Reincarnated as the Death Spider Queen, sacrificing Bibi Dong at the start

Since it has this effect, then this technique must be real.

However, even genuine products vary in purity and version.

"You thing..."

Nan Feng raised an eyebrow, looking at Tang San with a half-smile, "The training goes smoothly, but it always feels like something's missing, like a crucial follow-up is lacking. It doesn't feel complete, does it?"

Tang San was startled, and cold sweat instantly broke out on his forehead.

This guy's senses are terrifyingly sharp!

But he remained outwardly calm, feigning innocence.

“Senior, I found that tattered book by chance a year ago. I was young at the time and didn’t understand many things, so… I may not remember some parts very clearly.”

Nan Feng gave him a deep look, but didn't press him further. Instead, he casually tossed the paper back to Tang San.

For him, the Purple Demon Eye martial art was at most a minor, icing-on-the-cake trinket, something he used as an excuse to get close to Tang San, something he only did on a whim.

He never expected that someone as cunning as Tang San would hand over the complete version of the ultimate technique.

Since the other party is playing mind games, and he has no way to disprove it in this world without a point of reference, it doesn't matter.

"Alright, I got what I wanted."

Nan Feng clapped his hands and looked at Tang San. "Now, tell me what you want. Gold coins? Or something else?"

Tang San clutched the paper, took a deep breath. Originally, according to his father's instructions, he should have directly asked for some gold coins.

But as he looked at the incredibly capable person before him, a bold idea began to take root in his heart.

He suddenly raised his head, his eyes revealing a determination beyond his years, and asked:

"Senior, may I... become your disciple?"

Nan Feng was about to turn and leave when he heard these words and paused slightly.

He turned around and looked at the malnourished little boy with some surprise:

"You want to become my disciple?"

"Ok!"

Tang San immediately adopted an innocent and bewildered yet extremely eager expression, saying with anticipation, "I want to become a powerful Soul Master like you!"

"Heh..." Nan Feng couldn't help but laugh out loud, looking him up and down. "How old are you, little brat? You haven't even awakened your martial spirit yet, you don't even know what kind of creature you are, and you're already eager to become a disciple?"

Seeing that Nan Feng didn't directly refuse, Tang San secretly breathed a sigh of relief, feeling that he had a chance, and quickly continued to promote himself:

"Senior, I'm already five years old this year, and I'll be able to awaken my martial soul in another year. I can endure a lot of hardship!"

"Come on."

Nan Feng shook his head without hesitation, resolutely refusing.

"Let's not even talk about the fact that I have absolutely no plans to take on any apprentices right now. Even if I suddenly get the urge to take on apprentices in the future, I have absolutely no interest in teaching men."

"Even if they were to recruit someone, they'd definitely find a few talented, beautiful, and charming young girls to please the eye. Recruit you?"

Nan Feng pointed at Tang San's sallow and emaciated appearance, his tone filled with undisguised disdain.

"I'd be ashamed to take you out with your malnourished, skinny frame that looks like you'd fall over in the wind."

Are you an orphan? Does no one feed you?

Tang San blushed at this harsh comment and quickly retorted:

"I'm not an orphan! I still have a father!"

"You still have a father?"

Nan Feng feigned surprise and laughed, his tone even more sarcastic.

"Then you are a really incompetent and trashy father. How could you raise your own flesh and blood into such a half-dead state?"

“When I came here, I took a look around. Although your village is not a wealthy place, it is not a poor backwater either. There is even a school to teach children to read and write. There are so many children in the village, but I have never seen a child as thin and pale as you.”

Nan Feng crossed his arms and looked down at him, seemingly genuinely curious:

"I'm really puzzled. What kind of utter waste is your father? How did he raise you like this? Does he completely ignore whether you live or die?"

Tang San opened his mouth, his face turning bright red, but he couldn't utter a single word in rebuttal for a long time.

Because... what the other person said made such a damn good point that he couldn't refute it at all!

His father, Tang Hao... really is an absolute jerk who doesn't care about anything!

Ever since he grew tall enough to barely reach the stove, he has been cooking all three meals a day by himself.

Not only do they have to support themselves, but they also have to take care of their elderly father who is drunk all the time.

This is not because he was an outer disciple of the Tang Clan in his previous life, so he is particularly sensible or filial.

It's because if he didn't stand on a stool to cook, he would really starve to death!

The man called Father only ate one meal a day, and sometimes he didn't even eat. He just drank alcohol and slept while holding a bottle of liquor.

He himself can refuse to eat, but Tang San's mortal body, which is still growing, can't withstand it!

