Chapter 165: Tang Hao's Past
"Nami, do you understand your problem now?"
Ning Bei walked up to the front of the crowd with Zhu Zhuqing and looked at his little disciple, who was hanging her head in self-reproach.
Nami's eyes lit up when she saw her master, but soon her expression dimmed again as she nodded at him.
"I know, Master. My soul skill usage is too poor."
"Then you should practice your soul skills with your Uncle Zhuqing from now on. She will help you."
"Yes, Master! And thank you, Uncle Zhuqing!"
Nami's face brightened up again. She had thought her master had come to scold her!
Zhu Zhuqing smiled and waved her hand, signaling that it was no trouble. She liked this girl who was always full of effort.
Ning Rongrong and Xiao Wu, who had seen Ning Bei and his little friend arrive, stopped their playful bickering and quickly walked over to join them.
"Ning Bei, Zhuqing, you're back!"
"Zhuqing, did you get your fourth soul ring?"
Zhu Zhuqing looked at her two friends and nodded gently.
"I successfully obtained the soul ring. My soul power has also reached level 43."
"Wow, that's too fast! I haven't even increased my soul power by one level yet!"
Hearing about the little cat's progress, Ning Rongrong showed an envious expression, making Ning Bei shake his head in response.
"You're envious now? You should be working harder on your cultivation!"
It seemed like Ning Rongrong could tell from Ning Bei's expression what he was thinking, and she playfully stuck out her tongue at him.
For the next period of time, Zhu Zhuqing and Nami deliberately reduced their training time.
They spent the extra time in the small woods, practicing a game of cat dodgeball.
Nami desperately cast water bubbles at the moving little cat, while Zhu Zhuqing dodged them.
Once their soul power had been sufficiently depleted, they headed to the training room Ning Bei had prepared to refine their soul power and improve their cultivation, which had Ning Bei's sun domain present.
After some time training, Nami's skill at releasing her soul skills improved significantly.
She even started to get the hang of releasing multiple water bubbles to trap the little cat's movements, and she could attack without the cat being able to escape.
Zhu Zhuqing, who had initially been handling it easily, started to become more cautious. Occasionally, she would even be caught by a few water bubbles, turning into a drenched cat!
This made her marvel at Nami's talent. It was truly impressive how she had become so proficient with her soul skill in such a short amount of time.
During this time, the whole team also organized one-on-one and multi-on-multi soul battles, continuously improving their combat and cooperation abilities.
Meanwhile, Blue Tyrant Academy was officially renamed Shrek Academy.
At the academy's back mountain, a young man with an ordinary appearance had just finished his training and stepped out, his face becoming even darker.
It was Tang Hao, the King of Tang, who had arrived in Tiandou City with the rest of the academy.
"Damn it, absorbing six soul rings and six useless soul bones has had too much of an impact on me. Every time I train, not only do I not gain soul power, but I risk losing a level!"
Tang San clenched his fists, feeling more hatred toward the people who had plotted against him. He didn't even know how long it would take to stabilize his current cultivation. What grudge did he have with them?
As Tang Hao sighed, he heard footsteps behind him. It was his teacher, Yu Xiaogang.
"It's still not working, right?"
Tang San turned around and saw his teacher. He nodded solemnly, his face filled with melancholy.
"Eh, don't worry too much about your soul power. You've traveled the distance of five to six years in just one day. This is the inevitable consequence. Just focus on practicing soul skills for now!"
"Yes, teacher!"
Seeing that his disciple had accepted his advice, Yu Xiaogang nodded in satisfaction. But seeing the hesitant expression on Tang San's face, he became slightly puzzled.
"Is there something you want to ask me? Just ask directly!"
Tang San looked at Yu Xiaogang and said, "This question has been bothering me for a long time, teacher. You said my father is the Haotian Douluo?"
Yu Xiaogang was slightly startled. He had almost forgotten about revealing Tang San's father's identity to Da Ming earlier, who had been unconscious for several months.
After thinking for a moment, Yu Xiaogang looked at Tang San seriously.
"Little San, there must be a reason why your father doesn't want you to know his true identity. You just need to know that you are the son of Haotian Douluo, Tang Hao!"
Hearing this evasive explanation, Tang San's face showed a hint of displeasure.
"But teacher, I really want to know more about my father. Why, even though he is a Title Douluo, did he hide with me in a small village? And there were people who... He didn't step in to stop them!"
Tang San voiced the frustration he had kept inside, lowering his head, his expression darkening.
Yu Xiaogang sighed softly. His disciple now had a mental block, and if he kept avoiding the issue, it would surely affect his cultivation and mindset.
"Tang Hao was a once-in-a-century genius of the Haotian Clan. He became the youngest Title Douluo in the continent at only 44 years old."
"Haotian Clan? Isn't that one of the top three sects?"
Hearing Tang San's question, Yu Xiaogang paused before continuing.
"Yes, the Haotian Clan, one of the top three sects."
"Since my father has such a strong background, why would he..."
Suddenly, something crossed Tang San's mind. He stopped mid-sentence. An enemy so powerful that even the Haotian Clan dared not intervene must be even more terrifying.
"It seems you've figured it out. I'm not too familiar with your father either. I only briefly met him after you came to the academy to ask me to be your teacher."
"I only know that after Tang Hao became a Title Douluo, he killed the former pope of the Spirit Hall. Shortly afterward, the Haotian Clan announced the sealing of their mountain, and your father disappeared. That was twelve years ago."
"Twelve years ago? That was when I was born?"
Tang San thought about it for a moment and concluded that his father must have been hiding from the pursuit of the Spirit Hall. His heart surged with anger.
"Spirit Hall, you have a death wish!"
Seeing that Tang San had figured out who his enemy was, Yu Xiaogang decided not to continue.
"Alright, now that you understand the situation, don't dwell on problems that you shouldn't worry about right now. Focus on your cultivation and reach the Title Douluo level, so you can help your father."
"Yes, teacher! But I have one more question."
"Oh? What's the question?"
Yu Xiaogang thought his disciple was about to ask more about Tang Hao's past. His face showed a slight embarrassment, as he didn't know much either.
But Tang San, who currently couldn't do anything to shake the Spirit Hall, didn't continue asking.
"Teacher, every time I finish my training, not only is there a risk of losing levels, but I also feel pain in my body. What could this be?"
"Hmm? Why didn't you tell me this sooner?"
Tang San scratched his head awkwardly. Could he say it was because he was in a bad mood before, thinking that his teacher didn't matter much?
Fortunately, Yu Xiaogang didn't dwell on it, sparing Tang Hao further embarrassment.
"Eh, the thing I'm most worried about has happened."
(END CHAPTER)
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