Douluo: Yu Hao Pan Tang San

Chapter 309, Section 328: Pastoral Scenery
The cowboy said, "Hey Indian, remember this: this is the divine cotton field of the Asura God. Now that you've come here, remember your place. You're just a production tool for the great Asura God. This is your mission and your honor. Just work hard and pick cotton from day to night, and from night to day, understand?"

The God of Asura? Who is the God of Asura? Shouldn't I be the God of Asura? A big question mark appeared in Tang San's mind.

Just as he was lost in thought, the cowboy priest lashed Tang San's face with his whip again, leaving a large welt on Tang San's dark cheek that stung with pain.

"What nonsense are you thinking? Did you hear what I said?"

"I heard it, I heard it," Tang San said to the priest, his head bowed despite the pain.

The cowboy priest handed Tang San a huge snakeskin sack, saying, "You're in charge of this cotton field. If you don't fill this sack by sunset, I'll whip you to death. Now get to work!" At the end, the cowboy priest even raised his whip as if to strike.

"Yes, yes, yes." Tang San quickly took the snakeskin bag and went into the cotton field to pick cotton.

This was a very tiring job, but whenever Tang San got tired and wanted to catch his breath, he would hear the sound of wind breaking. Tang San looked over and saw the cowboy behind him holding a leather whip in each hand, cracking it rhythmically, and glaring at him fiercely.

Seeing this, Tang San was terrified and his hands, which were picking cotton, became faster and faster, and he dared not relax for a moment.

And so, Tang San worked in this cotton field. In the vast expanse of white cotton, Tang San's dark skin stood out conspicuously.

At noon, Tang San had a brief respite, enjoying sweet and thirst-quenching watermelon and deep-fried fairy chicken.

Looking at these two kinds of food, Tang San couldn't help but recall his past in the God Realm. In the God Realm, this kind of food was only for low-ranking officials and servants, and he wouldn't even glance at it. But he never expected that he would be reduced to eating such things now.

With tears in his eyes, he took a bite of the watermelon and a bite of the fried fairy chicken. He had to admit that even the food served to the gods tasted sweet and delicious after such a tiring day. Tang San wolfed down the food and was just about to catch his breath when a figure stood in front of him.

Tang San looked closely and saw it was the cowboy. The cowboy lashed the ground next to Tang San with his whip and said, "Finished eating, right? If you're done eating, then get to work right now. If you don't meet the production targets set by the great Asura Temple, I'll hold you responsible."

Just as the cowboy was about to lash out with his whip, Tang San quickly stood up and said humbly, "Yes, yes, I'll pick it, I'll pick it!"

So, Tang San had no choice but to go into the cotton field to pick cotton again.

At dusk, Tang San was exhausted and in pain, his body covered in whip marks. Through the combined efforts of Tang San and the cowboy overseer, Tang San had a full sack of cotton on his back.

Just when Tang San thought he could finally rest, the overseer brought over a large snakeskin bag and said, "This is your workload for tonight. Fill this bag with cotton."

"There's more tonight?" Tang San asked in alarm.

"What do you think? Pick them at night, pick them during the day, pick them during the day, pick them at night. Hurry up and get to work, or I'll slap you."

Upon hearing this, Tang San cursed inwardly. "You son of a bitch, 24/7 non-stop work! What kind of despicable bastard came up with this policy?" Suddenly, Tang San covered his mouth. This policy seemed to be—

Tang San suddenly remembered that the physical attributes of the beings in the God Realm were many times greater than those in the Douluo Continent. They could work 24 hours a day without sleep and still thrive. Therefore, to fully utilize the productive potential of these beasts of burden—oh, I mean, divine servants—when he was the God King of the God Realm, he established a 24-hour workday system. He required the lower-level divine servants of the Asura Temple and the Sea God's Point to work tirelessly on the farms every day, contributing to the GDP growth of his two temples and exporting basic materials such as cotton and divine silk to the God Realm. This, in turn, allowed him to cultivate relationships with the powerful figures of various pantheons, thereby realizing his plan to quickly replace the God of Life and the God of Destruction. So, Tang San started picking cotton again.

Overwhelmed with grief, Tang San raised his head and looked at the small hill. He couldn't help but recall the romantic memories he and Xiao Wu shared on that hill.

What a beautiful and romantic pastoral scene!

Suddenly, two people came up the hill.

One is Xiao Wu, whom Tang San longs for day and night; the other is Yu Tianheng, whom Tang San despises immensely.

When Tang San saw the two people, he was stunned. How did they get here? And what was their relationship? A sense of unease flashed through Tang San's heart.

On the hill, Yu Tianheng casually picked a wild Qirong Tongtian Chrysanthemum from the ground, held it to his nose, and gently smelled it. He looked at the beautiful scene before him with satisfaction. Before him stretched an endless field of cotton, a vast expanse of white. In the cotton field, a dark figure was working diligently. Behind him, a cowboy priest rode a fine horse, two small leather whips at his waist, monitoring the dark figure's work efficiency.

Ah, what a beautiful pastoral scene! This sight inspired Yu Tianheng to compose a poem, but when he opened his mouth, he couldn't come up with anything. So, he simply blurted out: "Picking chrysanthemums by the eastern fence, I leisurely gaze at the Southern Mountains."

"Wow, Aheng, did you write this poem?" Xiaowu looked at Yu Tianheng in surprise.

He nodded and said, "Yes, seeing this pastoral scenery inspired me to write this poem." Yu Tianheng looked at Tang San, who was working like an ant in the cotton field, and the cowboys who were tirelessly wielding their whips.

"Wow, Aheng, you're amazing!" Xiaowu exclaimed admiringly.

Below, in the cotton field, Tang San was dumbfounded. The scene before him was all too familiar; it was the same scene he and Xiao Wu had witnessed at his farm, enjoying the rural scenery. But why had Yu Tianheng been replaced, and why was he—

I've actually become part of the farm?

Could it be that Yu Tianheng, that bastard, stole Xiao Wu's love, inherited the position of the Asura God, and became the owner of this farm, while I was relegated to work on the farm?
Thinking of this, Tang San was immediately unable to accept the huge difference in his status. He had actually fallen from the noble God King of the God Realm to this state. Tang San's eyes turned red and he began to pant heavily: "No, all of this is mine, it should be mine."

"What are you doing, you lowly servant? You dare to look up to the great Asura God and his wife?" The cowboy noticed something was wrong with Tang San and immediately rode over. He angrily raised his whip, and then—

Slap, slap, slap, slap, slap, Tang San was whipped until he howled in pain.

"Ah—" Yu Tianheng spread his hands, breathing in the beautiful rural air before him, watching the dark figure below being whipped by the cowboy overseer and running away with his head in his hands. "What a beautiful rural landscape."

“Yes.” Xiao Wu nestled happily next to Yu Tianheng.

(End of this chapter)