Douluo: Protect Our Soul Hall

Tang San lowered his head and quickly apologized to Tang Hao:

"I'm sorry, father, I forgot. I'm going to make breakfast right now."

"Well, go ahead."

Tang Hao nodded displeasedly, and at the same time urged in a muffled voice, "Move quickly!"

"Yes, father!"

Regarding Tang Hao's displeasure and urging, Tang San didn't take it to heart. Instead, he felt extremely happy and said to himself, "It's great. My father finally asked me to do something again. I must complete what my father asked me to do well."

This scene, in Tang San's eyes, was like a picture of a loving father and a filial son.

However, in the eyes of outsiders, it is undoubtedly a family tragedy in which an unscrupulous father maliciously squeezed and abused his young son.

"Wait!"

Old Jack couldn't stand it anymore and scolded him.

Then he immediately walked forward, holding Tang San's dark arm with one hand, pointing at Tang Hao with the other, blowing his beard and glaring:

"Tang Hao, have you ever treated your children this way?"

"You have your own hands and feet, but you can't cook?"

"How dare you let a little mistress, a child, serve you?"

"He's only six years old, why are you so shameless?!"

"..."

Listening to Old Jack pointing at himself, he rubbed his nose and face, and his sloppy and dark face became even darker, like the bottom of a pot.

Haha, you said he was only six years old? Fart, that is an old monster!... Tang Hao complained in his heart.

Then he scowled, snorted coldly, and replied to Old Jack unceremoniously:

"Huh--! The mistress is my son, not your son. How I treat the mistress is the business of us, father and son, and none of your business! What a waste of time to worry about."

Tang San was about to enter the house to follow his father's instructions and make breakfast.

But suddenly Old Jack grabbed his arm.

A faint light flashed in Tang San's eyes.

Subconsciously, you have to use grappling techniques to control the crane and capture the dragon.

At the same time, he activated the Xuan Tian Gong, used his Xuan Jade hand, took out three iron nails from his sleeves, and clamped them between his fingers.

These three iron nails are Tang Sect's hidden weapons secretly made by Tang San himself. They are hand-thrown and are called Penetrating Bone Nails.

There is also a circle of dark poison smeared on the tip of the penetrating bone nail.

The dark poison is a poison that Tang San spent five years in the mountain forest near the Holy Soul Village, collecting more than a dozen kinds of poisonous flowers and plants, and following the Tang Sect's poison-making techniques, he extracted the toxins and mixed them to make them.

The production conditions were limited, and the dark poison was not very toxic in Tang San's eyes.

But for ordinary people, it is also a highly poisonous thing.

If an ordinary person is poisoned by this poison, if they do not receive timely treatment, the poison will take effect within a short time, and the whole body will fester and die.

But soon, Tang San realized that it was Old Jack who was holding him back, and his father was still here.

Tang San quickly put away his ability to control cranes and capture dragons, and put the bone-penetrating nails back into his sleeves.

His movements were extremely fast and smooth, and the whole process took less than two seconds.

Tang San's expression remained unchanged throughout the whole process, and Old Jack couldn't notice anything strange about him at all, and he continued to accuse Tang Hao endlessly.

I heard old Jack scolding his father inexplicably.

Tang San's face couldn't help but darken, he thought: How dare you insult my father, are you looking for death? According to the general outline of Xuantian Baolu, you have a way to die! If father hadn't been here, you would have been a corpse at this moment.

Got it!

Tang San's every move fell exactly into Tang Hao's eyes.

Tang Hao felt a little surprised and a little relieved at the same time.

It's not bad to get angry when someone insults your father and want to defend him.

Therefore, Tang Hao did not stop Tang San immediately, nor did he remind Old Jack.

He glanced at Tang San's hand huddled in the coarse cloth sleeve without leaving any trace.

Deep in his eyes, there was an inexplicable meaning that was hard to detect.

Tang Hao knew very well that Tang San's hand had become as white as jade at this moment.

From there, Tang Hao could clearly sense that there was a hint of danger hidden in it, a danger as sinister as a poisonous snake.

Of course, it is dangerous for ordinary people like Old Jack.

For a titled Douluo like Tang Hao, he is no longer a threat, and is not even qualified to tickle him.

Tang Hao didn't take it to heart very much, and even made a comfortable comment in his heart:

"The methods are decisive and ruthless, which is good and has my style."

