Douluo: Blade Template, Death Omen Approaching

Chapter 8 Haotian Hammer

Tang San tiptoed into the house, the warm light illuminating his loyal face. He continued to fulfill his duties as a son, carefully serving his weathered father, Tang Hao.

"Xiao San, bring the wine." Tang Hao's voice was deep, like an echo in an ancient well.

Tang San responded immediately, nimbly handing the wine bowl to his father. Tang Hao downed a mouthful of strong liquor, staring blankly at the empty bowl, as if he could see the vicissitudes of time reflected within it.

"Are you feeling disappointed? Do you also want to become a Soul Master?"

Tang San, who was still wondering what his father Tang Hao would tell him, came back to his senses and, knowing that his father was in a bad mood, said in a gentle tone:

"No, becoming a blacksmith can also support us."

Then, he added a hinting remark.

"Didn't you promise me you'd teach me how to make farm tools?"

Tang Hao remained silent, only gulping down one drink after another, as if using alcohol to numb the pain in his heart. Finally, he had Tang San open his palm and summon the Blue Silver Grass martial soul inherited from his mother. He stared intently at it, complex emotions flashing in his eyes, his trembling lips revealing the helplessness in his heart.

"Soul Master? What good is a Soul Master? Even if you have the most powerful Martial Soul, the most outstanding Soul Master, in the end, won't you all return to dust?" Tang Hao's voice was filled with endless sorrow, and painful memories of the past surged up like a tide, making him increasingly agitated.

As his emotions fluctuated, Tang Hao's soul power uncontrollably dissipated, causing the simple thatched hut to tremble, as if telling a lament for the end of a hero.

As perceptive as Tang San was, he naturally sensed this fluctuation, which was clearly not something a useless person or an ordinary person could produce.

An ordinary person might stomp their foot in anger and hurt their own foot, but his father's voice only contained a hint of resentment and anger, yet it shook the house. What kind of ordinary person could he be?

Tang San thought to himself, but his expression remained calm.

Suddenly, Tang Hao stood up, and Tang San, reacting quickly, subconsciously used Ghost Shadow Stalking to move back a little.

Tang Hao brushed past him, the invisible pressure making Tang San feel suffocated. He left only a cold "Don't bother me!" before lifting the curtain and disappearing into the inner room, leaving only the gently swaying curtain and the still slightly trembling air inside.

Seeing this, even Tang San was losing his patience. He noticed that his father's gaze towards the Blue Silver Grass was clearly strange, and his emotions were fluctuating wildly.

Moreover, there was clearly a story behind those words; there was definitely something being kept from him, but they weren't telling him why. Tang San just wanted to curse, "Your son's already been bitten by a blade! If you don't give him something more powerful in this world, things won't be good!"

Now, he can't just sit and wait for his death. His father has been like this for a long time. On the day of his awakening, his innate full soul power didn't shock him at all. If he keeps hinting, he can't expect his father to say anything to him on his own initiative. What kind of knowledge could he possibly have!

Immediately, he quickly added, "But I have another martial soul."

As soon as Tang San finished speaking, the air seemed to freeze. His voice was neither too loud nor too soft, but just enough to penetrate the curtain and clearly enter the silence of the room. At the same time, his left hand trembled slightly, as if it were under some kind of immense pressure. Gradually, a silver light gathered in his palm, and the outline of the Clear Sky Hammer became clearer. The fluctuations of soul power surged out like a tide, spreading out without any concealment.

Tang Hao's reaction was unexpectedly swift, like a cheetah poised to pounce. Sensing the unusual fluctuations in soul power, he instantly burst out of the house. His gaze fell upon the Clear Sky Hammer in Tang San's left hand, his pupils contracting sharply, his eyes filled with unbelievable shock.

At that moment, memories of the past flooded back like a torrent. The scene of his wife sacrificing herself to save him was vividly replayed in his mind. Her smile, her determination, her love—everything was resurrected with the Clear Sky Hammer in Tang San's hand.

Tang Hao involuntarily knelt down, his trembling hands gently lifting Tang San's left hand. His once resolute eyes were now filled with tears. His voice choked, almost a murmur: "This is!?"

"Twin Martial Souls?" His voice gradually rose, filled with disbelief and doubt.

"It's actually twin martial souls!" His voice began to fill with excitement and pride; this was a miracle he never imagined he would see in his son.

"Son! My son!" Tang Hao's emotions erupted completely at this moment. He hugged Tang San tightly, with such force that it seemed he wanted to pour all his fatherly love into this embrace.

At this moment, Tang San was filled with emotion. He could feel the tremor in his father's chest. This was the first time his father in this world had hugged him. What moved him even more was that, judging from his excited tone, he now truly had more trump cards up his sleeve!

He had some confidence now that those who were courting death were gone. He was just waiting to see how his father would explain things to him. He was now what his father called a twin martial soul, so surely his own son wouldn't be hiding it from him.

However, soon, the Clear Sky Hammer in Tang San's hand flashed with silver light. He found that he seemed to be unable to support the Clear Sky Hammer in his hand. He felt his arm starting to ache and the weight of the Clear Sky Hammer seemed to be increasing, making it almost impossible for him to breathe.

He was both surprised and delighted. He was surprised that the power of the Clear Sky Hammer was indeed extraordinary; in just a short while, it had already greatly depleted his soul power, making it difficult for him to continue. He was delighted that he finally had a trump card to protect himself.

But his father, Tang Hao, seemed too agitated to let go, and he himself was truly about to fall, so he quickly said:

"Dad, I can't hold on any longer."

Upon hearing this, Tang Hao's eyes sharpened, and he instantly snapped out of his emotional turmoil. He quickly instructed Tang San to retrieve the Clear Sky Hammer.

He stood up, took a deep breath, and tried to calm himself. His voice became steady and powerful as he slowly told Tang San:

"Remember, from now on, always use the hammer in your left hand to protect the grass in your right, forever!"

Tang San nodded vigorously, his eyes firm, his voice soft but full of determination: "I will!"

(End of this chapter)