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

Noon arrived quickly, and Tang San started a fire to cook. He quickly rinsed the rice and put it in the pot. He also cleaned a fish that he had kept for himself, rubbed it with salt, stuffed it with ginger slices, and steamed it in the pot.

Tang San squatted in front of the stove, adding firewood, tending the fire, and turning the fish over, his movements fluid and seamless.

Before long, the aroma of food wafted out of the blacksmith's shop.

Tang San carried two bowls of rice, a plate of steamed fish, a plate of stir-fried vegetables, and an egg drop soup, placed them on the table, and called out loudly into the inner room, "Dad, the food is ready!"

After shouting, Tang San didn't care whether Tang Hao heard him or not, and started eating his rice.

A moment later, heavy footsteps came from the inner room. The curtain was lifted, and Tang Hao came out, still looking disheveled and smelling faintly of alcohol.

Tang Hao sat down at the table, his gaze sweeping over the food on it, remaining silent.

Tang San put down his chopsticks and extended his hand to Tang Hao. His palm was facing up, his five fingers spread out, and his movements were exceptionally practiced.

Tang Hao's lips twitched, then he took out a copper soul coin from his pocket and placed it in Tang San's palm with a "snap".

Tang San calmly put away the copper soul coins, then picked up his bowl and chopsticks and continued eating.

Tang San has been following this rule for two years now.

Two years ago, Tang San suddenly realized a problem: he worked hard from dawn to dusk every day, while Tang Hao did nothing but drink and sleep, occasionally making a few farm tools to exchange for some money for alcohol, living like a hands-off boss.

On what grounds?

Tang San had thought it through clearly: in this life, he had no attachment to his father. The Tang San in the original story might have been troubled by paternal love, yearning for Tang Hao's approval and care.

But this Tang San in this life doesn't want any of that, and he understands Tang Hao very well. A mere Super Douluo—does he deserve my pity?

Therefore, starting two years ago, Tang San established a rule: Tang Hao could eat Tang San's cooking, but it would cost one copper soul coin per meal.

If you're a bad father, don't blame me for being petty as your son. I only call you "Dad" because of blood ties.

At first, Tang Hao was naturally very unwilling, throwing a tantrum and slamming his chopsticks down. Fortunately, Tang Hao never laid a hand on Tang San.

Tang San had also figured out Tang Hao's temper, so he naturally wouldn't indulge him. If he didn't want to eat, fine, he would eat it himself.

After a few days of stalemate, Tang Hao finally obediently took out the copper soul coin.

From then on, Tang San cooked, Tang Hao ate, and they paid before each meal, treating everyone fairly. They barely interacted, yet a strange balance was maintained between them.

Tang San was not afraid of what Tang Hao might do.

In this life, Tang San has no secrets, no profound skills, and no hidden weapon techniques.

Tang San's main strengths were that he was more mature and intelligent than other children.

If Tang Hao had any doubts, he could only attribute it to the fact that the child had been forced to rely on himself to survive since childhood, which was why he was so precocious.

Therefore, Tang San was not worried that Tang Hao would suspect that his son had been possessed and then kill him with a single palm strike.

After finishing his meal, Tang Hao silently got up and went back to the inner room. A moment later, muffled snoring could be heard from inside again.

Tang San then tidied up the dishes and chopsticks, took out the copper soul coin he had just received from his waist, and put it together with the six coins he had earned from selling fish that day into the piggy bank by his bedside.

Tang San held the jar in his hands and shook it gently, producing a crisp "clattering" sound.

There are six piggy banks like this by the bedside. Tang San just counted them yesterday. There are 307 silver soul coins and 563 bronze soul coins.

Tang San calculated that if he exchanged it for gold soul coins, he would have thirty-five. For an ordinary family, this was already a very large sum of money.

Nearly half of this came from Tang Hao's food expenses over the past two years, while the rest was saved by Tang San.

The reason there are no gold soul coins is that ordinary people use copper soul coins for daily transactions, and at most silver soul coins. Gold soul coins are something that only the rich and soul masters can afford.

However, Tang San knew that when he went to the city later, he would naturally have to exchange these silver and copper soul coins for gold soul coins so that they would be easier to carry.

Fortunately, although Tang Hao was not a father, he never used Tang San's savings to buy wine.

Tang San thought this was a good thing; everyone was even, and they could each go their own way.

Tang San put the piggy bank back in its place, walked to the door, leaned against the door frame, and looked into the distance.

Tomorrow is the day of Martial Soul Awakening.

The next morning, Tang San went to the river to collect the fish trap as usual. After returning home, he had just finished breakfast and put down his chopsticks when he heard a familiar voice outside.

"Little San, Grandpa's here to pick you up." Old Jack arrived at the blacksmith shop on time and called out to Tang San from outside.

"Grandpa Jack, why are you here so early?" Tang San greeted him with a smile.

"Today is a big day!" Old Jack patted his shoulder, his eyes full of anticipation. "Come on, Grandpa will take you to the Spirit Hall in the center of the village."

"Okay, Grandpa Jack!" Tang San replied and walked out of the blacksmith shop, ignoring Tang Hao who was still fast asleep in the inner room.

Led by Old Jack, Tang San followed him to the Spirit Hall in the center of the village.

Despite being called a "palace," it was actually just a wooden house slightly larger than an ordinary dwelling, with a wooden pole standing at the entrance and a flag embroidered with the Spirit Hall's logo hanging from the top of the pole.

This year, a total of eight children in Holy Soul Village underwent Martial Soul Awakening, and Tang San, led by Old Jack, was the last to arrive.

Everyone else cast strange glances at Tang San, after all, Tang San was a celebrity in Holy Soul Village.

Soon after, a young man dressed in a white outfit with a black cloak draped over his back walked over.

Tang San's heart stirred slightly. This person must be Su Yuntao, the "Blind Douluo" who had many memorable moments in his previous life.

"Hello, esteemed Master of War Souls, I'm troubling you again this time." Old Jack bowed respectfully to Su Yuntao.

Su Yuntao bowed slightly. "I don't have much time, let's begin now."

Old Jack nodded repeatedly, then turned to the children and said, "Children, this is a Soul Master from Notting City. He will guide you in awakening your own Martial Souls. You must cooperate well with the Master during your Martial Soul awakening. Grandpa hopes that some of you will become Soul Masters."

Su Yuntao waved his hand impatiently: "Alright, you said the same thing last year. Is becoming a Soul Master really that easy? I've already visited six villages, and there isn't a single person with Soul Power, nor a suitable Martial Soul."

After saying this, Su Yuntao turned and went into the wooden house.

Tang San and the other eight children filed in. Old Jack and the other parents stayed outside to wait.

Su Yuntao came to the center of the room, turned around, and glanced at the eight children in front of him.

"My name is Su Yuntao, and I am the white-robed deacon of the Spirit Hall in Notting City. My spirit is Lone Wolf, and I am a level 26 Great Spirit Master. I will be your guide. No matter what happens later, don't be afraid."