In Douluo Continent, Tang San raids my base right from the start.

Chapter 7: The mistress has no choice but to suffer for now!

the other side.

Tang Hao found Tang San among the rubble outside the door.

His chest was sunken, his right arm was twisted and broken, his clothes were tattered, and there was blood everywhere.

A quick glance revealed that the wounds inflicted by rubble and charcoal fragments covered almost the entire lower body and limbs, with bloodstains even on his genitals, making Tang Hao feel anxious, annoyed, and furious.

But there was no time to think further, and he didn't care about his injuries. He quickly picked up Tang San, glanced back at his burning home, and ran across the river.

"I need a room and a basin of hot water," Tang Hao said grimly to his neighbor who was rushing to put out the fire.

"Saving the child is the priority! Quick, come into my house!" The neighbor closest to Tang Hao's house responded urgently, turning around to lead the way. Tang Hao followed quickly into the house.

"What are you looking at? Quick, put out the fire!" Other villagers rushed into the house to put out the fire, some carrying things and others moving things around.

"Did the oven explode?" Old Jack and his family, who arrived shortly afterward, joined the rescue efforts.

The young children were ordered to only observe from a distance and not to approach, and Zhu Wu was among them.

"I didn't expect it to be so powerful. After all, it's an adobe house, so its strength isn't that great." Looking around, half of the wall of the blacksmith shop, which is near the left side of the main house, has collapsed.

"I wonder how Tang San is doing now?"

As someone who arrived later, he only then learned that Tang Hao had carried Tang San, who was covered in blood, into the neighbor's house.

After a moment's thought, he turned and ran towards his neighbor's house.

Upon entering the house, several women stood outside the wooden bedroom door. Looking through the crack in the door, one could see that Tang San had already fainted and was lying quietly on the bed, covered in blood.

Tang Hao, also covered in blood, sat grimly on the edge of the bed, holding a white cloth in his hand, with a basin of hot water at his feet. Clearly, he was cleaning Tang San's wounds.

Damn it, they're still not dead. Zhu Wu was speechless.

"Could Tang San truly be the chosen one?"

"Well, it's also due to the limited conditions. After all, the furnace is mainly made of mud bricks, so it's not very hard and it shatters easily when it explodes. My gunpowder is the same; it's encased in clay. If the furnace were made of red bricks or something, and the gunpowder casing were changed, perhaps the result would be different."

He sighed inwardly and looked down.

He raised an eyebrow. "It seems he's injured his testicles. No wonder Tang Hao looks so pale. His right wrist is so swollen; it's clearly fractured. I wonder if it will affect his ability to use hidden weapons in the future."

Soon, in sight, Tang Hao, with his back to the bed, trembled as he picked up a small lump and threw it into the basin of water beside him.

"." As a practical veterinarian who had removed countless animal eggs, Zhu Wu did not feel much discomfort, but still silently turned around and walked out the door.

"Tang San, the title of Lonely Gait Hero is rightfully yours from now on," he thought to himself as he walked.

"After this battle, Tang Hao will probably keep a close eye on Tang San, making it difficult for him to strike again. However, having achieved such a feat, it can be considered a great revenge."

"Besides, there's still a long way to go, and there will be plenty of opportunities in the future."

Meanwhile, in Tang San's bedroom, Old Jack's son, Jerry, remained silent.

He found the herb that Zhu Wu had lost under Tang San's bed. Although he didn't understand it, it was exactly the same as Zhu Wu had described. Even though it was only half left and had dried up, it was still clear that it was the same herb that Zhu Wu had lost.

Therefore, Tang San stole the items.

But now that Tang San has awakened his innate full soul power and is destined to become a Soul Master, he thought a lot. Although he disliked Tang Hao and was also unhappy that Tang San was a thief at such a young age, he had to admit that his family couldn't afford to offend a Soul Master.

Even if one possesses a useless martial soul, a Soul Master is still a Soul Master.

After a brief internal struggle, I silently put the box back under the bed. This could be discussed privately, but it absolutely could not be revealed in public.

"Moreover, Tang San has finally gotten his just desserts this time." Thinking this, he strode out the door.

"This room wasn't affected, and the fire outside is under control, so let's not touch anything inside."

He called out to the surrounding villagers and ran off to move things from other places.

"Alright, everyone, you can all leave now." Old Jack waved to the onlookers to leave.

Seeing this, Zhu Wu glanced at Tang Hao's house and followed the group away.

Based on the situation at the scene, Tang Hao clearly prioritized rescuing people over searching for evidence. Now, the accident site is engulfed in fire, and after considerable firefighting and rubble removal efforts by surrounding villagers, it's unrecognizable. The smoke from the gunpowder explosion has long since dissipated, making it difficult for Tang Hao, who lacks knowledge of gunpowder, to find evidence of human involvement. This is obviously good news.

I returned home in a good mood and continued my daily routine.

After a long time, at the neighbor's house in the west of the village, Tang Hao wrapped Tang San in a white cloth and turned him into a big rice dumpling.

