Chapter 83. Tang Hao stood up.
Tangmen Yifan: Ye Yang, you are too embarrassing. As a time traveler, you should have a top beast spirit like Golden Dragon King or Silver Dragon King, not to mention the Axe of Creation or the Chaos Bell. How come you only awakened a Nether Spirit Cat?
Tangmen Xu Kun: That's right. Even if you choose a spirit, you don't need a top-level spirit. You should at least have a strong attack or control spirit. Agility attack spirits are useless. What use is the Nether Spirit Cat spirit other than forming a spirit fusion skill with the White Tiger?
Danran: Ye Yang can try to compete with Zhu Zhuqing for the position of White Tiger's main wife, occupy Dai Mubai, and happily merge with him to become the Nether White Tiger. Wouldn't that be wonderful ?
Blueberry: So that's what you were thinking, Ye Yang. You like Dai Mubai, why didn't you say so earlier?
Big Blue: Ye Yang, promise to fuse your spirit with Dai Mubai's. Once, I'll give you a Super Fire. Twice, two Super Fires.
Red Bean: Agreed, one rocket at a time, brother, I support you.
Hearing the jeers from the damned Three Blacks, Ye Yang quickly declared, "Get lost! I'd rather die than fuse my spirit with Dai Mubai's. I'm a normal person. Even if I have to, it should be with my San Giegie. Don't try to smear me with rockets."
Su Yuntao informed Old Jack of Ye Yang and Tang San's spirit awakenings, and Old Jack immediately offered Ye Yang a place in the Holy Soul Village as a part-time student.
Ye Yang had unknowingly robbed Tang San of an opportunity. Tang San's face darkened as charcoal when he learned all this. He was just about to load his hidden arrow. You're doomed.
Upon returning home, Ye Yang's father asked, "Son, what spirit did you awaken? A dung fork or a dung spoon? Baba, I've found you a job as a dung picker. It's been our family's job for generations."
Ye Yang smiled, "Baba Mom, we don't have to do these dirty jobs anymore. I've awakened the Netherworld Cat spirit."
As he spoke, Ye Yang summoned his own Netherworld Cat spirit and showed it off in front of his father and mother.
However, Baba Mom didn't smile happily. Instead, Ye Yang's father looked at Ye's mother questioningly. Noticing his gaze, Ye's mother quickly put down her cutlery.
The scene descended into a strange state. Ye's mother lovingly said to Ye Yang, "Son, please step out for a moment. Mommy needs to talk to your Baba."
Ye Yang was momentarily stunned before he was shoved out the door. The door closed, and Ye Yang's father's questioning voice echoed from inside.
"He's my son, isn't he? We each have a dung fork and a dung scoop, so how did he awaken a cat? Tell me, have you done anything to offend me behind my back?" Ye's father demanded angrily.
Ye's mother replied, "No, our son is our biological child. I know better than you do. How would I know why he awakened a Netherworld Cat? Perhaps his spirit mutated."
"Bullshit, a spirit mutate? Your spirit is a dung scoop, and mine is a dung fork. No matter how it mutates, it can't possibly turn into a cat," Ye's father said.
Ye's mother said sorrowfully, "Anyway, I didn't betray you. Was all this time we were married all fake?"
No matter how Ye's mother explained, Ye's father remained convinced that Ye Yang wasn't his biological son. But upon closer reflection, it didn't matter. So what? His spirit was a Netherworld Cat, and with an innate ninth-level spirit power, his future was limitless. Even if he wasn't his biological son, he was still one.
Just like that, the door opened, and Ye Yang entered the home, sparking another wave of affection between father and son.
Meanwhile, Tang San, weighed down by worry, returned to the blacksmith shop. His impression of Ye Yang had been utterly negative. Because of Ye Yang, Old Jack had given the village's only work-study program to Ye Yang.
Without this program, he wouldn't be able to attend the Notting City Spirit Master Academy, become Yu Xiaogang's disciple, or meet Xiao Wu. All his opportunities would be thwarted.
The more he thought about it, the angrier he became. His eyes burned red, and he panted like an ox, wishing he could send Ye Yang, a man who shouldn't exist, to the brink of extinction with a single hidden arrow.
"You're back," Tang Hao asked with a lack of interest. "What spirit did you awaken?"
Tang San, snapping back to his senses at Tang Hao's question, quickly extended his hand and displayed his Blue Silver Grass spirit, saying, "Baba, this is my awakened spirit."
Tang Hao, momentarily stunned by the sight of Tang San's Blue Silver Grass and the golden lines swirling across it, muttered, "It's Blue Silver Grass, just like hers."
But Tang Hao quickly returned to his languid demeanor. Even if he had awakened the same Blue Silver Emperor spirit as hers, what good would it do? Facing a behemoth like the Spirit Hall, revenge wouldn't be impossible.
Tang Hao abruptly stood up, turned, and headed back inside.
"Dad,"
Tang Hao waved his hand impatiently. "Don't bother me." With that, he pulled back the curtain and entered the inner room.
"But I have another spirit." Tang San extended his other hand, revealing his hidden spirit to his father.
The door curtain suddenly swung open, and Tang Hao reappeared outside. This time, his face was filled with shock, and his eyes were red, as if he had been crying.
In an instant, all of Tang Hao's dejection vanished. He rushed to Tang San, took Tang San's hand, and took a look. Tang San saw a small hammer in his hand.
It was a jet-black hammer, with a handle about half a foot long and a cylindrical head. It looked like a miniature foundry hammer, but within its black surface, a unique glow shone. A faint pattern swirled around the cylindrical head.
Tang Hao hugged Tang San tightly with excitement. In Tang Hao's arms, Tang San could faintly sense that his father's previous dejection had vanished. Instead, he was filled with an unstoppable aura, as if the Haotian Douluo who had dared to dethrone the Pope had returned.
In this life, Tang San understood the cause and effect of everything, and he was no longer as lost as in his previous life.
Tang San reveled in the pungent smell of Tang Hao's embrace, feeling a surge of enjoyment. This was the taste of family affection. Tang San thought to himself: Spirit Hall, although I made you pay the price in my last life, now that I've been reborn in this life, I will take back everything you owe us father and son!
After a long moment, Tang Hao finally let go of Tang San and said earnestly, "Remember, in your future, you must use the hammer in your left hand to protect the grass in your right. Forever."
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