Douro Continent

Chapter 3 Douluo Continent, Tang San in Another World (Part 2)

The Xuan Tian Bao Lu records only six martial arts techniques: the Xuan Tian Gong internal energy cultivation method, the Xuan Yu Shou (a method for training hands), the Zi Ji Mo Tong (a method for training eyes), the Kong He Qin Long (a method for controlling cranes and capturing dragons) grappling technique, the Gui Ying Mi Zong (a method for lightness of body), and the method for using hidden weapons, and the Hundred Solutions to Hidden Weapons.

The first five are the foundation. Without a solid foundation, how can one bring out the essence of Tang Clan hidden weapons?

He started practicing the Mysterious Heaven Skill when he was a little over one year old, and now that Tang San is almost six years old, he is still building his foundation.

Tang San's home was located on the west side of Holy Soul Village, at the village entrance. His three mud-brick houses were arguably the most rudimentary in the entire village. On the central roof, there was a wooden plaque about a meter in diameter, depicting a simple hammer. In this world, the hammer most commonly represents a blacksmith.

That's right, Tang San's father, Tang Hao, was a blacksmith, the only blacksmith in the village.

In this world, blacksmithing is arguably one of the lowest professions, because for some special reason, the world's top-tier weapons are not forged by blacksmiths.

However, as the only blacksmith in the village, Tang San's family shouldn't be so poor, but their meager income mostly...

As soon as Tang San entered the house, he smelled the delicious aroma of food. It wasn't breakfast that Tang Hao had made for him, but rather food that he had made for Tang Hao.

From the age of four, when Tang San was still too short to reach the stove, cooking was already a daily task for him. Even if he had to stand on a stool to get to the stove.

It wasn't that Tang Hao asked him to do this, but rather that otherwise, Tang San would almost never have a full meal.

Arriving at the stove, I skillfully stepped onto the wooden stool, lifted the lid of the large iron pot, and the aroma of rice wafted out; the porridge inside was already cooked thoroughly.

Before going up the mountain each day, Tang San would put rice in the pot and prepare firewood, so that the porridge would be cooked when he returned.

Picking up two bowls from beside the stove, each with more than ten chips, Tang San carefully ladled out two bowls of porridge and placed them on the table behind him. The grains of rice in the porridge were almost countless; for Tang San, who was still growing, this amount of nutrition was clearly insufficient, which explained his slender build.

"Dad, dinner's ready," Tang San called out.

After a while, the curtain to the inner room was lifted, and a tall figure walked out with somewhat unsteady steps.

He was a middle-aged man, who looked to be close to fifty years old, but he was very tall and burly. However, his attire was not flattering.

He wore a tattered robe, without even a patch, revealing his bronze skin. His once handsome features were now covered with a sallow complexion, and he looked drowsy. His hair was a mess, like a bird's nest, and his beard looked like it hadn't been groomed in ages. His eyes were dull and sallow, and despite the night having passed, the pungent smell of alcohol emanating from him made Tang San frown.

This is Tang Hao, Tang San's father in this world.

From childhood, Tang San never knew what fatherly love was. Tang Hao had always been indifferent to him. At first, he would cook for him, but as time went on, when Tang San started cooking for him, Tang Hao became even more neglectful. The family was so poor that they didn't even have a decent table and chairs, and eating was a problem. The main reason was that Tang Hao spent all his meager blacksmith's income on alcohol.

Children who are the same age as Tang San usually have fathers who are around thirty years old, and some who married early are even under thirty. But Tang Hao looks much older than them, and looks more like Tang San's grandfather.

Tang San harbored no resentment towards Tang Hao's attitude. In his previous life, he was an orphan. In this life, although Tang Hao treated him badly, at least he had family. For Tang San, this was already more than enough. At least, here he had someone he could call "Dad."

Tang Hao grabbed the bowl on the table, not caring about the heat, and gulped down the porridge. Only then did his sallow complexion regain some luster.

"Dad, drink slowly, there's more." Tang San took the bowl from his father and ladled out another bowl of porridge for him. He then picked up his own bowl and began to drink.

He had never left the Tang Sect, and had very little contact with the outside world. He was like a blank sheet of paper, so there was nothing unacceptable about him returning to being a child in this world.

Soon, about 70-80% of the porridge had entered Tang Hao's stomach. He let out a long sigh and placed the bowl on the table. His droopy eyelids opened slightly as he looked at Tang San.

"Take the work if you have any, I'll do it this afternoon. I'm going to take a nap."

Tang Hao had a very regular schedule. He slept in the morning, made some farm tools in the afternoon to earn income, and drank alcohol in the evening.

"Okay, Dad." Tang San nodded.

Tang Hao stood up, drank a lot of porridge, and his body finally stopped swaying. He then walked towards the inner room.

"Dad," Tang San suddenly called out.

Tang Hao stopped, turned to look at him, and his brows showed obvious impatience.

Tang San pointed to a piece of pig iron with a faint dark sheen in the corner and asked, "Can I use this piece of iron?" In his previous life, he was the most outstanding outer disciple of the Tang Clan, extremely skilled in crafting various hidden weapons. Of course, back then, all the materials were provided by the Tang Clan. After arriving in this world, although he had cultivated for several years, his strength was still far from sufficient. At the same time, he had never considered giving up his specialty, hidden weapon crafting. He had already begun to try forging some hidden weapons, but materials had become a major problem.

The metal Tang Hao used to forge his farm tools was all donated by the villagers; it was ordinary iron with many impurities, making it difficult to craft high-quality hidden weapons. The piece of pig iron Tang San was pointing to had just arrived yesterday. To Tang San's surprise, this iron ore contained a certain amount of iron ore mother, making it perfect for forging hidden weapons.

Tang Hao's gaze shifted to the pig iron. "Huh. There's iron essence in this?" He walked over, looked down, and then turned to Tang San. "Do you want to be a blacksmith someday?"

(End of this chapter)