Chapter 5 Abandoned Martial Soul and Innate Full S

　　Old Jack was obviously very patient with Tang San, in his heart, the most understanding child in the village was none other than the Tang San in front of him, it was hard to imagine how a father like that could have such a well-behaved son. 　　"Great Soul Master is the title of the Soul Master level. Soul masters are the noblest profession in our entire Douluo continent, they can be powerful fighters, or they can also possess excellent auxiliary abilities. But no matter which kind of Soul Master it is, the ranks are all sorted by the same title." 　　"Soul masters all possess their own martial soul power, and based on the strength of their martial soul power, they are divided into a total of ten titles. Each title is further divided into ten levels. Initially, those who have just started are called Soul Masters, and everyone is a Soul Master as long as their martial soul has awakened. If the martial soul was able to cultivate, when the soul power reached the eleventh level, one would enter the next title, which was the Soul Master. And Grand Soul Master, was the third in the entire sequence of titles. Having reached the Grand Soul Master realm, one was already a rather powerful Soul Master. The overall ten titles are like this." 　　"Soul Scholar, Soul Master, Great Soul Master, Soul Zun, Soul Zong, Soul King, Soul Emperor, Soul Saint, Soul Douluo and Sealed Douluo. The name of our Douluo Continent is derived from this. Legend has it that all Sealed Douluos who have reached level ninety or above can give themselves a seal, they are simply invincible existences!" 　　Eyes shining with pride, "Our Sacred Soul Village a hundred years ago, but there was a Soul Saint of the eighth class title Oh. In the entire Notting City, or even the entire Fasnuo Province, it's also extremely rare." 　　Tang Hao on the side bristled, "Old Jack, that's just a legend." 　　As if he had been touched by the reverse scale, Old Jack was furious, "What do you mean by a legend? Legends also come from facts. Tang Hao, you've been in the village for six years now, you should understand the status of that soul saint in our hearts. Let me hear you insult Lord Soul Saint again, and I'll expel you from the village. If it weren't for Xiao San's sake, do you think I'd be willing to come to this doghouse of yours?" 　　Tang Hao, however, didn't get angry, still tapping the farming tools in his hands, as if he hadn't heard Jack's words. 　　Jack glared at him fiercely, before he said to Tang San, "In the future, you mustn't be as decadent as your father, well, I'll leave first, three days later, I'll come to pick you up." 　　After saying that, Old Jack angrily left the blacksmith store. 　　"Dad." Tang San called out. 　　"Huh?" Tang Hao glanced at him coldly, and seeing the chill in his father's eyes, Tang San had to swallow back what he wanted to say. Lowering his head, he went back to his own room to continue struggling for those ten thousand knocks. 　　Night fell, after dinner, Tang Hao wiped his mouth and habitually headed outside, for him, it was routine to go out for a drink. Drinking the worst quality ale. 　　"Dad. Wait a minute." Tang San didn't have time to clean up the dishes and called out to Tang Hao first. 　　"What for?" Tang Hao glared at him impatiently, and even though Tang Hao had never hit Tang San, for some reason, Tang San had been a little afraid of this father since birth. For the two lifetimes ago, he couldn't change this feeling either. 　　"That ten thousand strokes, I'm done forging." Tang San said. 　　"Oh?" The light in Tang Hao's eyes seemed to brighten a few points, "Bring it to me." 　　"Good." Tang San quickly ran back to his room, and soon, he ran out holding an iron block. 　　The iron block was ebony black, and although the form wasn't irregular, it looked like every section was extremely shiny, with ebony light hidden within it. The entire iron block was about as big as one of the four people who originally held the iron lump, and Tang San utilized Xuan Tian Gong to hold it without feeling strained. 　　Tang Hao grabbed the black iron block into his hands and placed it in front of his eyes to look at it carefully, "Now do you understand what I said?" 　　Tang San nodded, "A hundred refinements make steel, even the worst quality metal will become high quality after constant forging and purification. Dad, are you trying to tell me this?" 　　Tang Hao realized that his own son seemed to bring him quite a lot of surprises these days, and handed the iron block back to him, "Go on then. Bring it back to me when you've forged it to the size of your fist." After saying that, he turned around and walked out of the house. 　　According to what he had originally said, forging that iron block 10,000 times would teach Tang San to forge it, but now he seemed to be breaking his word. However, Tang San didn't care about this, he was only thinking about what Tang Hao had said. 　　"Fist size?" Such a large iron block, could it really be forged to the size of a fist? Even though it was only a quarter of its original size, Tang San knew very well that as it continued to be forged, the iron block became denser and denser, and shrinking its size became more difficult. Wanting to forge it to only the size of a fist was by no means something that could be done with another ten thousand knocks. 　　A hundred refinements made steel, then what was ten thousand refinements? A shining light flashed in Tang San's eyes, his feet slightly staggered, his body already deftly burrowing into his room. Soon, the clanking and banging sounds once again resounded in the blacksmith store. 　　Three days passed quickly, Tang San would still go to the mountaintop every morning to do his routine homework, and when he returned home, besides cooking, he was forging. Sort of competing with that piece of raw iron. Every day, his hammering speed increased. The Xuan Tian Gong helped him recover his strength very quickly and was able to maintain this constant forging process. 　　"Junior, grandpa is here to pick you up." Old Jack arrived at the blacksmith store on time, perhaps because he was tired of Tang Hao, this time he didn't even walk in, only calling out to Tang San outside. 　　Tang San glanced at his father, who had just eaten breakfast beside him. Tang Hao said coldly, ''Go. Don't delay cooking at noon."