Reincarnated as the Death Spider Queen, sacrificing Bibi Dong at the start

Despite being just a newly awakened martial spirit, its weight was ridiculously heavy. Even with his physical condition, which he had cultivated for many years, it was still quite difficult for him to lift it with one hand.

Nan Feng glanced at it and said indifferently, "Alright, take it back."

Tang San gritted his teeth, put away his martial spirit, and breathed a sigh of relief.

He looked at Nan Feng and finally couldn't help but ask the question that had been bothering him: "Senior, what exactly is the origin of this hammer of mine?"

"What's wrong?" Nan Feng asked.

Tang San hesitated for a moment, then said truthfully, "After I returned home yesterday following my spirit awakening, I first showed my father the Blue Silver Grass. He just glanced at it casually and didn't pay any attention. But when I released this hammer..."

"He suddenly became very agitated, his eyes even reddened, and he gripped my shoulders tightly, telling me that I must use the hammer in my left hand to protect the grass in my right hand from now on."

“That’s natural.” Nan Feng chuckled and gave his answer. “Your hammer is called the Haotian Hammer.”

"It is the inherited martial spirit of the Haotian Sect, which was once the number one sect in the world. On the continent, it is also recognized as the number one weapon martial spirit in the world."

Seeing Tang San's astonished expression, Nan Feng continued, "This thing possesses the most explosive power and pure strength in the Soul Master world. In terms of absolute power collision alone, almost no Martial Soul can withstand the Clear Sky Hammer head-on."

Tang San froze on the spot, looking down at his left hand: "The number one in the world... is that powerful?"

"Innate full soul power, right?" Nan Feng saw through his thoughts and casually pointed it out.

How did you know?

"While the level of innate soul power does not absolutely represent the strength of talent, it directly corresponds to the quality of the martial soul."

Nan Feng patiently explained, "The higher the innate quality of a martial soul, the higher the innate soul power it carries upon awakening."

"The essence of Soul Master cultivation is the development of Martial Soul. The higher the quality of the Martial Soul, the higher your potential ceiling, and the faster you can absorb the spiritual energy of heaven and earth."

"However, this is not absolute."

Nan Feng waved his hand, "Even if two people have the exact same innate soul power, their cultivation speed and combat ability in the later stages can be worlds apart. In short, the judgment mechanism of this thing is very complicated, and I'm too lazy to explain it to you in detail. Anyway, you don't need these theories at your current level."

At this point, Nan Feng paused for a moment, looking directly into Tang San's eyes.

"Now, answer the question I left you with a year ago."

"Would you like to come with me?"

Tang San remained silent for a moment.

His gaze swept back and forth between his toes and Nan Feng's calm face.

His caution and suspicion, honed from two lifetimes, prevented him from giving an immediate affirmative answer. Instead, he looked up and asked the question that lingered in his heart:

"Senior, why...why do you want to take me as your disciple?"

Nan Feng frowned slightly, looked at the thoughtful child in front of him, and sighed.

Then, without even raising his hand, he simply flicked his finger casually.

"Snapped!"

A crisp popping sound.

Tang San didn't even see what happened; he only felt as if an invisible iron hammer had struck him hard on the forehead.

The immense force sent him sprawling backward, tumbling twice on the grass before finally stopping.

"hiss--"

Tang San covered his bright red forehead and got up, tears welling up in his eyes from the pain.

He looked at Nan Feng with a bewildered and aggrieved expression, completely not understanding why he had been beaten up again for simply asking a question.

"Have you lost your memory?"

Nan Feng looked down at him. "A year ago, you were the one shamelessly begging to become my disciple. What, now you're questioning why I accepted you?"

"If I give you two more days to think about it, you might start to think that I'm the one begging and pleading with you to become my disciple?"

Tang San's expression froze, his face flushed red, and he waved his hands repeatedly, "That's not what I meant!"

He rubbed his forehead, enduring the pain, and explained, "I just find it strange. When you first met me a year ago, you clearly disliked me and didn't even want to look at me. But... how come you suddenly changed your mind after meeting my father?"

Hearing this question, Nan Feng rolled his eyes speechlessly.

"Alright, since you want to hear it clearly, then I'll explain it to you."

"I ask you, in your opinion, is hard work or talent more important for a person's achievements?"

"Don't give me that fancy nonsense about hard work making up for lack of talent. Answer me with your most honest thoughts."

Tang San was stunned for a moment, and his mind flashed back to his past life when he struggled in the outer sect of the Tang Sect, but could not make any progress due to the lack of core talent and resources.

After a brief silence, Tang San uttered two words decisively:

"talent!"

"Without talent, no matter how much effort you put in, it will be in vain."

"At least you still have some brains; you haven't been spoiled by those toxic chicken soup ideas that are only good for kids."

Nan Feng nodded in satisfaction. "When I first met you a year ago, you hadn't even awakened your martial spirit yet. I couldn't see your talent or what kind of person you were."

“Taking on apprentices isn’t something you can just do casually. Once I’ve taken one on, I have to be responsible for my student.”

"If you're just a mediocre piece of trash, and I take you in, but you work yourself to the bone and still only struggle at the bottom, won't you resent me then? Resent me, your teacher, for not being able to turn the rotten into the miraculous and teach you into a top expert?"

