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

Chapter 2: The True Story of Filial Piety and Parental Love is Myself!

That night, after completing a set of longevity exercises, Zhu Wu returned to his bedroom.

He pulled out a homemade mortar and pestle from under the bed, and then a bag of homemade charcoal, and began crushing the charcoal with a "crunch crunch."

One part saltpeter to two parts gunpowder... that's a gunpowder formula I'd heard about in my past life. Of course, this formula has been corrected and is now much more reasonable.

As for how I know this, I learned it online.

In our youthful exuberance, who hasn't dreamed of time travel? Of course, the price is an early death.

This is undoubtedly a sad story!

Douluo Continent is a world primarily focused on cultivating martial spirits. At this time, gunpowder formulas hadn't been fully developed, and its practical application was limited to fireworks and firecrackers, which had very little power and weren't given much official attention. The only relatively mature gunpowder used in the original story was by Tang San when creating mechanical hidden weapons like the Buddha's Wrath Lotus. This knowledge came from Tang San's previous life and wasn't originally from Douluo Continent.

Otherwise, the original plot would probably be quite different. For example, the Min clan would definitely be in high demand.

Wouldn't it be better for a flying Soul Master to airdrop explosives?

However, although this world lacks gunpowder, the materials used to manufacture it are readily available; they can be found in pharmacies. Because their uses are primarily civilian, regulations are not strict. For example, saltpeter, besides being a primary ingredient in laxatives, is also widely used in glassmaking and pigment production. Sulfur, ground into powder, is used as an insecticide and repellent; it is said that Soul Masters from Notting Academy purchase this before entering the Soul Hunting Forest to hunt Soul Beasts.

Therefore, he took advantage of several trips to Nottingham to buy some gunpowder in batches, and then secretly manufactured gunpowder at home.

Originally, it was only for self-preservation as a backup plan. After all, he had transmigrated to a fantasy world of extraordinary beings, where the fairness of the law was limited to ordinary people. When conflicts of interest arose between the common people and the nobility or soul masters, the former's rights would inevitably be sacrificed, which was entirely predictable. Just because he could avoid trouble didn't mean others wouldn't provoke it. His mother's tragedy was the best example.

As if remembering something, a sense of heaviness settled in her heart.

Therefore, to protect himself, he must possess his own power. Gunpowder was the only self-defense measure he could take at the moment.

Tang San, having committed several thefts and even killed him and raised him as his dog son for several years, had truly enraged his close friend and relative, Da Huang.

I won't offend others unless they offend me; I might even give them some leeway. But if someone repeatedly offends me, and I don't retaliate, am I even a man? Damn it, I'll blow you to bits!

He vividly remembered Tang San's famous words about the path to death: since he had decided to take revenge, he had to be thorough. It would be best to eliminate them completely, letting the father and son ascend to heaven together, so as to avoid leaving any future troubles.

"Make a few more. If my martial soul can truly awaken soul power, I can use it to hunt soul beasts in the Soul Beast Forest to obtain soul rings. As for using it to get revenge on Tang San, we'll have to find the right opportunity. With Tang Hao, a Title Douluo, around, we'll be finished if we're discovered."

"I really don't understand Tang San. He has a gunpowder formula, but he doesn't make explosives. Instead, he insists on keeping his hands on hidden weapons."

"Well, since the Spirit Hall's deacons are coming these few days, let's not miss out. We won't go out to look for medicine for the next few days. Let's just stay home and focus on making gunpowder. You'd better give that 'legendary blind Douluo, Brother Tao, a good push!'"

"I don't need twin martial souls, nor do I need full innate soul power. Level 7 or 8 innate soul power is enough!" Although I really want to kill my father, I still need a good martial soul.

The idea of ​​a loving father and filial son is actually just me. I cursed myself inwardly, while simultaneously mocking myself.

Two days later, at the wooden house in the center of the village.