"However, it's a bit too sinister. Those gadgets in Xiaosan's hands are, after all, heresy. Little do they know that being strong and domineering is the right path. This is the purpose of the Haotian Sect, and there is nothing wrong with it..."

However, this old man, Old Jack, is still the mayor of Holy Soul Village after all, so he cannot afford to make any mistakes.

It would be bad if Xiaosan hurt Old Jack in an impulse.

By then, the father and his son would most likely be expelled from the Holy Soul Village, and might even attract the minions of the Wuhun Palace.

If the whereabouts are leaked, Wuhun Palace will definitely not let us father and son go, and will definitely send people to hunt down...

So Tang Hao waved his hand to Old Jack impatiently and said with some displeasure:

"Okay, old Jack, didn't you come to see the mistress for something? If you fart, hurry up and get out of here. Don't get in the way here."

"Well--"

Old Jack choked at Tang Hao's words and was stunned for a moment. Finally he remembered the purpose of his coming here, "Ah, yes, yes, business is important."

Not caring about continuing to accuse Tang Hao, he quickly turned around, looked at Tang San with a warm expression, and asked:

"Mistress, are you six years old this year?"

Seeing Old Jack looking at him, the gloominess in Tang San's eyes instantly returned to its original state.

He didn't know what Old Jack was asking about his age, so he naturally acted like a six-year-old child and nodded innocently:

"Yes, Xiaosan has just turned six. Grandpa Jack, what are you doing?"

Hearing Tang San politely call him grandpa, Old Jack felt relieved in his heart. He pressed Tang Hao's head, feeling very good, and said with a cheerful smile:

"This year's Wuhun Awakening Ceremony is about to begin, and it's time for you, Xiaosan, to participate."

After saying that, Old Jack turned to look at Tang Hao, who was sloppy and drunk. His face changed instantly and he smiled:

"Tang Hao, what did you say?"

Tang Hao was listening to the conversation between the two and couldn't help but raise his thick eyebrows.

He glanced at Tang San, his eyes filled with inexplicable meaning, and said calmly:

"Then let's participate. When will the awakening ceremony begin?"

After Tang Hao finished speaking, he took off the wine gourd from his waist, drank a few sips of the boss's inferior ale, and breathed out a decadent breath of alcohol.

Old Jack looked at Tang Hao's appearance, his brows furrowed tightly, and the wrinkles on his face became deeper. His eyes were full of disappointment, and he thought that Tang Hao was hopeless, and there was no hope at all.

So he said calmly:

"The Wuhun Awakening Ceremony will be held in the village's Wuhun Hall branch in three days. I will come in person and take Xiaosan there."

"up to you."

Tang Hao sighed and nodded casually, not wanting to pay attention to the old man anymore.

When he heard the two talking about the martial soul awakening ceremony, Tang San's eyes immediately lit up.

He once heard people in the village mention that everyone in Douluo Continent has their own martial soul. As long as they are over six years old, they can participate in the martial soul awakening ceremony. If they awaken their martial soul, they will have the opportunity to become a soul master.

However, the villagers don't seem to know much about the soul master. It's a bit unclear, and he doesn't have much information.

Reminiscent of the fact that my Xuantian Kung has never been able to break through the bottleneck, maybe the soul master... will be the way for me to break through the bottleneck?

Such an opportunity must be seized and not easily let go.

With his thoughts flowing, Tang San hurriedly put aside Old Jack's hand and hurriedly walked to Old Jack. He completely forgot that he thought Old Jack had a way to die just now, and looked up at Old Jack with a curious look on his face.

Jack asked:

"Grandpa Jack, can I also participate in the awakening ceremony?"

Old Jack chuckled and nodded affirmatively:

"Of course I can."

Seeing the curious expression on Tang San's face, Old Jack was greatly satisfied, stroked his gray beard, and continued:

"Xiao San, in Douluo Continent, all of us civilians can participate in the martial soul awakening ceremony, and it's free of charge."

"The Wuhun Awakening Ceremony takes place once a year. You just need to register and apply to the Wuhun Hall in advance so as not to miss the time."

"At that time, Wuhun Palace will send inspection deacons to various towns and villages to awaken Wuhun for children over six years old."

"Our Holy Soul Village is under the jurisdiction of Notting City. When the time comes, a deacon at the level of a great soul master from the Notting City's Martial Soul Branch will come in person to help the children in our village awaken their Martial Souls."

"So, mistress, you must not miss it."

"Be prepared and keep your body in top condition. I will come to pick you up in three days."

"..."

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