Deep in a remote forest, Tang San, who had just completed his second awakening of his martial soul, stared in astonishment at his reflection on the surface of the stream.
His short black hair had been transformed into a beautiful head of dark blue medium-length hair, and his handsome and resolute face was chiseled, a stark contrast to his former image.
Thanks to the second awakening of his martial soul, Tang San's martial soul changed from Blue Silver Grass to Blue Silver Emperor.
Looking at his transformed blue-gold martial soul, Tang San fell silent.
He remembered the words he had uttered during his confrontation with Qian Yuelong, the Holy Maiden of the Spirit Hall, two years ago.
It turns out his martial soul... wasn't just ordinary Blue Silver Grass, but the Blue Silver Emperor martial soul... even before it was awakened, it wasn't just ordinary Blue Silver Grass...
Tang San slowly closed his palm, and the Blue Silver Emperor, which was overflowing with blue-gold light, shrank into nothingness.
When he looked up again, the wavering in Tang San's eyes had disappeared, replaced by coldness and determination.
No one is perfect. All theories are summarized through continuous attempts and practice. It is normal for a teacher's theories to be not entirely correct. This is not a reason for the Spirit Hall to suppress the teacher, bully their companions, or even try to kill Xiao Wu!
He also has the grudge of his father being severely injured by the Title Douluo of the Spirit Hall two years ago. He will never accept the Spirit Hall!
"Your eyes and appearance look more like your mother's..."
A hoarse, melancholy voice reached my ears.
Tang San glanced sideways at his father, Tang Hao, whose hair and beard had turned white and whose face looked even older than before. His fists clenched, and heartache welled in his eyes. "Dad..."
Originally, after reaching the Title Douluo realm, a Soul Master's appearance would be fixed at the most carefree age and would not easily age. However, Tang Hao's right arm was completely severed by Qian Yuelong two years ago, who forcibly cut off and stripped away the inherited Soul Bone that had become one with Tang Hao.
Tang Hao's cultivation level plummeted by an entire realm, from level 96 to level 83. Not only did it damage his internal organs, but his soul also suffered a severe backlash.
What pained Tang San even more was that Tang Hao, who had lost a soul bone while still alive, would never be able to break through to the Title Douluo realm again in this life, unless he found another soul bone that was completely compatible with Tang Hao and combined it with rare and precious materials to restore him.
In the past two years, while Tang San diligently practiced the Clear Sky Hammer Technique under the waterfall, he also used local materials to refine some meal replacement pills to help Tang Hao alleviate his injuries.
Two years later, Tang Hao's internal injuries had mostly healed, but the trauma to his soul still lingered, preventing him from easily using his seventh soul skill, the True Form of the Weapon Soul.
Tang Hao patted Tang San's shoulder with a virtual right arm created from his soul power: "Why are you looking so long-faced? Pack your things, you're going to your destination now."
Tang San pursed his lips, nodded silently, and went to pack his things.
The father and son set off again, speaking as little as ever.
After losing his wife, A Yin, Tang Hao seemed to lose all his vitality, and even when facing the child he had with his beloved wife, he showed little warmth.
After enduring wind and rain for half a month, the father and son arrived at a small town.
Having spent two years in the forest and almost completely cut off from social interaction, Tang San felt a sense of loss upon seeing the bustling town.
Unlike the warmth that rose in Tang San's heart, Tang Hao, wearing a gray-black cloak, frowned deeply as he sized up the townspeople walking by in pairs or alone.
They were all lively and cheerful, without a trace of sharpness or incongruity. Occasionally, residents would walk by with light steps and orderly breathing, their smiles genuine and kind, like simple townspeople who had never experienced the dangers of the city, which made him very puzzled.
When did the townspeople stationed at the entrance to the Killing City become so friendly and naive?
Suppressing his doubts, Tang Hao led Tang San into the small town.
The buildings and paths were vastly different from what they remembered, and it took Tang Hao and Tang San a lot of twists and turns before they finally arrived at a tavern.
Tang Hao looked around at the tavern, which was somewhat different from what he remembered, and breathed a slight sigh of relief.
Thankfully, the entrance should still be here.
Tang San, completely bewildered, entered the tavern.
The warm yellow lighting and the exquisite and elegant decor seemed out of place for their weary travel-worn appearance.
The chaotic scene that Tang Hao had imagined did not occur.
The patrons in the tavern sat politely in their seats, chatting and laughing with their companions sitting opposite or next to them, sharing interesting anecdotes or everyday gossip.
None of them carried the sharp, murderous aura or bloody smell of blood.
Tang Hao fell silent.
Tang San looked at Tang Hao, who had stopped in his tracks, with some confusion, and called out Tang Hao's name softly, "Dad?"
Tang Hao looked around the lobby and found a table in a corner to sit down.
A young man with a professional smile walked over with a menu and asked enthusiastically, "What would you two like to drink?"
"...two Bloody Marys."
Tang Hao spoke in a low voice.
The young man, who had just been hired as a waiter at the hotel last month, looked down at the menu and said apologetically, "I'm sorry, sir, we don't have that drink here. Would you like to order something else? I have the menu here, you can take a look."
Tang Hao: "......"
His brows, hidden in the shadow of his cloak, were furrowed. Under the young man's bewildered and uneasy gaze, he stood up without a word and walked straight toward the door.
This arrogant and rude attitude made the young man scratch his head, thinking to himself, "What a strange customer," but he didn't chase after him to continue his sales pitch.
Although he wasn't a cultivator, he still had intuition.
The cold aura emanating from the customer who ordered the food was no mere decoration.
To be honest, he was apprehensive when he came to ask him.
The store manager, who had just finished compiling the inventory list from the back office, only had time to see the two figures leaving through the door, and the young man standing there dumbfounded.
He looked at the young man with suspicion and asked him what had happened. The young man then told him everything.
When the young man mentioned that the two customers who had just left had ordered "Bloody Marys," he continued his rambling explanation without noticing a subtle change in the middle-aged manager's kind and friendly face.
After calming his staff down, the middle-aged store manager lowered his eyes, his gaze deep and unfathomable.
Another person heading to the killing capital.
Tang Hao and Tang San, who were walking in a hurry, brushed past two women who were chatting and smiling as they walked home with vegetable baskets slung over their arms.
"Your grandson started school this year, right?"
It sounds like a normal, everyday greeting.
Tang San strode off to catch up with his father.
Another woman, whose temples were already gray, nodded with a smile:
"Yes, yes, thanks to the new rules issued by the Holy Maiden, my good-for-nothing son has the opportunity to become a cultivator. I never thought that even though he awakened a useless martial spirit, he still has another path of cultivation to take. He has sent a lot of subsidies back home in the past two years! He has also arranged new accommodations for us knights' families who were displaced during the war."
"The Spirit Hall, how wonderful."
The woman was genuinely grateful.
Her gratitude was reflected in one of the contribution values on the faith value details panel monitored daily by 886.
Unconvinced, Tang Hao, after leaving the town, took Tang San to another stronghold location from his memories.
Three months later, after visiting all the other strongholds they remembered, Tang Hao and Tang San were finally kicked out of the shop by the shopkeeper with a cold face. Listening to the shopkeeper's long-winded scolding, they looked rather miserable.
Tang San didn't dare to argue with the shopkeeper because his father had intimidated the shopkeeper first, and the shopkeeper was just an ordinary person with no cultivation.
They are in the wrong in this matter.
Tang San pulled Tang Hao, who was muttering "impossible," away from the restaurant.
On the other side, inside the majestic Papal Palace, all the summoned cardinals and elders looked up at the Pope, who sat on the main throne with a profound and imposing presence.
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