"He... he beat me up just because I like to look good."
"Master, you don't dislike me because of that too, do you?"
After speaking, Tang San looked nervously into the lake's surface, afraid that Yao Lao might also reject him for it.
"I've seen all kinds of people in my life," Lin Feng replied, pausing slightly before feigning calm. "Liking to look good? Even those who like men aren't rare. Everyone has their preferences—nothing to be ashamed of."
Even Lin Feng felt his own words were a bit of a stretch, but thankfully Tang San didn't notice his awkward tone.
"As expected of my master! So understanding!" Tang San's eyes lit up. "Master, please help me."
Lin Feng sighed and shook his head. "I can't move right now, so I can't help you."
Only then did Tang San snap back to reality, disappointment appearing on his face.
"But I can take a look."
As Lin Feng spoke, silvery-gray flames erupted from his body. Simultaneously, concentric rings of green light spread from beneath his feet, radiating outward. These rings contained immense spiritual energy, surging down the mountain like a tidal wave.
Tang San felt a strange force sweep over his body—mighty and mysterious, leaving him in awe.
"Your father, is he that blacksmith?" Lin Feng's voice sounded again.
"Yes… Yes, he is," Tang San responded, eyes wide with shock. He was amazed that his master could see that far away—such power was beyond comprehension.
At this point, he completely believed everything Yao Lao said.
"He's no ordinary man. He's a Titled Douluo," Lin Feng said calmly.
"Titled Douluo?" Tang San was shocked, though not entirely surprised.
He quickly followed up, "Master, what exactly is a Titled Douluo?"
"A Titled Douluo is basically one of the strongest beings on the entire Douluo Continent," Lin Feng explained patiently. "If one were to join an empire as an honorary elder, their annual income would easily reach a million gold soul coins. Even emperors treat them with the utmost respect."
Tang San grew furious. "Then that bastard Tang Hao really is the worst!"
"He has such power and does nothing all day, yet I still have to support him?"
His voice grew bitter with resentment. But then, a sudden thought occurred to him.
A man that powerful must be extremely shrewd. Could it be that Tang Hao had already realized he wasn't his real son?
The more Tang San thought about it, the more likely it seemed. What kind of father would treat their own child this badly?
It couldn't be some cliché plot like him having caused his mother's death during childbirth, right?
Tang San suddenly recalled that when Tang Hao hit him previously, he'd shouted something like "Ah Yin."
Could that be his mother's name?
Did she really die during childbirth?
If that were true, then at least Tang Hao hadn't found out the truth. Tang San let out a small sigh of relief.
Seeing the shifting expressions on Tang San's face, Lin Feng couldn't help but ask, "Xiao San, what are you thinking about?"
"N-nothing... Master, I was just remembering something," Tang San said hastily, eyes darting.
"If you don't want to say, I won't press," Lin Feng replied. "But from what I've observed, there's a power inside you that doesn't belong to a soul master. It's rather unique."
He was baiting Tang San deliberately, hoping to hear him confess. Lin Feng already knew what it was—he just wanted to see if the boy fully trusted him.
Tang San instantly tensed again.
Master must be talking about the Mysterious Heaven Skill. That was his secret.
Yet, the fact that even this could be seen through…
It showed that his master's strength had already far surpassed anything he could comprehend.
Since his master already knew, it would be foolish to keep hiding it and risk losing this heaven-sent opportunity.
Without further hesitation, Tang San clasped his hands and solemnly said, "Master, you're absolutely right. The power in my body is the Mysterious Heaven Skill I've cultivated!"
Since his master asked, he would answer honestly.
"What is this Mysterious Heaven Skill?" Lin Feng asked curiously, continuing to play the role.
"It's an internal cultivation technique I practice," Tang San answered proudly. "Endless in circulation, vast and boundless. At its peak, it manifests the phenomenon of Three Flowers Condensing onto the Head..."
He spoke with enthusiasm, even reciting the entire technique from memory along with his personal insights into cultivation.
He's the perfect disciple, just as I thought!
Lin Feng rejoiced inwardly.
Then, as if on a roll, Tang San continued.
Knowing that he would eventually have to reveal Ghost Shadow Perplexing Track and Purple Demon Eye anyway, he decided to confess everything now.
Lin Feng was even more thrilled.
He hadn't removed the [Traitor of Tang Sect] trait on Tang San's panel for exactly this reason—to one day obtain this knowledge.
And now, Tang San had just handed it all over willingly.
"These techniques… I've never seen them before," Lin Feng said, keeping up the act. "They don't seem to belong to this world. Fascinating stuff, and very valuable for reference."
"How about this—once you awaken your martial soul, I'll gift you a special opportunity. Sound good?"
He said it with a solemn, authoritative air.
As expected of Master!
"Thank you, Master!" Tang San said gratefully, overcome with emotion. "I'm fortunate to have met you. I will practice diligently from now on."
"The best outcome," Lin Feng said with a smile. "Now go. I must return to my slumber."
As he spoke, the towering water column slowly collapsed back into the lake, spraying crystal-clear droplets in every direction.
The old man's glowing figure gradually dimmed and vanished.
With a loud thud, Tang San knelt again, bowing deeply.
Watching Lin Feng disappear, Tang San was overjoyed.
Today's luck was extraordinary—he'd managed to take a powerful master as his own.
You blamed me for Mother's death during childbirth?
Even if you're a Titled Douluo, your fate is sealed.
It won't be long before I kill you with my own hands!
Tang San clenched his fists tightly, a cold killing intent flashing in his eyes.
Sunset at Heaven Dou Academy's training grounds.
The entire field was bathed in the orange-red glow of the setting sun.
Lin Feng slowly opened his eyes as his spiritual projection returned to his body, realizing it was already dusk.
"Lin Feng, you're finally awake?" Dugu Yan's clear voice broke the silence.
"Why did you take so long to cultivate this time? Everyone else is already gone."
She quickly walked over with concern written across her face.
Lin Feng looked around. The once-busy training field was now nearly empty.
Only the Shi brothers and Ye Lingling remained. Everyone else had already left.
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