"Tap tap tap," footsteps approached. Zhu Wu, who was in line, turned to look at the door. It was Old Jack, followed by Tang San. The latter's gaze swept over them, his expression calm, as if he hadn't been the one who stole medicine from his house two days ago at all—his acting was superb.

I must say, they're incredibly shameless!

The gunpowder is ready; you'll see later. Pretending not to see it, his gaze shifted to old Jack.

According to the original novel, Tang Hao's attitude would immediately change 180 degrees after learning that Tang San had awakened twin martial souls, and he would then begin to teach Tang San the Chaotic Cloak Hammer Technique with great care.

During that period, Tang San would go near the furnace to forge iron every day, which was the best time to make his move.

A stove is equivalent to a source of fire!

"Respected Master of Battle Souls, we're troubling you again this time." Old Jack led Tang San closer to the young man and bowed respectfully.

"I don't have much time, let's begin." Su Yuntao said in a neutral tone, bowing slightly in return.

Zhu Wu watched quietly until Old Jack left with a slightly somber expression, just like in the original story. Su Yuntao then called for the children to line up, with Tang San, who arrived last, standing at the very back. If nothing unexpected happened, he would awaken his innate full soul power and become the most dazzling star on the field.

"So, what about me, a fellow time traveler?" A strange sense of anticipation welled up inside me.

"Don't be afraid, close your eyes and feel carefully." Within sight, Su Yuntao quickly arranged a hexagonal black stone array on the ground and called the child at the head of the right side of the group to stand in the middle. Then, he straightened his chest and gave a low shout.

"Lone Wolf, possess me!"

A faint blue light emanated from between his brows, and his body rapidly transformed. His black hair turned gray and quickly grew longer, as did the body hair. His muscles bulged and bulged, becoming several sizes larger than before. His pupils turned eerie green, and sharp claws extended from his ten fingers.

Is this the unique spirit possession of the Beast Spirit?

A peculiar physical transformation occurred, with two spirit rings, one white and one yellow, rising from the young man's feet, leaving Zhu Wu astonished.

The stammering "It turned into a wolf" was a fitting reaction for someone that age.

Children are children after all. Hearing the voice, Tang San, who was intently observing Su Yuntao, shook his head slightly. He turned his head and glanced at Zhu Wu, his thoughts inexplicable.

Zhu Wu was undoubtedly a bright child, precocious in his mind, a fact that even he had to admit.

It is said that when she was still an infant, her grandfather Zhu Gang brought her to settle in Shenghun Village. When the village elder Jack saw that the two of them were pitiful and depended on each other for survival, he agreed to help them. He then took the initiative to organize the young men in the village to help build a bamboo house at the foot of the mountain north of the village, near the bamboo forest. The reason for choosing the location was that Zhu Gang mentioned that he knew some bamboo weaving skills. It was perfect, so they could use the local materials to weave some containers to sell and earn some money to supplement their household income.

Just like his father, Tang Hao, had brought him to settle by the river in the west of the village so that it would be convenient to build a blacksmith shop.

In the following years, both families received a lot of help from the village elder Jack and the surrounding villagers.

After all, they were still young at that time, and each family member only had one elder, who was also male, making many things inconvenient, such as food when they were still in swaddling clothes.

He clearly remembered that he and Zhu Wu had spent some time getting milk from Old Wang's wife next door.

Thinking about it now, it's still a bit embarrassing to talk about. After all, his body housed the soul of an adult.

However, in order to grow up, I couldn't care less about that at the time.

Later, his father, Tang Hao, continued his daily drinking, while Zhu Gang grew older and his legs became increasingly weak, eventually requiring him to use a cane to walk. Zhu Wu, like his father, began to take on household chores at a young age. The difference was that Zhu Wu also had Zhu Gang to help with lighter tasks such as cooking and cleaning.

As for me, I have to do everything myself. Thinking of my father, I can't help but feel a little helpless.

