dmims Chapter 539 Deep Affection Between Master and Disciple
Chapter 539 Deep Affection Between Master and Disciple
Chapter 539 Deep Affection Between Master and Disciple
"Father."
Tang San turned around and immediately saw Tang Hao's tall figure. His heart warmed instantly, and his gaze became filled with even more fervent familial affection.
He lived for more than half a year in this desolate valley surrounded by towering mountains and waterfalls.
When thirsty, one drinks water; when hungry, one can only eat fruit; in addition, cultivation is tedious and boring.
If it weren't for my father's presence, I probably wouldn't have been able to persevere.
"Um."
Tang Hao nodded lightly, then withdrew his hand, turned around and stood by the pool. His gaze fell on the waterfall that cascaded down like a silver river, and his usually cold and hard expression suddenly changed.
Tang San turned to look at Tang Hao and was surprised to find an undisguised tenderness on his father's weathered and aged face.
Looking down, Tang San's gaze fell on the half-dead Blue Silver Grass that Tang Hao was holding in his hands, and his expression became somewhat strange.
He still doesn't quite understand why his father was so fond of a blue silver grass and always kept it by his side.
Although my father once said that it was related to my mother, no matter how you look at it, it was just an ordinary blue silver grass, nothing special.
Tang San was filled with doubts, but he couldn't say them out loud, so he could only keep them buried in his heart for the time being.
After standing there for a moment, seemingly noticing Tang San's gaze, Tang Hao instantly snapped back to his senses, his expression turning serious as he slowly turned to look at Tang San:
"How's your practice of the Chaotic Cloak Hammer Technique coming along?"
Upon hearing his father's question, Tang San's expression turned serious. Without hesitation, he quickly replied:
"Father, when I use the wooden hammer to cultivate, I can only barely stack up to sixty-four hammer blows."
After saying that, Tang San silently lowered his head, waiting for his father's loving scolding, just like when he was a child.
Unexpectedly, Tang Hao praised him:
"Not bad, it wasn't a waste of my teaching."
What? My father actually praised me?
You should know that from a young age, my father has always been very strict with me. If I did something wrong, he would scold and berate me if he was even slightly dissatisfied. He has never praised me even once.
My father actually praised me now? This seems to be the first time my father has ever praised me, right?
Tang San found it hard to believe for a moment.
He looked up in surprise at his father, and sure enough, he caught that faint smile on his father's face. Yes, his father really had praised him. Was this his father's love? That's wonderful.
Seeing Tang San's blank expression, Tang Hao frowned slightly:
"What are you daydreaming about? Hurry up and wash off the filth. It's time to leave."
As he spoke, he raised his leg and kicked Tang San into the deep pool.
Tang San thrashed around in the deep pool for a while, quickly washed himself clean, climbed back onto the shore, and approached Tang Hao:
"Father, are we leaving already? I haven't fully mastered the Chaotic Cloak Hammer Technique yet; the second phase of special training is only halfway through."
Tang Hao interrupted him impatiently:
"It's good that you can focus on your cultivation, but if you want to fully master the Chaotic Cloak Hammer Technique and reach a level of complete understanding, it will take you at least a year and a half or even several years."
"You've already mastered the Chaotic Cloak Hammer Technique to this stage, which is more than enough for you. Besides, you have other things to do next."
"Have you forgotten that you still have to participate in the Continental Advanced Soul Master Academy Elite Tournament? If you calculate the time, the tournament will start in a month."
"Oh right, right, right." Tang San suddenly realized, "There's also the Elite Soul Master Competition to participate in. Damn it, I completely forgot about it."
"Father, let's hurry back to the Heaven Dou Royal Academy."
As he spoke, Tang San couldn't help but become a little anxious, mainly because he hadn't seen Xiao Wu for so long and suddenly missed her terribly.
"No rush." Tang Hao slowly shook his head. "It's not too late to go back to the Heaven Dou Royal Academy later. Next, I'm going to take you to hunt for your fourth spirit ring."
Tang San, who was putting on his clothes, paused:
"Hunting for spirit rings?"
"Not bad," Tang Hao nodded slightly, "Your soul power has reached the bottleneck of level 40, and you can now hunt for a soul ring to officially advance to the Soul Master level."
That's right. Tang San's soul power has reached the bottleneck of level 40. As long as he obtains another soul ring, he can directly advance to the true Soul Master level.
During the past six months, Tang San trained day and night under the waterfall, and his Chaotic Cloak Hammer Technique made great progress.
