.
"Bind to Tang Hao, bind everything to Tang Hao."
[Ding, excessive exercise detected affecting the host's height and physique. Bind to the recipient?]
"This one has to be bound to Tang San." Since the recipient's cultivation wouldn't be affected, Ning Chuan naturally chose to bind to Tang San.
Time flew by. For three months, Ning Chuan left early and returned late. During the day, he carried stones to the vicinity of Holy Spirit Village for frantic training, exhausting his own body. At night, he meditated all night, cultivating various side effects and transferring them to Tang Hao. His progress was remarkable.
Not only did his physique become much stronger, but his spirit power also increased from half a level to five.
Finally, the day to register for Notting Academy arrived.
Because of the greater distance from Notting City, Old Tom set out with Ning Chuan at dawn.
Meanwhile, Tang San's family was in dire straits. Early
in the morning, he had just returned home from practicing the Purple Demon Eye.
Compared to three months ago, Tang San had become even darker. It wouldn't be an exaggeration to say he'd turned into a piece of charcoal, a complete mess of black charcoal.
Meanwhile, a slight disharmony could be seen in his body. While his strength hadn't increased much, he'd gained useless, dead muscles. Even his arms and thighs were slightly deformed.
At first, he'd thought his training had gone awry, but it was merely a slight uglier appearance; he felt no physical discomfort.
After cooking the porridge as usual, Tang San called out to the back room of the blacksmith shop, "Dad, dinner's time."
Strangely, Tang Hao, who always came out when he heard the call for dinner, wasn't there today.
Tang San's heart sank. Could Dad be ill? He hurried to Tang Hao's room.
Tang Hao lay quietly on the filthy, almost rotten bed. His once sallow complexion had grown incredibly pale. Cold sweat dripped from his forehead, and his face was a grimace of pain.
"How did you get in here? Didn't you say you weren't allowed in without my permission?"
Tang Hao suddenly opened his eyes after Tang San entered.
"Dad, are you sick?"
Tang San asked worriedly. His skin had turned charcoal black, making his not-so-white teeth stand out against the dim light.
Tang Hao slowly stood up, shaking his head, "I'm fine. Let's go out for dinner." He had
no
idea why.
Ever since his son Tang San awakened his spirit, he'd been aching all over, like an ordinary person doing the heavy lifting of ten people every day. His muscles and bones ached. Even his meridians were aching, swelling and aching in the late hours of the night.
Furthermore, his mental, soul, and physical strength were being severely depleted. While this wasn't a big deal for a Titled Douluo like him, being tormented by someone day and night for three months was too much for even a Titled Douluo with his incredible resilience.
He was in excruciating pain all day and all night.
Add to that the hidden injuries from his battle with Qian Xunji, and he was practically dying.
Most crucially, he discovered his spirit power could no longer improve, remaining at level ninety-two, the level it had reached six years prior after the battle with the Spirit Hall.
Of course, Tang Hao was oblivious to all this, subconsciously assuming it was a relapse of an old injury.
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That was the only reason.
Tang San wanted to say something more, but Tang Hao sternly stopped him. "Alright, I said it's okay, so it's okay. From now on, you kid, stay out of adult matters. Also, pack up after dinner. I'll have Old Jack take you to Notting College later."
"I understand, Dad."
Tang San knew he wouldn't get anything out of him, so he didn't ask any more questions. But he had a vague feeling that his father was hiding something.
After breakfast, Tang San set off with Old Jack.
Although Ning Chuan and Old Tom had left before them, they arrived later because Emperor Soul Village was farther from Notting City.
By this time, Tang San seemed to have had a conflict with the doorman.
When Ning Chuan and Old Tom arrived, they saw them standing with a middle-aged man holding his martial spirit certificate. The man
was about forty or fifty years old, of medium build, slightly thin, and of average appearance. He had thick lips, a crew cut, and a thick stubble on his face. He looked a little downcast.
But a faint smile spread across his face, indicating that he was in a very good mood.
"Yu Xiaogang?"
Ning Chuan narrowed his eyes slightly, roughly guessing the other person's identity.
Old Tom stepped forward and asked, "Old Jack, who is this?"
Despite the two old men's frequent bickering, they still had a good relationship. Seeing Old Tom bringing Ning Chuan over, Old Jack, fearing they would face further harassment from the concierge, said, "Old Tom, let me introduce you. This is the Master of Notting Academy. Master, he's Old Tom from Emperor Soul Village. He's here with his child to enroll at Notting Academy. Take a look at this."
Ning Chuan didn't seem to mind, but Old Tom, an ordinary man, felt a little uneasy and nervous when facing Yu Xiao'an, a Spirit Master. "Master."
Yu Xiao'an glanced at Tang San, suppressing the passion and impatience in his heart. He casually examined Ning Chuan a few times, noticing the boy's bright eyes and a hint of genius. So, he smiled and said, "Show me your Spirit Master skills, too."
If the boy had good talent, and his innate Spirit Power could reach level nine or above, he wouldn't be in the wrong mind to consider taking him in as a disciple.
But alas, he would soon be disappointed.
He glanced at the Spirit Certificate he'd received from Old Tom. His face, once frozen with a hint of a smile, instantly drooped at the sight of the words 'Spirit Bamboo Sword' and 'Innate Spirit Power Half-Level'. The latter phrase
in particular seemed to trigger a sensitive nerve.
A distinctly icy aura emanated from him.
"Alright, both certificates are correct. Old sir, on behalf of the academy, I apologize for what happened just now. I'll leave this child to me. As for the other child, have him take his Spirit Master Certificate and go in to register." Yu
Xiaogang only kept Tang San's Spirit Certificate and apologized to Old Jack. As for Ning Chuan and Old Tom, he casually returned their Spirit Master Certificates without even glancing at them.
The swift change in expression was so dramatic that even Ning Chuan, who had been prepared, was stunned.
Good fellow, his arrogance matched his inferiority complex.
With this condescending attitude, who is he looking down upon?
(End of Chapter)