Douluo: Blade Template, Death Omen Approaching

Chapter 16 Tang Hao Discovers

The open space to the north of Holy Soul Village is a vast expanse of land, where the sunlight shines directly down, illuminating every inch of the land clearly.

Ren stood in the center of the open space, wearing a long black robe that swayed gently in the wind, making him appear exceptionally mysterious.

His angular face was expressionless, and his indifferent eyes made it impossible to tell what he was thinking.

At this moment, Ren was toying with half a root of the Qirong Tongtian Chrysanthemum in his hand, as if examining an insignificant object.

His bandaged hands used their abundant power to frantically inhale! The Qirong Tongtian Chrysanthemum remained unchanged in appearance, but it was now just an empty shell, utterly worthless.

Then, Ren casually tossed the so-called precious immortal item to Tang San.

The movement was so casual, as if it were nothing more than a pebble being thrown.

A smirk appeared on Ren's lips, and he casually added a line:

"I found it outside the village. Since you like it so much, it's fine to give it to you."

Tang San reacted quickly and caught the half of the Qirong Tongtian Chrysanthemum root, his heart filled with indescribable excitement.

He, a nobody, naturally doesn't understand the great power of abundance!

Holding this divine item, he felt that his destiny was about to undergo a dramatic change.

He imagined himself reaching the pinnacle of his cultivation, and a smug smile crept onto his lips.

Tang San quickly took the root of the Qirong Tongtian Chrysanthemum, feeling excited and thrilled.

"I can't believe I found such a treasure right outside the village!"

Tang San was overjoyed, and the corners of his mouth unconsciously turned up slightly.

"It seems I, Tang San, am indeed the chosen one; my birthplace actually harbors such top-tier resources!"

However, amidst the joy, Tang San couldn't help but feel some regret and gloom:

"How come we didn't discover such a good thing before?"

"How dare they let Ren gain the upper hand! It's outrageous!"

However, I don't know if what he told me is true, so I have to hold back for now.

Since he's so capable, he must have had many fortunate opportunities.

It would be a disservice to my butt, stomach, and hands if I didn't make good use of them!

Although he felt somewhat unwilling, Tang San quickly adjusted his mindset.

He knew that the seemingly indifferent blade before him must have extraordinary experience and abundant resources.

Soon, Tang San, outwardly displaying utmost respect, bowed ninety degrees, holding the root of the Qirong Tongtian Chrysanthemum in both hands as if it were a priceless treasure:

"Brother Ren, I, Tang San, will forever remember your generosity. On behalf of my father, I also thank you for your great kindness!"

He paused, looking firmly at the blade, and continued:

"If I ever benefit from anything in the future, I will definitely share it with Brother Ren, and I will never forget the kindness I showed you today!"

Tang San appeared extremely respectful, but looking at Tang San's demeanor...

If it weren't for the traces of battle still remaining on the ground, one would really think that the two of them had become sworn brothers here.

[Ding! The protagonist is outwardly compliant but inwardly defiant towards the host; role-playing progress increased by 0.1%]

[Current role-playing progress: 10.66%]

Hearing the system's voice, Ren was unsurprised. He just gave it a cold look, said nothing, and turned to leave.

In Shenghun Village, the setting sun casts its last rays upon every corner of the small village.

The thatched roof of Tang San's house gleamed golden in the setting sun.

Inside, the light was dim, and dust danced in the few rays of sunlight that streamed in through the window.

Tang San pushed open the door and walked in with faltering steps.

His face showed signs of fatigue, and his clothes were covered in mud and sweat, indicating that he had been through a fierce battle.

He stood inside, swaying slightly, unsure whether to sit down or continue standing.

His buttocks were sore from the previous battle that even sitting down was a luxury and a form of torture.

Standing,

Because of excessive physical exertion, his legs were trembling, as if he would collapse at any moment.

Lying down?

That's even more impossible. He still has housework to do and his father to take care of!

Moreover, he hasn't even practiced today's hammering technique yet!

"Where did you go, mistress? Why did it take you so long to come back?"

Tang Hao's voice came from inside the room, lazy and indifferent, clearly having just woken up from a nap, his voice still a little groggy.

Tang San's heart tightened, and he tried his best to make his voice sound calm:

"No, I just went out for a walk and picked some herbs or something."

Tang San said somewhat guiltily, his eyes flickering as he spoke.

He dared not look directly into the inner room, fearing that his father would see through his lie.

How could he possibly admit to being utterly humiliated by someone else while possessing twin martial souls? Besides, he knew perfectly well that...

He knew how special and dangerous it was to possess twin martial souls, and the humiliation of being easily defeated by the blade today was something he found hard to talk about.

How could he possibly tell his father that he had been beaten so badly outside?

Even if he said it aloud, could he expect his father to secretly teach Ren a lesson?

He still doesn't know what level his father is at.

If he goes there and comes back to find he's been beaten up too, then he'll be furious!

While busy in the kitchen, Tang San's inner thoughts were churning like a stormy sea, complex and profound.

"Ugh, today was really tough."

Tang San stirred the ingredients in the pot while muttering to himself.

He could feel the pain in his buttocks, a mark left from the battle and proof of his lack of strength.

"I clearly possess twin martial souls, yet I was still easily defeated by the blade. Is this still my protagonist archetype?!"

The scene of his battle with the blade kept replaying in his mind. Every attack from the other seemed so effortless, while his own defense seemed so weak.

"Ren's strength is so unfathomable. Just how much is he hiding? Oh well, it doesn't matter. Consider it a whetstone for me to grow stronger! Hehehe!"

The last rays of the setting sun shone through the window of the thatched hut and fell on Tang San's busy figure.

The food in the pot was already emitting a wonderful aroma, and Tang San was focused on adjusting the heat, trying to make this dinner even more delicious.

Just then, Tang Hao lifted the curtain and stepped out of the inner room.

His gaze was piercing, even in the dim light of the room.

As a titled Douluo, his perception of aura far surpasses that of ordinary people.

The moment he saw Tang San, his previously drowsy eyes instantly became serious, as if he could see through the surface and look directly at the core of the problem.

Tang Hao frowned slightly. As a titled Douluo, he naturally noticed something was wrong with his son the moment he came out.

Now that he knows his precious son has twin martial souls, he naturally values ​​him many times more than before.

His beloved son's soul power fluctuations were unusually weak, which aroused a strange anger in his heart.

His gaze, sharp as an arrow, swept quickly over Tang San.

Even though Tang San tried his best to cover it up, he still noticed the tears in the clothes and the corners of the clothes that had been cut by sharp objects.

Those tattered clothes seemed to be silently telling the story of Tang San's misfortune.

Without the slightest hesitation, Tang Hao moved almost instantly, rushing to Tang San's side.

He stretched out his hand, grabbed Tang San's wrist tightly, and pulled him close to him.

His eyes were full of scrutiny; he wanted to see carefully what had happened to his son!

(End of this chapter)