Chapter 21: Tang Hao, Who Loves to Imagine
He didn't know why, but the moment this person entered, the Grandmaster's entire body instinctively tensed up, and his spirit power unconsciously spread throughout him.
"Who are you?"
The Grandmaster's gaze instantly sharpened, his body unconsciously tensed, and he asked in a deep voice.
The newcomer did not rush to answer, but slowly took off his hood. Immediately after, a rough and resolute face was revealed under the lamplight. It was a face the Grandmaster found slightly familiar.
"Grandmaster, speaking of which, we haven't seen each other in over twenty years, have we? It's no wonder you don't recognize me in my current state. I am Tang Hao!" the gray-clothed man said faintly.
"What did you say? You… you are Tang Hao!?" Hearing this, the Grandmaster's face instantly changed drastically, his pupils focused in an instant, and he said in disbelief:
"How did you end up like this? You are the famous Clear Sky…"
Before the Grandmaster could finish speaking, Tang Hao waved his hand, his tone cold with a hint of weariness, "The old titles, there's no need to mention them again. I am just an ordinary blacksmith now."
Suddenly, the air seemed to solidify for a moment.
The Grandmaster's expression was complex, his heart already churning with hidden waves. After a moment of hesitation, he finally spoke: "You came to find me because… Little San?"
Tang Hao nodded, slowly walked into the room, and closed the door behind him.
The Grandmaster's expression softened slightly, and he took a deep breath, saying, "It seems I guessed correctly; you are indeed Little San's father. Little San just left this morning to return to Saint Spirit Village, saying he wanted to see you. You… why are you here, and not in the village?"
Tang Hao looked up slightly, his expression complex: "It's precisely because Little San went home that I am here. I know you have already taken him as your disciple. As his father, I should have come to see you long ago."
As he spoke, he looked out the window, his voice low: "I came this time to tell you that I will be leaving for a period and plan to entrust Little San to you."
Hearing this, the Grandmaster's face instantly changed, his expression showing clear dissatisfaction and blame.
"Leave? Where are you going?"
"Tang San is only a few years old! As his father, not only are you not by his side, but now you're even leaving? Do you know what your departure now means to him?"
Tang Hao was expressionless, but his voice was chillingly cold: "There are some things I must do. I can no longer avoid them."
"You say it so easily. Shifting all responsibility. You are his father! But your current actions are not at all like a father!" Hearing this, the Grandmaster sneered and slammed the book in his hand onto the table.
Tang Hao frowned slightly, his gaze deepening, but he ultimately did not refute. Instead, he slowly spoke:
"Little San calls me father because of Bloodline. But he once said, 'A teacher for a day is a father for life.' From the moment he became your disciple, you, Yu Xiaogang, are also his father."
"That's why I dared to entrust him to you."
As Tang Hao's words fell, the room instantly plunged into a deathly silence.
After a long while, the Grandmaster pursed his lips and let out a heavy sigh: "You… you, ah… Don't worry, I will take good care of Little San."
Seeing that the Grandmaster had agreed to help him take care of Tang San, Tang Hao turned to leave, but the former suddenly seemed to remember something, raised an eyebrow, and added coldly:
"Wait, Tang Hao, I can promise you to help you take care of Tang San, but your elder son Tang Chuan, I won't bother with him."
"That child Tang Chuan has low Cultivation talent, lacks wisdom, and is incredibly stubborn, full of rebellious spirit. I don't have the leisure to teach him."
Hearing this, Tang Hao paused slightly, not turning around, but stood at the door and responded with a faint tone: "You mean Xiao Chuan? That child has indeed always been like that."
His tone carried a hint of recollection and emotion:
"After his Spirit Awakening, I told him to stay in Saint Spirit Village and be a blacksmith, but he stubbornly refused, arguing with me more than once over it. One time, he even secretly packed his things at night, wanting to go to Nuoding City by himself, luckily I discovered him."
"I observed carefully. Although Tang Chuan's talent is not good, and his Spirit is only Blue Silver Grass, with Innate spirit power of only Rank one, his spirit power increase speed… is a bit too bizarre." The Grandmaster nodded lightly upon hearing this, his face uncharacteristically showing no mockery, and he said, puzzled: "Could it be… his Blue Silver Grass is not ordinary Blue Silver Grass?"
Although Tang Chuan had not exposed his true strength these days, he had only concealed his spirit power Rank to around Rank seven, eight, or nine, instead of stably at Rank one.
In just one semester, someone with Innate spirit power of Rank one was able to Cultivate their spirit power Rank to around Rank seven or eight. This was clearly abnormal to the Grandmaster.
He had Innate spirit power of half a Rank, and he didn't know how many Heaven And Earth Treasure from his Sect he had consumed before he could Cultivate his spirit power Rank to Rank ten in his teens. How could Tang Chuan Cultivate so quickly?
Could it really be that there are no useless Spirit, only useless Spirit Master?
The air suddenly became quiet.
Lowering his head, Tang Hao was silent for a moment, a gentle and beautiful blue-clad woman appearing in his mind. Her eyes were soft, and when her Spirit was released, blue light surged like ocean waves.
"That's right… you're right."
"Xiao Chuan's Blue Silver Grass Spirit is not the ordinary Blue Silver Grass you see."
His pupils contracted slightly, Tang Hao's expression was extremely complex, and his tone carried a hint of suppression as he continued: "So, a faster Cultivation speed is also normal."
The Grandmaster's brow instantly furrowed: "What do you mean by that?"
Tang Hao shook his head, his expression slightly downcast, and said: "I can't explain this to you clearly in a short time. You will naturally understand when Little San's spirit power Breakthroughs Rank fifty in the future. Because both of their Blue Silver Grass Spirit are not ordinary Blue Silver Grass."
With that, Tang Hao did not linger any longer and turned to walk towards the door.
Without stopping, as his gray robe swirled, he suddenly raised his right hand and waved it behind him.
"Clang!"
A jet-black token flew from his sleeve, landing heavily on the Grandmaster's desk with a dull, crisp sound.
The token was identical to the one the Grandmaster had shown when he first took Tang San into the Soul Hunting Forest, except that the pattern on this token had a total of six figures.
"This is… Pope…"
The Grandmaster stood up abruptly, his gaze looking towards the door with surprise and uncertainty.
But the tall gray-robed figure had already disappeared into the night, as if he had never appeared.
In fact, not long ago, Tang Hao had already noticed the abnormality in Tang Chuan's spirit power.
Rank one spirit power, instantly leaping to Rank ten!
At that moment, even Tang Hao, who had experienced countless life-and-death situations, frowned fiercely.
"He went to the Soul Hunting Forest with Tang San and the Grandmaster and came back? My elder son's spirit power actually soared directly from Rank one to Rank ten? Even if he Cultivated diligently, this is unreasonable."
But the next moment, he thought of the name he had never truly let go of for many years—Ah Yin.
Both of his sons' Spirit were Blue Silver Grass, or to be precise, Blue Silver Emperor!
This was also Ah Yin's Spirit.
Perhaps the problem lay here. In Tang Hao's opinion, it was very likely that influenced by Ah Yin's Blue Silver Emperor Bloodline, his elder son's Blue Silver Grass could Cultivate so quickly.
Or perhaps, when the Spirit Hall test personnel tested his Innate spirit power Rank, there was an error in the test? After all, in Tang Hao's view, no matter what, a Blue Silver Emperor Spirit's Innate spirit power could not be Rank one. These were all conclusions Tang Hao came up with after much speculation.
[end of the chapter]