521. Bibi Dong Becomes Furious

"Don't worry, Dad! I'll do my best!"

Tang San hugged Tang Hao's leg tightly, his eyes glistening with tears, speaking with firm determination.

"Good. I believe in you," Tang Hao said, nodding approvingly. He looked down at Tang San, who was kneeling before him, and cautioned:

"Remember! Even if you focus on mastering the hammer, your Hammer Spirit must never be revealed carelessly. Do you understand?"

"I understand!" Tang San nodded earnestly.

He wasn’t foolish. Tang Hao had undoubtedly made some enemies; otherwise, as a Title Douluo, he wouldn't be living like a fugitive.

"But Dad, what about the spirit ring for my second spirit..."

Tang San hesitated, trailing off as he extended his right hand to reveal the truth.

Beneath the pitch-black Clear Sky Hammer, a stark white ring stood out glaringly.

Tang Hao, naturally, understood the situation. After a moment of silence, he reassured Tang San:

"Xiao San, actually, there’s a way to restore your spirit ring."

"What? Really?" Tang San's face lit up with joy.

He had already resigned himself to this reality, but if there was a chance to reverse it, how could he refuse?

"The method I’m talking about allows your spirit to regain a new ring!"

"What!?"

Tang San’s eyes widened in shock, his joy overflowing.

He hadn’t thought that even his disastrous spirit ring configuration could be changed! Overwhelmed with excitement, he buried his head into Tang Hao’s side and spoke fervently:

"Dad! Teach me!"

"..."

Tang Hao’s eyes widened slightly, clearly pleased with Tang San’s behavior.

"Xiao San, it doesn’t hurt anymore~"

"Huh?"

Tang San raised his head in confusion, not noticing the peculiar scent lingering in the air.

"Nothing," Tang Hao replied with a satisfied smile, pushing Tang San back down.

Without further delay, he solemnly explained:

"This method is called... 'Ring Replacement'!"

"Ring Replacement?!"

Tang San paused, the term was simple enough to understand, but it clashed heavily with the teachings he had received from Grandmaster Yu Xiaogang since childhood.

"Dad, isn't it impossible to replace a spirit ring?"

"Indeed, it cannot be replaced under normal circumstances," Tang Hao replied with a grave expression, confirming Tang San's understanding with a subtle nod.

"Cannot be replaced... normally?"

Tang San keenly caught the critical nuance in Tang Hao's words.

What kind of abnormal method was this?

Tang San quickly asked, "Dad, are the requirements for this method very harsh?"

"That’s correct!"

Tang Hao's reply was firm and unequivocal.

"..."

Tang San fell silent.

Replacing a spirit ring—a feat that seemed like a fantasy.

He couldn’t begin to imagine what kind of price such a method would demand.

But he wasn’t afraid!

Tang San stared at Tang Hao resolutely and said in a steady voice, "Dad, I’m willing!"

Looking down at his determined son, Tang Hao didn’t offer words of encouragement. Instead, he began explaining the method he had learned in detail.

"This technique is a secret method of the Speed Clan, divided into two steps."

"Consumption and Replacement."



"Because their inherited spirit, the Swift-Tailed Sparrow, is incredibly fast, but it has a significant drawback."

"Once an offensive spirit skill is attached, their cultivation progress halts entirely."

"This method was devised as a fallback after they failed to enhance their offensive capabilities."

"It allows the removal of an existing spirit ring and starting over from scratch."

Tang Hao explained, carefully omitting any mention of the Clear Sky Clan or the other three single-attribute clans, limiting his explanation solely to the Swift Clan's "Ring Replacement" secret technique.

"The Speed Clan?"

Tang San murmured, a look of confusion and curiosity crossing his face. He had never heard of them before.

"Just take note of this for now."

Tang Hao raised a hand, stopping Tang San from asking further questions.

He had only shared this to comfort Tang San.

The Ring Replacement technique was against the natural order, requiring a tremendous price, and it came with significant risks.

It could easily damage a spirit master's foundational abilities.

Tang Hao had never truly considered letting Tang San take such a gamble, as it would undermine his natural talent.

"When the time is right, I will take you there."

Tang Hao’s voice softened, adding this as a reassurance.


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Tang San closed his open mouth, left speechless.

He didn’t doubt Tang Hao’s words. With the strength of a Title Douluo, what task could be impossible?

Unless the other party also had a Title Douluo.

But the Speed Clan…
Spirit masters who couldn’t attach offensive spirit rings—could they really achieve this?


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"Alright, Xiao San, go back now."

"Focus on growing stronger. As long as you have strength, everything else... will fall into place."

Tang Hao released Tang San and turned toward the bushes.

"Grow stronger?"

Tang San knelt on the ground, watching Tang Hao’s retreating figure, his ambitions reigniting.

"I understand, Dad!"

"Uh…"

As Tang San’s words fell, he suddenly froze.

He saw Tang Hao step into the bushes, undo his belt, and squat down to relieve himself.

Hearing the faint trickle of water, Tang San felt utterly awkward. He quickly got up and prepared to leave.

"Dad, I’ll head back now."

"Wait, Xiao San~"

"What is it, Dad~?"

"Did you bring paper or silk? I need it to wipe."

"…"


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The next day, under a bright sun.

Qian Renxue was still sent off to spend time confined in the Pope’s Hall.

Hu Liena, as usual, headed to Spirit Academy to practice team combat with Xie Yue and the others.

The academy’s grounds were filled with the scent of flowers and the flutter of butterflies.

Xiao Fei Die sat cross-legged on the grass, basking in the gentle sunlight, and silently ceased the operation of her Mysterious Heaven Technique within her body.

She cautiously opened her eyes and looked toward the house where Bibi Dong and Ling Yuan were.

"What kind of treasure is Elder Ling Yuan giving to Grandmaster?"

"So mysterious..."

Inside the house, Bibi Dong sat gracefully at the head seat, sipping tea.

"Ling Yuan~ You can explain now, right? What is this about?"

Ling Yuan, with faint dark circles under her eyes, said nothing as she pulled out a carefully crafted masterpiece from her soul tool.

Bowing slightly, she extended it respectfully.

"Please take a look, Your Majesty~"

"What is this? Why so secretive?"

Bibi Dong set down her tea, her jade-like hand casually opening the object.

"This… This is…?!"

Caught entirely off guard, Bibi Dong’s elegant eyes widened in shock.

She stood abruptly, her gaze sweeping over the entire diagram before her pupils constricted.

"…"

The air grew heavy with silence.

Bibi Dong stared, dumbfounded, her noble and dignified face flushing with anger as if a volcano were about to erupt.

She trembled, utterly speechless.

Ling Yuan, however, beamed with pride and bowed even lower.

"Your Majesty, this was carefully designed according to your past instructions."

"You’re saying… this was my request?"

Bibi Dong was completely dumbfounded, tilting her head as she stared at Ling Yuan, who seemed eager for praise.

"This is merely my duty."

Ling Yuan, oblivious to Bibi Dong’s brewing rage, bowed humbly, her expression one of accomplishment.

"Ling Yuan!"

Bibi Dong’s furious voice thundered, shaking the entire hall and even causing the courtyard outside to tremble slightly.

Xiao Fei Die outside instinctively covered her ears and hurriedly flattened herself against the ground.

She looked fearfully toward the house, utterly baffled as to why her grandmaster had suddenly erupted in rage.