Chapter 6: Passing Down an Incomplete Nine Yang Skill! Tang San's Double Standard On Display!
"Dad," Tang Lan asked proactively, "I was gone for ten days. Aren't you going to ask where I went?"
The joy on Tang Hao's face faded.
He thought of Ah Yin again.
"When you do things, I'm at ease," Tang Hao said. "There's no need to tell me where you go."
Tang Lan was a bit stunned.
His own son ran off for ten days, came back taller and more handsome,
and as a father he wasn't curious at all?
Then again… that wasn't quite right.
From the fact that Tang Hao had started teaching him the Haotian supreme techniques,
it was clear that Tang Lan and Tang San's "talent" had awakened his hope.
So—
he probably already knew everything.
Thinking carefully, during the time Tang Lan was transforming, he vaguely heard crying.
At first he thought it was the old Blue Silver King, crying with joy.
But now it seemed Tang Hao must have come there and cried fiercely while remembering Ah Yin.
Since he couldn't tell them about Ah Yin, he chose to avoid the topic?
That made sense.
What six-year-old child could accept being "half human, half grass"?
"Then I won't tell you the details," Tang Lan said smoothly.
"When my martial soul evolved, I accidentally realized a kind of soul power circulation path."
"It seems to have healing effects."
"Dad, you were coughing badly just now. Do you want to practice it and cure the cough?"
Tang Hao almost laughed when he heard that.
Of course he knew about soul power circulation paths.
The Haotian Sect also had its own "secret methods."
But just like the Haotian Nine Absolutes, they were secret teachings that could only be learned after returning to the sect.
Tang Lan was only six years old.
Even if his talent was amazing, how effective could something he created himself be?
"Forget it. Dad's cough is an old problem," Tang Hao refused.
"Oh… then let's talk about what I did during these ten days," Tang Lan said. "After awakening my martial soul, the Blue Silver Grass sensed—"
Before he could continue,
Tang Hao uncontrollably thought of Ah Yin's face.
He quickly raised his hand to stop him!
"On second thought, learning it wouldn't be bad."
Tang Lan grinned.
Got you.
Tang Hao felt amused when he saw that.
This kid…
seemed to have guessed that he didn't want to talk about it?
Too smart!
"Dad, don't resist me. Just circulate it together."
Tang Lan placed his hand on Tang Hao's back and slowly transmitted the Nine Yang internal energy.
Feeling the ruined state of Tang Hao's meridians made his eyebrows twitch!
With meridians riddled like a sieve, the fact that Tang Hao was still alive showed how strong his foundation was.
At the same time, his soul bones were already full, so he couldn't absorb the Blue Silver Emperor right leg bone.
Otherwise the second soul bone skill, "Wildfire cannot burn it all; spring wind brings it back to life," could completely reconstruct those meridians.
For now…
the Nine Yang internal energy could only nourish them little by little.
The Nine Yang Divine Skill had nine layers, and each layer had a different circulation route.
Tang Hao's soul power was extremely deep, so the most time-consuming meditation stage was skipped.
And as the genius who inherited the title of Haotian Douluo, his own talent was also excellent.
After the initial shock, he quickly entered a learning state.
Soon he comprehended the first layer, Purple Qi Rising, and his soul power quality transformed into Nine Yang internal energy.
This process alone lasted three days and three nights.
As expected of a Titled Douluo—his soul power was vast.
But when they reached the second layer, Cleansing of Tendons and Marrow, the real difficulty appeared.
The Nine Yang internal energy began reconstructing the meridians and purifying impurities from the body.
But because the inside was full of damage, the repair workload was enormous.
After an entire day, the progress hadn't even reached one ten-thousandth.
Tang Lan simply gave up.
Let Tang Hao slowly grind through it himself.
He then demonstrated the third layer of the Nine Yang Divine Skill several times.
After confirming that Tang Hao had grasped it,
he withdrew his internal energy and opened his eyes.
"Sniff—sniff—"
He smelled food.
