Chapter 157: Revealing the Truth, The Number One Weapon Martial Soul in the World, Clear Sky Hammer
Yu Xiaogang closed his eyes.
When he opened them again, the urgency and agitation in his gaze had been forcibly suppressed.
He absolutely could not panic, nor could he press Tang San for answers.
He understood Tang San.
This child responded to softness, not force, and was actually very opinionated deep down.
Sigh…
He let out a long sigh.
The sound drifted in the night wind, filled with deep helplessness.
He stepped forward and gently placed a hand on Tang San's shoulder.
The movement was slow, carrying a heavy sense of reassurance.
"Xiao San."
He spoke, his voice lowered and softened, trying to adopt his usual patient, guiding tone.
"I know what Lin Qingmo showed today had a huge impact on you."
"Not just you; even I was deeply shaken."
He paused, observing Tang San's reaction.
Tang San frowned slightly, seemingly displeased at the mention of Lin Qingmo.
"But you have to see the essence of things clearly."
"How do you think Lin Qingmo managed to do all that?"
Yu Xiaogang answered his own question, his tone becoming firm.
"It's luck. Some kind of extraordinary encounter we neither understand nor can replicate."
"Perhaps that mysterious Titled Douluo behind him gave him some heavenly treasures, or perhaps his martial soul underwent some mutation unknown to us."
"These things obtained through luck are like castles in the air. They look magnificent, but they have no foundation."
"More importantly, they cannot be taught or replicated. For the vast majority of soul masters, including you, they have no reference value at all."
"Even if, on the surface, you both seem to have Blue Silver Grass martial souls, he is clearly different."
Yu Xiaogang looked at Tang San, his eyes regaining focus and strength.
"But we are different, Xiao San."
"We are walking the righteous path of combining theory and practice, step by step, building an incomparably solid foundation."
"This is the most reliable path to reaching the peak of strength."
He saw Tang San's eyelashes tremble slightly and knew he was listening.
Listening was a good sign!
"And don't forget your own talent."
Yu Xiaogang's tone grew heavier, carrying a guiding emphasis.
"Twin Martial Souls, this is a peerless talent that is rare in a hundred, no, a thousand years. How many people in the entire Douluo Continent have this?"
"No matter how special Lin Qingmo's encounter is, his upper limit was largely determined the moment his martial soul awakened."
"But your upper limit, Xiao San,"
Yu Xiaogang paused, enunciating each word: "is unknown."
"Twin martial souls mean infinite possibilities. This is your most precious and most powerful advantage, something no lucky encounter can compare to."
These words were like a key, instantly opening a gate in Tang San's heart that had been blocked by confusion.
His eyes suddenly lit up, like two sparks rekindled.
"Teacher! Then my second martial soul… can I start cultivating it now?"
His body leaned forward unconsciously, his voice filled with barely restrained urgency and longing.
Become stronger!
Those two words filled Tang San's mind.
He had had enough of the helplessness he felt when facing Lin Qingmo, enough of being completely suppressed by Lin Qingmo's brilliance.
If he could cultivate his second martial soul, if he could grow stronger faster…
He even began to imagine himself using two powerful martial souls to defeat Lin Qingmo completely.
However, Yu Xiaogang's expression changed abruptly the moment he asked that question.
"No!"
A stern, almost scolding rejection burst from Yu Xiaogang's mouth.
His tone was resolute, leaving no room for negotiation.
Even due to his emotional agitation, the faint aura of a Soul Grandmaster around him slightly rippled, startling the night birds nearby.
The color drained from Tang San's face instantly.
His lips pressed tightly together, almost forming a pale straight line.
The light in his eyes extinguished at once, replaced by deep resentment.
Why?
He looked up at Yu Xiaogang and stubbornly asked, "Teacher, why?"
"Since the second martial soul has unlimited potential, why can't I cultivate it now? I want to become stronger; I want…"
He wanted to say, "I want to defeat Lin Qingmo," but ultimately swallowed the words.
Seeing the disappointment and unwillingness in his disciple's eyes, Yu Xiaogang felt a soft pang in his heart, but even more so a heavy complexity.
He knew that some secrets had to be revealed now.
Otherwise, the rift between master and disciple would only grow wider.
He sighed again, this time with much more weight behind it.
Yu Xiaogang turned around, his back facing Tang San, gazing at the incomplete crescent moon on the horizon.
The moonlight was cold, shining upon his graying hair and his upright yet somewhat lonely silhouette.
He remained silent for a long while.
"Xiao San, there are some things it's time you knew."
Yu Xiaogang finally spoke, his voice low and solemn, as if unveiling long-buried past events.
"About your second martial soul and about your background."
Tang San's heart jolted.
Background?
He was just the son of an ordinary blacksmith. What kind of background could he possibly have?
Could it be his mother… he had indeed never seen her since birth.
Yu Xiaogang slowly turned back, looking at Tang San with a complicated expression.
"Your second martial soul is no ordinary thing."
He said slowly, "It is the number one weapon martial soul in the world, the ultimate symbol of power and dominance—the Clear Sky Hammer."
Clear Sky Hammer?!
Tang San's pupils contracted sharply, as if struck by a bolt of lightning.
The number one weapon martial soul in the world?
This… this was real?
Before he could digest the information, Yu Xiaogang's next words shocked him even more.
"And your father is precisely the man who was famous throughout the continent, hailed as the youngest Titled Douluo—the Clear Sky Douluo, Tang Hao."
Yu Xiaogang spoke each word clearly, ensuring every syllable reached Tang San's ears.
Boom—!
Tang San's mind went blank.
He staggered backward uncontrollably, nearly losing his footing.
His mouth hung slightly open, eyes wide, filled with confusion and disbelief.
Clear Sky Douluo?
Tang Hao?
That father of his, who drank all day, was unkempt and spoke little… Was the Clear Sky Douluo? A Titled Douluo standing at the peak of the soul master world?
This was simply… absurd, like a dream!
But those words came from his teacher.
His teacher… probably wouldn't lie to him.
After the overwhelming shock came a tide of questions.
Clenching his fists so tightly his nails dug into his palms, Tang San tried to use the pain to keep himself clear-headed.
He looked at Yu Xiaogang and asked in a dry voice, "Teacher… if my father really is the Clear Sky Douluo, so powerful… then why, why didn't he personally teach me?"
If… if he had a Titled Douluo father guiding him personally, giving him the best resources and training since childhood—
Would his strength now far surpass Lin Qingmo's?
Would he not feel so powerless?
A strong unwillingness mixed with a desire for power churned within his chest.
Upon hearing this question, Yu Xiaogang's expression grew even more solemn, tinged with a trace of killing intent.
"Because your father is being hunted by an extremely powerful force."
"For your safety, he could only entrust you to me."
Force?
Tang San was stunned.
Was his father actually being hunted? No wonder he hid his identity as a blacksmith.
But what kind of force would dare to hunt a Titled Douluo?
Yu Xiaogang took a deep breath and spoke the name that inspired both awe and fear among countless soul masters:
"It is—Spirit Hall."
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End of Chapter