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

Chapter 1 begins with Tang San raiding the base.

The air before the New Year is chilly, especially late at night.

At the foot of the mountain north of Shenghun Village, a cool mountain breeze swept across the ridge, causing the bamboo forest to sway and rustle. "Tap tap." A thin, dark figure walked against the wind, its scent carried away by the cold wind, and its crisp running sound was masked by the rustling bamboo forest.

With a flick of his wrist, a sharp-edged pebble shot out.

A soft whimper came from the bamboo doghouse behind the low bamboo house, followed by silence.

"Merchants are driven by profit, and few are truly righteous. Zhu Wu, your hundred-year-old wolfsbane is extremely poisonous. If you were to sell it to a medicine merchant, it might be made into poison and sold to wicked people, harming innocent people. I've come to take it away today, just in time to avoid this!" Tang San murmured to himself.

"Don't worry, I will definitely use it for good, punish evil and promote good, so that it can be considered to make the best use of it!" In his view, whether it is a hidden weapon or poison, whether it is vicious or not is not determined by the weapon itself, but by the user.

If used correctly, it will be correct; if used incorrectly, it will be incorrect.

Punishing evil and promoting good is precisely the purpose and responsibility of the Tang Clan.

With a light step, he landed in the backyard with a few leaps, bent down and dug out the cluster of wolfsbane that was covered by a winnowing basket in the corner of the vegetable garden.

Without much hesitation, he turned and left quickly.

Nothing was said that night. The next morning...

"Tang San, I'll fuck your mother!" Zhu Wu stood in the backyard, his face grim, gritting his teeth. A hundred-year-old wolfsbane would fetch at least five gold soul coins from a pharmacist, a fortune for an ordinary family. Moreover, he had spent an entire day searching the mountains, relying on his special sensory abilities, to find this wolfsbane on a treacherous cliff. Climbing hundreds of meters off a cliff at less than six years old was practically risking his life. Now that it had been stolen, how could he not be furious!

The key point is that this isn't the first time Tang San has come to his house to steal medicine, which really infuriates him!

"Dahuang didn't bark!" As if he had just realized something, he quickly ran to the doghouse, bent down and reached into the shadows, gently shaking the dog's leg, which was already rock hard.

Her eyes instantly reddened, and she quickly reached out to pull it out. In her vision, the blood beneath her ear had dried and turned black.

On one side of the cold body were pebbles that had been dragged out, their tips still stained with blood.

"Tang San, you damn bastard, I'll fuck your mother!"

I couldn't help but utter the essence of Chinese culture once again.

He hit the dog's ear with pinpoint accuracy, and he specifically stole poisonous herbs. Who else but Tang San could have both the need and the accuracy? To verify this, he even secretly went to the mountaintop that Tang San frequented every day, and sure enough, poisonous herbs had been transplanted there, including some stolen from his home.

As a transmigrator who had read the original novel, he was perfectly aware of Tang San's abilities and origins. He simply wanted to coat his hidden weapons with deadly poison, but couldn't afford it, so he resorted to stealing. If he couldn't get it through normal means, he'd steal it—wasn't that how the Xuan Tian Treasure Record came about?

"A leopard can't change its spots. I even thought of your family when I got those few herbs and distributed the first batch of seeds to the villagers who helped me to earn extra money, so that your family could have an extra source of income. But instead, they've been targeted and have repeatedly come to my house to steal the herbs."

The world of cultivation and fantasy is cruel; cultivation is practically defying the heavens, so stealing rare and precious materials to nourish oneself is commonplace. Having read countless fantasy novels in his previous life, he naturally understood this. However, such actions depend on the circumstances, right? Stealing from complete strangers or spirit beasts is one thing, but stealing from someone who has done him a favor—he felt this behavior was somewhat shameless.

"An ungrateful wretch, worse than a pig or a dog!" He gets angry just thinking about how he's been robbed so many times.

A soft cough suddenly came.

Zhu Wu turned his head subconsciously.

Inside the bamboo house, a hunched old man with white hair, over seventy years old, was walking towards the backyard with a cane.

Zhu Gang is 71 years old this year. His grandfather was the one who kindly found and adopted him. He knows all this because he was reborn with his memories intact.

Many things, heard but not understood before, become clear once you learn the language of this world. All I can say is, it's melodramatic, utterly melodramatic!

"Xiao Wu, has your house been burgled again?"

Zhu Gang knew that the family had lost medicinal herbs several times. Although he was old and his hearing wasn't very good, he could still tell from the tone of his voice that his grandson, Zhu Wu, was clearly cursing, which meant that the family had probably lost medicinal herbs again.

And it's very likely the same medicinal herb I searched for all day yesterday. My grandson said it could fetch a good price, enough for a prosperous New Year.

This grudge must be avenged, otherwise I'd be a disgrace. Tang San, you just wait! Zhu Wu took a deep breath, suppressing his anger, and picked up Da Huang.

The backyard wasn't big, and we quickly reached the entrance.

Upon seeing the yellow dog his grandson was holding, Zhu Gang's eyes reddened, and his sigh was filled with sorrow.

"Alas, people's hearts are no longer what they used to be ...."

"Grandpa, don't worry. Heaven is watching what people do, and evil will be punished. This kind of beast, born of a mother but without parents to teach him, will not have a good end." Zhu Wu comforted him, looking down at the big yellow dog in his arms. "As for the big yellow dog, I'll take care of it later and take some to Grandpa Jack's house. It's almost the New Year, and the pigs at home should be slaughtered soon. I'll ask Grandpa Jack to find someone to help, and we can also sell them in advance."

