"Dad," Tang Lan asked proactively, "I was gone for ten days, aren't you going to ask where I went?"
The joy on Tang Hao's face faded.
He remembered Ah Yin again.
"I trust you in what you do," Tang Hao said, "You don't need to tell me where you went."
This left Tang Lan a little taken aback.
His own son had gone off and played for ten days, then came back taller and more handsome.
And his father wasn't concerned at all?
That wasn't right.
Judging by how Tang Hao taught him the Clear Sky Sect's ultimate techniques.
Tang Lan and Tang San's "talent" had reignited his hope.
So, He must have known all along.
Thinking about it carefully,
He had faintly heard crying during his transformation.
At first, he thought it was the Blue Silver King elder, crying tears of joy.
Now it seemed,
Tang Hao had found him, and was weeping uncontrollably while thinking of his beloved Grass.
He couldn't tell them about Ah Yin, so he chose to avoid the topic? That made sense.
What six-year-old child could accept that they were "half-human, half-grass"?
"Then I won't tell you the details."
Tang Lan continued as if nothing had happened—
"During my Martial Soul's evolution, I accidentally comprehended a soul power circulation route."
"It seems to have healing abilities."
"Dad, you were coughing badly just now, do you want to practice it to cure your cough?"
Tang Hao listened, feeling like laughing.
He naturally knew about the soul power cultivation route.
The Clear Sky Sect also had its own "secret techniques."
However, like the Clear Sky Nine Absolutes, these were secrets that weren't passed down and could only be learned upon returning to the sect.
Tang Lan was a six-year-old child.
No matter how strong his talent was, what effect could his own comprehension have? "Let's forget it, Dad has this old problem again," Tang Hao refused.
"Oh, then let's talk about what I'll do for the next ten days," Tang Lan said. "After I awakened my Martial Soul, the Blue Silver Grass sensed..."
He had barely started when Tang Hao uncontrollably thought of Ah Yin's face.
He quickly raised his hand to stop him! "I suddenly feel like learning it wouldn't be bad."
Tang Lan grinned.
Still can't deal with you, can I?
Tang Hao found it quite amusing.
This kid... Does he seem to have guessed that I don't want to talk about this matter? He's too smart!
"Dad, don't resist me, just circulate it with me."
Tang Lan placed his hand on Tang Hao's back, slowly inputting the internal energy of the Nine Yang Divine Skill.
Feeling the ravaged meridians, his brow twitched! With meridians like a sieve, Tang Hao's ability to survive until now was a testament to his deep foundation!
At the same time, it was also because his soul bone slots were full, preventing him from absorbing the Blue Silver Emperor's right leg bone.
Otherwise, the second soul bone skill, "Wildfire cannot burn it out, it grows again with the spring wind," could have completely reshaped these meridians on its own.
As it was now... He could only use the internal energy of the Nine Yang Divine Skill to nourish them bit by bit.
The Nine Yang Divine Skill had a total of nine layers, with a different circulation route for each layer.
Tang Hao's soul power was already profound, so the most time-consuming part of meditation and cultivation was skipped.
And as a genius destined to inherit the Clear Sky Douluo title, his innate talent was also exceptional.
After the initial shock wore off, he entered the learning state.
He quickly comprehended the first layer, "Misty Purple Qi," and his soul power's quality was subsequently upgraded to the internal energy of the Nine Yang Divine Skill.
This process alone lasted for three days and three nights.
As expected of a Titled Douluo, this spirit energy is truly immense.
But reaching the second level, muscle and tendon washing, is the real challenge.
The Nine Yang Divine Skill's internal energy gradually reshapes the meridians, purging impurities from the body.
However, because the internal body is riddled with holes, the repair work is too immense.
A day passed, and the progress was less than one ten-thousandth.
Tang Lan simply gave up.
He'd let Tang Hao crawl through the progress himself, slowly.
He also taught the third level of the Nine Yang Divine Skill a few more times.
Once he was sure Tang Hao had mastered it, he withdrew his internal energy and opened his eyes.
"Sniff sniff—"
It was the smell of food.
