Yes, Ancestor, you're truly brilliant and godlike!"
Tang Hao smiled and pulled out a book."This is a hammer technique I created myself—the Chaotic Cloak Wind Hammer Method!"
"I don't need that!"
Zhang Fan shook his head."Do you have the Bomb Ring Secret Technique? Hand it over!"
"Huh?"
Tang Hao froze for a second, his expression turning serious.
"Could he be waking up?" Zhang Fan tensed up slightly.
"Ancestor, how could you say 'please'? You should be commanding, like: 'Give me the Bomb Ring Secret Technique now!' And your grandson will immediately comply!"
Tang Hao instantly took out the Bomb Ring Secret Technique and respectfully handed it to Zhang Fan.
"Ancestor, do you have any other orders?"
Tang Hao bowed deeply to Zhang Fan, extremely respectful, not daring to meet his gaze.
"Alright, you may leave now."
Zhang Fan stood with hands behind his back, speaking calmly as he turned away to appear mysterious.
"Yes!" Tang Hao flew off into the sky.
Meanwhile, Zhang Fan returned to the dormitory and flopped onto the bed, hugging something soft.
Lifting the blanket, he saw Xiao Wu curled up inside.
"You little rascal!" Zhang Fan scolded playfully.
"Hehe… Master, I can't fall asleep alone!"Xiao Wu blushed and hugged him.
"Alright, guess you got lucky!"
Zhang Fan grinned mischievously. This kind of pretentious act, plus sleeping with a beautiful girl—life was good.
Over the years, Xiao Wu's figure had developed quite nicely.
Holding her felt… delightfully squishy.
Her smooth skin…
It felt really nice.
And her body exuded a subtle vanilla scent, a fragrance she'd crafted herself. It smelled amazing.
After a while—
Tang Hao appeared in a hotel room. He checked the time and looked completely confused."How did I fall asleep? Wasn't I going to teach Zhao Wuji a lesson?"
He felt oddly tired and, upon checking the time, saw that it was 3 AM.
"Whoosh…" Still, he flew off to find Zhao Wuji.
After all, Zhao Wuji had been way too harsh with his son—someone had to teach him that not just anyone could lay a hand on Tang Hao's kid.
And he'd beaten Tang San so badly.
Soon, Zhao Wuji was smashed by Tang Hao's Haotian Hammer—howling in agony, face swollen and bruised.
Oddly enough, Tang Hao completely forgot about his original plan to discipline Zhang Fan.
Zhao Wuji was carried back to the dorms by Flender.
"Tang… San is Lord Tang Hao's son?"
Zhao Wuji asked in confusion."Doesn't feel like it."
"True, he doesn't seem like it. Tang San's martial spirits are the Blue Silver Chicken and the Haotian Dog—both mutated forms. Normally, yeah, you wouldn't think he's related. But Tang Hao's spirit is the Haotian Hammer, so there's that. Plus, Tang San is Yu Xiaogang's disciple."
Flender placed the beaten Zhao Wuji on the bed.
"Yu Xiaogang, the head of the Golden Iron Triangle, creator of the Top Ten Martial Spirit Competitiveness Rankings—the Grandmaster!"
Zhao Wuji was stunned."I heard his martial spirit is Luo Sanpao, a mutated Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon. Kinda looks like a pig, kinda like a dog. And Tang San's Haotian Hammer mutated into a Haotian Dog—looks like a dog, hits like a hammer? These two are definitely a fated pair!"
"Keep your voice down!"
Flender peeked out the dorm, saw no one was around, and sighed in relief."If that petty Lord Haotian heard you again, you'd be getting another beating."
"Then how am I supposed to train him?"Zhao Wuji asked helplessly."Zhang Fan's the real deal—a grassroots genius! Came from the same Saint Soul Village, yet he's miles ahead of Tang San and has no big backing!"
"You brat... Zhang Fan was a jackpot for us!"Flender chuckled."We can have him assist in training the students. He's only a teenager, already Level 38, a swordsmanship master—he'll be a huge help!"
"Mhm." Zhao Wuji nodded.
…
The next day—
Zhang Fan woke up and pulled out the hundred-thousand-year soul bone Tang Hao gave him. Sitting cross-legged, he activated the Nine Yang Divine Skill.
Soul power and true energy lifted the soul bone in front of him.
A radiant light flashed.
Soon, the soul bone transformed into golden runes and merged into his right leg.
"Buzz…" A surge of energy poured into his body.
It washed through his limbs and bones, causing his soul power to rise rapidly.
It began reshaping every cell in his body.
His soul power skyrocketed.
From Level 38 to Level 39… then up to Level 40.
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Power surged through his body.
He stopped at Level 40.
Of course, if he added a soul ring, he could probably boost two more levels.
The fluctuation of soul power startled Xiao Wu awake. She rubbed her sleepy eyes and gasped with delight:"Waa… Master, you… you reached Level 40?"
Xiao Wu leaped from the bed and hugged Zhang Fan's neck, wrapping her legs around his waist.
She pressed her entire body onto his back.
"Uhh…" Zhang Fan froze, feeling the weight on his back—and the contact.
Honestly, it felt kind of amazing.
"Ding! Plot Modification Mission Triggered."
[Tang San held a toothbrush in one hand and squeezed a drop of toothpaste onto it with the other.] You may modify two words.
Zhang Fan smirked wickedly. With a thought, he changed the words "toothpaste" to "wasabi."
"Ding! Plot successfully modified. Comedic effect triggered. Reward: 20 Modification Points."
Tang San, holding a toothbrush in one hand, squeezed a blob of wasabi onto it.
Then he shoved it into his mouth and began brushing.
After just a moment—
"Aaaaahhh!!"
The intense wasabi burn and nose-stinging sensation made him gag uncontrollably, spitting nonstop.
His spit and wasabi sprayed directly onto Dai Mubai, who was also brushing nearby.
"Ugh… what the hell, man?!" Dai Mubai was livid."Did you take a hammer to the back of your head yesterday or something?!"
Tang San was coughing, tongue out like a dog, drooling all over the place.
"Going rabid now?!"
"Aaaaahhh!!" Tang San scooped up a water basin and started pouring it into his mouth and spitting it out.
He repeated this several times—
Finally calming down.
But his face was flushed red.
Dai Mubai, equally furious, turned red as well.
His peaceful morning ruined by Tang San's idiocy.
"S-sorry, I don't know why the toothpaste suddenly turned so spicy and pungent!" Tang San stammered, seeing Dai Mubai roll up his sleeves.
"You think I'll believe that?!"Dai Mubai roared."You clearly got your ass beat so bad yesterday by Teacher Zhao, now you're just looking for someone to take it out on! But you picked the wrong guy—I'm no softie, I'm a tiger!"
"N-no! Here, try it! See if it's really spicy!" Tang San handed the toothbrush to Dai Mubai.
"Are you freaking disgusting?! Why would I taste your toothbrush?!"Dai Mubai glared, grabbed Tang San's toothpaste, and squeezed some onto his own brush.
He brushed for a second.
"You're dead. There's no spice in this!"
"Bang!" He hurled the toothpaste at Tang San.
Tang San squeezed some out and… realized there really wasn't any spice.
What the heck just happened then?!He stood frozen, utterly confused.
Then Dai Mubai's fist—like a sandbag—slammed right into Tang San's face.
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