes flickered, as if he were avoiding something: "Xiao San, I also have my own unspeakable difficulties. Some things... it's too early to tell you now."

Tang San lowered his head and stuffed a few pieces of firewood into the stove: "There's nothing to be ashamed of. Although I'm young, I'm already quite sensible and won't be as pathetic as you."

After speaking, Tang San stood up and pushed Tang Hao, who was blocking his way, aside. He walked behind the stove, took out eggs and a soft-boned rabbit that he had prepared beforehand, picked up a kitchen knife, and quickly cut it into even small pieces.

Tang San heated the pot, greased it, and added ginger with fluid movements. The oil sizzled in the pot, and the aroma of ginger slices gradually wafted out.

"It's okay if you don't want to talk about it, I won't beg you. I can find out the truth myself later," Tang San said without turning his head as he prepared the dishes.

Tang San skillfully poured the rabbit meat into the pot. With a "sizzle," white smoke rose, and the aroma of meat mixed with the fragrance of ginger filled the entire blacksmith shop.

Tang San stirred the rabbit meat in the pot and continued, "I promise you, I won't use that hammer in front of others anymore, nor will I add any spirit rings to it. But I also hope you won't interfere in my life anymore. For the sake of you giving birth to me, I'll try my best to come back to see you once a year."

Upon hearing this, Tang Hao felt a surge of anger welling up inside him. He opened his mouth, as if to say something.

But at that moment, Tang Hao's gaze fell on Tang San.

That small figure stood behind the stove, which was even taller than Tang San, so he had to stand on tiptoe to reach the bottom of the pot.

Tang San's movements were so skillful that it saddened Tang Hao. He washed rice, cooked rice, cut meat, and stir-fried vegetables, and every step was done in an orderly manner.