An improvised shed had been erected in the yard at some point, and on the table nearby were some dishes.
It was likely prepared by Tang San.
Unfortunately,
Neither of them needed it.
Tang Lan, having awakened the Life Soul Blue Silver Emperor, could subsist on plant essence.
He could go eight days without eating or drinking, and it would be fine.
Tang Hao, even more so, being a Titled Douluo.
He had long since achieved abstinence from food.
"Hoo—"
Tang Hao let out a long breath, gazing at Tang Lan with complex eyes.
This "spirit energy route"... It was countless times more brilliant than the Clear Sky Sect's! The refined spirit energy was extremely pure, most suited for the Clear Sky Hammer, a power-type Martial Soul.
It also possessed self-healing effects and could wash muscles and tendons.
It improved the body's aptitude! It was hard to imagine,
That this was something a six-year-old child had comprehended on his own? But then he remembered, When Tang Lan awakened the Blue Silver Emperor, he had perceived the devotion of the Blue Silver Grass in heaven and earth, and the accumulated life force had caused his life level to leap forward.
During this process, he experienced the mysteries of nature's life, and with his monstrous talent, he created this soul power path.
It's not impossible? "Creak—"
The door opened, and Tang San came running over.
"Brother, Dad, you guys haven't woken up for eight days, you scared me to death!"
Tang Lan smiled, watching Tang San's performance.
After Tang Hao indicated that they were fine.
Tang San then "revealed" his true intentions.
"What were you guys doing these past eight days? Was it some secret technique?"
He asked what he already knew.
Tang San could tell from the way the technique was being taught, couldn't he?
Tang Hao glanced at Tang Lan, hesitating slightly.
After all, this soul power path was created by Tang Lan. "It's fine, Xiao Sanzi is my brother, why would I hide it?" Tang Lan said sarcastically, "There's no reason to guard against blood relatives. I'll teach Xiao Sanzi."
With that,
he raised his hand and injected the internal energy of the Nine Yang Divine Skill into Xiao Sanzi's meridians, causing it to surge violently and activate its supreme hardness and yang attributes! —He's just a child, isn't it normal for his control to be low?
Tang San felt as if magma was coursing through his meridians.
It was agonizing!
But he endured it, comprehending the profound circulation route.
It seemed to be even more profound than his own Mysterious Heaven Skill? Just as he was immersed in it,
Tang Lan withdrew his hand, stopping abruptly.
The uncomfortable Tang San scratched his ears and cheeks! "Brother, this isn't right," Tang San reminded him. "Why does it only feel like a small portion? What about the rest? Is it broken?"
Tang Lan's face was pale, as if he had overexerted himself.
Upon hearing Tang San's words, his legs staggered! It was as if his anger had overwhelmed him.
"I only created this much," Tang Lan said guiltily. "I'm sorry, Xiao Sanzi. I'll teach you again once I've perfected it. Cough, cough—"
Tang Hao felt heartbroken! Tang Lan was his hope for reviving Ah Yin, and his talent far surpassed Tang San's.
Helping his Titled Douluo cultivate was already pushing the limits—he didn't know that Tang Lan's Nine Yang Divine Skill was inexhaustible.
He forced himself to teach his younger brother, only to be accused of holding back? "Tang San!" Tang Hao roared. "Go back to your room and don't come out without my permission!"
Tang San's expression stiffened. It was simply because the Nine Yang Divine Skill was too profound, causing him to lose his composure for a moment.
If he had the complete version, it would definitely surpass the Mysterious Heaven Skill!
That's why he was so anxious.
But it was only this small segment of the cultivation technique. "I'm sorry, brother, I was just too eager. I'll go back to my room and reflect."
He turned and left.
As for reciprocating the favor by offering a "better" Mysterious Heaven Skill? He couldn't possibly do that.
That was his sect's greatest treasure! How could he rashly pass it on to others? Not even to his closest kin.
Tang Lan watched this with a mocking gaze.
The title of "Tang God King's Double Standards" was truly living up to its reputation.
Good,
Let him suffer a little.
Tang San returned to his room, only to discover with horror...