Douluo Continent: Possessing Tang San's Body, Inheriting Life and Destruction

Tang San embarked on a difficult path of self-reliance.

The first thing to do is solve the problem of food.

Tang Hao's income from blacksmithing was more than enough to make ends meet, but he always spent it on alcohol, leaving Tang San to find his own way to eat.

Relying on his previous life's survival skills and experience, Tang San wove sturdy nets and fish traps from vines and set them up in a small river not far from his home. When he went to collect them early the next morning, he could often catch several large fish.

When the harvest is plentiful, in addition to feeding themselves, they can also exchange it with other villagers for coarse salt and rice.

Besides fishing, Tang San also started setting traps to catch rabbits.

Tang San bent several lassos from old iron wire he found in the blacksmith's shop and tied them to the bushes and paths that the rabbits often passed by.

It has to be said that rabbits have a very strong reproductive capacity, and the Douluo Continent is a relatively primitive world with a lot of wild rabbits. Tang San can often catch a whole bunch of them.

Tang San took the fish and rabbits he couldn't finish eating to the market to exchange for some money. Gradually, Tang San also accumulated a small amount of savings.

While other children were playing and having fun, Tang San had to struggle for his own survival.

As the days went by, Tang San's physical condition gradually improved, and his face regained some color.

After solving his basic needs for food and clothing, Tang San began to train his body every day, drawing on his training experience from his previous life.

Tang San knew the importance of physical fitness. Rock climbing is a sport that demands extremely high levels of strength, endurance, flexibility, and coordination.

In my past life, I was able to conquer those treacherous rock walls not only because of courage, but also because of my daily hard training.

Although he has been reborn and his body has become that of a child, the memories of the training are still deeply etched in his mind.

In addition to running to improve his physical fitness, Tang San also enhanced his strength through monotonous exercises such as push-ups, squats, and pull-ups.

In addition, Tang San also carefully observed Tang Hao's movements and power exertion techniques while Tang Hao was forging.

Tang San knew very well that Tang Hao was using the Chaotic Cloak Hammer Technique, and also knew that learning this hammer technique could strengthen one's physique.

Although Tang San couldn't swing the large hammer, he could use a small hammer to train the strength of his arms, calves, and shoulders.

Of course, with Tang Hao's strength, he had already discovered that Tang San was secretly learning the Chaotic Cloak Hammer Technique.

But perhaps feeling guilty, Tang Hao turned a blind eye and let him learn if he wanted to.

Even when Tang San was observing, he would deliberately slow down the speed of his hammer swings so that Tang San could see it more clearly.

Through this accumulation of imitation and understanding, although Tang Hao never personally taught him, Tang San gradually learned the Chaotic Cloak Hammer Technique.

Three years have passed in the blink of an eye.

Tang San has grown from a frail toddler who could be blown away by the wind into a strong and healthy six-year-old boy.

People in Douluo Continent generally develop quickly. In the past three years, Tang San has paid great attention to his nutrition. In addition, Tang Hao's genes are indeed good. Tang San's height has also increased to 1.3 meters. His hammer-wielding arms are thick and powerful, and he has a muscular body with broad shoulders and a strong build.

The villagers all said that Tang San was so sensible that it was heartbreaking; at such a young age, he was already able to manage his small family so well.

On this day, just as dawn was breaking, Tang San got up, washed up, and walked along the path to the riverbank.

Tang San skillfully retrieved the fish traps that had been sunk into the river the day before, about a dozen of them.

After gathering all the fish and counting them, I found six or seven large fish, each about the length of a calf, jumping and splashing around in the cage.

Tang San smiled slightly, picked out the largest one from the cage, which weighed more than four pounds, and put the rest back into the wooden bucket he carried with him, filled it with clean water, carried it on his shoulder, and walked along the ridge of the field towards the village elder Jack's house.