The reason I knew all this was because I saw that Zhu Wu had gone out to explore the mountains for a long time and had not returned. I thought he might have found the poisonous herbs he needed, so I decided to go up the mountain to observe from afar.

It must be said, Zhu Wu is incredibly brave and lucky. At such a young age, he dared to explore the mountains alone, and often brought back medicinal herbs, occasionally even poisonous ones. It's said that the herbalist provided him with a map to help him find the herbs.

He had to take care of his father and simply didn't have time to venture into the mountains to find medicinal herbs. His father had spent all their savings on alcohol, leaving them with no money for more. Going to Zhu Wu's house to get poisonous herbs was a last resort. Of course, he only took poisonous herbs.

As a member of the Tang Clan, and having received the sect's education, he naturally had his own bottom line. Moreover, it was indeed inappropriate for Zhu Wu, a child, to handle poisonous herbs. One careless move could harm himself, and selling them could endanger innocent people.

But he wouldn't!

"Ah!" A startled cry suddenly burst from the mouth of the child standing in the center of the formation.

Tang San immediately snapped back to attention, and the child, frightened, turned and ran away, only to be grabbed by the shoulder by Su Yuntao.

"Don't move, I told you not to be afraid. This is my martial spirit, Lone Wolf," Su Yuntao explained, releasing his grip only after the child calmed down. Then, he swiftly struck out with both hands, and six faint green lights burst forth from his palms, all of which poured into the black stone on the ground.

"The scythe has no soul power, so you cannot become a Soul Master." The awakening ceremony for the first child was completed quickly.

Then came the second, and the third.

"The hoe, the pitchfork, has no soul power, no soul power." None of them possessed soul power.

One by one, the children returned to the group disappointed, and soon it was Zhu Wu's turn.

Taking a deep breath, Zhu Wu strode into the center of the stone array. He then saw Su Yuntao, whose face had become slightly pale, clapping his hands together. A faint green light quickly flowed into the six black stones on the ground. The next moment, wisps of golden light emanated from the stones, forming a layer of pale golden light that enveloped their bodies.

Immediately, specks of golden light drifted out from the surrounding light barrier and entered the body one after another, bringing a warm and comfortable feeling.

"So comfortable," Zhu Wu felt as if something inside his body was being drawn to him, and it felt very warm.

"Soul power?" Based on the description in the original work, he immediately had a guess and focused on sensing it.

Soon, drawn by this warmth, he felt as if something inside him had suddenly shattered. All the warmth surged to his right palm at the same time, and completely subconsciously, Zhu Wu raised his right hand.

What catches the eye is a splash of white.

Milky white.

"???" He was taken aback for a moment.

Within sight was a silkworm, pure white, as thick as a chopstick tip, and about four centimeters long, suspended in an arc shape.

This is illogical! Zhu Wu was a little confused.

The father possesses a high-quality Blue Lightning Tyrannosaurus Rex martial soul, while the mother has an ordinary Silkworm martial soul. How could their offspring awaken the weaker of their martial souls? Shouldn't they awaken the relatively stronger one?

Furthermore, wasn't his inexplicable ability to sense herbs derived from his martial soul? He had always felt that his martial soul was extraordinary.

But could this be a malignant mutation, a degeneration? I can't help but think of Yu Xiaogang.

"Another useless martial soul." Su Yuntao's slightly helpless voice came. "Come on, let's test its soul power first."

Zhu Wu immediately snapped out of his daze, raised his head and nodded slightly, "Go back!" Being a first-timer, he didn't understand anything and conveyed the idea of ​​returning to his body to his martial spirit.

The next second, a feeling of familiarity entered his mind, the white silkworm in his palm stirred, and then quickly disappeared.

"???" Zhu Wu was stunned again.

If I'm not mistaken, that feeling of familiarity just now seemed to come from my martial spirit.

"What are you standing there for?"

Su Yuntao, standing before him, frowned slightly.

This chapter has a bit of rambling after the initial setup.

(End of this chapter)