Chapter 114: Tang San Wants to Train the Haotian Hammer
While Zhao Wouji and Yu Xiaogang were still discussing the events of the previous night at the Great Spirit Arena, a shadow suddenly appeared in the room.
Zhao Wouji instantly raised his guard but relaxed a moment later when he saw who it was.
"Your Excellency Haotian," Zhao Wouji said, standing up straight, visibly nervous.
The rumors circulating outside about Tang Hao's massacre were terrifying—he didn't know what was true anymore.
"Your Excellency Haotian, were the rumors about the Great Spirit Arena last night… true?" Yu Xiaogang also stood, startled by Tang Hao's sudden arrival.
Tang Hao's gaze slowly swept over the two of them before settling on Yu Xiaogang.
He didn't bother explaining the previous night's events. Instead, his tone turned cold.
"Yu Xiaogang, what do you think of what that Warlock said about the Blue Silver Grass Martial Soul's cultivation method?"
Yu Xiaogang froze, his expression turning dark.
He couldn't help recalling how the Warlock had humiliated him in front of thousands, disgracing everything he had built.
Tang Hao's eyes bore into him, filled with doubt.
Though the Warlock had framed him, Tang Hao couldn't deny that the man's understanding of the Blue Silver Grass Martial Soul had been… accurate.
Ah Yin's Blue Silver Grass had been powerful and vibrant without any unnecessary toxins—and Tang San, her son, should share that same essence.
"Your Excellency Haotian! That Warlock was speaking nonsense! My training plan for Xiao San's Martial Soul is flawless!" Yu Xiaogang argued stubbornly, face red with anger.
When he finished, he lowered his head, eyes brimming with frustration. Decades of building his image as the "Grandmaster" had unraveled overnight; his reputation might never recover.
"Please, Your Excellency," he said with urgency. "Trust me. I'll take Xiao San to compete in the Continental Advanced Spirit Master Elite Tournament, and you'll see the results for yourself!"
His tone was resolute.
Tang Hao studied him with a faint frown, then nodded.
"I'll wait for your results. But if you fail to guide him properly, then after the tournament, I'll take him away and teach him myself," he said flatly.
He couldn't afford to draw attention now—but letting Yu Xiaogang continue would do for the time being.
At least his relationship with Tang San remained a secret—for now, that was a blessing.
"Xiao San will stay with you. I must not linger here," Tang Hao said in a low, distant voice.
"Your Excellency, the rumors—what happened last night—were they true?" Zhao Wouji asked carefully.
Hearing that, Tang Hao's anger stirred again, but he forced it down.
"It's true. I lost my temper because I fell into the Warlock's trap. His spiritual attacks were… unnatural," Tang Hao replied through gritted teeth, fists trembling.
Zhao Wouji and Yu Xiaogang exchanged uneasy looks.
Could a mere Spirit King really influence a Titled Douluo? It sounded impossible.
Tang Hao clearly had no patience left to explain.
"You don't need to concern yourselves with that. Just train Xiao San properly."
With a sharp turn and a whip of his cloak, Tang Hao flew out of the room.
…
At Shrek Academy's cafeteria, the Shrek Seven Devils sat around the table, their faces heavy and solemn.
Their battle with the Warlock had shattered their confidence completely—especially Tang San's.
Clenching his fists, he recalled the feeling of utter helplessness before the Warlock, and that phrase still haunted him.
"I'll be taking your Xuantian Record."
Why? How could the Warlock have known about the Xuantian Record?
Could he… also be someone who had crossed worlds?
Panic flickered in Tang San's eyes. The one thing he'd always prided himself on—the Tang Sect arts, the Xuantian Record, his hidden knowledge—suddenly felt far less unique.
And beyond that, he had his twin martial souls—something he had believed made him untouchable.
Yet in the face of the Warlock, all that felt meaningless. Only fear remained.
He bowed his head and slowly extended his left hand.
A small, pitch-black hammer appeared in his palm.
If I train this martial soul… could I defeat the Warlock?
The thought began to take root, growing uncontrollably in his mind.
"You're all here," a calm voice suddenly interrupted his train of thought.
Tang San quickly withdrew his hammer, his movements flustered.
Luo Ling stepped into the cafeteria, casually glancing at the group before walking toward Ning Rongrong.
He smiled faintly. "Seems everyone's not in the best of spirits today, hmm?"
Ning Rongrong glared at him. "And whose fault do you think that is?"
Luo Ling shrugged innocently, putting on an exaggerated sigh. "Yes, yes, it's all that Warlock's fault. How terrible of him."
"Oh, right," he added casually, turning to her. "Remember that gift I promised you? I've got it now."
Ning Rongrong blinked, her expression immediately lighting up. She glanced quickly toward Tang San, then leaned close.
"You mean… the hidden weapons?" she whispered softly.
Luo Ling nodded. "Exactly."
Her eyes sparkled with excitement. For the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Clan, Tang San's hidden weapon designs were priceless.
She grabbed Luo Ling's hand and hurried him out of the cafeteria.
They reached her dorm, where Ning Rongrong swiftly shut the door behind them and stretched out a hand.
"Well? Give it to me!"
"You're a bit impatient, don't you think?" Luo Ling said helplessly.
"Do you even realize how valuable those weapons are to our clan?" she shot back.
"Of course I do," he said, pointing at his head, amused. "But right now, they're all stored in here."
"In your head?" Ning Rongrong repeated, her eyes widening. She suddenly thought back to the Warlock's eerie abilities—the way he had tormented Tang San, the screams that had filled the arena.
An uneasy chill ran down her spine.
"Brother Ling… you're not saying you can… take things out of someone's mind, are you?" she whispered, half afraid of the answer.
Luo Ling smiled faintly and said nothing.
Ning Rongrong shivered, staring at him with a mixture of curiosity and fear.
No one wanted their memories rifled through.
"Don't worry. Your little thoughts don't interest me," Luo Ling teased, lightly flicking her forehead.
She covered her head, pouting—but somehow, the soft gesture soothed her nerves.
With a quiet huff, the tension in her eyes eased.
"The designs are safe in my mind," Luo Ling continued. "I'll need time to put them to paper before I can hand them over."
"Probably around the time you all head to Heaven Dou City. I'll stop by the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Clan then and talk to Uncle Ning myself."
"Fine, we'll leave it at that," Ning Rongrong said, nodding in agreement.
(END CHAPTER)
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