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Bab 5: Chapter 5: The Blacksmithing Boy

Huo Yuhao looked at the bracelet handed to him, then glanced up and stared deeply at Zhu Lu.

However, Zhu Lu didn't notice the change in Huo Yuhao's expression. She quickly glanced at Dai Huabin nearby and pushed the bracelet closer to Huo Yuhao.

"You'd better move quickly. I might not be able to cover for you much longer."

"…"

Huo Yuhao took a deep breath and accepted the bracelet, his voice softening noticeably.

"Thank you. I'll return this to you next time we meet."

As the former God of Emotions, he was extremely sensitive to emotions. Even though his godly powers were now gone, he could still easily judge whether a six-year-old child was lying by observing their eyes and emotional state.

Her help wasn't just about the money. With the storage bracelet, he could pack his mother's belongings much faster and wouldn't need to carry a cumbersome bag as they left the Duke's Mansion.

Leaving the mansion was inevitable.

Even if he hadn't severely injured Dai Huabin, he couldn't let his mother stay here any longer. Once his Martial Soul Awakening was discovered by the Duchess, oppression was certain. Staying here would only lead to a repeat of the tragedies from his past life. Injuring Dai Huabin merely expedited his plans.

As for whether his mother would be willing to leave, he already had a plan. This time, no matter what it took—even if it meant deceiving her—he would ensure they left this place.

Only after Huo Yuhao's figure disappeared into the woods did Zhu Lu withdraw her gaze. She kicked a stone at her feet absentmindedly, but it unexpectedly bounced off a tree and hit Dai Huabin square in the head.

With a loud "thud," Dai Huabin jerked as if electrocuted, his injuries worsening as a result.

Zhu Lu was startled at first, but then she couldn't help but burst out laughing at the absurdity of the situation. Her lingering fear dissipated, replaced by a rapidly growing curiosity.

Who would have thought that her visit to the Duke's Mansion—where she had merely accompanied her mother and was coaxed into approaching this highly talented second son—would allow her to witness such a shocking scene?

The entire battle could only be described as overwhelming. A boy her age, without even a single spirit ring, had effortlessly defeated four guards. No one would believe it if she told them.

"What kind of person will he be the next time we meet?" she wondered.

Tianhun Empire.

Tian Dou City.

Over the course of ten thousand years, the landscape had changed significantly, but to honor the prosperity of the former Tiandou Empire, the Tianhun Empire had retained the symbolic name for its capital city.

In an unremarkable alley within the city stood a humble-looking blacksmith shop. The dilapidated sign, covered in dust, faintly displayed the words "Old Tang's Blacksmith Shop." Inside the shop were a few scattered suits of armor forged from refined iron and some well-crafted swords and knives.

A boy who appeared no more than five or six years old sat on the steps at the shop's entrance, staring blankly at the sparsely populated street in front of him. This boy was none other than Tang San, the former Enforcer of the God Realm, who had just triumphed in the political struggle of the gods, only to be betrayed by his son-in-law and dragged into a time vortex where both of them perished together.

Memories from his previous life flooded his mind. With his unparalleled wisdom and brilliant schemes, he had successfully won the power struggle against the God of Destruction. The God of Destruction, sensing an impending temporal anomaly that only Tang San could faintly detect, had sacrificed himself to protect the God Realm.

With the departure of the God of Destruction and the Goddess of Life, all four senior members of the God Realm Committee, who had served longer than Tang San, were now gone.

A realm cannot remain leaderless for even a day. For the sake of the God Realm, Tang San had naturally taken on the responsibility.

Yet, just as he was about to fully assume control of the God Realm, his son-in-law, the God of Emotions, Huo Yuhao, had betrayed him at a critical moment, teaming up with the remnants of the God of Destruction's followers to launch a surprise attack on him!

Recalling this, a flicker of coldness appeared in Tang San's eyes.

"Huo Yuhao, I raised you as my successor, and you betrayed me for the sake of a mere spirit beast. Your ungratefulness is unforgivable—you've already sealed your fate!"

After merging with the memories of his current body, Tang San realized he had reincarnated back into the Douluo Continent, during the era ten thousand years before, when Huo Yuhao was still alive and active.

Whether by fate or coincidence, this body was also named Tang San. According to what his father had drunkenly muttered in his sleep, this name was given because his father had been bullied by his third-ranking brother in childhood. As a result, the father had named his son Tang San. But ever since Tang San was old enough to understand, he had suffered beatings and scoldings from his father.