Old Jack's house was at the east end of the village. Tang San had just reached the gate of the courtyard when he saw Old Jack sitting on the threshold.

"Grandpa Jack!" Tang San stepped forward and called out loudly.

Old Jack looked up and saw it was Tang San. The wrinkles on his face softened a bit: "Oh, Little San's here!"

Tang San handed over the largest fish in his hand: "Grandpa Jack, you had a good harvest today. I picked the biggest one for you!"

Old Jack looked down at the large fish that weighed over four pounds, then looked up at Tang San's sun-darkened face, feeling a slight surge of emotion.

Old Jack didn't take the fish. Instead, he waved his hand firmly and said, "No need, Xiao San. We haven't finished the one you gave me yesterday. Take it to the market and sell it! This fish can be exchanged for two copper soul coins. Keep it for when you awaken your martial soul and go to school."

Although the chances of an ordinary person awakening innate soul power and becoming a soul master are slim, Old Jack has always been convinced that Tang San will definitely awaken innate soul power.

"Grandpa Jack!"

"Listen to me!" Old Jack pretended to be stern, but his eyes were full of kindness. "Grandpa Jack may be old, but I'm not starving yet. You don't need to worry about this old man all the time..."

Tang San knew Old Jack's temper, so he smiled helplessly and had no choice but to put the big fish back into the wooden bucket.

"That's right." Old Jack nodded in satisfaction, then, as if remembering something, his tone became serious. "By the way, Little Three, Grandpa has something to tell you."

Tang San was slightly taken aback and looked up at Old Jack.

Old Jack stood up: "Tomorrow, a Soul Master from the Spirit Hall will come to our village to help awaken the Martial Souls of the eligible children. You're already six years old, so you'd better prepare well."

"Okay, Grandpa Jack!" Tang San's heart stirred slightly, and he nodded obediently.

After saying goodbye to Old Jack, Tang San carried the wooden buckets and walked along the country road toward the market.

The so-called market didn't actually have any formal shops. It was simply a trading point agreed upon by villagers from several villages within a ten-mile radius. It was located on both sides of a country road intersection, and every day, villagers from nearby areas would bring their own produce to trade with each other.

It's called a market, but it's more like a small open-air market.

When Tang San arrived, several stalls had already been set up.

"Hey, Tang San's here!" Aunt Wang, who sells vegetables, was the first to see Tang San and greeted him warmly.

"Hello, Aunt Wang." Tang San nodded with a smile.

"Caught fish again today?" Old Zhao, the hunter, came over, glanced into the wooden bucket, and clicked his tongue in amazement. "Good heavens, these are all quite big! You've got some skills, much better than your drunkard father."

Tang San smiled noncommittally, scooped out the two largest fish from the bucket, and placed them on several large leaves that had been prepared in advance.

Tang San didn't shout out his wares; he simply squatted quietly by the roadside and waited.

Tang San was already a familiar face in this small circle.

The villagers in the surrounding area all knew this sensible child and patronized Tang San's business. Tang San's fish were fresh and reasonably priced, and they would often sell out in less than half an hour.

Sure enough, not long after, the six large fish were sold.

Tang San put the six copper soul coins he had earned that day into the small cloth bag sewn into his waistband, patted it, picked up the empty bucket, and returned.

By the time we returned from the market, the sun was high in the sky.

Tang San went straight back to the blacksmith shop, which was completely different from what it had been three years ago. A fence had been erected around the entrance to a courtyard, with some vegetables planted on the right and some chickens raised on the left, creating a lively atmosphere.

Tang San raised six or seven hens. These hens were chicks that Tang San asked Old Jack to help hatch, and then he raised them himself, so that he could eat eggs every day and occasionally have a chicken soup.

Walking up to the chicken coop, Tang San opened the door, reached into the coop, took out three eggs, and carefully put them away.

After watering the vegetable garden, he returned to the shop and began using the Chaotic Cloak Hammering Technique to forge farm tools for the villagers.