As a student majoring in animal husbandry and veterinary medicine, and whose family owns a pig farm, I was able to find employment immediately upon graduation.

He was a professional pig farmer in his past life.

That's why he knows some Chinese herbal medicines. Although modern animal husbandry and veterinary medicine education mostly focuses on Western medicine, there are also specialized courses on traditional Chinese medicine. Much of what our ancestors left us is still useful, and he studies it diligently.

For example, Gelsemium elegans, also known as the "heartbreak grass," is a commonly used Chinese veterinary herb. It has deworming effects on pigs, cattle, and sheep, and feeding it to livestock in small amounts can promote growth. In its local area, it is even called "pig ginseng," as proper feeding can increase the pigs' appetite.

In a way, Gelsemium elegans was the first Chinese herbal medicine he found after coming into this world, which helped him accumulate some initial capital.

With enough money, they would naturally raise a piglet to supplement their household income and improve their diet.

"Alright then." Zhu Gang sighed again and nodded slightly.

Although they had developed a strong bond with the dog, for ordinary families like theirs, meat was a rare treat, and burying it would be a real shame.

"Take some more. Your Grandpa Jack helped our family a lot in the past few years, we can't forget his kindness. And the Wang family's daughter-in-law who breastfed you when you were little..."

"Alright, Grandpa will go make you breakfast. We're all poor people, sigh, this world..." He glanced at the big yellow dog in Zhu Wu's arms, sighed, and slowly walked towards the kitchen.

After some time, having eaten breakfast, Zhu Wu continued to dispose of the yellow dog's carcass.

After finishing, I tidied up a bit, went into the bedroom, opened the window, and started practicing the Eight Vajra Exercises to warm up my muscles and bones in the morning sun.

He learned the Vajra Longevity Exercise from watching Master Zhang Zhishun's teaching videos online in his previous life.

My family owns a pig farm, and I have to work frequently. Over time, minor health problems inevitably arise. After complaining about it in the alumni group, a classmate sent me a video link and suggested I try it. I started practicing when I was just over two years old, and I've been practicing consistently for almost four years.

The Vajra Longevity Exercise is divided into two parts: the external exercise, "Vajra Gong," which focuses on physical training and is suitable for practice at sunrise. The internal exercise, "Longevity Gong," focuses on mental training and is suitable for practice in the quiet of the night under the bright moonlight. It is thus described as practicing Vajra in the morning and Longevity at night, combining strength and gentleness, harmonizing Yin and Yang—at least that's how it's described in the encyclopedia. Of course, there are also descriptions of refining essence into Qi, cultivating Qi into spirit, and achieving unity of heaven and man.

As a modern person, he certainly wouldn't believe such nonsense. However, it's true that regular exercise strengthens the body, boosts immunity, and reduces illness.

The same applies to this world; in any case, he hasn't realized he's developed any internal energy or anything like that yet.

Regardless of the circumstances, as the only "cultivation technique" brought into this world, and one that does indeed have the effect of strengthening the body, it is something that must be practiced consistently.

External energy induces internal energy, and internal energy, in turn, influences external energy—he remembered this description from the internet. He didn't know if internal energy existed in this world, but the spiritual energy of heaven and earth and soul power were undeniable. Frankly, he still hoped to cultivate innate soul power like Tang San through practicing this Vajra Longevity Technique. Of course, even without practicing, he should already possess soul power. After all...

Those who can travel through time are no ordinary people!

What's more, his damn scumbag father comes from that place.

I tried to teach my grandfather, Zhu Gang, but his body was so hunched over that he couldn't do it at all, so I gave up.

"Grandpa, I'm going out." After finishing the whole routine, Zhu Wu carried the bamboo basket filled with dog meat on his back and went out.

Not long after, at Old Jack's house.

"Xiao Wu, don't worry, I will find a way to find this thief and get justice for you! When something like this happens in the village, it's not only a disgrace to the village, but also a disgrace to me as the village chief."

After hearing the general situation, old Jack was very angry.

"That's right, this can't be left like this." Old Jack's wife also spoke angrily. "Grandma will go out and sound her out later. I want to see which family's worthless wretch did such a shameless thing!"

"I'll find an opportunity this afternoon to inquire about it," the robust old Jack's son replied with a frown.

Next came old Jack's daughter-in-law; the whole family looked indignant.

Unfortunately, their efforts were destined to be in vain. Who was Tang San? He was someone even his own father wouldn't pass on the Xuan Tian Treasure Manual to. His first thought upon contracting wolfsbane would undoubtedly be to poison his prized Tang Clan hidden weapons, not to sell them to supplement his family's income. While a poor family suddenly becoming rich and spending lavishly usually leaves clues, Tang San had completely cut off the trail at its root. Zhu Wu sighed inwardly.

When it comes to revenge, you still have to rely on yourself!

"Thank you, Grandpa Jack, Uncle Jerry." He continued to express his gratitude to Grandpa Jack and his family.

"As the village chief, this is what Grandpa should do," Old Jack shook his head. After offering some words of comfort, he changed the subject and continued, "Xiao Wu, judging from the time, the deacon from the Spirit Hall should be coming to our village in the next few days to help preside over the Spirit Awakening Ceremony."

"You're old enough to participate this time too. As for the pig slaughtering, let's wait until after the Martial Soul Awakening Ceremony. Martial Soul Awakening is a major event, and if you're lucky enough to awaken your soul power, that would be an even greater joy."

"It's best not to kill any living beings when a joyous occasion is approaching."

Superstition exists in every world. Zhu Wu sighed inwardly and nodded obediently.

After exchanging pleasantries, they said goodbye and left.

New author, new book, welcome to read!

(End of this chapter)