Douluo Continent: Tonight, a Fairy Tale Descends

The heavy casting hammer, accompanied by a whooshing sound, crashed down onto the virtual anvil point.

The first blow was powerful and heavy!

Then came the second hammer blow, the third hammer blow... The hammer shadows began to stretch endlessly, the power like overlapping waves, each one stronger than the last!

At this moment, Tang San's body seemed to have become the eye of a storm, and the forging hammer was the gale that tore through the air!

Seventy-two blows! Seventy-three blows! Seventy-four blows!

Sweat quickly soaked his back, and the black hair on his forehead stuck to his skin, but his eyes grew brighter and his movements became more fluid.

Without Tang Hao present, he was able to immerse himself even more in the thrill of his ever-increasing power, and his mind and hammer technique became increasingly in harmony.

Finally, the eighty-first hammer fell with unstoppable force, as if even the air itself trembled from the impact.

"Ha ha……"

Tang San, slightly out of breath, put down his hammer and stood up, feeling the surging blood and energy within his body and the slight increase in his soul power. A look of satisfaction appeared on his handsome face.

The Chaotic Cloak Hammer Technique is not only a power-generating skill, but it is also remarkably effective in tempering the body and stimulating soul power.

We're done practicing, time to go home.

His sister was still waiting for him to have dinner together.

He casually put the forging hammer back in its place, dusted himself off, and prepared to leave. His gaze unconsciously swept across the courtyard again, but Tang Hao was still nowhere to be seen.

"It seems I won't be coming back today," Tang San thought to himself, without much emotion.

He walked toward the dimly lit inner room of the blacksmith's shop, intending to grab some things and leave.

Pushing open the half-closed wooden door, a stronger stench, a mixture of cheap alcohol and damp musty smell, hit me.

The light was dim, with only a few rays of the setting sun shining through the broken window, illuminating the dust in the air.

Tang San's gaze habitually swept over the familiar, cluttered furnishings in the room: scattered wine bottles, piles of scrap iron, and the creaking, broken wooden bed...

However, his gaze suddenly fixed on the only broken wooden table.

On the table, several bulging money bags were piled up in a jarring contrast to the perpetually empty tabletop he remembered.

Above the money pouch was a piece of rough, clean paper that seemed out of place in the dirty and messy environment.

A strange feeling of palpitation instantly appeared in Tang San's heart, making him hold his breath.

He instinctively walked to the table, reached out, and picked up the paper.

On the paper, there were only a few large, crooked characters:

"I'm leaving. Take care of yourself. The money's on the table. Father."

"gone?"

Tang San held the light, flimsy piece of paper, standing still as if he had turned into a stone statue.

gone?

He just... left like that?

Chapter 121 Yu Xiaogang's Ecstasy

Tang San held the light piece of paper in his hand, standing still.

A cool breeze ruffled the black hair on his forehead, but it couldn't dispel the coldness on his face.

There was no farewell, no explanation, not even a decent word of advice.

It's like throwing away an unnecessary piece of luggage or getting rid of a burden.

An indescribable rage, mixed with the disappointment of being abandoned, surged and churned in Tang San's chest like magma.

His fingernails dug deeply into his palms, drawing blood, but he felt no pain whatsoever.

Tang San thought he had long been disappointed in that man and no longer had any expectations of him.

But when this cold farewell was presented to him in such a straightforward and cruel way, it was a shock.

An overwhelming sense of humiliation and anger welled up within him, a feeling of being utterly abandoned and disregarded, shattering all his composure.

"Ah……"

This is his father? The man who spends his days in a drunken stupor, doing nothing but blacksmithing and drinking, and who even seems impatient when trying to teach him?

Just when I had just learned the Chaotic Cloak Hammer Technique and thought I could finally learn something real from him, he just left like that?

Tang San let out a very low, cold laugh, and the last trace of expectation for his so-called father in his eyes was completely extinguished.

Yeah.

They've left cleanly.

He no longer had to face Tang Hao's decadent and dissolute demeanor! He no longer had to endure his haphazard and time-wasting teachings!

Finally, I don't have to be distracted by this so-called father anymore!

Without him, my sister and I would only be better off!

Tang San expressionlessly crumpled the paper into a ball, then exerted a little force, and the paper instantly turned into dust, drifting between his fingers.

He snorted coldly, picked up the money bag on the table, turned around and walked out with firm steps, without the slightest hesitation.

When he returned to Nottingham College and walked to the foot of Dormitory 3, Cinderella was waiting for him as always, bathed in the afterglow of the setting sun.

She was wearing a pale yellow dress today, and her clear blue eyes were smiling at Tang San.

