Chapter 160: 178. Tang San Misses the Opportunity
After Wang Sheng's reminder, our little Ah San finally realized belatedly.
Proposing to share a bed with Xiao Wu—how improper was that coming from him? Tang San immediately felt numb all over.
He repeatedly bowed his head to Xiao Wu in apology and generously handed the bedding to her, saying, "Xiao Wu, you cover yourself with the bedding."
Xiao Wu hugged Tang San's bedding and asked, "Ah San gege, if you give the bedding to Xiao Wu, won't you have a problem without any to cover yourself?"
"No, it's fine, Xiao Wu. Ah San gege is a man; he can handle it, no problem." Tang San patted his chest and said.
"That's great, Ah San gege; you're really a good person." Xiao Wu said gratefully.
Hearing Xiao Wu's praise, our little Ah San immediately felt that his efforts hadn't been in vain. He didn't notice at all that Xiao Wu's gaze toward him now carried a hint of looking at prey.
Although Tang San's words were bold, when he lay alone on the bed that night, he shivered from the cold.
He couldn't help but miss the days in the previous life when he shared a bed with Xiao Wu.
Damn it, why is this life different from the previous one?
Tang San recalled that in the previous life, it was Xiao Wu who proposed sharing the bed. Xiao Wu was a girl; if she proposed it, others wouldn't think much of it. But if he proposed it, that was different.
But why didn't Xiao Wu propose sharing the bed this time? Why did this change occur?
Tang San's mind flashed to that flat-headed figure. Yu Xiaogang, you took me as disciple, fine, but why did you talk so much nonsense? Because of you, I can't sleep with Xiao Wu now.
Time passed quickly, and before he knew it, night had fallen. Suddenly, someone came to Dormitory Seven and said to Tang San, "Tang San, the master wants you to go to him."
Tang San then remembered that the master had told him to come find him at night. Because of Xiao Wu, he had smoothly forgotten about it. Thinking that he still needed the master as a protective umbrella, Tang San reluctantly went.
Yu Xiaogang noticed that Tang San was somewhat disrespectful to him now, so he worried that Tang San might have been influenced by the school's rumors, leading to some misunderstanding about him. Thus, he planned to call Tang San to his study that night to bond over their master-disciple relationship.
But it was already so late, and Tang San still hadn't come to find him. Damn it, Tang San, you're being disrespectful to me. You're just the child of a mud-legged peasant; how dare you look down on me? I'm a noble.
Helplessly, Yu Xiaogang could only instruct a gatekeeper to call Tang San, while he himself sat in the study fuming.
After a while, there was a knock on the door. Yu Xiaogang opened it and let Tang San in.
"You're late." Yu Xiaogang said in a hoarse voice.
"Sorry, I forgot." Tang San said straightforwardly.
"Is this your attitude toward your master?" Yu Xiaogang said angrily.
Tang San remained silent. He knew that compared to how much he needed Yu Xiaogang, Yu Xiaogang needed him even more. So there was no need to give him any good face; just keep him constantly feeling a sense of crisis.
After all, he was one of Gang Zi's only two chances in this life to turn things around (in Tang San's eyes, the other opportunity: Dong'er, I don't want to work hard anymore).
Yu Xiaogang had no choice but to pretend he didn't see Tang San's cold attitude toward him. Hands behind his back, he said, "Little three, show your second martial soul to your master."
Regarding his second martial soul, Tang San had no intention of hiding it. He knew that the greater value he displayed, the more this waste Gang Zi would open his heart to him, maximizing the protective umbrella's value. (Gang Zi was a self-centered person, extremely obsessed with washing away his shame, shedding the waste name, and becoming famous. He would seize every opportunity to clear his waste name, even losing rationality and disregarding changes in the surrounding environment.)
Tang San spread his right hand, and amid a dark glow, a small hammer appeared in his hand.
"This is..." Gang Zi's pupils suddenly trembled. His body forced itself to stay calm, but his soul was already excitedly shuddering all over, his mouth skewing, eyes slanting, and drool flowing.
Haotian Hammer—it was the world's number one tool martial soul, the Haotian Hammer! And it was a twin martial soul, an innate full soul power Haotian Hammer soul master.
Hahaha, heaven treats me, Yu Xiaogang, well—actually sending such an excellent disciple to me. I must cultivate him into a peerless powerhouse, then have him help me spread my teachings and cultivate, break through the level 29 limit, wash away my waste name in this life, and let the entire Douluo Continent know my great name, Yu Xiaogang.
Then, Yu Xiaogang began to probe into Tang San's identity. Disciples of ordinary sects shouldn't be wandering outside unless they were illegitimate children. Regarding Tang San's identity, Yu Xiaogang thought of a possibility, so he asked:
"What's your father's name?"
Tang San answered truthfully: "His name is Tang Hao; he's a blacksmith in Holy Soul Village."
"Tang Hao, so that's how it is." Yu Xiaogang suddenly realized. It was his idol's son! He looked at Tang San with increasingly favorable eyes. He had originally thought he was the son of a lowborn commoner, and Yu Xiaogang had some reservations inwardly. The son of a mud-legged peasant is a mud-legged one; even if he became a soul master, he'd be a low-class one. Taking someone of such lowly status as his disciple would really damage his image, but for Yu Xiaogang, who craved a comeback, it was unavoidable.
Unexpectedly, Tang San's background was so great—it was the descendant of the Haotian Sect! His status was so noble, no less than his own.
That made sense; what qualification did a mud-legged peasant have to produce a genius like Tang San? So it was his idol's son.
However, Tang Hao's identity was sensitive. Both the Haotian Sect and Spirit Hall were hunting Tang Hao. If word got out about such a precious lump, Spirit Hall and the Haotian Sect would definitely send people to chase and kill.
If Tang San died, he would have no hope left at all.
Thus, Yu Xiaogang hurriedly had Tang San retract the Haotian Hammer martial soul and sternly warned: "Little three, from now on, you only cultivate blue silver grass. Don't expose this hammer martial soul in front of others, understand?"
"I understand, teacher." Tang San retracted the Haotian Hammer. Having experienced life once more, Tang San naturally knew who his enemies were in this life.
Yu Xiaogang looked at Tang San with satisfaction. He had twin martial souls, one being the top-tier Haotian Hammer, and possessed the noble bloodline of the Haotian Sect. As for the waste soul blue silver grass, it wasn't without use. When Tang San became a peerless powerhouse in the future, he could proudly tell everyone that he, Gang Zi, had successfully cultivated a waste martial soul into a peerless powerhouse. There are no waste martial souls, only waste soul masters. This Tang San was simply the most ideal disciple heaven sent him.
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