"Father." Tang Lan spoke up proactively.
"I've been gone for ten days. Aren't you even going to ask where I went?"
Tang Hao's joyful expression faded.
Ah Yin's face surfaced in his mind once again.
"I trust you." Tang Hao replied. "You don't need to explain yourself."
Tang Lan: 🤨🤨🤨
His father's reaction surprised him.
His own son vanished for ten days, then suddenly came back taller, stronger, and ridiculously handsome—
And as a father, he doesn't care at all?!
…No, that wasn't right.
From how Tang Hao had started teaching him Clear Sky techniques so quickly,
It was clear that his and Tang San's "talent" had reignited his hope.
Which meant…
He already knew everything.
Tang Hao's Silent Tears
Thinking back—
During his transformation, Tang Lan had vaguely heard someone crying.
At first, he assumed it was the Blue Silver King elder, overwhelmed with emotion.
But now—
It was more likely that Tang Hao had found him and was crying his heart out over the Blue Silver Grass,
mourning Ah Yin.
It was too painful to talk about, so he chose to avoid the topic altogether.
Which made sense.
After all, what six-year-old could possibly handle being told,
"By the way, you're actually half-human, half-plant."
Tang Lan: Time to Hook Him In
"Alright, I won't go into details then."
Tang Lan continued—
"During my martial soul evolution, I unexpectedly comprehended a unique soul power circulation method."
"It seems to have healing properties."
"Father, you were coughing badly just now. Want to try practicing it? Might help with your condition."
Tang Hao almost laughed aloud.
A "soul power circulation method"?
Of course, he knew what that was.
Even the Clear Sky Sect had its own secret techniques for controlling soul power.
But just like the Clear Sky Nine Absolutes, these were forbidden arts,
only accessible within the sect itself.
So a six-year-old, no matter how talented,
Couldn't have possibly created anything worthwhile.
"Forget it." Tang Hao shook his head. "This is an old injury. No use worrying about it."
Tang Lan: Fine, I'll Push Harder!
"Oh, then let's talk about what I did these past ten days."
"After awakening my martial soul, I sensed the Blue Silver Gra—"
He barely got two words out before—
Tang Hao immediately raised his hand to cut him off!
The mere mention of Blue Silver Grass made him involuntarily picture Ah Yin's face.
His emotions almost spiraled out of control.
"Actually, I suddenly think learning that technique isn't a bad idea."
Tang Lan: 🎯 Gotcha.
A grin spread across his face.
"Thought you could avoid it? Not a chance."
Tang Hao noticed the grin and felt amused.
"This brat…"
"He actually figured out that I didn't want to discuss this?!"
"How is he this smart?!"
Passing Down the Incomplete Nine Yang Divine Art
"Father, don't resist. Follow my circulation pattern."
Tang Lan pressed his hand against Tang Hao's back,
Slowly channeling Nine Yang Divine Art's inner energy into him.
The moment he scanned Tang Hao's meridians,
His eyebrows twitched sharply!
Holy shit.
This man's meridians were so damaged they looked like a sieve!
The fact that Tang Hao was even alive at this point was solely because his foundation was ridiculously strong.
At the same time—
It also explained why Tang Hao had never absorbed the Blue Silver Emperor Right Leg Bone.
His soul bones were already maxed out—
There was no room left for another.
Healing Tang Hao—An Impossible Task?
If Tang Hao had been able to absorb a second soul bone,
His second soul bone ability, "Wildfire Burns Endless, Spring Wind Revives Again,"
Would have been enough to completely regenerate his meridians.
But now—
The only option was to use Nine Yang Divine Art's inner force to slowly nurture and repair them.
Nine Yang Divine Art—A Perfect Fit
Nine Yang Divine Art had nine layers, each with a unique energy circulation path.
Since Tang Hao's soul power was already vast,
he could skip the most time-consuming step—meditation-based energy accumulation.
And as a genius worthy of inheriting the title of Clear Sky Douluo,
his natural talent was exceptional.
After the initial shock,
Tang Hao quickly entered a state of learning.
He soon grasped the first layer—"Misty Purple Qi"—
which refined his soul power, transforming it into Nine Yang Divine Art's inner energy.
Just this single process took three full days and nights.
Titled Douluo-level soul power truly was immense.
The Real Challenge—Rebuilding the Meridians
When it came to the second layer—"Bone-Washing and Meridian-Cleansing"—
That was where the real difficulty began.
Nine Yang Divine Art's inner energy attempted to remodel Tang Hao's meridians,
purging impurities from his body.
But because his insides were riddled with holes,
The repair workload was overwhelming.
After an entire day,
they had only repaired 0.01% of the damage.
At that rate, Tang Hao would be old and gray before it was done.
Tang Lan gave up on helping.
"Let him work through it himself."
He simply taught him the third layer,
Repeated the explanations a few times,
Then made sure Tang Hao had fully memorized it.
Waking Up to a Home-Cooked Meal?
Tang Lan withdrew his inner energy and opened his eyes.
"Sniff, sniff—"
The smell of food filled the air.
