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

These words, like needles, would prick his brain from time to time.

Looking at his father's disfigured face, his father's wooden prosthetic arm, and his father's constant hiding and never daring to discuss outside matters with the villagers, he had secretly suspected him more than once.

Could his own father be Tang Hao, the traitor despised by the entire continent?

Could I be the bastard child they're talking about, born from a human and a soul beast?

Reborn into this world, his identity is unexpectedly ruined from the very beginning.

What are we going to do?

The thought sent chills down his spine.

But he quickly shook his head vigorously, forcefully banishing the terrible thought from his mind.

Impossible, absolutely impossible.

That Tang Hao is a traitor who betrayed the entire human race, a demon who colluded with soul beasts, and a wanted criminal whom everyone on the continent wants to kill.

But his own father, although he drank every day, never cared about him, and never gave him a kind look, was still his biological father. He had never harmed him or done anything immoral. He was just a down-on-his-luck ugly blacksmith.

How could he be such a heinous scoundrel? And how could I be such a bastard that everyone hates?

Tang San gripped the steamed bun in his hand, raised his head, looked at Old Jack with an astonishingly bright light in his eyes, and nodded heavily: "Thank you, Grandpa Jack. I will definitely awaken my martial soul and gain soul power. I want to become a soul master!"

"Good, good lad, you have ambition and spirit!"

Old Jack laughed heartily, patted him on the shoulder, and looked very pleased.

Tang Hao, standing to the side, continued to drink with his head down, seemingly oblivious to their conversation. However, his left hand, hanging by his side, was clenched into a fist, with veins bulging on the back of his hand.

Soul Master? Martial Soul Awakening?

Even if he was unsure of himself and afraid of awakening some terrible martial soul, this was his only chance.

After all, he wasn't sure whether Tang San was human or some other kind of mutant like the Wolf Bandits.

Old Jack gave Tang San a few more instructions on the precautions for awakening his martial soul, then scolded Tang Hao a couple more times before leaning on his cane and storming off.

The blacksmith shop returned to silence, with only the gurgling of Tang Hao's wine and the soft rustling of Tang San nibbling on his steamed bun.

Tang San carefully wrapped up half a steamed bun and most of a piece of cured meat, put them in his bosom, and planned to give them to his father when he sobered up.

He looked up at the window and saw the distant green mountains stretching endlessly. He didn't know that the great battle that changed his life six years ago had taken place on the other side of those mountains.

Little did he know that in Wuhun City, thousands of miles away, there was a child who looked exactly like him, who had just awakened twin martial souls of the same origin as him, and was cherished by the strongest people on the entire continent, possessing warmth and light that he could never have dreamed of in his life.

From the moment he was born, he and his brother, whom he had never met and who shared the same bloodline, embarked on two completely opposite paths.

Tang Hao finished the last sip of wine, stood up unsteadily, walked out of the blacksmith's shop, and looked at the wanted poster on the village bulletin board. The poster was still clear, though the edges were torn by the wind. It depicted his original appearance and read, "Tang Hao, traitor of the human race, bounty of one million gold soul coins and two ten-thousand-year soul bones."

The veins on his remaining left arm bulged again, and his cloudy eyes once more burned with overwhelming hatred and ferocity.

Spirit Hall, Spirit Hall, damned Spirit Hall, and those who betrayed him, those who despised him… Just wait, just wait…

One day, he will return to Wuhun City and take back everything owed to him, with interest!

Inside the blacksmith's shop, Tang San picked up a rag and began wiping the tabletop, which was stained with wine.

He knew that his father, Tang Dachui, would sometimes go out with a wine jar and wander around, and would never return to this shabby blacksmith shop until he was so drunk that he could no longer walk.

The shop was huge, and when Tang Dachui wasn't around, he was usually the only one guarding it.

Just then, the broken door of the blacksmith's shop was gently pushed open, and a clear and crisp female voice came in: "Tang San? Are you home? Is Uncle Tang here? I've come to have some blacksmithing done."

Tang San looked up and saw a little girl who was the same age as him standing at the door.

The little girl had her hair tied in a high ponytail with a red ribbon. She wore a short, clean outfit that was faded from washing, with the cuffs of her trousers tightly rolled up, revealing her slender yet strong ankles.

Her eyes were big and bright, as if they held sunlight, and her skin was a healthy wheat color. She exuded a refreshing and straightforward energy that was completely different from the other girls in Holy Soul Village, without the slightest trace of childish timidity.

Tang San knew this was Lin Yue. Unlike him, she was an orphan from Holy Soul Village, yet like him, she possessed a maturity beyond her years.

Her parents died when the village was attacked by spirit beasts, and she was raised by the whole village helping her out.

But this child was born with a special talent. At the age of one, he could speak clearly with adults. When he was three, he used a few agricultural books he obtained from a passing caravan to give advice to the village on improving vegetable varieties, composting and irrigation. He managed to triple the vegetable production of Holy Soul Village, making it a well-known wealthy village. Even restaurants in Notting City regularly came to the village to buy vegetables.

Everyone in the village loved this clever and sensible girl and treated her like their own daughter.

Lin Yue's gaze swept across the empty inner room, then landed on Tang San, who was holding a rag, a hint of barely perceptible heartache flashing in her eyes.

She didn't know much about the so-called Douluo Continent plot, and had only vaguely heard some information about "Tang San," but she didn't associate it with the thin and silent child in front of her at all.

She just felt sorry for the child, who had to deal with a father who was an alcoholic and never home. At such a young age, the child had to run the blacksmith shop and take care of everything at home, living a life even more tiring than her, an orphan.

She may be pitiful, but she would never be a heroine in a redemption story; in her opinion, the male and female protagonists in such stories are the most disgusting.

For her, there are only two things in this world.

It's none of my business and none of your business!

"Uncle Tang went out again?"

Lin Yue walked up to Tang San, handed him a rolled-up piece of paper, and said with a smile, "Then it's the same thing. I want to forge a long spear. I've already drawn up the blueprints. When Uncle Tang comes back, could you help me talk to him about it?"

Tang San took the parchment, unfolded it, and stared at the dimensions marked on it. His eyes widened instantly, and he looked up at Lin Yue with disbelief: "A 100-jin spear? Lin Yue, are you sure you didn't make a mistake?"

Putting aside his knowledge from his past life, he now works as an assistant in the blacksmith's shop every day, so he knows best what a 100-pound fine iron spear means.

Let alone a six-year-old girl, even the strongest farmer in the village would have a hard time swinging this spear, let alone using it for martial arts practice.

"It's not wrong, it's 100 jin." Lin Yue nodded, pointed her finger at the drawing, and added seriously, "The gun body must be made of the hardest blue steel. The dimensions are all marked clearly. Uncle Tang's craftsmanship is the best in our village. I believe he can definitely make it."

Tang San put down the blueprints, frowned at her, and looked at her with a face full of incomprehension: "This spear is taller than you and heavier than you. Why are you going to fire such a heavy spear? Can you even handle it? Even if I followed you to forge iron every day, I couldn't lift such a heavy iron spear."

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P.S.: Little Yueyue will not side with Tang San.