"What's wrong?" Lin Chuan asked.
Tang San took a deep breath.
He looked left and right, ensuring no one was around, before slowly raising his left hand.
Black light surged, and a small, pitch-black hammer appeared in his palm.
Overbearing!
That word wasn't even enough to describe it!
"Actually, I have a second martial soul too," Tang San said, feeling a bit embarrassed for having hidden it just now.
[General Principles of the Tang Sect's Mysterious Heaven Record, Rule One: Never let someone you cannot fully trust know exactly how much true strength you have.]
But Big Brother Lin Chuan was an exception!
Looking at that Clear Sky Hammer.
Lin Chuan reached out, lightly patted Tang San's shoulder, and said earnestly:
"Little San, Twin Martial Souls—this is a gift from the heavens, but also a massive test."
"I'm not surprised you have them; I'm surprised you dared to tell me."
"Remember to develop steadily in the future!"
"Once you grow up, no one will be your match."
Tang San nodded:
"I understand. Father taught me that the wind will break the tallest tree in the forest. But I didn't want to hide it from Big Brother."
Lin Chuan smiled: "Since we both have Twin Martial Souls, let's supervise each other and get stronger together from now on."
"Mhm!" Tang San felt as if he and Big Brother Lin Chuan were standing on the same starting line again!
The two returned to the blacksmith shop.
Tang Hao was still sitting there drinking.
"Dad, I awakened my martial soul. We're going to Nuoding City for school," Tang San said, summoning his courage as he showed his Blue Silver Grass.
"School? What school? Who's going to cook?" Tang Hao said coldly. "What's the point of practicing Blue Silver Grass? Isn't it better to be a blacksmith?"
Tang San grew anxious. If he didn't get stronger, how could he protect Big Brother in the future?
"I want to become a Spirit Master."
"A Spirit Master? What use is a Spirit Master! Even if you become the most powerful Spirit Master, you're nothing but trash!"
Tang Hao suddenly erupted in rage, smashing the wine bottle in his hand onto the ground, glass shards flying everywhere.
Tang San was startled; he didn't understand why his father had such a violent reaction.
On the side, Lin Chuan understood Tang Hao's psychological knot very well.
He didn't speak, just quietly watched Tang San.
Tang San grit his teeth, suddenly raised his left hand, and with a flash of black light, the Clear Sky Hammer appeared!
"Dad, what if it's Twin Martial Souls?"
Tang Hao's entire body shook.
He lunged forward, grabbing Tang San's wrist and staring dead at that little hammer.
His weathered eyes were filled with shock, pain, and nostalgia.
"Twin Martial Souls, it's actually Twin Martial Souls."
"Did you tell anyone else?"
Tang Hao muttered to himself.
Then he suddenly turned his head, his gaze instantly locking onto Lin Chuan beside them.
A terrifying, suffocating pressure descended instantly.
The killing intent of a Titled Douluo!
Tang San didn't know why Tang Hao's face had suddenly changed.
But as a Tang Sect disciple, observing words and expressions was his forte.
Especially regarding killing intent!
He instantly felt his father's murderous intent toward Lin Chuan and lunged in front of him, spreading his arms:
"Dad! Don't! I was the one who took the initiative to tell Big Brother Lin Chuan!"
"You told him?"
The fire in Tang Hao's eyes grew even fiercer:
"Do you know this could bring you total destruction?"
"It's just Twin Martial Souls, isn't it? Big Brother Lin Chuan won't tell anyone!"
Tang San didn't understand. It was just a hammer martial soul—why was Tang Hao acting like this?
"Dad, did you know? Big Brother Lin Chuan has Innate Full Soul Power! He even has Twin Martial Souls too!"
"Just now, Uncle Su Yuntao from the Martial Soul Hall wanted Big Brother Lin Chuan to join them, promising him the best resources and even saying the Pope might take him as a disciple!"
Hearing this, Tang Hao's killing intent paused slightly.
"But Big Brother Lin Chuan refused!"