At some point a simple shed had been built in the courtyard, and there was food placed on a nearby table.
Tang San must have prepared it.
Unfortunately, neither of them needed it.
Tang Lan had awakened the Fate Blue Silver Emperor and could live on plant essence.
Eight days without food or water wasn't a big problem.
Tang Hao, as a Titled Douluo, had long since transcended the need to eat.
"Hu—"
Tang Hao exhaled deeply and looked at Tang Lan with complicated eyes.
This "soul power circulation path"…
was countless times more profound than the Haotian Sect's!
The refined soul power was extremely pure and perfectly suited for the powerful Haotian Hammer martial soul.
It also had self-healing effects and could cleanse the tendons and marrow.
It could improve a person's talent!
It was hard to imagine that such a method had been created by a six-year-old child.
But thinking about it, when Tang Lan awakened the Blue Silver Emperor he must have sensed the worship of countless Blue Silver Grasses, gathering small amounts of life energy into a huge surge that elevated his life level.
During that process, he might have understood the mysteries of life in nature.
Combined with his monstrous talent, creating this circulation method wasn't impossible.
"Creak—"
The door opened, and Tang San ran over.
"Brother, Dad! You two didn't wake up for eight days. You scared me to death!"
Tang Lan smiled faintly and watched Tang San perform.
After Tang Hao reassured him that they were fine,
Tang San revealed his true intention.
"What were you two doing during these eight days? Was it some secret technique?"
A question he already knew the answer to.
With the way they were transmitting power, how could Tang San not recognize it?
Tang Hao glanced at Tang Lan, a little hesitant.
After all, this soul power method had been created by Tang Lan.
"It's fine. Xiao San is my younger brother. Why would I hide things from him?" Tang Lan said in a slightly sarcastic tone. "How could someone guard against their own blood relative? I'll teach Xiao San myself, Dad."
After saying that,
he injected Nine Yang internal energy into Tang San's meridians, rampaging through them and triggering its extremely pure and blazing nature!
—He was just a child. Having poor control was perfectly normal.
Tang San felt as if lava was rushing through his meridians.
The pain was unbearable!
But he endured it and focused on sensing the mysterious circulation path.
It seemed…
even more profound than his Xuantian Skill?
Just as he was becoming absorbed in it,
Tang Lan suddenly withdrew his hand.
The lesson ended abruptly.
Tang San was left scratching his head in frustration!
"Brother, this doesn't seem right," Tang San said. "Why does it feel like only a small part of it? What about the rest? Did it stop?"
Tang Lan's face was pale, as if he had overexerted himself.
Hearing Tang San's words made him stagger slightly.
As if anger had struck his heart.
"That's all I've created so far," Tang Lan said guiltily. "Sorry, Xiao San. When I complete it, I'll teach you the rest… cough…"
Tang Hao felt extremely distressed seeing this!
Tang Lan was his hope for reviving Ah Yin, and his talent far surpassed Tang San's.
Helping a Titled Douluo cultivate had already pushed him to his limits—Tang Hao didn't know that the Nine Yang Divine Skill generated endless internal energy.
And he still forced himself to teach his younger brother, only to be accused of holding back?
"Tang San!" Tang Hao shouted angrily. "Go back to your room. Without my permission, you're not allowed to come out!"
Tang San's face froze.
The Nine Yang Divine Skill was just too profound, causing him to lose his composure.
If there were a complete version, it would definitely surpass the Xuantian Skill!
That was why he became so anxious.
But with only this incomplete portion…
"I'm sorry, Brother. I was too impatient… I'll go back and reflect."
He turned and left immediately.
As for returning the favor and offering the "better" Xuantian Skill?
Not a chance.
That was his sect's ultimate treasure!
How could he casually pass it to someone else?
Even if they were close relatives, it was impossible.
Tang Lan watched him with a mocking gaze.
The famous double standards of God King Tang were truly living up to their reputation!
Good.
Let him suffer a little.
When Tang San returned to his room, he discovered in horror—