"Hey, it seems like you finished a little later than usual today?" Cinderella greeted him, her tone light and cheerful.

Tang San stopped and looked into Cinderella's concerned eyes, and a trace of the icy coldness in his heart melted.

He paused for a moment before speaking in a calm tone devoid of any emotion: "Sister, he's gone."

Cinderella's smile faltered slightly, a flash of understanding crossing her azure eyes before being replaced by deep worry.

"Gone? Dad...did he leave Nottingham? What happened?"

"He left a note and some money." Tang San said succinctly, his tone as indifferent as if he were talking about something that had nothing to do with him.

"They didn't say where they were going, nor whether they would come back."

Cinderella carefully observed Tang San's expression and instantly understood. Tang Hao's departure was expected, but she hadn't anticipated it would be so quick and so decisive.

This was clearly a significant blow to Tang San.

Cinderella sighed, stepped forward gently, and reached out to grasp Tang San's somewhat cold hand.

“It’s good that you’re gone…” Cinderella’s voice was gentle.

"Perhaps Dad has things he has to do. Little San, don't think too much. From now on, it'll just be the two of us, brother and sister, relying on each other. Your sister will always be with you. We'll definitely live better and become stronger, right?"

Feeling the warmth from his palm and listening to Cinderella's gentle yet firm words, Tang San's last ripple of emotion from being abandoned completely subsided.

He gripped Cinderella's hand tightly in return and nodded vigorously.

"Yes, I know, sister." Tang San's voice was deep and full of strength.

"Without him, we will only be better off! From now on, there will be no more obstacles on my path of cultivation! I will definitely become stronger than anyone else, strong enough to protect you, forever!"

"I believe you, mistress." Cinderella smiled, like sunlight piercing through the clouds, instantly illuminating everything around her.

"Let's go eat, then continue our cultivation! We have a long way to go!"

"it is good."

……

That night, in another corner of Notting College.

Yu Xiaogang also learned of Tang Hao's departure; Tang San told him when he came to return a book to him that evening.

Tang San came alone, carrying the notebook about the precise control of soul power that Cinderella had borrowed.

He came alone, without Cinderella accompanying him.

Deep down, Tang San always maintained a high degree of vigilance and distrust towards Yu Xiaogang. He was especially worried about letting his simple-minded and easily trusting sister approach this theoretical master alone, who he saw as having a lewd look in his eyes and an unpredictable mind.

Although Tang San deeply loathed Yu Xiaogang, finding him weak in spirit power, theoretically inept, and prone to secretly eyeing his sister with unsettling glances, he knew clearly that reality was cruel.

Right now, he and Cinderella are just two junior Soul Masters who have only obtained their first Soul Ring.

Their father, Tang Hao, suddenly left without a trace, and they lost their most direct and powerful support.

In Notting City, and even in the future world of Soul Masters, they need a shield, a mentor who can at least offer some protection and guidance in the open.

Yu Xiaogang, whose background seems mysterious and whose reputation in the Soul Master theory community is quite high, is obviously the most suitable and only choice under the current circumstances.

He needs to utilize Yu Xiaogang's resources and reputation, at least until he and his sister have sufficient means to protect themselves.

Therefore, Tang San suppressed his disgust, maintaining an almost indifferent calm on his face, placed the notebook on Yu Xiaogang's desk, and spoke in a tone that revealed no emotion:

“Master, I have finished reading the book, thank you. Also, my father has left Nottingham City on some business, and his return date is uncertain. If my sister and I have any questions about cultivation in the future, I'm afraid we will have to trouble you more often.”

When Yu Xiaogang heard the news, his hand holding the quill pen trembled violently, and a drop of ink fell onto the manuscript he was writing, spreading into a small stain.

He first looked up in shock at Tang San, as if trying to find any trace of a joke on the other's face, but only saw a bottomless calm.

Immediately, an indescribable, almost overwhelming joy erupted in his heart like a volcanic eruption.

Haotian Douluo is gone!

The terrifying presence that hung over his head like the Sword of Damocles had finally left.

what does this mean?

This means that from now on, his teaching of Tang San and Cinderella will no longer be subject to any external interference or intimidation.

He could truly unleash his potential and meticulously cultivate these two unparalleled geniuses, following his groundbreaking theories.

They will become living evidence proving that Yu Xiaogang is not a useless person, but a theoretical master unprecedented in history!

Chapter 122 For Revenge

Although Tang Hao had warned Yu Xiaogang, he believed that as long as he did his best to raise the two children to be successful, when Haotian Douluo returned in the future, he would only have to thank him!

The immense excitement made Yu Xiaogang tremble almost all over.