Chapter 10: Manifestation Failure?
"Not only that, when your body can absorb a higher limit, adding Soul Rings to your hammer Martial Soul will only make you stronger." Yu Xiaogang's eyes filled with a touch of pride.
The advantage of twin spirits lies exactly in this; while others are stuck with the conventional yellow, purple, black, and red configuration, the other Martial Soul of a twin Martial Soul user could be entirely black and red.
In terms of combat power, they are simply not on the same level as ordinary Soul Masters. Thinking of this, a figure that once haunted his dreams surfaced in Yu Xiaogang's mind.
"Does my Martial Soul have a name?"
"Clear..." Yu Xiaogang instinctively started to answer, but a sudden chill ran down his spine. He immediately swallowed his words, his gaze imperceptibly flickering toward the window before he continued with a straight face,
"Don't be overly ambitious. Many Tool Spirits only gain names after their wielders become famous. You have a long future ahead of you; your Martial Soul's name lies in that future."
"The future?" Tang San was stunned for a moment, his eyes filled with longing and expectation.
Outside the window, Tang Hao, who had observed everything, nodded silently. It was fine for him to know a little now. At least he wouldn't lose his composure when he learned of his father's Title in the future.
Seven days passed in the blink of an eye.
The previous storybook novel was like a small ripple—rising and then falling, leaving a deep impression only in the hearts of a few.
No one was punished, and no one came to investigate.
Everything returned to being mundane...
On this day, Mo Bai watched as Tang San came to ask him about the purple pole grass again. If there was news here, it would mean that purple pole grass still existed within the Spirit Hunting Forest.
Tang San seemingly didn't want to give up on the herb that could improve his Purple Demon Eye. This wasn't the first time, and it certainly wouldn't be the last. After failing to get the news he wanted,
Tang San showed a look of disappointment, offered a greeting, and prepared to leave.
"Little San, I heard Xiao Wu say your father is also named Tang Hao."
Mo Bai suddenly called out to Tang San with a playful smile, the meaning in his eyes self-evident.
Tang San gave a helpless, bitter smile. He didn't even need to hear the rest to guess what was coming. Ever since Xiao Wu found out his father was also named Tang Hao, she had been constantly comparing the Clear Sky Douluo from the storybook to his father.
But how was that possible? If his father were a Titled Douluo, based on the principles of Martial Soul Bloodline inheritance, how could he have had no Soul Power at all?
Even the Teacher's Martial Soul, which had mutated in a negative direction, possessed Soul Power. From that point alone, it didn't make sense.
He was also very clear that his so-called Innate Full Spirit Power was actually achieved through his own bit-by-bit cultivation; it wasn't a natural Innate Full Spirit Power.
However, he would never reveal this secret.
Mo Bai saw that Tang San understood his point and teased him further, "What if it's actually true?"
"Sigh, Brother Mo Bai—" Tang San let out a long sigh.
He couldn't speak the reason.
Seeing this, Mo Bai's interest was piqued. He activated Delusion, staring straight at Tang San as his voice turned profound and mysterious, "Little San, do you really think your father is just an ordinary person?"
"An ordinary person?" Tang San thought about it seriously. For six years, his father had done nothing but drink and ignore him, acting like a normal blacksmith. He was no different from any ordinary person.
Yet, during the time his Martial Soul awakened, the smithing techniques his father displayed were different from the ordinary people in his memory. This had been proven at the Nuoding City smithy by the shock of other blacksmiths.
His World-renowned forging methods at least suggested that his father's identity might not be simple, but it definitely couldn't be compared to the legendary Clear Sky Douluo.
After all, how could someone like that be a Titled Douluo? The image of his dejected father, unchanged for six years, flashed through Tang San's mind before he answered hesitantly,
"He should be an ordinary person, right?"
The techniques were a secret, so he could only answer this way.
[Ding! Tang San has fully believed your lie—that Tang Hao is an ordinary person. Trust level 0%, Manifestation level 100%, Manifestation failed!]
Even that didn't work. It seems Tang Hao has shown a side beyond the ordinary to Tang San. In the future, I can't use the term 'normal person' to ask; I have to change the approach.
Mo Bai thought to himself, then seeing Tang San didn't want to say more, he didn't try to keep him. "Alright, if there's news about the purple pole grass, I'll let you know."
"Thanks, Brother Mo Bai. See you later."
Tang San thanked him happily and turned to leave.
Mo Bai stared at Tang San's retreating back. There was no end to lies, but at least he knew that Tang San seemed to believe his father had no Soul Power. That was good news!
As for the rest... Mo Bai wasn't in a hurry. If news of Tang Hao came out too frequently in one period, it would only invite suspicion. The next stage should be at least a month later.
Furthermore, the source shouldn't be Nuoding City, but rather news coming from outside Nuoding City.
As for the news, it would naturally be—the last place the Clear Sky Douluo's tracks vanished was in Fasinuo Province.
This was a semi-hidden fact. The great battle of that year took place in the region between the Star Dou Great Forest and Fasinuo Province, but compared to the records of Tang Hao himself, relatively few people knew this.
It was likely known only to those serving in Spirit Hall, the informants of various factions, and those who happened to see the traces of the battle.
But as long as it involved 'ordinary people'...
Then there was room for Mo Bai to manipulate things!
However, unlike Nuoding City, creating a small stir outside would cost much more. He would also need to have some merchant guilds 'accidentally' bring the news into Nuoding City.
The money required would be another significant sum.
"Looks like I need to keep farming money from Xiao Wu."
Mo Bai pondered. Their quiz game had already evolved to 5–100 gold coins per question. Every day, Xiao Wu's concept of wealthy people was being refreshed.
She had become his fixed farming spot. In less than ten days, his assets had doubled again.
This aspect was going very well.
Unfortunately, regarding Soul Rings and Soul Power Ranks, the thinking of his 'three leeks'—including Xiao Wu—was still too rigid, even though he always occupied the peak of their imagination.
No need to Cultivate, completely free and easy.
But as long as they didn't break through common sense and refresh their worldview, it would be difficult for him to gain improvements that transcended common sense. After all, changing common sense was countless times harder than changing one's sexual orientation.
Mo Bai's gaze couldn't help but fall on Yu Xiaogang, who was waiting nearby to take Tang San to the room for study. Their eyes met across the distance, a ghostly pink light flashing through Mo Bai's eyes.
Daily suggestion. Yet after several days, Yu Xiaogang still showed no obvious change.
It was taking effect slower than he had imagined.
If even a waste like Yu Xiaogang was like this, then those who followed...
"Forget it. Shadow One, go find a suitable Merchant Caravan. Hmm! No, instead of looking for one, it's better to create one out of thin air. Since I have this ability, it'll be even more covert."
If he remembered correctly, when Yu Xiaogang investigated his origins, he had used a Spirit Hall token. This meant that at least in Yu Xiaogang's heart, he was someone with a Family, a background, and a faction.
As long as that thought existed, that was good!
"A faction? How should I fabricate it..."