the Difference.
"Alas, it's a shame I only have one Martial Soul. I won't be able to act more pretentiously in the future." Thinking of Tang San possessing twin Martial Souls, Ning Chuan sighed inwardly for no apparent reason. [Ding! Detected host lacks twin Martial Souls. Please select a binding target.] [Ding! Detected host's Martial Soul side effects. Already bound to Tang Hao, no twin Martial Souls detected in Tang Hao.] [ Ding! Detected host's first Martial Soul is the Green Bamboo Bee Cloud Sword! Second Martial Soul matching.] [Ding! Matching completed. Congratulations to the host on obtaining the second Martial Soul. Please customize.] Suddenly, Ning Chuan felt a warm current, distinct from the Green Bamboo Sharp Cloud Sword, threatening to burst forth from his left palm. Suppressing his excitement, Ning Chuan curled his lips and continued, "Alas, if only I had a Three-Life Martial Soul." [Ding, no side effects detected.] Well, it seems I was indeed too greedy. But having twin Martial Souls is already quite good. I just don't know what the second spirit the system has assigned me! Meanwhile, Tang San had already returned home. Tang San's father, Tang Hao, was once the Young Master of the Clear Sky Sect and a renowned figure in the spirit master world. He had been constantly wandering the world with his pregnant spirit beast wife, Ah Yin, and was discovered by the Spirit Hall, leading to a siege. Ah Yin was eventually forced to sacrifice her, and Tang Hao, having received a 100,000-year spirit ring, exploded, killing one and crippling the two Douluos guarding the Spirit Hall's Popes. The Pope was seriously injured and died, nearly bringing disaster to the Clear Sky Sect. After his wife's death, Tang Hao, disheartened by his wife's death, never returned to the sect and remained in this village, working as a blacksmith. His days were spent drinking and sleeping, his life abjectly decadent. But at this moment, his once-dejected, cloudy eyes were filled with shock and excitement as he gazed at Tang San. No, to be more precise, he was looking at the small, gleaming black hammer in Tang San's left hand. It was a jet-black hammer, about half a foot long, with a cylindrical head and a circle of ornate inscriptions coiling around its surface. "These are twin spirits, actually twin spirits, son, my dear son." He darted over to Tang San, suddenly opening his arms and pulling Tang San into a tight embrace. "Dad!" Tang San was stunned for a moment. In his memory, this seemed to be the first time his father had embraced him like this. His eyes instantly reddened. He quietly leaned in Tang Hao's arms, savoring the warmth of his father's love. After a long moment, Tang San could no longer hold the hammer, unable to hold it anymore due to its weight. Tang Hao finally released his arms and said, "Put it back." The black light dissipated, and Tang San retracted the Clear Sky Hammer into his body. Tang Hao looked at Tang San again with a look of guilt. He hadn't noticed how much his and Ah Yin's son had grown up, and he hadn't even noticed how tanned he was. Indeed, at this moment, Tang San had become even darker. His skin, once a healthy tan thanks to the protection of the Mysterious Heavenly Art, despite years of wind and sun, had now become even darker and rougher, more than doubling in color. However, Tang Hao couldn't help but smile in relief at the thought of his son possessing twin spirits. He placed his two large hands on Tang San's shoulders and said earnestly, "Xiao San, remember, in your future, you must use the hammer in your left hand to protect the grass in your right." "I will, father," Tang San nodded, perplexed. Tang Hao stood up and, without looking back, headed back inside. He had decided to pull himself together and resume his training. Because of his son, Tang San, he saw hope for revenge against the Spirit Hall.
As Tang San prepared his lunch, he pondered the world of spirit masters he'd encountered today. Twin spirits seemed quite rare in this world, otherwise his father wouldn't have been so surprised.
"Don't you like forging and want to become a spirit master? Go ahead. After lunch, I'll formally teach you."
Tang Hao's voice came from the inner room.
Tang San's heart leaped at this, and he stopped dwelling on other matters. He'd figure it out on his own.
"Also, don't go to the back mountains anymore. The sun's strong up there. Look how tanned you are."
Tang Hao's first words made Tang San's heart leap into his throat. Could it be that his father had discovered his secret?
The second words brought a momentary sigh of relief. He walked back to the water tank, looked at his dark reflection, and couldn't help but smile wryly. He
was indeed quite tanned.
At noon, Ning Chuan followed Old Tom back to the Imperial Soul Village.
"Okay, go play by yourself. I'll go make dinner and call you when it's ready."
Old Tom was increasingly pleased to see Ning Chuan's skin suddenly brighten, his overall appearance taking a whole new level.
As Ning Chuan had said before, his skin had become pale due to the influence of his martial spirit, and his bamboo sword martial spirit wasn't some useless soul.
"Got it, Grandpa Tom,"
Ning Chuan replied, eager to test the benefits of the two side effects of sending the scoundrel father and son packing.
He quickly ran to the deserted stream. First, his skin paled noticeably.
Then, his martial spirit.
Ning Chuan slowly raised his right hand, and a faint green light emanated from his palm. The light instantly condensed, and the Green Bamboo Bee Cloud Sword appeared in his palm.
It was still the familiar, ornate emerald green sword, but this time it was much heavier than he had imagined, making even the air around him seem unusually oppressive.
His arm slowly drooped, and Ning Chuan's face paled.
Unlike before, when it barely consumed any soul power, this time, the Green Bamboo Bee Cloud Sword instantly drained Ning Chuan's meager soul power upon its appearance. Unable to withstand the sudden weight, he fell to the lawn behind him. Without soul power to support him, the Green Bamboo Bee Cloud Sword vanished the instant he fell.
Fortunately, otherwise, Ning Chuan's small arms and body would have been dislocated by suddenly grasping such a heavy sword.
"It seems a lot heavier! I guess I need to train more from now on. Otherwise, I won't even be able to lift the sword,"
Ning Chuan thought to himself.
While the Green Bamboo Bee Cloud Sword didn't reach the exorbitant weight of the Clear Sky Hammer, weighing 500 kilograms, it was still around 180 kilograms.
This wasn't necessarily a bad thing. After all, a sword wasn't a hammer; if it were too heavy, it would be a waste of both.
Just then, a system notification chimed in his mind:
[Ding, host soul power overconsumption detected. Bind to a target.]
"Bind to Tang Hao."
Ning Chuan chose to bind to Tang Hao without hesitation. With Tang Hao as his power bank, he will never be short of soul power in battle.
(End of this chapter)