He was hungry!

Chapter 308 Are you a bastard child picked up from outside?

……

Seeing Tang San's frustrated and speechless appearance, Nan Feng couldn't help but chuckle.

"Looks like I guessed right."

Nan Feng looked him up and down, then feigned ignorance and asked,

"That's strange. Is your father disabled? Or does he have some serious illness that leaves him bedridden and unable to work?"

Tang San lowered his head, his voice somewhat muffled: "No. He... is very strong, he's a blacksmith."

In fact, Tang San himself had always felt very puzzled.

A drunkard who spends his days in a state of decadence, too lazy to even cook, and who only knows how to sleep with cheap ale, should have been physically weak long ago.

But his father was not only as strong as a bear, but when he occasionally got the urge to swing a hammer to forge iron, the terrifying power attached to that hammer made even him, a disciple of the Tang Clan in his previous life, feel his heart tremble.

"A blacksmith? Strong?"

Nan Feng raised an eyebrow, his tone even more undisguised in his mockery.

“Since he’s a craftsman who earns his living through physical labor, he should be quite well-off in a small village like yours as long as he’s willing to work. He has hands and feet, yet he doesn’t care whether you live or die…”

Nan Feng leaned closer, staring into Tang San's eyes, "Could it be that you're not his biological child at all?"

"You're not allowed to say that!" Tang San suddenly raised his head, his eyes slightly red, and retorted angrily.

"Is there anything I can't say?"

Nan Feng smiled contemptuously. "A young and strong blacksmith, actually watching his son starve to the point of being half-dead. If he wasn't an illegitimate child picked up from outside, what normal father in the world would treat his own flesh and blood like this?"

Tang San bit his lip hard, speechless for a moment.

In fact, he had his own doubts.

He had seen other parents in the village, and even if they were so poor they couldn't afford to eat, the parents would rather go hungry themselves than let their children go hungry.

But his father truly didn't care about anything, as indifferent as a stranger living under the same roof.

It's one thing to have doubts in one's own heart, but to have these words bluntly stated by an outsider is like a knife stabbing into his soft spot where he desperately longs for family affection.

"lead the way."

Nan Feng ignored Tang San's complicated gaze, raised his chin slightly, and said, "Come on, take me to see what kind of extraordinary person your 'extraordinary' father is."

Tang San's heart tightened, and he subconsciously wanted to refuse, but under Nan Feng's extremely oppressive gaze, he finally swallowed his words of refusal and obediently turned around to lead the way.

Before long, the two arrived at the blacksmith shop in the corner of Holy Soul Village.

Looking at the dilapidated house in front of him, with several large holes in the roof, rotten and blackened wooden walls, Nan Feng's disgust was almost overflowing.

"Has he lost his mind too? The house is in such a dilapidated state and he doesn't even know to fix it?" Nan Feng frowned.

Tang San stood at the door, hesitated for a moment, and asked in a low voice, "Senior, do you... want to go in?"

"Forget it, it's disgusting to look at." Nan Feng waved his hand dismissively. "Go inside and call your good father out."

Tang San paused for a moment, then pushed open the rickety wooden door and went inside.

The room was dark and stuffy, with a strong smell of cheap alcohol.

Tang Hao's tall figure was wrapped in a tattered quilt and lay on the bed, facing inward, breathing heavily.

"Dad! Dad, wake up, someone is looking for you." Tang San walked to the bedside and called out several times.

However, no matter how much he shouted, Tang Hao, lying on the bed, seemed to be completely drunk and didn't even open his eyes, ignoring him completely.

Tang San had no choice but to jog out the door again.

"Senior... my dad is still sleeping and I can't wake him up," Tang San said somewhat awkwardly.

"sleep?"

Nan Feng raised an eyebrow, waved to Tang San, and said casually, "Excuse me."

Tang San was a little confused, but his body still instinctively took a few steps back to the side.

Nan Feng slowly raised his right hand.

There was no violent leakage of soul power; only a faint green ripple quietly rose in his palm.

Then, Nan Feng casually blew a breath into the dilapidated blacksmith shop.

"boom--!!!"

A terrifying gale suddenly erupted!

The blacksmith shop, which was already on the verge of collapse, was blown to pieces in an instant by the storm, as if it were made of paper!

Strangely, the forcibly torn planks, thatch, and bricks did not scatter wildly in all directions like in a normal explosion, but instead seemed to sink into some kind of viscous swamp.

They flew backward more than ten meters at an incredible "slow motion" speed, and then mysteriously hovered in mid-air!