Douluo Continent: Who exactly is my father?

Under the control of the Sea God's divine power, Bo Feng's original Sea God Martial Soul Ring miraculously matched with the Clear Sky Hammer. With the addition of the Soul Ring, Bo Feng finally realized the true power of the Clear Sky Hammer, which was truly terrifying.

He even wondered what it would be like to use the Great Sumeru Hammer when the Haotian Hammer unleashes its explosive ring technique; Bo Feng really wanted to experience it firsthand. Ever since he had cultivated the Haotian Hammer technique from a young age, it could be said that Bo Feng could memorize any secret manual of the Haotian Sect and use it well.

"As expected of the sixth brother's son, kid, how old are you this year?" the second elder asked excitedly.

Namikaze answered honestly, "Fourteen."

Upon hearing this, everyone present, except for Tang Hao who gave a wry smile, was stunned. For a moment, the entire hall fell silent.

A fourteen-year-old Soul King with such amazing Soul Rings—this is even more impressive than the old sect master…

Looking back at Bofeng's age, among all the people present, who else could have achieved such success?

(This is a cheat!)

Tang Yao slowly descended from above, walked straight to Bo Feng, and nodded in satisfaction, smiling, "Not bad, you're already a Soul King at the age of fourteen. Your talent is truly exceptional, even surpassing that of the old sect master. Given time, our Clear Sky Sect will have another Title Douluo."

(Namikaze: That's right, don't you even know whose child he is! Innate full soul power level 20, that's no joke.)

"What a pity, Sixth Elder, he won't be able to see this scene. Damn Spirit Hall, Sect Master, please give the order to let me lead a group of disciples to Spirit Hall and destroy a few of them first..." The hot-tempered Seventh Elder had always held a grudge about this, and his hatred for Spirit Hall had reached its extreme.

Tang Yao's face showed bitterness. "Seventh Elder, please calm down. This time, the Spirit Hall caught us off guard, causing the Sixth Elder to perish on the spot. The Clear Sky Sect will not forget this debt. In three months, the old sect master will return from Seagod Island. After he returns, we will discuss this further."

"Hao'er, take Tang Feng downstairs first, prepare a room for him, and then teach Tang Feng the secret techniques of the Haotian Sect one by one."

"Yes." Tang Hao accepted the order and immediately left with Bo Feng.

Bo Feng wanted to stay, but there was nothing he could do; his status had changed. And so, Bo Feng reluctantly left the hall with Tang Hao…

After the two left…

Tang Yao said with a very bad expression, "Have you heard? A twin martial soul has appeared at the Spirit Hall!"

Chapter Eight: My Little Niece's Kiss

Twin martial souls—this is only the second time in nearly a hundred years that such a phenomenon has appeared…

The Second Elder shook his head bitterly. "The Sect Master is right. Moreover, that person with twin martial souls was taken as a disciple by Pope Qian Xunji at a young age. The current Haotian Sect... sigh!"

"Don't we still have Tang Feng?" the Seventh Elder said indignantly. "Tang Feng is already a Soul King at the age of fourteen. Given time, he will surely become a Title Douluo. What are we afraid of the Spirit Hall for? When the old sect master returns, we will recommend Tang Feng to him and let him personally teach him."

"We will settle all scores, old and new, with the Spirit Hall!"

After leaving the main hall, Bo Feng, led by Tang Hao, arrived at the disciples' quarters. The houses, built of piled stones, had few luxurious decorations and looked extremely simple.

"Brother Tang Feng, this is your residence. You must be tired today. I will bring the Haotian Sect's secret manuals over tomorrow."

Bo Feng smiled and nodded. "Thank you, Brother Hao."

"Hmm." Tang Hao was about to leave when he noticed Tang Yuehua, who had quietly followed him, standing frozen at the door.

"Yuehua, we should go." Tang Hao whispered a reminder, which startled Tang Yuehua from her reverie. She responded to Tang Hao and then followed him away with her own thoughts.