His father in this life, Tang Ba, was once a member of the Clear Sky Clan. Ranked eighth among his peers, he was named Tang Ba. However, after violating the clan's rules, he became a sinner of the clan and was stripped of his spirit power before being banished.

Without his spirit power, Tang Ba could only rely on his Clear Sky Hammer martial soul to find work as a blacksmith in Tian Dou City. The neighbors referred to him as "Old Eight."

Normally, someone from the Clear Sky Clan would at least be decent at blacksmithing. While not becoming wealthy, with such skills, they should be able to make a living.

However, the problem lay with Tang Ba himself. Even though he had been banished from the Clear Sky Clan, he retained the pride typical of members of hidden, prestigious sects. In the first few years of running his blacksmith shop, he refused to take any orders for simple farming tools, only accepting requests to forge armor and weapons.

But armor and weapons were typically commissioned by the empire's military, and they had their own blacksmiths. Any overflow orders were quickly snatched up by better-connected blacksmiths, leaving none for Tang Ba, whose shop was tucked away in an obscure corner and had little reputation.

Moreover, this was now the age of soul tools. The Tianhun Empire had shifted its focus to soul tools, leaving armor and weapons less in demand. With fewer buyers, blacksmiths had to undercut one another on prices, making it difficult to earn much from forging armor or weapons.

In contrast, blacksmiths who could take on commissions to craft soul tool components could easily make a fortune. While blacksmiths couldn't craft the core arrays of soul tools, they could make the outer shells. With the empire pouring vast amounts of resources into soul tool development to keep up with the Sun Moon Empire, even a small slice of the market was enough for blacksmiths to earn a fortune.

However, as a staunch traditionalist from the Clear Sky Clan, which despised soul tools, Tang Ba refused to take any orders related to soul tools. In his drunken rages, he would even curse the Sun Moon Empire and soul tools in front of Tang San.

Just as Tang San was piecing together the memories of his six-year-old self, an angry voice echoed from inside the shop.

"Tang San! Where the hell are you? Get back here and eat!"

(End of Chapter)


Bab 6: Chapter 6: What, Awakening a Martial Soul Requires Payment?

Hearing the voice, Tang San slightly frowned. He stood up, dusted off the dirt from his pants, and walked toward the shop.

Although his memories showed that this father often beat and scolded him, for someone who had never really experienced fatherly love in either of his past two lives, just having someone to call "Dad" and make him food after he turned six was already satisfying enough.

In his first life, he was an orphan, and in his second life, Tang Hao had never shown him any fatherly love during his childhood. Tang San had even taken on the responsibility of cooking, and the task had fallen entirely on him.

As for their living conditions, being in Heaven Dou City, where land was extremely valuable, it was already Tang Ba's limit to lease a small shop. So, they made do with the back part of the shop, where the forge was located, for both living and working.

Heaven Dou City was located in the northern part of the continent, where the temperature remained low for most of the year. Sleeping near the forge allowed them to use the heat from the furnace to stay warm.

Upon entering the forging room, Tang San saw a scruffy, disheveled middle-aged man carrying two plates of food from the back kitchen. As soon as the man saw Tang San, his face darkened visibly.

"Always coming back the moment food's ready. I have to serve you all the time, and you can't even bring the food to the table yourself. Useless brat! Do you expect me to feed you too?!"

This man was, of course, Tang Ba, Tang San's father in this new life.

Seeing Tang San lower his head and remain silent, Tang Ba snorted coldly and motioned toward the pile of empty wine bottles with a jerk of his chin.

"Go fetch me two bottles of wine."

"Yes, Dad."

Tang San rummaged through the pile of empty bottles for a while before a look of awkwardness appeared on his face. Looking toward Tang Ba, he whispered, "Dad, it seems like all the wine has been drunk."

Hearing this, Tang Ba clicked his tongue irritably. After searching his body and finding only two silver soul coins, his expression grew even more displeased.

The business at the forge wasn't doing well, and they never knew when the next job would come in. If they spent the remaining money on wine, they might not have enough to eat for the next few days.

"Fine, get over here and eat. Why didn't your mother take you with her when she left? Now I can't even afford wine..."

Tang Ba unceremoniously vented his frustrations on Tang San before sitting down heavily in his seat and starting to eat.