At the same time, the rushing water under the waterfall acted like a forging hammer, refining and tempering Tang San's entire being, resulting in unexpected enhancements to his body, meridians, will, and spirit.
The monotony and tedium of the past six months brought Tang San an unprecedented improvement, including his soul power.
After hearing Tang Hao's words, Tang San immediately examined his body internally and found that his soul power had become much stronger.
He even discovered that two of the eight extraordinary meridians in his body seemed to have been reconnected, bringing the total number of meridians that were fully connected to four. The previously sluggish Xuan Tian Gong was now running much more smoothly.
"Am I really level 40 already?"
Even though Tang San tried to remain calm when he said those words, he couldn't suppress the joy in his heart.
He never expected that sealing his soul power to cultivate the Chaotic Cloak Hammer Technique would bring him such tremendous progress. Not only did his soul power level increase, but it also had the effect of opening up the eight extraordinary meridians. This was an unexpected delight.
At this moment, Tang San was filled with joy.
Seeing Tang San's excited face, and knowing that he had already felt his own progress, Tang Hao smiled slightly:
"There's no doubt that your soul power has indeed reached the bottleneck of level 40, and it may even be higher than level 40. As for the exact level, you'll know once you obtain your fourth soul ring."
"That's why I brought you here to practice the Chaotic Cloak Hammer Technique."
"The Chaotic Cloak Hammer Technique is an application of the Haotian Hammer, and also a forging hammer technique. Practicing it can temper the physical body and also help accelerate the accumulation of soul power within the body. However, it is only effective for those below level 50."
"Therefore, you must remember not to rely too much on the Chaotic Cloak Hammer Technique to quickly accumulate soul power. Your foundation must be solid enough to continue cultivating. Otherwise, the further you go, the more difficult it will be to cultivate."
At this point, Tang Hao's expression turned serious:
"Your soul power has now reached level 40, but remember, do not be arrogant or complacent. Level 30 to level 40 is a hurdle, and you have already passed it."
"Next, there are two more major hurdles: level 40 to level 50, and level 50 to level 60. I hope that you can break through the level 60 bottleneck and reach the Soul Emperor level before you turn 20."
"Only in this way will your future path be smoother. I think you should understand the meaning of this after studying with the master for so many years, so I don't need to explain it further."
Seeing Tang Hao's serious instruction, Tang San had no choice but to become even more attentive:
"Yes, Father, I will work hard and will never let you down."
Tang Hao nodded in satisfaction, then waved his hand and said:
"Alright, enough of that. Get ready, I'll take you to the Star Dou Great Forest to hunt for your fourth spirit ring."
"Go to the Star Dou Great Forest?" Tang San asked in surprise, while wrapping the Twenty-Four Bridges Under the Moonlit Night sword around his waist.
"Is there enough time? There's only one month left until the Elite Soul Master Tournament."
He didn't know where he was, only vaguely sensing that he should be within the territory of the Heavenly Dou Empire, but he didn't know how far he was from the Star Dou Great Forest, so he had some doubts.
"That's right, let's go to the Star Dou Great Forest." Tang Hao said without any room for doubt. "We can't go to the Sunset Forest, it's too dangerous there. Let's go directly to the Star Dou Great Forest."
Then, glancing at the astonished Tang San, he said calmly:
"Don't worry, I'll fly you there. It won't take long. Don't underestimate the speed of a level 95 Super Douluo."
"After I've finished acquiring the spirit rings, I'll send you back to the Heaven Dou Royal Academy. There'll be plenty of time."
"However, once you arrive at the Heaven Dou Royal Academy, you'll have to go back on your own. I won't appear before you again. From then on, you'll have to rely on yourself for everything in your cultivation, understand?"
Tang San's eyes widened immediately:
"Ah? Father, why is this? Are you leaving again?"
Tang Hao did not answer Tang San's question. After his eyes flickered slightly, he asked a different question:
"You've been a Soul Master for seven or eight years now. You should have some idea of Haotian Douluo's reputation in the Soul Master world, right?"
Upon hearing Tang Hao's words, a rumor he had once heard suddenly flashed through Tang San's mind—
It is said that several years ago, Haotian Douluo Tang Hao single-handedly destroyed several branch halls of the Spirit Hall, causing the deaths of many civilians.
As a result, his reputation plummeted, and he went from being the youngest Title Douluo in the Soul Master world to the culprit who disregarded human life and a rat that everyone wanted to kill.