"When you see my other students all being exceptionally talented and making rapid progress, while you're just lagging behind, don't you feel jealous? Don't you become psychologically twisted?"

Tang San listened in silence for a moment. He knew that Nan Feng was speaking the most straightforward truth about human nature.

"In other words, if I accept you without knowing anything about you, it will only cause trouble for myself and will not benefit you at all."

"When geniuses are together, they compete with each other and promote each other. But when mediocre people are together, they will not get any promotion. They will only become more and more painful and inferior after being crushed time and time again."

Nan Feng shrugged and continued, "The reverse is also true. If you throw a top genius into an environment full of mediocre people, surrounded by weaklings, he will lose his sense of crisis and motivation. Over time, he will become complacent and eventually fade into obscurity."

"Birds of a feather flock together. This saying is an absolute truth in the world of Soul Masters."

After explaining his teaching philosophy, Nan Feng then steered the conversation back to Tang San's initial question.

"As for why I changed my mind later, it was indeed because I saw your father."

Nan Feng readily admitted Tang San's guess, "I know about Tang Hao's talent. In the world of Soul Masters, in most cases, talent is directly inherited from one's parents. The higher the talent and the stronger the Martial Soul of both parents, the more likely their offspring will be to have decent talent."

"Of course, we can't rule out some extreme and unexpected situations. For example, a good father might have a useless son, or a golden phoenix might fly out of a straw nest."

"But the probability of such a thing is extremely low. Moreover, you inherited a weapon spirit. The probability of a weapon spirit undergoing malignant mutation is extremely low, especially the Clear Sky Hammer."

Nan Feng glanced at Tang San's left hand. "The inheritance of this thing is very stable. It doesn't have any fancy attributes; it's just the purest, ultimate power and explosive force. As long as you inherit it, your lower limit will already be higher than the upper limit that most people strive for their entire lives."

"With Tang Hao's bloodline as a guarantee, I can roughly see the limit of your talent. As long as you don't die prematurely, I can cultivate you to the level of a Title Douluo even with my eyes closed."

Nan Feng lowered his head and calmly gazed at Tang San.

"If you have value, I'm naturally willing to take you in."

"Is this explanation clear enough?"

Chapter 313 Tang San Kneels: A Teacher for a Day is a Father for Life

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Seeing Tang San's somewhat dazed expression, Nan Feng curled his lip in impatience.

"What? You don't actually believe that I would try to fool you with some nonsense like 'it's all fate' or 'I see you have extraordinary talent and we're destined to be together'?"

Nan Feng looked Tang San up and down, his disdain practically overflowing:

"Stop fooling around. Go look at yourself in the mirror by the river and see what kind of person you are now."

"Underdeveloped, sallow-faced and emaciated, like a black eel. If you were thrown into a crowd, even with a magnifying glass, who could spot you at first glance?"

"Even if we take a step back and don't consider talent when accepting apprentices, but only look at their appearance, they still have to be pleasing to the eye and good-looking, right?"

Nan Feng shrugged and gave an example.

"If the girl standing in front of me were a beautiful, delicate little girl who looked pitiful and endearing at first glance, I might actually take her with me and keep her as a pet on a whim."

"But what about you?"

Nan Feng pointed at him mercilessly, "Look at yourself, from head to toe, inside and out, is there anything about you that is likable?"

Tang San's expression froze, his face turning red and then white.

The way you talk... is so damn hurtful!

They specifically target people's lungs and lungs!

Nan Feng leaned closer, staring at him with a half-smile: "Could it be that you genuinely believe you are some kind of chosen one, possessing an aura of dominance that makes people bow down and leave a lasting impression at first glance?"

Tang San's eyes twitched slightly as he awkwardly avoided Nan Feng's gaze: "This junior... naturally has no such unrealistic ideas."

"Then why did you ask such a stupid question?"

Nan Feng withdrew his gaze, straightened up, and said in a cold tone, "I, a titled Douluo standing at the pinnacle of the continent, am willing to condescend to take you, the son of a blacksmith from a poor village, as my apprentice. Anyone else would have already kowtowed and agreed with trepidation and gratitude."

"Look at the way you're acting now! You're actually standing here questioning and doubting me?"

"What are you suspecting? That I, a Title Douluo, have ulterior motives towards a penniless kid like you who can't even afford to eat?"

Nan Feng scoffed, "Tsk, what do you have that's worth my interest? Your poverty? Your dark skin? Or your ability to forge a couple of pieces of scrap iron?"

Tang San was thoroughly humiliated by the insults. He opened his mouth, but found that he couldn't refute a single word.

Because what the other party said was absolutely right, he really didn't even qualify as a pawn in front of them.

"Alright, stop with your self-delusional little thoughts."

Nan Feng waved his hand, completely losing his patience. "Don't think I'm begging you. This apprenticeship is up to you, take it or leave it."

“I accepted you as a favor, it was just something I did on the side. Don’t act like I value you so much or that I can’t live without you.”

"I'll ask you one last time, are you coming or not?"

Tang San took a deep breath, suppressing all the distracting thoughts and his ridiculous pride.

He bent both knees and knelt directly on the ground, respectfully kowtowing three times.

"Teacher, please accept my bow."

Watching Tang San's fluid movements, Nan Feng's eye twitched slightly, and he took half a step back.