Chapter 3 My Blue Silver Grass is a Food Type
The God of Cookery seemed unsatisfied and continued enthusiastically, "Of course!"
"I am not some old-fashioned person."
"If you're really capable, finding nine partners isn't out of the question."
"Can Jiu'er's Nine-Colored Goddess Position be disassembled?"
"Although after being split up, I'll be at the bottom of the third-level god realm, and it will take a lot of hardship to cultivate back to the second-level god realm..."
"But it's more lively with lots of people!"
"So, am I not too enlightened?"
Tang Chuan froze on the spot.
Find nine?
Do you think this is stamp collecting?!
Tang Chuan felt his worldview was severely impacted; this God of Cookery was completely different from the one in the original novel.
"Alright!"
"Little one, keep up the good work with your training!"
"Given that you don't even have your first Spirit ring yet, I will bestow upon you a specially customized divine Spirit ring as a small investment in you."
"You must pass the first exam within three years."
"Otherwise, don't blame me for withholding your rewards from subsequent assessments!"
The God of Cookery's voice, carrying his final admonitions and expectations, gradually faded away, and the phantom in the sea of consciousness also quickly dissipated.
The outside world was completely unaware of this.
Tang Hao was still excitedly holding Tang Chuan, babbling on and on about things like "good boy" and "Dad's hope."
Tang San stood aside, feeling utterly dejected.
Su Yuntao withdrew the azure light from his entire body, retracted his Spirit possession, picked up the package, and walked towards the door.
As he passed Old Jack, he didn't forget to remind him, "Old Jack."
"Your village only has one spot for a work-study student this year. Think carefully about it, which of the two brothers should go to school?"
"Okay, master, thank you for the reminder."
Old Jack watched Su Yuntao leave, then looked back at Tang Hao and his son, who were embracing each other excitedly, and Tang San, who looked dejected, with a conflicted expression on his face.
He walked over to Tang Hao, leaning on his cane.
"Tang Hao."
"Look at this... there's only one work-study student spot in the village this year, and both Xiao Chuan and Xiao San..."
Tang Hao was overjoyed that Tang Chuan had inherited the Blue Silver Emperor's bloodline and had no patience to listen to this. Before Old Jack could finish speaking, he impatiently waved his hand:
"Alright, Old Jack, we'll talk about this tonight!"
"I'll take the children home first."
After saying that, he released Tang Chuan, but his large hand still gripped Tang Chuan's wrist tightly. Without even glancing at Tang San, he turned and walked towards the blacksmith shop.
Tang San watched his father and brother's retreating figures, pursed his lips, and silently followed behind.
Back at the blacksmith's shop.
Tang Hao, unusually, didn't immediately reach for the wine bottle. Instead, he pulled Tang Chuan to sit on the only relatively intact chair, squatted down in front of Tang Chuan, and spoke in an unprecedentedly gentle tone:
"Xiao Chuan, tell your father."
"Do you want to go to the Notting City Spirit Master Academy?"
Tang Chuan raised his head, his eyes flashing with just the right amount of longing, and nodded vigorously: "Yes!"
"I want to become a Spirit Master to improve my father's and brother's lives."
Tang Chuan paused, his voice lowering slightly, tinged with hesitation: "But... Grandpa Jack just said there's only one spot..."
Before Tang Chuan could finish speaking, Tang Hao waved his hand and made the decision directly: "You can go if you want!"
"I'll go talk to Old Jack in a bit and tell him that this spot is for you."
From beginning to end.
Tang Hao didn't even ask Tang San, who was standing next to him and also possessed innate full Spirit power, for his opinion, as if Tang San didn't exist at all.
Tang San felt utterly disheartened.
He looked at his father and brother talking with a wronged expression, his nose tingled, and he held back his tears. He mustered his courage and spoke:
"Dad..."
Tang Hao frowned and turned his head, his tone indifferent: "What's wrong?"
"Dad, I think I have another Spirit."
As he spoke, Tang San raised his left hand, secretly channeling his inner energy, and a small, jet-black hammer appeared out of thin air in his palm.
The hammer handle was about half a foot long.
The hammerhead was cylindrical and looked like a miniature casting hammer.
But the hammer's black surface carried a heavy and domineering aura, and the surrounding air seemed to ripple slightly.
"This, this is..."
Tang Hao suddenly stood up, his body even swaying slightly from excitement. His pupils contracted sharply as he looked at the hammer in Tang San's hand.
Clear Sky Hammer!
It's the Clear Sky Hammer!
My son actually... actually inherited my Clear Sky Hammer!
At this moment, Tang Hao's doubts about Tang San's identity completely vanished.
Being able to inherit both the Blue Silver Grass and the Clear Sky Hammer, he was undoubtedly the biological son of himself and Ah Yin!
But... this child is far too mature!
Tang Hao found it hard to like his son Tang San, especially compared to his eldest son Tang Chuan, which made Tang San seem problematic.
Tang Hao's shock lasted only a short time; he quickly regained his composure, even speaking to Tang San with a hint of annoyance:
"Okay, I understand."
"From now on, use the hammer in your left hand to protect your brother."
There were no surprises, no encouragement, no explanations, and he didn't even bother to investigate or inform Tang San that his other Spirit might be the Blue Silver Emperor.
"Yes... Dad, I will."
Hopes were dashed once again.
The hopeful light in Tang San's eyes vanished. He silently retrieved the Clear Sky Hammer and lowered his head.
At this moment, Tang Chuan spoke up: "Dad, Xiao San, my Spirit... seems to be a little different too."
"Not the same?"
Instantly, Tang Hao's eyes filled with surprise, and a smile spread across his face as he looked at Tang Chuan: "Does Xiao Chuan also have another Spirit?"
As soon as Tang San looked up, he saw the smile on his father's face, and his heart ached even more.
"No, Dad."
"My Blue Silver Grass seems to be a food-type...?"
Tang Chuan shook his head, raised his hand to summon his Blue Silver Grass Spirit, and handed it to Tang San: "Little San, release your Blue Silver Grass Spirit and see if there's anything different."
"Okay, brother."
Upon hearing this, Tang San suppressed the bitterness in his heart and obediently released his Blue Silver Grass Spirit.
A slender Blue Silver Grass swayed gently in his palm, exuding vitality, yet it had nothing particularly special about it.
The two Blue Silver Grass plants were placed side by side, and the difference immediately became visible to the naked eye.
Tang Chuan's Blue Silver Grass was noticeably more robust, with wider and thicker leaves and a deeper color, especially at the center of the leaf veins, where the fine, pale gold lines, though subtle, were clearly visible.
"Brother's Blue Silver Grass..."
"It really does seem quite different."
After observing carefully, Tang San spoke honestly, a hint of curiosity in his eyes.
Tang Hao frowned, unable to discern any difference beyond Xiao Chuan's Blue Silver Emperor Spirit.
Just then.
Tang Chuan said, "Dad, when my Spirit awakened just now, a figure appeared in my mind, claiming to be the God of Food. He said my Spirit is a food-type Spirit, but it hasn't fully awakened yet..."
"The God of Cookery?"
"The God of Cookery?"
Tang Hao and Tang San spoke at the same time, but Tang Hao looked surprised, while Tang San looked completely bewildered.
[end of the chapter]