When Tang San first heard this rumor, he just laughed it off and even made a few sarcastic remarks.
He thought the so-called Haotian Douluo was just someone with the same name as his father, but he never expected that he was actually his father.
This was something Tang San never expected.
Since Haotian Douluo was indeed his father, he naturally couldn't believe the Spirit Hall's claims anymore, and stated unequivocally:
"Father, that's nothing but slander from the Spirit Hall. I've never believed those lies. How could you possibly have done such a thing?"
However, to Tang San's surprise, Tang Hao actually nodded in agreement:
"No, the Spirit Hall is not wrong. I did do those things."
"What?" Tang San exclaimed in shock. "Did you really do this, Father? Why?"
Tang Hao raised his hand and stroked the Blue Silver Grass he was holding, his eyes suddenly flashing with two cold red lights:
"That's what the Spirit Hall owes me, and I must get it back."
At that moment, Tang San seemed to understand something. He gritted his teeth fiercely and asked the question he most wanted to know:
"Father, was Mother killed by the Spirit Hall?"
Upon hearing this, Tang Hao shuddered, his eyes, gleaming with a cold red light, suddenly widened, and his sharp gaze fell upon Tang San, causing the latter to feel a stinging pain.
"I told you, there are many things you don't need to know until my demands are met, and I won't tell you anything about your mother."
"If you want to know everything you crave, then make yourself stronger as soon as possible. Once you meet my requirements, I will tell you everything when the time is right. Don't ask so many questions now."
Tang San immediately lowered his head:
"Yes, Father."
Seeing Tang San with his head bowed and a somewhat dejected expression, the red light in Tang Hao's eyes faded, and his sharp gaze returned to normal.
"Going back to the previous question, because of the Spirit Hall, I can't show my face freely. Otherwise, if I'm not careful and the Spirit Hall's henchmen discover my whereabouts, I'm very likely to be hunted down by the Spirit Hall, and that might even implicate you."
"However, you don't need to worry about me leaving. Although I can't show my face normally, I will still continue to keep an eye on you."
"Do you remember what I said?"
Before Tang San could speak, Tang Hao said those words to himself:
Now that I'm back, I won't leave you so easily again.
Upon hearing this, Tang San instantly understood the meaning behind Tang Hao's words. It turned out that his father was not leaving, but rather hiding in the shadows to protect him.
"Father."
Tang San suddenly raised his head, and the burning affection in his heart could no longer be suppressed. He pounced and hugged Tang Hao tightly.
"What are you doing?"
The incident happened so suddenly that Tang Hao was caught off guard. He stumbled as Tang San tackled him, and when he finally regained his balance, he found that Tang San had already hugged him tightly.
Despite knowing that the son in front of him was very likely an old monster, Tang Hao couldn't help but feel a touch of tenderness in his heart. He couldn't bear to use his soul power to shake him away, and instead subconsciously hugged Tang San back.
"Alright, let go."
The father and son shared a deep bond, embracing each other for a long time by the pool until Tang Hao could no longer bear it, and Tang San finally let go.
Feeling the warmth of his father's embrace, Tang San was finally satisfied. As he released his father's arms, he said:
"Father, I'm ready. Let's go."
With a strange expression and an incredibly subtle look in his eyes, Tang Hao didn't say anything more. He reached out and grabbed Tang San's shoulder, lifting him into the air and flying rapidly towards the direction of the Star Dou Great Forest.
…………
Just as Tang Hao and his son Tang San were flying to the Star Dou Great Forest to hunt for spirit rings.
Hundreds of kilometers away in Wuhun City, a group of people is also preparing to set off north.
Wuhun City.
The square in front of the Papal Palace.
"Xiao Feng, be careful and come back soon."
Holding a two-meter-long scepter inlaid with countless gems, wearing a dazzling nine-curved purple-gold crown, and dressed in a magnificent purple-gold papal gown, Bibi Dong stood gracefully in front of Ye Qifeng, carefully adjusting his collar.
Her voice was soft and soothing, gentle and melodious, captivating all who heard it, completely lacking the coldness and aloofness expected of the Pope of the Spirit Hall.
At this moment, Bibi Dong looks more like a wife seeing her husband off, yet hoping for his early return home.
Of course, to unsuspecting outsiders, this simply appears to be a touching teacher-student relationship between His Holiness the Pope and His Highness the Son.
(End of this chapter)