Tang San choked up as he said: "He said that to take care of me, so I wouldn't be all alone, he refused the invitation to the Martial Soul Hall to his face! He said loyalty and friendship are more important than strength!"
"How could Lin Chuan ever harm me?!"
"Dad, I won't let you hurt Big Brother Lin Chuan! If you want to hurt him, kill me first!"
By the end, Tang San was shouting!
Lin Chuan stood to the side, feeling gratified but also a bit awkward—was he really that good?
Tang Hao was stunned.
He looked at the thin, small figure shielding Lin Chuan.
Then he looked at Lin Chuan standing behind Tang San, completely fearless.
The red light in Tang Hao's eyes gradually faded, and his aura slowly retracted.
He let go of his hand and sat back dejectedly in his chair.
Indeed, just a child—was it worth him acting like this?
After drinking for so many years, he had nearly turned himself into trash!
The former Clear Sky Douluo had actually fallen to this state.
"Refused the Martial Soul Hall? What a 'loyalty first'."
Tang Hao closed his eyes, appearing as if he had aged ten years in an instant.
"I didn't expect that after living half my life, my vision isn't even as good as two children's."
"Lin Chuan," Tang Hao suddenly spoke.
"Uncle Tang," Lin Chuan replied, neither servile nor overbearing.
"Thank you for taking care of Little San."
Tang Hao's voice was very deep:
"Since you've decided to go to Nuoding City, then go. It's time I sobered up as well."
...
Over the next three months, Tang Hao began teaching Tang San the Disorder Splitting Wind Hammer Method.
Every afternoon, the clanging sound of ironwork echoed through the blacksmith shop.
Tang San sweated profusely, putting his all into every strike, feeling the conduction of power and the mystery of using force to redirect force.
Meanwhile, Lin Chuan moved a lounge chair to the doorway to sunbathe.
With a blade of Blue Silver Grass in his mouth and a fan in his hand, he would offer a few pointers from time to time.
"Little San, the power from your waist is wrong; it should be like a spring."
"That strike was too light, the rhythm is off."
Tang San took the criticism while making adjustments, thinking to himself:
Even though Big Brother Lin Chuan is lying down, he must be rehearsing even more profound techniques in his mind.
To judge my mistakes just by sound—this level of listening mastery is simply unfathomable!
Simultaneously, in Lin Chuan's mind:
[Ding! Detected Tang San comprehending the essence of "Disorder Splitting Wind Hammer Method," proficiency increased.]
[Congratulations to the host for obtaining: Sword Skill "Cloak of Wind Sword Dance," improved based on the Disorder Splitting Wind principle. Faster speed, stacks sword qi, unlimited layers.]
[Congratulations to the host: Constitution +1.]
Lin Chuan turned over comfortably.
Little San, what you're shedding is sweat, but what your brother is consuming is brainpower!
Keep "rolling," I believe in you!
Finally, three months later, Tang San successfully forged a piece of Hundred-Refined Steel.
Looking at that piece of steel, Tang San wiped his sweat excitedly and turned to Lin Chuan:
"Big Brother, I succeeded!"
Lin Chuan opened his eyes, casually picked up a tree branch nearby, and gave it a light flick.
The branch cut through the air, instantly trembling out nine sword-flowers.
Each flower contained a certain kind of cumulative force.
*Snap!*
The branch finally tapped that piece of Hundred-Refined Steel, and it didn't break.
Instead, it left a deep white mark on the steel.
Tang San was shocked:
"Integrating the redirecting force of the Disorder Splitting Wind into a sword style?"
"And he learned it just by watching me forge? He even handles heavy things as if they were light, simplifying the complex?"
"Little San, your hammer technique still has flaws." Lin Chuan dropped the branch and flexed a little: "But for a beginner, it's already quite good."
Tang San was deeply hit but also greatly encouraged.
So Big Brother Lin Chuan had created his own sword style over these three months!
How long would I have to learn to catch up to this realm?
"Pack your things; Grandpa Old Jack is coming to pick us up."
Lin Chuan clapped his hands.