Inside the room, Bo Feng locked the doors and windows, having already quietly infiltrated under the guise of "Tang Feng." Just now, his older brother had mentioned that their father wouldn't be able to return from Seagod Island for another three months. During these three months, Bo Feng's only task was to cultivate diligently, hoping to surprise his father by giving him the Nine Heavens Star Grass without prematurely revealing his identity.

My father then went to the Killing City, hoping to avoid being possessed by the Crimson Nine-Headed Bat King. He didn't know why he had transmigrated, completely disrupting his original plans.

That's all the wind can do now...

The problem now is how to return to the present world. It's not a solution for Bofeng to stay in the past forever!

Another crucial question is why his Sea God Martial Soul was suddenly sealed, as if some mysterious force was restricting it.

Furthermore, the five spirit rings originally belonging to the Sea God were actually attached to the Clear Sky Hammer spirit, which was the part that Bo Feng found most puzzling.

Overwhelmed with anxiety, Bo Feng didn't know what to do for a moment, so he sat cross-legged on the bed and decided that calming down and cultivating was the right way.

……

As night fell and darkness descended outside, Bo Feng continued his silent cultivation, never leaving his room for even a moment.

During his cultivation, Bo Feng attempted to break through the mysterious seal more than once. After each attempt, Bo Feng's head throbbed with pain, and strange yet familiar images would occasionally flash through his mind.

These were memories that Namikaze had previously lost, which, along with the power of the sea god, were sealed in her mind, causing Namikaze to lose many memories.

With cold sweat beading on his brow and panting heavily, Bo Feng slowly sat down on the edge of the bed. He couldn't keep going like this; if he continued, his head would ache unbearably.

As the saying goes, "The one who tied the knot must untie it."

Apart from the sea god, it is estimated that no one can break this seal.

"Dong dong dong..."

Just then, the door suddenly opened...

"Who is it?" Bo Feng asked, puzzled. Who could be coming to him at this hour?

"I am Tang Yuehua."

Tang Yuehua's voice rang out from outside the door.

"My little niece? What's she doing here?" Bofeng frowned slightly.

"Come in, the door's unlocked." Not knowing the situation, Bo Feng guessed that she was most likely there to thank her, after all, she had saved her life that morning.

"Tang Feng..."

"Okay, do it, cousin." Bofeng brought over a stool, and the two sat facing each other.

"I wonder what brings you here, cousin?" Bo Feng asked, handing Tang Yuehua a cup of tea.

Tang Yuehua looked at Bo Feng and stammered, "Today, thank you... thank you for saving me. If you hadn't come in time, I would be..."

Falling off a cliff is 100% certain death.

Bo Feng smiled and said, "We're all from the same sect, so there's no need for us to hold grudges. Besides, Brother Hao helped me today, and I also saved you by chance. It's only natural for fellow disciples to be like this. If we're talking about gratitude, then we'll really become estranged."

"Is there anything else?"

"Oh? That's right!"

After saying that, Tang Yuehua took out a wooden box.

"Extend out your right hand."

"?"

"Don't think I don't know that your right hand was already frostbitten when you risked your life to grab the slippery chain today."

Faced with Tang Yuehua's question, Bo Feng had no choice but to nod with a wry smile, then stretched out his right hand. The wound was not yet completely stitched up, and traces of blood were still faintly visible.

Tang Yuehua felt a pang of heartache; this had happened while trying to save her.

Immediately afterwards, he took out a small bottle from the wooden box and, under Bo Feng's puzzled gaze, began to slowly apply it to Bo Feng's wound, which immediately caused a burst of sour and refreshing sensation.

"This is a special medicine from our sect, and it is extremely effective for your injury."

After quickly bandaging the wound, Bofeng smiled and thanked her, saying, "Thanks, cousin."

"It's nothing, I'm the one who should be thanking you," Tang Yuehua continued. "Can I ask you a question?"

"Speaking…"

Are you really only fourteen years old?

Bofeng nodded with a wry smile. "It's the real deal. If you don't believe me, you can ask someone else to feel my bones. My bone age is indeed fourteen years old without a doubt."

