Douluo Continent's childhood sweetheart, Qian Renxue, starts with soul rings transforming into

Two days and two nights! This guest is truly amazing, his kidneys are practically made of iron!

Lin Feng glared at the young man at the counter with annoyance and threw down another gold soul coin.

"Renew the lease."

The receptionist stared wide-eyed as he watched Lin Feng and his two companions walk out.

"Is this another battle? No rest needed? Holy crap!"

He watched Lin Feng and his companions walk away with great envy, inwardly cursing:

"Why won't my own wife let me find someone else? Look at other women, they get along so well."

Judging from the expressions of those two women, they were just starting out. I really envy that customer.

Qian Renxue and Ling Yuan each took one of Lin Feng's arms, their soft bodies tightly enveloping him.

"Where to go next?"

Lin Feng paused, pondering the map in his mind:

Do you want to go further north?

Qian Renxue tilted her head:

"It's possible, but I've heard that the far north is sparsely populated and the spirit beasts there are much stronger. If we really go there, it seems like there's not much to see."

Lin Feng stroked his chin:

"Not necessarily. It would be good to see more types of soul beasts. I've heard that the soul beasts over there are very different from those in the Star Dou Great Forest."

Lin Feng couldn't quite remember where that place containing the Frost Marrow was.

They had originally thought that if they could go to the place where Huo Yuhao obtained the Frost Marrow, their group could probably get another power-up.

Hey?

Lin Feng suddenly paused, stunned.

Looking back now, that chosen one was truly cheating all along, starting with a million-year soul ring.

Three-life martial soul, demiplane, powerful Eye of Destiny, seven soul spirits, terrifying soul ring configuration.

The ultimate Yin-Yang complementary three-soul core.

Chao, his combat power has been suppressed again. Even the divine position he inherited was forcibly suppressed.

With this kind of upbringing, how could Huo Yuhao possibly lose to Tang San?

Lin Feng shook his head. The version keeps updating, and a certain third party keeps getting stronger. If you can't handle losing, don't play. They keep patching things. They really have no shame.

Chapter 99 Tang San is still fighting for survival

Fasno Province, outside Nottingham.

Holy Soul Village.

In a dilapidated blacksmith shop.

The clanging sound of hammering metal rang out.

"boom."

A tall figure reeked of alcohol, with filthy, messy hair that looked like a tangled bird's nest in a tree.

With a scraggly beard, Tang Hao's eyes showed no emotion whatsoever.

He threw the hammer to the ground, and, supporting his heavy body, slowly walked towards the wooden bed next to the boiler.

The wooden bed was stained with dark yellow grease, clearly caused by people staying on it for a long time without bathing.

Tang Hao lay down casually, his voice low and deep:

"Ten copper soul coins, just give them to the child next to you."

"This is so shoddy! How can this even weed?"

The farmer looked at the crooked sickle in front of him with disgust.

"Ok?"

Tang Hao sat up, a dangerous glint in his eyes.

Although he was extremely unkempt, his still-robust physique, combined with his face and the aura of a Soul Master, made him stand out.

It did a good job of keeping the farmers in line.

"Well, as long as it works, it's fine. As long as it works, it's fine."

The farmer cursed inwardly, picked up the sickle that looked painful, tossed 10 copper soul coins to the child beside him, and ran away.

If you weren't the only blacksmith here, why would anyone bother coming to you?

Chao, next time I'll go to the city to do business, and if I come back to you, I'll be a dog, making money for you and getting nothing in return!

"snort."

Tang Hao snorted and lay back down.

The dark fingers pointed to Tang San, who was stealing—no, taking the remaining iron blocks—by the boiler.

"Go and use that copper soul coin, bring me some wine, and tell the shopkeeper to bring another serving of peanuts."

Tang San, who was thin and dressed in extremely simple clothes, nodded.

Even if the person in front of you, the moment you came into this world, stuffs scalding hot porridge into your mouth, burning your throat.

It took him two years to recover from his injuries by practicing the Xuan Tian Gong.

Even though he never cared about her, cooking and laundry were completely left to her since she was able to stand and walk.

Even though he never called himself son.

Even though he drank heavily and wallowed in depravity, his family remained impoverished.

I could never harbor the slightest resentment towards him.

Because this is Tang San's father.

Regardless of whether he did anything wrong or how he treated me, I only know one thing.

That is absolute obedience and absolute forgiveness.

In my past life, I never experienced fatherly love, but in this life, I must cherish it!

Everything I have suffered before and now is a test and encouragement from my father, and it is absolutely the right thing to do!

"Dad, should we still spend all the money?"

"Um--"

Tang Hao's voice was weak, and soon after he agreed, a faint snoring sound came from behind.

Tang San remained silent, sighing softly to himself. He couldn't save a single penny of this money.

Without funds, my father won't add more iron, and I won't be able to store the raw materials I need. When will Tang Clan's hidden weapons be able to reappear in the world?

"Dad, we're out of rice."

Tang Hao stopped snoring, and his tone seemed somewhat conflicted:

"Then take out four coins, oh no, three coins will do, and go buy rice."

"Yes, and firewood too. Don't buy any; go up the mountain and chop some back. Remember to come back at noon to cook."

Tang San, who was only four years old in this life, pursed his lips:

"Okay, Dad."

Immediately, Tang San set off.

In one morning, he would go up the mountain to chop firewood, go down the mountain to buy rice, wine and peanuts, and return to the blacksmith shop before noon to cook lunch for Tang Hao.

The heavy axe seemed far too large in the hands of four-year-old Tang San.

Tang San struggled to swing the axe in his hand, panting heavily.

I can't sleep well, I don't eat enough, and I still have to work every day.

Even prison would be better than his current life.

Tang San looked around for a while, and the next moment, he activated the Mysterious Heaven Skill, and a faint white light emanated from his hands.

"boom!"

The trunk of the dead tree was chopped down by Tang San.

Tang Hao, hidden in the shadows, had a cold look in his eyes. He had noticed Tang San's strange behavior some time ago.

It's incredible that a young child could survive such a battle without crying or making a fuss.

Although I didn't notice it at first, I was shocked when I realized that the porridge I was feeding him was wrong.