Douluo Continent: A Moment of Godhood and Demonhood, Inheriting the Dual Godhoods of Good and Evil

Chapter 130 Tang Hao Under Control

After resolving the affairs of the Haotian Sect,

Qian Renxin remembered Tang Hao and his son, whom he had neglected for several years, and then, through the divine sense left behind by the Rakshasa God, he saw a scene tens of thousands of miles away.

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Southwest of the Heavenly Dou Empire, Fasno Province

Inside a dilapidated wooden house in Holy Soul Village,

Tang Hao, with his unshaven beard, lay on the edge of the bed, surrounded by countless empty liquor bottles. Despite his titled Douluo's physical prowess being more than capable of withstanding alcohol, he deliberately used his body to endure the strong liquor, hoping to escape reality.

Ah Yin sacrificed herself, and the sect went into seclusion.

He was almost completely crushed of all hope, his spirits were gone, and he could only drown his sorrows in alcohol.

A five- or six-year-old boy with blue hair stepped onto a stool and climbed onto the stove, stirring the rice porridge in the pot with a wooden spoon.

Turning to look at his drunken father beside him,

His expression was complicated, then he sighed deeply, thinking he was really unlucky.

In his previous life, he was an orphan who was adopted by the Grand Elder of the Tang Sect's outer sect.

Reincarnated into this life, he's no longer an orphan; Heaven has found him a living father who has been taking care of Tang Hao's daily life since he was four years old.

Before he was able to take care of himself, he almost always went hungry. Whenever Tang Hao drank alcohol, it meant he wouldn't eat for the whole day.

If it weren't for the village chief taking pity on me and often coming to feed me, I probably would have starved to death before I was old enough to take care of myself.

Seeing that the rice porridge was ready,

He ladled out a bowl of soup for breakfast, and after drinking it, he gave instructions to the tipsy Tang Hao.

"Father, I left breakfast in the pot, remember to eat it."

Tang Hao responded with a barely audible sound.

Tang San said no more and quickly left the wooden house to go to his secret base to practice Tang Sect techniques.

After he left,

A dark red glint suddenly appeared in Tang Hao's eyes, instantly filling his entire mental sea.

Having been addicted to alcohol for several years, his willpower had long since weakened, making him incomparable to Tang Chen. The Rakshasa God could easily control him and subtly alter his thoughts.

"Rakshasa God, you have completely gained control over Tang Hao's will?" Qian Renxin asked the black and red aura, observing the scene before him.

"Dear successor to the God King, Tang Hao's willpower is weak, and the divine sense left behind by Tang Chen has been withdrawn. It is still extremely easy for him to deal with a Title Douluo," the Rakshasa God replied respectfully.

Qian Renxin nodded in relief.

In that case, he can start planning what to do next.

Time flies,

quickly,

Early morning had passed, and the first rays of dawn had faded, leaving only a sliver of the sun peeking out.

Sitting atop the mountain, Tang San drew in the purple aura from the horizon.

He recently felt that his Xuan Tian Gong had reached a bottleneck, so he devoted all his time to cultivating the Purple Demon Eye.

Unfortunately, the Purple Demon Eye is not as convenient as the Mysterious Heaven Technique; it can only be cultivated by capturing the purple aura at dawn.

"Strange, why is it that even though we're in the Douluo Continent where soul power is much denser, my Mysterious Heaven Technique has hit a bottleneck..."

He was completely baffled. After pondering for a while without finding an answer, he got up and hurried home.

Just at this time,

A sound suddenly came from behind the big trees on the mountain peak.

"As expected, Little San. I've been hearing about you being all mysterious on the mountain every morning, and I actually caught you red-handed."

Tang San, as if facing a formidable enemy, quickly turned his head to look.

An elderly man dressed simply walked up, leaning on a cane, with a kind and friendly smile on his face.

Good morning, Grandpa Jack.

Tang San forced a smile and greeted the village chief.

But in reality, his heart was churning with turmoil.

He was busy practicing his cultivation technique with his clone and hadn't paid attention to his surroundings.

He couldn't be sure if the other person had seen him practicing the Purple Demon Eye technique.

His identity as a transmigrator was his most closely guarded secret. He didn't know if the people of this continent would accept it, and if it became known and he became an enemy of the continent, he would be finished.

Moreover, if the Tang Sect's Xuan Tian Lu and Purple Demon Eye techniques were exposed in the Douluo Continent, it would inevitably bring considerable trouble. Even a behemoth like the Spirit Hall wouldn't let it go.

[Tang Clan Code of Conduct, Article 3]

Once you've identified the other party as an enemy, show no mercy if they're determined to die; otherwise, you'll only create more trouble for yourself.

As a disciple who grew up in the Tang Sect.

Tang San knew the Tang Sect's rules by heart, and he always acted in accordance with them.

He wasn't sure if Grandpa Jack would reveal his information. If there was such a risk, he could only act according to the Tang Clan's style, assuming the other party was determined to die.

"Hey, why are you up on the mountain so early? Wouldn't it be better to sleep in at home at this hour?"

Jack, unaware that the child before him harbored murderous intent, simply smiled faintly, sat on a rock, and asked...

"Dad didn't sleep last night, so I got up early to cook rice porridge. After eating, I wanted to see the sunrise."

Tang San answered calmly.

"Hmph, that lazy bum Tang Hao, he's clearly a skilled blacksmith, but he can't even take care of his own child. Just thinking about him makes me angry!"

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Jack cursed twice, seemingly genuinely disappointed in Tang Hao, and then stopped mentioning it.

Upon seeing the other party insulting Tang Hao,

Tang San frowned slightly, but didn't say anything more.

Although Tang Hao wasn't exactly a perfect father, for someone who only had one father in two lifetimes, this was a rare instance of paternal love, and he did have some affection for him.

But considering that Jack had fed him since he was a child, he generously didn't take it to heart.

Moreover, judging from Jack's performance just now...

This suggests that the other party was simply curious about his morning visit to the mountain peak, rather than suspecting anything amiss about his martial arts practice. The explanation that he was simply enjoying the scenery in the morning should have convinced the other party.

"Oh, right, I have some good news to tell you."

Jack continued cheerfully, "Little San, you're almost six years old now, right? In another month, it will be the day of your Martial Soul Awakening. Once you awaken your Martial Soul, you might even grow into a Soul Master."

As the village chief, Jack's ability to produce even one Soul Master would bring considerable benefit to the village.

After all, even a slight boost from a single Soul Master can represent a leap forward for Holy Soul Village.

Tang San was someone I'd watched grow up; he was naturally precocious and intelligent. While a Soul Master's awakening of talent is generally related to parental genetics, it's also influenced by the child's own personality.

Children who show extraordinary talent at a young age are generally more likely to awaken their Soul Master talent; this is a blessing from heaven for these individuals.

"Martial Soul, Soul Master?"

Tang San was puzzled, but then he learned from Jack about the basic concepts of martial spirits in this world, and he also understood why his Xuan Tian Gong had hit a bottleneck.

(End of this chapter)