At some point, someone had set up a simple wooden shelter in the courtyard,
And on a nearby table, a few dishes were neatly placed.
It was probably Tang San's doing.
Unfortunately—
Neither of them needed it.
Tang Lan, after awakening his Life Soul Blue Silver Emperor,
could sustain himself on plant essence alone.
Even after eight days of not eating or drinking, he felt fine.
And as for Tang Hao?
A Titled Douluo had long since mastered fasting techniques.
Tang Hao's Realization
"Hahhh—"
Tang Hao exhaled deeply,
his gaze toward Tang Lan now filled with complex emotions.
This so-called "soul power circulation method"…
It was on an entirely different level compared to the Clear Sky Sect's techniques!
It refined soul power to extreme purity,
making it perfect for the Clear Sky Hammer, a pure offense-type martial soul.
It even had self-healing properties and could remodel the body,
enhancing a person's natural talent!
The fact that a six-year-old child had created this on his own…
Was almost unbelievable.
But thinking back—
Tang Lan had awakened the Blue Silver Emperor,
absorbed the offerings of countless Blue Silver Grass,
and transcended his original life level.
It was possible that,
in that moment of enlightenment,
he had glimpsed the secrets of life itself—
And with his monstrous talent,
he had derived this technique from nature's mysteries.
It wasn't entirely impossible.
Tang San's Dramatic Entrance
"Creeeak—"
The door swung open,
and Tang San came running in.
"Brother! Father! You've been unconscious for eight days! I was terrified!"
Tang Lan sat there smiling,
Silently watching Tang San's performance.
After Tang Hao reassured him that they were fine—
Tang San accidentally exposed himself.
"What were you two doing for these past eight days? Some kind of secret technique?"
Feigning ignorance.
As if he couldn't tell that his father and brother had been transmitting an internal cultivation technique?
Tang Hao hesitated, glancing at Tang Lan.
After all, this soul power circulation method had been created by Tang Lan himself.
Tang Lan: Time to Put on a Show
"It's fine."
Tang Lan's voice was calm but laced with sarcasm.
"Xiao Sanzi is my little brother. Would I ever hide anything from my own blood relative?"
"After all, how could anyone be wary of their own family?"
Then—
He raised his hand and infused Nine Yang Divine Art's inner force into Tang San's meridians,
Allowing its unyielding yang energy to surge violently!
—He was just a little kid, wasn't it normal that his control was unstable?
Tang San: IT BURNS!!!
Tang San felt as if magma was rampaging through his body,
Scorching his meridians and tormenting him endlessly!
But he gritted his teeth and endured,
Trying to comprehend the technique's mysteries.
It seemed…
Even more profound than his own Mysterious Heaven Skill?!
Just as he was immersed in enlightenment—
Tang Lan suddenly withdrew his hand.
Tang San: Excuse Me, What the Hell?!
The abrupt cutoff left Tang San restless and agitated,
Like a cat desperately scratching at an unreachable itch!
"Brother, something's wrong!" Tang San blurted. "That was only half of it! Where's the rest? It got cut off?"
Tang Lan's face turned pale, as if he had overexerted himself.
Hearing Tang San's words, he stumbled slightly,
Looking as if he had suffered a severe backlash from anger.
Tang Lan: The Master of Deception
"That's all I managed to create."
Tang Lan's voice carried deep guilt.
"I'm sorry, Xiao Sanzi… I'll teach you the rest once I perfect it… Cough, cough—"
Tang Hao's heart ached instantly!
His eldest son, his hope for reviving Ah Yin,
His prodigy surpassing Tang San—
Had exhausted himself helping him cultivate,
Only to force himself to teach his younger brother,
And in return, he was accused of holding back?!
Tang Hao: "TANG SAN, GET THE HELL OUT!"
"Tang San!" Tang Hao's rage erupted.
"Go back to your room. Without my permission, do NOT come out!"
Tang San's face stiffened!
It wasn't that he doubted his brother—
It was just that Nine Yang Divine Art was too profound,
And in that moment of realization, he had lost control of his emotions.
If the technique were complete, it would definitely surpass Mysterious Heaven Skill!
That's why he had spoken out so urgently.
But now…
With only half a technique…
Tang San: "Sorry, Brother…" (But I Won't Repay You!)
"I'm sorry, Brother. I was too impatient… I'll go reflect on myself now."
Tang San turned and left.
As for repaying the favor by offering his superior Mysterious Heaven Skill in return?
Not a chance.
That was the Tang Sect's sacred technique!
How could he just recklessly pass it down to others?
Even if it was his own family, that was impossible.
Tang Lan: "Tang San, You Are Truly the King of Double Standards."
Seeing this, Tang Lan's eyes gleamed with mockery.
So this was the famous hypocrisy of the future God King?
Seeing it firsthand…
Was even more ridiculous than hearing about it.
Fine.
Let him suffer a little first.
Tang San's Horrifying Discovery
As soon as Tang San returned to his room,
He was shocked to find—
(End of Chapter)
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