37: Chapter 37 Father and Son Scheming Against Each Other (Fifth Update)

With a clatter, the wine jar in Tang Hao's hand dropped straight to the ground, shattering into pieces, and wine splashed everywhere.

He stood up abruptly from his chair. Because the movement was too rushed, his wooden prosthetic arm nearly fell off his shoulder, yet he was completely oblivious, staring fixedly at the phantom of the hammer in Tang San's palm. In his cloudy eyes, an incredible ecstasy and overwhelming excitement instantly erupted, and his body couldn't help but tremble.

"twin spirits... it really is twin spirits! Innate Full Spirit Power! Good! Very good!"

"My son, my son."

He stumbled a few steps to reach Tang San, tears and snot streaming down his face, and with fatherly love brimming with emotion, he pulled Tang San into his embrace. The force of his arms was immense, squeezing Tang San until he could barely breathe.

The smell of fatherly love from under his armpits was almost enough to make one nauseous to the point of fainting.

This was the first time in the six years Tang San had grown up that he felt the so-called "fatherly love" from this nominal father.

But Tang San knew clearly in his heart that this sudden gentleness was likely never because of him, but because of this hammer.

Perhaps because he finally had hope for revenge.

"Ah Yin, do you see this? Our son has twin spirits! Innate Full Spirit Power! Our son has a bright future!"

Tang Hao muttered repeatedly, his voice trembling, and red bloodshot lines even appeared in his eyes, his left hand gripping tightly.

Tang San was held in his embrace, but his body was extremely stiff.

At this moment, all the speculations had become solidified facts.

He was truly Tang Hao's son, truly the child born of that Human Race traitor wanted by the entire continent and the hundred-thousand-year Blue Silver Emperor Spirit Beast.

He was the "human-beast hybrid," the "bastard" that everyone in the mouths of those people wanted to kill.

A massive panic and confusion swept over him instantly, but the intellect from having lived two lifetimes allowed him to forcefully suppress all his emotions.

He could not panic, and even less could he show any resistance or abnormality.

Once Tang Hao knew that he had recognized his identity, and was even filled with resistance toward this background, who knew what crazy things this paranoid and insane man would do?

He was currently too weak, without any ability to resist.

He thought coldly in his heart: It doesn't matter, pretend not to know anything first, pretend not to understand anything. So what if everyone wants to beat me? So what if I'm wanted by the entire continent? As long as he could Cultivate, could step by step become stronger, could Cultivate to the highest Realm of this World, and could nurture his own power base. By then, he would have enough say, no one would be able to toy with his life at will, and no one would be able to point at his nose and call him a bastard again. Now, the most important thing was to survive, and to hide himself well.

Tang Hao finally let him go, placing his hands on his shoulders and staring intently into his eyes, his tone carrying an unprecedented solemnity: "Little San, remember this for me. From today on, this hammer in your left hand must absolutely not be brought out in front of anyone, and you must absolutely not let anyone know that you have a second Spirit!"

Tang San feigned a look of ignorance and blinked: "Why, Daddy? Isn't this hammer Spirit very powerful? I feel it has much more power than the Blue Silver Grass."

"Powerful? It is powerful, but it can also cost you your life!" Tang Hao's voice suddenly became stern. "Remember, the Blue Silver Grass in your right hand is the path you are to take in the future. You must focus on Cultivating it and make it strong. And this hammer in your left hand is used to protect the grass in your right hand."

Tang San lowered his head, hiding the mockery in his eyes.

The hammer in the left hand, protecting the grass in the right hand?

Back then, how did you protect my mother while holding this hammer Spirit? In the end, didn't you still end up in this state, neither human nor ghost, and make me follow you hiding here and there in this small village?

But with his mouth, he still obediently replied: "I know, Daddy."

Tang Hao looked at his obedient appearance, nodded with satisfaction, and continued in a deep voice: "I am telling you to hide this hammer Spirit not just because of what happened six years ago. Think about it, what is the most famous hammer Spirit on the entire continent? It is the Clear Sky Hammer of the Clear Sky Sect, the head of the Upper Three Sects! You have Innate Full Spirit Power, and you awakened a top-tier hammer Spirit. Once revealed to outsiders, who wouldn't associate it with the Clear Sky Hammer? Who wouldn't suspect that you have a connection to the Clear Sky Sect, and to the Tang Hao who was hunted by the entire continent six years ago?"

His tone grew heavier and heavier, carrying a thick warning: "At that time, whether you are truly related to them or not, those who are jealous of the Clear Sky Sect, and the Spirit Hall that hates Tang Hao to the bone, will all treat you as a thorn in their side, hunting you to the ends of the earth, with no peace forever!"

Tang San felt a shiver in his heart, feigned fear by shrinking his neck, then looked up and asked with a puzzled face: "Then Daddy, why can't I hide the Blue Silver Grass Spirit and Cultivate this hammer Spirit first? It looks much more powerful than the Blue Silver Grass."

"No! Absolutely not!"

Tang Hao refused resolutely, his tone carrying an unquestionable hardness: "Did you treat what I just said as wind passing by? Moreover, any Sect views their own Legacy Spirit as more important than their lives. In the entire continent, only the direct Bloodline of their Sect can legitimately use their Sect's Legacy Spirit. A Sect's Legacy Spirit is the Sect's Foundation; it is absolutely not allowed to flow outside, beyond their control."

He paused, a trace of gloom flashing in his eyes: "Those Sect disciples who can't control their pants and accidentally leave behind a Bloodline outside, once they awaken a hammer Spirit similar to the Clear Sky Hammer, they must either obediently return to the Sect and have their life and death controlled by the Sect for a lifetime, or they will be quietly killed by the Sect's people, never letting the Legacy flow out even a little bit. You haven't even entered the gates of the Clear Sky Sect yet. Once people know you have such a hammer Spirit, you won't need to wait for people from other forces to act; the people from the Clear Sky Sect will come to take your life first!"

Tang San finally understood.

This World's regard for Bloodline Legacy far exceeded his imagination.

A Sect is less of a Sect and more of a massive Family.

Even if he swore to the heavens that this was not the Clear Sky Hammer, as long as this hammer was revealed, it would bring endless mortal danger.

He nodded heavily, retracted the phantom of the hammer in his hand, and said with a serious face: "Daddy, I have remembered! From now on, I will absolutely not bring out this hammer in front of anyone, I will only properly Cultivate the Blue Silver Grass Spirit. I will not tell anyone this secret!"

Tang Hao looked at his sensible appearance, finally revealing a rare smile on his face. He reached out to rub his head, then took out a crumpled money bag from his bosom and stuffed it into his hand.

This was the first time in six years that he had given Tang San anything.

"Good lad, you have a bright future. Take this money, buy whatever you want. When you go to Nuoding Academy, Daddy will go to send you off."

Tang San took the money bag, his fingertips touching the cold coins inside, but his heart had not a ripple of emotion.

He knew very clearly that all the kindness and gentleness Tang Hao showed him now were merely because he was Tang Hao's only hope for revenge.

And he, was merely borrowing this "fatherly love," borrowing Tang Hao's request, to logically hide himself and accumulate strength step by step.

The smell of alcohol in the blacksmith shop remained strong, and the setting sun shone in through the broken door, stretching the shadows of the father and son very long.

One was filled with the obsession of revenge, the other hid the intellect and calculations of two lifetimes.