Douluo: Blade Template, Death Omen Approaching

Chapter 17 New Side Quest

Tang San was completely bewildered when he was pulled, but as his father Tang Hao scanned his entire body and heard his increasingly heavy breathing, Tang San realized that no matter how well he hid, his father had still discovered him.

Tang Hao's movements were swift and powerful. He pulled Tang San to a chair nearby, then squatted down in front of his son. There was no smile on his face, replaced by seriousness and a hint of barely perceptible anger. His gaze was like two sharp swords, fixed on Tang San as if trying to see through his heart.

"Tell me, what exactly happened?!" Tang Hao's voice was deep and powerful, his tone revealing an undeniable authority. "What kind of herbs did you gather that ended up like this on your clothes?!"

Tang San was speechless at his father's series of actions and tone, and thought to himself, "Good grief, he just dragged me to the chair without even asking if my butt agrees!" Although he felt helpless, Tang San knew that there was no point in hiding it anymore.

Although he had indeed considered that if his father were some hidden master, he wouldn't recommend letting Tang Hao teach him a lesson, the appearance of the wondrous Tongtian Chrysanthemum made him change his mind. He couldn't beat him too badly; he needed to find out more about the whereabouts of the immortal medicine! Because he felt that Ren was definitely holding back and hadn't told him everything!

Tang San sat in the chair, trying his best to appear calm, but his hands unconsciously gripped the armrests tightly. The pain in his buttocks was like a sharp knife, constantly reminding him of what had just happened. He bit his lip, enduring the discomfort, and tried to make his voice sound relaxed and natural.

"It's nothing, just a friendly spar with a friend. Don't worry, Dad," Tang San said, forcing a smile to reassure his father. "It was just a normal spar, and I accidentally tore my clothes here. Oh, and I still need to cook; the food in the pot is going to burn!"

No sooner had he finished speaking than Tang San could no longer bear the excruciating pain in his buttocks. He quickly made an excuse, practically jumped up, and hurriedly tried to run towards the kitchen. His steps were somewhat unsteady.

Tang Hao didn't object. Watching Tang San's actions, a complex and dark emotion flashed in his eyes. He didn't speak up to stop him, but gritted his teeth, his gaze fixed on Tang San's retreating figure. He instinctively felt that Tang San was too sensible! Even when bullied, he didn't dare say anything!

"Xiao San is kind-hearted and magnanimous, unwilling to cause trouble," Tang Hao thought to himself. "When she was bullied, it must have been because she kept her promise and didn't use the Clear Sky Hammer, which is why she suffered such a crushing defeat!"

However, he was no magnanimous person, and he wasn't incapable of using the Clear Sky Hammer! A raging fire ignited in Tang Hao's heart, his eyes flashing with fury! How dare they bully my precious son, my own precious son, his mistress—a genius destined to become a twin-spirit master on the Douluo Continent, a legendary figure who would kick the Spirit Hall and punch all Title Douluos! How could he allow others to bully him! And most importantly, with this genius son, revenge was just around the corner!

He couldn't contain his anger; his fists clenched so tightly his nails almost dug into his palms, but he forced back his rage. Considering his sensible and gifted son's feelings, he took a deep breath, trying to make his voice sound calm, and asked with a hint of unease, "Little San, I don't object to sparring, but can you tell me who you sparred with?"

With his back to Tang Hao, Tang San, busy at the stove, couldn't help but smile slightly upon hearing his father's question. He chuckled inwardly; it seemed Ren was doomed. But it was alright, his father was no ordinary man; even if he was going to discipline him, he would do so discreetly. He didn't need to worry about Ren's rage and a complete falling out!

Tang San stirred the ingredients in the pan, answering casually, "Dad, it's just with Blade from the village. It's nothing, we're friends, just a friendly spar. We're going to Notting City to study later, so we're practicing beforehand!"

His tone was relaxed, as if the battle just now was just a simple game, rather than a contest that would stay with him forever.

Tang Hao's brows furrowed, his anger burning like wildfire fueled by a gale. He listened to Tang San's nonchalant reply, each word feeling like a knife stabbing into his heart. This brat named Ren dared to beat his beloved son like this!

Tang Hao's keen ears caught the subtle tremor in Tang San's voice—a tremor of suppressed pain. His fists clenched so tightly that his nails dug deep into the flesh of his palms, but he still managed to suppress his emotions.

He let out a heavy breath, trying to calm the turmoil in his heart, and then asked in a deep voice, "Xiao San, you didn't use that hammer with the handle, did you?"

These words left Tang San somewhat bewildered. He had promised this morning that he wouldn't use that hammer, but it had been used by noon today.

However, he also learned today that the blade had discovered this before he even used it, that is, when his martial soul awakened. The discovery was made before the promise was made, so he is not someone who broke his promise!

Tang San thought he was a genius of logic. He quickly calmed down, shook his head, and said firmly, "No, I promised Dad that I would only use it when my life was in danger. We were just having a simple spar."

Tang Hao nodded, outwardly calm, but the anger in his heart burned even more fiercely, as if fueled by oil. A cold glint flashed in his eyes, and he silently vowed:

How dare you touch my precious son! That brat is truly courting death!!

That's a lesson they deserve!

"Take a rest today, and practice again tomorrow," Tang Hao said, trying to keep his tone calm, but his fists clenched involuntarily. "I'm going to the village chief's house."

Although Tang Hao's words were calm, his mind was already elsewhere. His excuse was to go to the village chief's house, but in reality, he wanted to see what kind of person this Ren, who dared to harm his son, really was! His steps were firm, each one seemingly declaring his resolve: anyone who harmed his son must pay the price!

And at this moment,

the other side.

[Ding! The protagonist's father is furious. Related role-playing progress increased by 0.2%!]

[Current role-playing progress: 10.86%]

[Ding! New side quest unlocked for "Five People, Three Costs": Make the protagonist's father suffer! You will receive a large amount of role-playing progress!]

Hearing the system's voice suddenly come through, Ren, who had been resting with his eyes closed, smiled slightly and murmured:

"After beating the young one, the old one comes along, haha."

(End of this chapter)