Douro Continent

Chapter 10 Twin Martial Souls (Part 1)

"Oh." The two brand-new terms, "spirit ring" and "spirit beast," kept echoing in Tang San's mind. Although he wasn't sure if his guess was correct, the Mysterious Heaven Technique had been unable to break through its bottleneck, and this spirit ring was clearly a breakthrough point.

At this moment, Jack had come to his senses, looked down at Tang San, and said in surprise, "Little San, you wouldn't happen to be the kid with innate full soul power and the Blue Silver Grass martial soul that Master mentioned, would you?"

Tang San nodded and said, "It's me."

Old Jack squatted down, looking at Tang San face to face. "Little San, I never expected you to have such outstanding talent. It's a pity you have such a father, and you don't have a good martial soul inheritance for yourself. Otherwise, you might really have become the second Soul Saint in our village. Tell your grandpa if you would like to go to a specialized school to learn the cultivation methods of a Soul Master. Only there can you find the most accurate knowledge about martial souls."

Tang San had developed a strong interest in martial souls, especially since this martial soul was related to his own Xuan Tian Gong, but he still did not give a direct and definite answer. "Grandpa Jack, you'll have to ask my dad."

Jack suddenly realized that no matter how sensible a child is, he is still a child, and he should consult Tang Hao's opinion first.

A determined glint appeared in his eyes. Although he really didn't want to see that slovenly guy, he couldn't care less about that if the village could produce another Soul Master.

"Come on, Xiao San, Grandpa will take you home." Old Jack sneaked back to the other children first, letting their parents take them away, before taking Tang San back to the blacksmith shop.

In the morning, it was Tang Hao's usual sleeping time, and the blacksmith shop was quiet.

"Tang Hao, Tang Hao." Old Jack didn't care whether Tang Hao was asleep or not; he utterly loathed this slovenly blacksmith. If it weren't for the fact that the farm tools he forged were so cheap, he would have kicked Tang Hao out of the village long ago.

Calling for Tang Hao, Old Jack's eyes darted around. He wanted to find a chair to sit down, but looking at all the broken and tattered things, he didn't have the courage to pull one over. He was already quite old and didn't want to break a bone here.

"Who's shouting like that?" Tang Hao's slightly angry voice rang out as the curtain to the inner room was lifted and he slowly walked out.

He first saw his son, then turned his gaze to Jack. "Old Jack, what are you doing?"

Jack said irritably, "Today is the day your son awakens his martial soul. Don't you know how important that is? Other families have both parents accompanying their children, but you're still the same as always."

Tang Hao seemed oblivious to Jack's sarcasm, turning his gaze back to his son, "Little San, your martial soul has awakened? What is it?"

Tang San said, "Dad, it's Blue Silver Grass."

"Blue Silver Grass?" For some reason, Tang Hao, who was usually not very interested in anything, suddenly trembled when he heard these three words, and a special light appeared in his eyes.

Only Tang San noticed Tang Hao's change in expression. Old Jack, of course, didn't care about the expression of a slovenly blacksmith and said directly, "Although it's Blue Silver Grass, Xiao San has innate full soul power. Tang Hao, I've decided, this year's work-study student spot in the village will go to Xiao San. Let him go to the Notting City Junior Soul Master Academy to study. The village will cover the travel expenses."

"Blue Silver Grass, Blue Silver Grass." Tang Hao muttered to himself for a moment, then suddenly raised his head, his eyes revealing a resolute light that Tang San had never seen before, and said in a deep voice, "No."

"What did you say? Did I hear that right?" Jack picked at his ear, looking at Tang Hao in surprise. "You should know how precious this opportunity is. Even though our Holy Soul Village has produced a Soul Saint before, there's only one spot a year. Other villages have to share one spot between two or three villages. Do you know that? This is a great opportunity. Maybe Xiao San can become someone important in the future."

Tang Hao gave Jack a cold look. "What's the use of being superior? All I know is that if he leaves, no one will cook for me. Blue Silver Grass, what do you think the Blue Silver Grass martial soul can be cultivated into? It's just a useless martial soul."

Old Jack roared, "But he has innate full soul power. As long as he gets a soul ring, even the lowest quality one, he can immediately become a soul master. Soul master, do you know that? Our village hasn't produced a single soul master for many years."

Tang Hao said calmly, "This is your real purpose, isn't it? I said no, and that means no. You can leave now."

"Tang—Hao—." Old Jack's anger had reached its limit.

Tang Hao remained nonchalant. "No need to shout so loudly, I'm not deaf. I said you can leave now."

"Grandpa Jack, please don't be angry. I still won't learn the abilities of a Soul Master. Dad is right, Blue Silver Grass is just a useless martial soul. Thank you for your kindness."

Although Jack loathed Tang Hao, he adored the sensible Tang San. His anger gradually subsided, and he sighed, "Good boy, Grandpa isn't angry. Alright, Grandpa's leaving now." With that, he turned and walked outside.

Tang San hurriedly saw him off. He could ignore his father, but Jack was the village chief and had been very good to him, so he would never be lacking in courtesy.

Jack stopped at the blacksmith's shop, turned to Tang Hao, and said earnestly, "Tang Hao, your life is over, but Xiao San is still young. Don't you think you should give him a way to make a living? Don't hold him back. If he becomes a Soul Master, at least he won't end up as destitute as you. If you change your mind, come find me. There are still three months until the registration deadline for this year's Notting Soul Master Elementary Academy."

(End of this chapter)