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

After eating breakfast, Tang San carefully wrapped the Vajra War Hammer with strips of cloth and carried it on his back. He also packed a small bundle containing several changes of clothes. Although they were all coarse cloth garments, they were washed clean and folded neatly.

Everything is ready.

Tang San pushed open the door of the blacksmith shop and glanced back at the house where he had lived for six years.

This is my first "home" in this world.

Tang San remained silent for a few seconds, then turned around, took firm steps, and walked out without looking back.

Inside the blacksmith's shop.

Tang Hao stood by the window, silently watching the small figure walk further and further away through the broken window.

Tang San carried a warhammer wider than himself on his back and a small bundle on his shoulder. His slender figure cast a long shadow in the morning light, and every step he took was firm and steady.

Tang Hao gripped the window frame tightly, closed his eyes, and his Adam's apple bobbed. A complex mix of emotions welled up inside him: guilt, pain, regret…

Nottingham.

Tang San and Old Jack walked all morning and finally arrived at the gate of Notting Junior Soul Master Academy.

Old Jack was getting on in years and had difficulty walking, so Tang San originally said he could come by himself.

But Old Jack was still worried and insisted on sending Tang San over, his attitude resolute and brooking no argument.

Tang San couldn't refuse him, so he had no choice but to agree.

The old man was breathing heavily at that moment, and Tang San felt a pang of sadness, silently keeping this kindness in his heart.

"What are you doing? Is this a place for country bumpkins like you?" A shout interrupted Tang San's thoughts.

As expected, Tang San and his companion were stopped by the young man guarding the gate.

Old Jack quickly stepped forward, smiling obsequiously, "Young man, we're from Holy Soul Village. This child is a work-study student our village sent this year. What procedures do we need to complete?"

"Work-study students?" The gatekeeper frowned, then scoffed. "Can a golden phoenix emerge from a straw hut? Someone from a small village possessing soul power? The academy hasn't had any work-study students for years. You guys aren't imposters, are you?"

Old Jack's face turned bright red, his lips trembled as he tried to argue, but he didn't know where to begin.

Tang San stood aside, watching this scene quietly, his heart unmoved.

Having experienced too many similar situations in his past life, Tang San knew that there seemed to be no problem that a cigarette couldn't solve, and if that didn't work, he'd have a whole pack.

But in this life, Tang San doesn't want to grovel for the sake of survival.

Tang San removed the war hammer from his back, grasped the handle, raised his arm, and thrust the hammer head downwards.

"clang!"

With a loud bang, the floor cracked inch by inch, and a shockwave rolled out.

The young gatekeeper was so shocked by this aura that he took three steps back, looking bewildered and flustered.

Tang San said calmly, "Now, may we go in?"

"Of course, of course, it was my fault for being blind. Please come in, Soul Master!" The gatekeeper dared not object now and hurriedly smiled obsequiously.

Tang San ignored the gatekeeper, put away his warhammer, slung it back over his shoulder, turned around and walked to Old Jack, saying softly, "Grandpa Jack, you can go back now. I can go report by myself."

Old Jack looked at Tang San, nodded, and carefully took out the Martial Soul Awakening Certificate from his pocket, handing it to Tang San: "Then be careful, little San. Grandpa will head back now. Grandpa will come pick you up when you have a holiday."

Tang San took the certificate and solemnly put it into his pocket.

Old Jack reached out and gently patted Tang San's head with his rough palm, then turned and slowly walked back the way he came. After a few steps, he looked back again and waved to Tang San.

Tang San stood there, watching Old Jack's figure gradually disappear around the street corner before turning his gaze away.

Approaching the gatekeeper, he took out two copper soul coins he had prepared beforehand from his pocket and handed them to the gatekeeper, saying, "Next time, don't be so arrogant towards ordinary people. We're all commoners; why should the poor make things difficult for each other?"

The gatekeeper accepted the copper soul coins with surprise and doubt, nodding repeatedly, "Thank you, Soul Master! Thank you, Soul Master!"

Tang San never expects everyone to be a saint, nor does he demand that he become one himself.

Even petty people have their own reasons. Perhaps this gatekeeper can't earn many copper soul coins a month, and he relies on this little bit of extra income to supplement his family's income.

Even sages have their sorrows; though they are high above, they are not necessarily carefree or without desires.

At least Tang San felt that people shouldn't blurt out, "You've already found a way to die," whenever they encounter something unpleasant.

That's the logic of a madman; his personality is distorted, and that's not how a normal person conducts themselves.

Notting Junior Soul Master Academy was much larger than Tang San had imagined.

The bluestone paths crisscross, with neatly trimmed shrubs and flowerbeds on both sides. In the distance, several gray brick teaching buildings are scattered in an orderly fashion. Further in, there seems to be a sizable training ground, and the crisp sound of weapons clashing can be faintly heard.

Groups of two or three students walked by on the road, dressed in their uniforms, chatting and laughing, occasionally casting curious or disdainful glances at Tang San. Some people were whispering and pointing, probably discussing the strange hammer wrapped in cloth on Tang San's back.

Tang San ignored all of this.

Upon arriving at the academy, Tang San did not rush to register. Instead, he looked around, his eyes subtly searching through the crowd, his steps unhurried, as if he were taking a stroll.

Where did Yu Xiaogang go?

According to the original timeline, this useless master should be wandering around the academy right now.

Tang San's disgust for this person never lessened in the slightest, but the contract hung over his head; if he didn't become his disciple, he would die. What could he do? "I can't do it!"

It's disgusting as it may be, but I still need to live.

Tang San walked and stopped, his eyes scanning the surroundings.

The next second, I caught a glimpse of a figure out of the corner of my eye.

A middle-aged man dressed in a dark robe was walking slowly from a side road not far away. He had an ordinary face, a stiff expression, and a rigid and dull air about him. His gait was also somewhat strange, like the hunched posture typical of someone who had been frustrated and unsuccessful for many years.

Tang San's heart skipped a beat: This must be Yu Xiaogang.

Taking a deep breath, Tang San suppressed all the reluctance on his face, put on an innocent and bewildered expression, and quickly went to meet them.

"This teacher!"

Her voice was clear and polite, with just the right amount of timidity that a six-year-old should have, yet still appropriate.

Tang San blocked Yu Xiaogang's path, looked up, and gave him a sweet smile: "I'm here to register. Could you tell me which way to the registration point?"

After speaking, Tang San handed over the Martial Soul Awakening Certificate with both hands, his posture respectful and impeccable.

Yu Xiaogang stopped, glanced down at Tang San, and took the certificate. His gaze fell on the paper, reading it word by word. At first, he was indifferent, but then his eyebrows twitched slightly.

Then, Yu Xiaogang was stunned.

"Blue Silver Grass?"

"Innate full soul power?"