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Chapter 4 Differential Treatment? Chaotic Cloak Hammer Technique!
[P.S.: The author intends for Tang Hao to be a tool, similar to a protector, who will gradually be marginalized later. Please be kind in your comments.]
Inside the waterfall chamber, a torrent of life energy surged into Tang Ren's body like a galaxy pouring back.
The 100,000-year-old Blue Silver Emperor right leg bone seemed to have found its most suitable home, and the absorption process was smoother than expected.
There was no excruciating pain, only a warm and fulfilling bond of blood ties.
Tang Ren felt as if his right leg had become the source of life, drawing endless vitality from it with every heartbeat, nourishing his entire body.
As the last wisp of golden-blue light receded, Tang Ren slowly opened his eyes, and a divine light flashed and disappeared.
He could clearly feel that his physical condition had undergone tremendous changes. Although his soul power had not increased significantly, it had become more solid, resilient, and full of vitality.
After successfully absorbing the soul bone, Tang Ren obtained specific information about its two skills, just like in the original story.
One is flight, the other is wildfire that cannot be extinguished, but springs back to life with the spring breeze.
"Very good." Tang Hao's voice was filled with barely suppressed satisfaction. He stood up, his tall figure blocking the sunlight from the cave entrance.
"We shouldn't stay here any longer; we should head back."
"Father, wait a moment." Tang Ren stood up, his gaze falling on the Blue Silver Grass that quietly exuded an aura of loving kindness.
"Mom is safe here, but she doesn't see the sun all day, which isn't good for her recovery. How about... we move her to that flower field outside? There's plenty of sunshine there, and the air is fresher."
Tang Hao's body jolted. He turned to look at Tang Ren, a complex emotion flashing in his eyes—surprise, relief, and above all, gratitude.
He protected Ah Yin for six years, but he only thought about how to hide her well, and never thought about what was best for her.
But his own son immediately thought of this.
"Okay...you're right."
Tang Hao's voice was choked with emotion. He carefully lifted Ah Yin along with the surrounding soil, his movements as gentle as if he were holding the whole world.
The father and son walked out of the waterfall and came to the valley where flowers bloomed in abundance.
Tang Hao personally chose a sunny spot for A Yin, surrounded by flowers, and settled her in.
A gentle breeze rustled through the sea of flowers, and the leaves of the silver pine tree unfurled softly, as if joyfully breathing in the air of freedom.
After a silent farewell to their mother, the two returned to the familiar blacksmith shop.
"Clang! Clang! Clang!"
The ear-piercing sound of hammering continued.
Tang San was shirtless, his hair soaked with sweat. He mechanically swung the iron hammer, each strike seemingly using all his strength.
He didn't turn around, but the taut muscles in his back betrayed his inner turmoil.
Tang Hao didn't even glance at him, but instead pulled out a yellowed animal-skin manual from a tattered box and tossed it to Tang Ren.
"This is our Haotian Sect's unique technique, and also the foundation of hammer techniques—the Chaotic Cloak Hammer Technique." Tang Hao's voice returned to its usual hoarseness and indifference.
"Take a look at it yourself first, and memorize the techniques and moves. I'll teach you personally tomorrow morning."
After saying that, he seemed to have exhausted all his energy, so he went back to the corner, pulled the tattered quilt over his head and fell asleep, snoring soon following him.
Tang Ren held the heavy manual, his heart filled with mixed emotions.
He knew that Tang San had mastered this manual through his own exploration.
Now, however, his father is going to teach him personally.
This favoritism is so naked, so heavy.
Without giving it much thought, he began to read greedily by the dim light of the oil lamp.
Every word and every picture was deeply imprinted in his mind.
……
The next day, before dawn, the morning star was still out.
Tang Ren was then pulled off the bed by a large, iron-like hand.
"Let's go." Tang Hao's voice was devoid of emotion, but his actions were filled with an unquestionable determination.
It's still that same canyon, that same waterfall.
This time, however, they stopped in the open space in front of the waterfall.
Not far away, in the sea of flowers, the dew on Ah Yin's leaves shimmered in the morning light, like a pair of gentle eyes watching over them.
"Watch closely!" Tang Hao shouted, and a Haotian Hammer appeared in his hand that was seven or eight parts similar to Tang Ren's Destruction Hammer, but much larger and more domineering!
Instead of immediately unleashing his earth-shattering hammer technique, he slowed down each movement tenfold.
"The first strike, the power originates from the ground, the waist and stance are unified, the body is the axis, driving the hammer's momentum..."
Tang Hao's voice was as loud and clear as a bell, and every word clearly reached Tang Ren's ears.
His movements were slow and precise, and every exertion of his muscles and every flow of his soul power was displayed to Tang Ren without reservation.
"The second strike, using the momentum from the first strike, combines forces, and the hammer moves with the body..."
He demonstrated it, hammer blow by hammer blow, from the first to the eighty-first.
That patience and meticulousness were completely different from his usual image as a decadent drunkard.
This wasn't teaching hammer techniques at all; it was clearly breaking down and dissecting his life's combat experience and insights, feeding them to Tang Ren bit by bit!
In the sea of flowers, Ah Yin's branches swayed gently, as if applauding the father and son and rejoicing at the husband's change.
Before we knew it, three months had passed quietly.
On this day, old Jack's aged yet excited figure reappeared at the blacksmith's shop.
"Tang Hao! Great news! Incredibly great news!" He beamed, waving a letter of recommendation in his hand.
"I ran my legs off and talked myself hoarse, and finally managed to get another work-study spot from the neighboring St. Ying Village! Now, Xiao Ren and Xiao San can go to school in Notting City together!"
Tang Ren, who was silently memorizing the key points of the hammer technique, raised his head.
Tang Hao, who was wiping the wine bottle in the corner, paused.
Tang San, who was frantically hammering away, dropped his iron hammer to the ground with a loud bang!
He turned around abruptly, his eyes bursting with long-suppressed desire and hope!
However, Tang Hao's next words were like a bucket of ice water, dousing him from head to toe.
"He can go." Tang Hao pointed at Tang San, his tone flat and without any emotion.
Then, he looked at Tang Ren with an unwavering determination in his eyes.
"Tang Ren must stay."
"What?!"
Old Jack could hardly believe his ears. He rushed forward, pointed at Tang Hao's nose, and began to curse:
"Tang Hao, you bastard! Are you crazy?! That's a Soul Master Academy! It's a chance to change your destiny! Why won't you let Xiao Ren go?!"
Tang Hao slowly stood up, and the terrifying aura belonging to a Title Douluo flashed by, making Old Jack unable to breathe.
"I said, he should stay."
Old Jack was speechless, glaring at the stubborn drunkard, trembling with anger. Finally, he could only stomp his foot and curse, "You...you'll ruin this child! You'll regret it!"
He turned to Tang San helplessly and sighed, "Sigh, child, pack your things and come with Grandpa."
Tang San nodded silently, packed up his few worn-out clothes, and then, without looking back, followed Old Jack out of the home where he had lived for six years.
From beginning to end, he did not look at Tang Hao and Tang Ren once more.
Outside the door, the distant curses of old Jack and the silent footsteps of Tang San could be heard.
Silence returned to the blacksmith's shop.
Tang Ren looked at the empty doorway and sighed softly in his heart.
He knew that from this moment on, he and his brother had embarked on completely different paths.