Trouble everyone to collect and vote.

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  "What's going on?" Little Dance asked curiously.

  Tang San smiled and said: "It's a kind of soul beast that specializes in seducing men."

  Xiao Wu was taken aback, and her gaze at Tang San suddenly became somewhat strange. In an instant, her emotions suddenly became agitated. "You go die! How dare you say I'm a fox spirit? I want to duel with you!" As she spoke, she had already jumped up from her bed, baring her teeth and brandishing her claws as she pounced at Tang San.

  Other working students were already used to this scene, and the bickering between Xiaowu and Tang San was nothing out of the ordinary for them. If one day they didn't bicker a few times, perhaps they would even feel uncomfortable.

  The next morning, when Tang San set out on the road, there was an extra little girl bouncing around beside him, wearing a Noddington Academy uniform. They left Noddington City and headed towards Holy Spirit Village.

  In the past year, for Tang San, it was a very fulfilling and satisfying time. He broke through the bottleneck of the first stage of the Xuan Tian Gong and made significant progress in his cultivation. According to his own calculations, he should have reached mid-to-upper second-stage strength by now, which would be around 16th or 17th level in terms of soul power.

  In the academy, the only one who could compare with him in terms of soul power was a little girl named Xue Wu. Although she rarely practiced, whenever they compared their soul powers, they were always neck and neck. Sometimes Tang San had the upper hand, while other times he would be surpassed by Xue Wu.

  At the beginning, Xiao Chenyu and Wang Sang's senior disciples occasionally joined in, but as Tang San and Xiao Wu's soul power soared rapidly, no one came to disturb them anymore. Who wants to become a sandbag-like existence?

  So although Xiao Wu is nominally the eldest among all of Nodding's students, in reality, when Xiao Di and company address Tang San, they also call out to "Little Third Brother".

  Tang San and Xiao Wu sparred, but he was always at a disadvantage. Xiao Wu's attacks were endless, especially her soft skills, which gave people a feeling of being stuck in a quagmire. If neither side used the power of their soul rings, Tang San would almost certainly lose. Even if he used his soul ring, relying on the binding and numbing effects of Blue Silver Grass, at most he could only manage to tie with Xiao Wu.

  As for the hidden weapons that Tang San had been secretly practicing, they were not used in the sparring match. One reason was that the killing power of the hidden weapons was too great and could easily hurt someone. Another reason was that he also hoped to hone his close combat skills during the sparring match with Xiao Wu. Perhaps it was because the two of them had become good training partners, they were making rapid progress in their fighting abilities. The teachers at the academy had already given up on trying to keep up with them. In Nodding Academy, Tang San and Xiao Wu, although only first-year students, had already become famous geniuses.

  "How much farther?" Little Dance looked around and asked casually.

  "We're almost there. Do you see that mountain over there? Our Holy Spirit Village is at the foot of the mountain." Tang San's emotions couldn't help but get excited, if it wasn't for the rules of the Nuoding Academy requiring students to return to their dorms every night and having teachers check on them, perhaps Tang San would have already gone back home to see his father. It had been a year since he last saw him, Father, are you doing well?

  Perhaps because of being an orphan in his previous life, Tang San cherished this familial bond even more in this life.

  He patted the twenty-four bridge moonlit night at his waist, where he had brought a casting hammer for his father, new clothes, and even a few bottles of good wine.

  The small mountain village where he had lived for six years was already in sight. For some reason, a strange emotion gradually emerged in Tang San's heart. If he had to describe it in one sentence, then he would say that having a home felt really good. Even if this home only consisted of himself and his father.

  Before long, the two had entered Holy Spirit Village. Tang San's home was at the village entrance. He raised his hand and pointed to the dilapidated sign on the roof, and with a smile, he said to Xiao Wu: "Look, that's my home."

  Home was in sight, and Tang San's mood became excited without realizing it. His footsteps quickened, and he took three steps as two to arrive at the entrance of his home.

  The gate was still open, just like when he left, this had always been Tang Hao's habit, after all, there was nothing in his ironwork shop that could be stolen.

  "Dad, I'm back!" Tang San exclaimed excitedly.

  Xiao Wu had never seen Tang San in such a mood, and she stood behind him with some curiosity, looking at him. In her impression, Tang San was a pretty gentle friend, who didn't talk much, but always seemed busy, always having something to do. Only when sparring with him could you see his serious side. And even if he lost to her, he had never shown anger or excitement before.

  One side shouted, Tang San quickly walked inside.

  Everything seems to have remained the same, the blacksmith's shop is still like that, even more so than before he left, with all sorts of things scattered all over the floor, a broken and tattered feeling, yet it brings him a sense of warmth.

  "Oh, Little San, you're back." A gentle voice sounded. A person walked out of the inner room.

  Seeing him, Tang San couldn't help but stare for a moment, "Grandpa Jack, you're also here, where's my dad?"

  The one who walked out was none other than the village elder of Holy Soul Village, Jack. With a bitter smile on his face, he handed a piece of paper to Tang San and said: "Take a look, this is what your father left behind. I came to find him early in the morning, originally wanting him to come with me to pick you up, but unexpectedly you've already returned."

  A thread of tension emerged in Tang San's heart as he hastily took over the paper handed to him by Old Jack and lowered his head to take a look.

  There were only a few simple lines on the paper, with some sloppy handwriting, but it was hard to conceal the bold and generous spirit.