Chapter 157: Telling the Truth, the World’s Number One Tool Spirit: Clear Sky Hammer
Chapter 157: Telling the Truth, the World’s Number One Tool Spirit: Clear Sky Hammer
Yu Xiaogang closed his eyes.
When he opened them again, the urgency and irritability in his eyes were forcibly suppressed.
He absolutely could not panic, and even less could he interrogate Little San.
He understood Tang San.
This child responded to gentle persuasion but resisted force; he actually had a very strong mind of his own.
"Sigh..."
He let out a deep sigh.
The sound of the sigh drifted in the night wind, carrying a thick sense of helplessness.
He took a step forward and gently patted Tang San’s shoulder.
His movements were slow, carrying a heavy sense of reassurance.
"Little San."
He spoke, keeping his voice very low and slow, trying to adopt his usual persuasive and guiding tone.
"Teacher knows that what Lin Qingmo showed today had a huge impact on you."
"Not just you, even I was exceptionally shaken in my heart."
He paused, observing Tang San’s reaction.
The boy frowned, appearing displeased at the mention of Lin Qingmo.
"But, you must see the essence of things clearly."
"What did Lin Qingmo rely on to achieve all this?"
Yu Xiaogang asked and answered his own question, his tone becoming certain.
"It was a miracle, a special Opportunity that we cannot understand and cannot replicate."
"Perhaps that mysterious Titled Douluo behind him gave him some Heaven And Earth Treasure, or perhaps his Spirit underwent a mutation we don’t know about."
"Things obtained through luck are like a castle in the air; they look magnificent, but have no Foundation."
"More importantly, it cannot be taught or replicated. For the vast majority of Spirit Masters, including you, it has no reference value."
"Even though it seems you both have the Blue Silver Grass Martial Soul, he is clearly different."
Yu Xiaogang looked at Tang San, his gaze becoming focused and powerful once more.
"But we are different, Little San."
"We walk the upright path of combining theory and practice. One step at a time, our Foundation is built incredibly solid."
"This is the most reliable path to the Peak of the strong."
He saw Tang San’s eyelashes tremble slightly and knew he was listening.
Listening was a good thing!
"Moreover, don’t forget your own talent."
Yu Xiaogang’s tone grew heavier, carrying a guiding emphasis.
"twin spirits, this is a peerless talent that is rare in a hundred, no, a thousand years. How many people in the entire Douluo Continent have this?"
"No matter how special Lin Qingmo’s Opportunity is, the upper limit of his talent was roughly determined the moment his Spirit underwent its Awakening."
"But your upper limit, Little San..."
Yu Xiaogang paused, saying each word deliberately: "Is unknown."
"twin spirits mean infinite possibilities. This is your most precious and powerful reliance, something no Opportunity can compare to."
These words were like a key, instantly opening a sluice gate in Tang San’s heart that had been blocked by confusion.
His eyes suddenly lit up, like two sparks being reignited.
"Teacher! Then my Second Martial Soul... can I start to Cultivate it now?"
His body leaned forward unconsciously, his voice filled with irrepressible urgency and longing.
Become stronger!
Only these two words remained in Tang San’s mind.
He was fed up with the feeling of powerlessness when facing Lin Qingmo, fed up with being completely suppressed by Lin Qingmo’s brilliance.
If he could Cultivate his Second Martial Soul, if he could become stronger faster... he even began to fantasize about the scene where he possessed two powerful Spirits and thoroughly defeated Lin Qingmo.
However, Yu Xiaogang’s face suddenly changed the moment he asked this question.
"You cannot!"
A stern denial, almost a scolding, burst from Yu Xiaogang’s mouth.
His tone was decisive, leaving no room for negotiation.
Because of his agitation, the weak aura of a Spirit Grandmaster around him even rippled slightly, startling the night birds nesting nearby.
The color drained from Tang San’s face instantly.
His mouth pressed into a tight, pale line.
The light in his eyes vanished instantly, replaced by a thick sense of resentment.
Why?
He raised his head and looked at Yu Xiaogang, stubbornly questioning: "Teacher, why?"
"Since the Second Martial Soul has infinite potential, why can’t I Cultivate it now? I want to become stronger, I want to..."
He wanted to say "I want to defeat Lin Qingmo," but in the end, he swallowed it back.
Looking at the disappointment and unwillingness in his Disciple’s eyes, Yu Xiaogang’s heart softened, but more than that was a complex heaviness.
He knew that the time had come for certain secrets to be revealed.
Otherwise, the rift between master and Disciple would only grow wider.
He sighed again, and this time the sigh contained too many things.
Yu Xiaogang turned his back to Tang San and looked at the crescent moon in the sky.
The moonlight was cold, shining on his graying hair and his upright but slightly lonely, affected silhouette.
He remained silent for a long while.
"Little San, it is time to tell you some things."
Yu Xiaogang finally spoke, his voice low, carrying the solemnity of uncovering long-buried past events.
"About your Second Martial Soul, and about your life story."
Tang San’s heart skipped a beat.
Life story?
He was just the son of an ordinary blacksmith; what life story could he have?
Could it be his mother... he indeed had never seen his mother since birth.
Yu Xiaogang slowly turned back, looking at Tang San with a complex gaze.
"Your Second Martial Soul is no ordinary thing."
He said slowly: "It is the world’s number one Tool Spirit, the ultimate symbol of power and dominance—the Clear Sky Hammer."
Clear Sky Hammer?!
Tang San’s pupils suddenly constricted, as if he had been struck by a bolt of lightning.
The world’s number one Tool Spirit?
Is... is this true?
Before he could digest this information, Yu Xiaogang’s next words shocked him even more, sending his soul flying.
"And your father is precisely the man who was famous throughout the continent, hailed as the youngest Titled Douluo—the Clear Sky Douluo, Tang Hao."
Yu Xiaogang spoke each word deliberately, ensuring every word reached Tang San’s ears clearly.
Boom—!
Tang San’s mind went blank.
His steps faltered, and he uncontrollably took half a step back, nearly failing to keep his footing.
His mouth hung slightly open, his eyes wide, filled with nothing but daze and disbelief.
Clear Sky Douluo?
Tang Hao?
That blacksmith father who drank all day, was unkempt, and spoke very little... was the Clear Sky Douluo? A Titled Douluo standing at the Peak of the Spirit Master’s world?
This was simply... as absurd as a dream!
But these words came from his Teacher’s mouth.
Teacher... likely wouldn’t lie to him.
After the massive shock, a tide of doubt rushed in.
Clenching his fists, his nails digging into his palms, Tang San tried to use the pain to clear his head.
He looked at Yu Xiaogang and asked with a dry voice: "Teacher... if, if my father really is the Clear Sky Douluo, and he is so powerful... why, why didn’t he personally teach me?"
If... if he also had a Titled Douluo father to personally teach him, receiving the top resources and training from a young age.
Then would his current strength far exceed Lin Qingmo’s?
Would he not have felt so powerless?
A strong sense of unwillingness mixed with a desire for powerful strength churned in his chest.
Upon hearing this question, Yu Xiaogang’s expression became even more solemn, even revealing a hint of killing intent.
"Because your father is being hunted by an extremely powerful force."
"For your safety, he could only entrust you to me."
"Which force?"
Tang San was stunned.
His father was actually being hunted; no wonder he would hide his name and work as a blacksmith.
But what force would dare to hunt a Titled Douluo?
Yu Xiaogang took a deep breath and uttered the name that made countless Spirit Masters feel both awe and fear: "It is—Spirit Hall."
(End of Chapter)
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