Outrageous! I threw a hundred or so overpowered characters into Douluo Continent.

The cold power in his mind surged again, suppressing his chaotic thoughts. He breathed heavily, and the confusion and fear in his eyes gradually faded.

Just then, the child from the inner room came out carrying a chipped, rough porcelain bowl filled with warm water and gently placed it on the table in front of him.

The child was six years old, wearing faded, patched coarse cloth clothes. He was much thinner than other children his age, but had a pair of exceptionally bright eyes. He had the same eyebrows and eyes as Tang San in the Spirit Hall, but his eyes did not have the peace and composure that comes with love. Instead, they showed a maturity, restraint, and caution far beyond his years.

He was Tang San, whom Tang Hao helped escape from.

He chose the name randomly, making the people of Holy Soul Village believe that he had two more sons, thus better concealing his identity.

This is quite normal for these poor rural people; sometimes, a child is killed in an accident.

Otherwise, they wouldn't have so many children. More children bring more blessings, not to mention that this is a world where martial souls are highly valued. There will always be a child who awakens their martial soul and gains soul power, enabling them to become a great soul master.

Therefore, no one doubted Tang San's identity. They all thought that he had two dead older brothers and only lived with his slovenly father.

From the age of three or four, when he could barely stand and step on a small stool, Tang San had already learned to take care of himself, and incidentally, take care of his slovenly father who was drunk all day long.

My father was always drinking. When he was sober, he would either stare blankly at the wall or stare at me with a complex look that frightened me, muttering revenge and hatred that I couldn't understand. When he was drunk, he would smash things, curse, and vomit all over the floor. Sometimes he would even sleep for a whole day without even getting a sip of water.

When he was hungry, he would stand on a small stool and cook himself some coarse rice porridge. When he was cold, he would pick up the tattered clothes his father had thrown on the ground and wrap them around himself. When his father was drunk, he would clean up the mess on the ground, wipe his father's face and feed him water. When he was too busy with the work at the blacksmith's shop, he would also help to pump the bellows and pass him iron blocks. His small hands developed calluses layer upon layer.

In his six years of life, he never experienced a day of fatherly love. The only person who gave him warmth was Grandpa Jack from the village.

"Dad, have some water. Drinking alcohol all the time is bad for your health."

Tang San's voice was soft, with a childlike innocence, but without a hint of coquetry, only a cautious probing.

Tang Hao raised his eyelids, glanced at him with his cloudy eyes, and said nothing. He simply picked up the bowl, drank the water in one gulp, and then picked up the half-finished jar of wine next to him and took a swig. He was still in that dazed and confused state, as if he had given up on everything.

Tang San silently put away the bowl, turned around and picked up a broom, cleaning up the ceramic shards and wine stains on the ground bit by bit. His movements were so skilled that it was heartbreaking, as if he had done it thousands of times before.

He had just finished sweeping the floor when the broken door of the blacksmith's shop creaked open, and an old man with gray hair and a cane walked in. It was none other than Elder Jack, the village chief of Holy Soul Village.

He was carrying a cloth bag. As soon as he entered the room, he smelled the pungent smell of alcohol and the stench of someone who hadn't showered in a long time. When he saw Tang San, who had just swept the floor and whose face was still covered in dust, his face immediately darkened.

"Hey, come here! Stop busying yourself there, or you'll get splashed by sparks from the stove!"

Old Jack quickly walked over, pulled Tang San behind him, then turned to look at Tang Hao, who was slumped in a chair, and slammed his cane on the ground, starting to curse loudly.

"You son of a bitch, Tang Dachui! Look at yourself! All you do is drink! The child is only six years old. He's been cooking, washing clothes, and cleaning the shop for you since he was three or four. Don't you feel guilty as his father?!"

Tang Hao raised his eyelids, glanced at Old Jack indifferently, said nothing, and took another swig of wine, completely unmoved by reason.

"you!"

Old Jack was so angry his mustache stood on end: "If it weren't for your decent blacksmithing skills, making cheap and durable farm tools for the villagers, I would have kicked you out of Holy Soul Village long ago! Look at yourself, in this village, which father is like you? Living a life of debauchery every day, you don't even care about your children! How can you face your children's deceased mother? I shouldn't have taken you in back then!"

Upon hearing the word "mother," Tang Hao abruptly stopped, a flash of malice crossing his cloudy eyes as he stared intently at Old Jack: "My affairs are none of your business."

"I can't be bothered with you! But I can't watch such a good kid like Tang San suffer his whole life because of you!"

Old Jack trembled with anger. He released Tang San's hand, opened the cloth bag in his hand, took out two white steamed buns and a piece of cooked cured meat, stuffed them into Tang San's hand, and said softly, "Little San, take these. These are steamed buns and cured meat that your Grandma Zhiton just steamed. Eat them while they're hot. Don't follow your father around, drinking that little bit of unhealthy brown rice porridge every day. It's ruining your health."

If it weren't for his help, he was afraid that Tang San might have starved to death by Tang Dachui.

Tang San took the steamed bun, clutching it tightly in his little hand. He looked up at Old Jack, his clear eyes glistening with tears, and whispered, "Thank you, Grandpa Jack."

"Don't thank me, poor child."

Old Jack patted his head, sighed, and glared at Tang Hao before softening his tone and speaking gently to Tang San, "Little San, Grandpa has something important to tell you today."

Tang San blinked, looking at him with a puzzled expression: "What is it, Grandpa Jack?"

"In a few days, the Awakening Master from the Spirit Hall will be coming to our village to awaken the Spirits of all the children who have turned six!" Old Jack smiled, his tone full of anticipation. "As long as you awaken your Spirit and are found to have innate Spirit Power, you can become a Spirit Master! Then you can go to the Spirit Master Academy in Notting City to learn skills, broaden your horizons, and make a name for yourself in the future!"

As he spoke, he squeezed Tang San's little hand tightly again, his tone full of heartache and expectation: "Once you become a Soul Master, you can leave this broken blacksmith shop, get rid of your irresponsible father, and no longer have to be his slave every day and suffer with him. Grandpa has already registered you, and Grandpa will take you to awaken your Martial Soul!"

Soul Master?

Tang San's eyes lit up instantly.

He had heard the adults in the village say that Soul Masters were the most prestigious profession on the continent. Powerful Soul Masters could fly and escape into the earth, possessing immense power. Even the weakest Soul Master could escape the fate of toiling in the fields for the rest of their lives.

He never imagined that he would have the opportunity to become a Soul Master.

But just then, a thought that he had secretly kept hidden for a long time suddenly popped up again.

When the adults in the village had nothing to do, they would often gather together to discuss the major events of six years ago, specifically the human traitor Tang Hao, who was wanted throughout the entire continent.

They said that Tang Hao had a child with a 100,000-year-old soul beast, and the child was born exactly six years ago, making him about the same age as them.

They also said that the traitor Tang Hao was a member of the Clear Sky Sect, wielded a Clear Sky Hammer, and was a one-armed Title Douluo.

One-armed...surname Tang...a child from six years ago...