There were only two dishes on the table, one of which had a few bits of meat—something Tang Ba used to accompany his wine.

Naturally, the dish Tang San could eat was the plain, vegetable-only one. But this was no big deal to him. After all, he had endured days in his past life where he could only drink porridge.

After all, this man was his father!

In Tang San's eyes, regardless of how wrong a father might be, a father was still a father. He had heard a saying in his first life: "Of all virtues, filial piety is the most important."

Though he was an orphan in that life, he deeply agreed with the sentiment, yearning to have a family of his own. Perhaps this yearning was what moved the heavens, allowing him to have a father in every life after that.

As for the mother his father had just mentioned, Tang San had a vague impression of her. She was a very beautiful woman. While not a peerless beauty, she was striking enough to stand out among ordinary people.

As for how his parents met, Tang San remembered hearing stories from his mother during his childhood. Tang Ba, upon arriving in Heaven Dou City, had been proud and ambitious, but his life had been difficult in the first few years. However, his luck wasn't bad. Because he hailed from the Haotian Sect, he occasionally received orders to forge hidden weapons for the Tang Sect, the strongest sect on the continent from ten thousand years ago.

Even though the Tang Sect had declined, it was still struggling to survive, allowing Tang Ba to earn some money. His life gradually improved, and it was during this time that Tang San's mother, impressed by Tang Ba's skills, married him. Two years later, Tang San was born.

But the good times didn't last. The Tang Sect continued to decline, and before long, they stopped sending orders to Tang Ba. With his primary source of income gone, Tang Ba succumbed to the pressures of life and developed a drinking habit, frequently arguing with Tang San's mother. The arguments eventually escalated into domestic violence.

At first, his mother had hoped that Tang Ba would overcome his difficulties and return to his former self, but all she got was disappointment after disappointment. Finally, when Tang San was four years old, unable to bear it any longer, she abandoned both her husband and child and left.

From that point on, Tang Ba's drinking problem worsened. He not only cursed the Tang Sect when he was drunk but also directed all his anger at Tang San, blaming him for being abandoned by his wife.

It was worth noting that Tang Ba had named his son "Tang San" to vent his frustrations over the injustices he had faced in the Haotian Sect. Now, with the additional burden of his wife's departure, the beatings and scolding only became more severe.

However, for the current Tang San, this wasn't a big deal. After all, filial piety was paramount, and no matter how his father treated him, he was still his father.

As luck would have it, although Tang San's mother was an ordinary person without any soul power, her martial soul was the Blue Silver Grass, while his father's martial soul was the Haotian Hammer.

Thinking about this, Tang San couldn't help but feel a sense of destiny welling up within him. Excited, he looked up at Tang Ba and asked, "Dad, I'm six years old now. When can I awaken my martial soul?"

Tang Ba frowned, giving him a look as if he were an idiot. "Why bother awakening your martial soul? If I had that kind of money, I could drink for days. Be grateful I'm feeding you. And you want to spend my money to awaken a martial soul?"

Hearing this, Tang San was momentarily stunned and instinctively asked, "Isn't martial soul awakening free?"

"Free?" Tang Ba sneered. "There's a way to get it for free. Join some noble family as a servant, or enlist in the army, and you'll get a free awakening. When you're older, I can send you there."

"But I heard that ten thousand years ago, the Spirit Hall would awaken martial souls for commoners for free."

Hearing this, Tang Ba raised an eyebrow. "Oh? Seems like you've picked up something other than food while lazing around. You even know about the Spirit Hall? Who told you that?"

But before Tang San could answer, Tang Ba continued, his tone laced with mockery. "The Spirit Hall did offer free awakenings, but where is the Spirit Hall now? It was wiped out ten thousand years ago."

For a brief moment, Tang San's face stiffened. If he were still a god, he wouldn't care about whether or not he could awaken a martial soul. After all, the Divine Realm had strict rules prohibiting gods from interfering in lower realms.

As one of the three enforcers of the Divine Realm, Tang San had always adhered to these rules.

It was precisely because of his strict observance of these rules that the God of Evil and the God of Good had entrusted the Divine Realm to him before they left, placing high hopes on him.

Yet now, he was faced with the bitter fruit of the seeds he had sown ten thousand years ago.

And he had no choice but to taste it himself.

(End of Chapter)


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