"It's unbelievable! A fourteen-year-old Soul King standing right in front of me. You know, my second brother is already hailed as a genius that our Clear Sky Sect sees only once in a century. Your appearance has truly broadened my horizons. You have no idea how my father and the other uncles looked today." She couldn't help but sigh. Her second brother, at this age, was far from being as exceptionally talented as Tang Feng. And those five mysterious Soul Rings shattered the current definition of Soul Rings in the Soul Master world.

"It takes effort to accomplish something; if you want to do something, you must endure hardships that are unimaginable to ordinary people."

Thinking back to his childhood training on Poseidon Island, it was truly a nostalgic experience. Namikaze's eyes were glazed over, as if he were transported back to his childhood, to the little moments he shared with his mother.

Suddenly, my left cheek became damp...

The wind instantly snapped back to reality from its fantasy…

A startled look appeared on Bo Feng's face as Tang Yuehua, sitting opposite him, suddenly vanished. A faint, uniquely feminine fragrance instantly caught Bo Feng's attention.

"Little...cousin, what are you doing?"

Bo Feng quickly dodged, looking at his little niece helplessly. When did his usually dignified and composed little niece become like this?

Friendly reminder: Your left cheek is still damp.

Tang Yuehua smiled and said, "I didn't do anything! Just consider it... my way of repaying you for saving me today."

Chapter Nine, Namikaze, you're a fucking genius!

Tang Yuehua smiled playfully at Bo Feng, then, carrying her medicine box in one hand, she left happily...

Bofeng's lips twitched as he touched his still-charming cheek. How dignified and composed his little niece had been twenty years ago! How could she have been so playful and adorable—no, mischievous and naughty?

Forget it, I'll stay away from my niece from now on to avoid unnecessary trouble.

Then, Bo Feng continued to sit cross-legged on the bed and began his silent cultivation...

Tang Yuehua, blushing, ran back to her residence after leaving Bofeng's place.

She entered the room, and without a word, blushed and burrowed into bed. Recalling what had just happened, she felt utterly ashamed. For some reason, she hadn't been able to resist kissing…

Recalling the moment Tang Feng saved her, her originally rosy cheeks became even more vibrant, making her look extremely beautiful.

Nothing more was said that night…

The next morning, Bo Feng got up early. Because he had saved Tang Yuehua the day before, all the disciples of the Haotian Sect knew that the sect had produced another unparalleled genius. He had become a Soul King at the age of fourteen, even surpassing Tang Hao in talent. His monstrous talent was comparable to that of the sect's founding master, Tang Chen.

That spirit ring configuration is so high that it could be described as being for someone who isn't a spirit master, and that's not an exaggeration at all.

At the Haotian Sect's training grounds, as the first rays of sunlight shone in the morning, many disciples wielding Haotian Hammers began their training in the dawn.

As the number one sect in the world today, the Clear Sky Sect has a strict sect system. Bo Feng, sporting dark circles under his eyes, listlessly mingled in the group, following the rhythm of the other disciples and swinging the Clear Sky Hammer as well.

Last night, my little niece's kiss completely blew my mind...

I always felt that my little niece's eyes were captivating, as if they held a certain meaning for me. Of course, this was only in my imagination.

As for Tang Yuehua's true impression of Bofeng, only she herself knows.

Cultivation in a sect is truly boring. In addition to daily cultivation, disciples also have to patrol, investigate, and go out to purchase supplies.

If Bo Feng had known that life in a sect would be so miserable, he would have preferred to go directly to Tian Dou City. After obtaining the Vast Ocean Universe Cover, he headed to Sea God Island to undergo the Nine Trials of the Sea God.

After morning practice, Tang Hao called Bo Feng away alone, as arranged by the sect elders and sect leader. Bo Feng was a special disciple. What made him a special disciple?

Those are the people who need special care!

Tang Hao and Bo Feng entered a sealed room. The spacious interior, apart from a few floor-to-ceiling windows, was not decorated much. The only thing that surprised them was...