"Hey, Tang Hao, keep a close eye on Xiao San. I'll have someone help rebuild the house," Old Jack comforted him.

"Hmm." Tang Hao nodded slightly, looking down at Tang San's pale face, lost in thought.

Should we retrieve Ah Yin's soul bone and let Xiao San absorb it? That way, he could recover faster.

Given his son Tang San's current injuries, and the difficulty in finding a healing Soul Master, he will likely need to lie in bed for at least two months to fully recover, even with only medication.

Allowing his son to absorb the Blue Silver Emperor Soul Bone now would affect many things later on. Registering as a Soul Master requires a Soul Power test, as does applying to intermediate and advanced academies, the Great Soul Arena, and the Soul Master Tournament. He didn't believe his youngest son, a mere child, could conceal this. A Blue Silver Grass Martial Soul with innate full Soul Power might not attract too much attention, as evidenced by the fact that the deacon hadn't invited his son to join the Spirit Hall.

However, if you're above level 10, absorbing soul bones will increase your soul power, and any excess soul power will manifest after absorbing a soul ring. If your soul power increases excessively after absorbing the first soul ring, it will definitely attract attention. Similarly, if your soul power surpasses that of your peers later on, it will also attract attention.

In particular, it attracted the attention of the Spirit Hall.

Thus, worldly experience becomes difficult to undertake, and participation in the subsequent Soul Master Competition becomes impossible. Without worldly experience, one's temperament will be unstable, and how will one eventually pass the Hell Road? He can usually provide covert protection, but some things ultimately require personal experience.

To grow into a powerful figure, this is a necessary process; too much interference and excessive protection will only backfire.

Besides, spirit rings have a transformative effect on the body. My son is born with full spirit power, is young, and has good physical recovery ability. Once he absorbs the first spirit ring, his body will naturally return to its peak and there will be no hidden dangers.

Besides what has already been cut off…

Sigh, I guess I'll just have to put up with the mistress for now.

Rather than delaying his recovery, he was more worried that it would affect his plans for his son's future.

Seeing Tang Hao's indifferent attitude, Old Jack was not angry. He shook his head slightly, leaned on his cane, and turned to leave.

In the afternoon, seeing that Tang San was no longer in danger, Tang Hao returned to his blacksmith shop and carefully examined the place.

Someone was home during the day, and the door was tightly closed at night. If someone moved the door to enter, his senses would definitely have detected it. This means that no one had entered his house in the past few days. As for other traces, they had already been partially destroyed when the villagers rushed to put out the fire, and the slag outlet at the center of the explosion had been reduced to fragments, mixed with the surrounding burn marks, making it pitch black.

I searched several times, but still had no clue.

All the evidence points to this not being a deliberate explosion, and he doesn't believe the villagers of this small village possess such capabilities. As for the Spirit Hall discovering his whereabouts, if that were true, it wouldn't be as simple as an explosion; it would be a large-scale encirclement and killing.

"Could it really have just been an accident, with the charcoal fire overheating and causing an explosion?"

Such incidents were not unprecedented in blacksmith shops, but this was the first time he had personally experienced one.

Crucially, his only child was seriously injured, and he almost lost his lineage.

Losing one child won't necessarily mean losing fertility, but it will still have some impact, and it's not a good thing.

Thinking back to the perilous situation and the subsequent rescue, Tang Hao felt a wave of fear wash over him. His expression shifted between anger and uncertainty, and it took him a while to calm down and accept the reality that it was most likely an accident. At the same time, he made a firm decision: in the future, when rebuilding the furnace and using coal and charcoal, he would be extremely careful in selecting materials to prevent a recurrence of such an accident. He truly didn't want to experience what happened today again.

He took a deep breath to calm himself and stabilize his injuries, then turned and walked toward his neighbor's house.

"Dad, I found the herbs Xiao Wu lost under Tang San's bed." Jerry whispered to Old Jack.

Old Jack was taken aback, then his face turned ugly and he fell silent.

After a long while, he sighed, "Now this child has finally gotten his just desserts. Let's leave it at that."

Jerry nodded slightly. "With the house blown up like this, it's probably divine retribution!"

"I never expected that Tang San, who usually keeps a low profile and seems so sensible, would be stealing behind the scenes."

"Alas, it's all Tang Hao's fault for drinking all day long, squandering his family's wealth, and neglecting his child all the time, which is why the child has gone astray."

"This Tang Hao is truly unworthy of being a father!"

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A few days later, the New Year finally arrived, and every household in Shenghun Village was decorated with lanterns and colorful decorations.

"Damn it!" Tang San, whose body was wrapped in cloth, lay in his bedroom with a terrible expression.

Tap tap tap, footsteps sounded, and Tang Hao walked in carrying a wooden bowl, filling the entire bedroom with the pungent smell of Chinese medicine.

"Grandpa, here you go." Inside the house in the north of the village, Zhu Wu served food to his grandfather, Zhu Gang, and they were enjoying a happy New Year together.

The world was only achieved for the first time when Tang San was injured.

(End of this chapter)