Being Called Big Brother by the Protagonist Feels Great

Although he always called him Old Jack without any respect, he had long regarded kind Old Jack as his own grandfather.

If anything happened to him, he did not dare imagine what he might do!

"Little Mo, what are you cooking this time? It smells amazing!"

Just as Mo Lang was worrying, Old Jack's voice came from outside. Mo Lang immediately breathed a sigh of relief. Judging by his voice, Old Jack was in a pretty good mood today.

As the voice drew closer, Old Jack appeared in the doorway.

Old Jack was sixty-one this year. He was tall and thin, but still full of spirit. Every day, he dressed himself up smartly. What little hair he had was slicked with pomade and combed into perfect order.

Mo Lang always teased him about whether he had his eye on Widow Wang in the village, who was already in her forties. Every time, Old Jack would laugh and curse, "You little brat, no respect at all."

"Old Jack, did Widow Wang agree to warm your bed? Why are you smiling so happily?"

Seeing Old Jack's beaming face, Mo Lang's mood improved as well. Looking at the shattered jar lid on the ground, he silently muttered, "May every year be peaceful," then teased him with a mischievous grin.

"Get lost, get lost, get lost! If you hadn't somehow learned such excellent cooking skills, with that unlikeable mouth of yours, I'd have kicked you out long ago!"

Seeing this little brat teasing him again, Old Jack could not help glaring at the boy who never watched his tongue.

Mo Lang was good in every way, except for that mouth of his.

He showed no respect whatsoever for the village elders, calling them Old Tang and Old Wang, and constantly turning the village upside down.

Strangely enough, no one in the village disliked him. Even Tang Hao, with that sour face of his, would rarely show a faint smile upon seeing Mo Lang.

This boy's affinity with elders was absurdly good.

Of course.

He himself also liked Mo Lang, who was clearly only seven and a half years old but spoke like an old hand who had seen the world.

He had long since regarded him as his own grandson.

Old Jack had a son and a grandson too, and they were also extremely fond of Mo Lang. They did not mind at all that Old Jack had taken him in.

Especially because of his superb cooking skills and his carefree, lovable personality, they had all come to treat Mo Lang as family.

In three months, it would be time for the Martial Soul Awakening Ceremony. Old Jack had heard that eating Soul Beast Meat could increase one's Soul Power when awakening a Martial Soul, so he immediately bought a pound.

Although the meat was expensive and had cost him half a lifetime of savings, if it could improve Mo Lang's chances of awakening a Martial Soul, then the money was well spent!

If Mo Lang really awakened a powerful Martial Soul and became a Soul Master, Old Jack would have bragging rights for the rest of his life!

If the boy could become a Soul Sage, then he could die with a smile.

Thinking of that, Old Jack could not help taking out the pound of Soul Beast Meat he had bought early that morning and saying to Mo Lang, "You little brat, guess what kind of meat this is?"

Seeing how excited Old Jack was, Mo Lang could not help curiously examining the fragrant piece of meat. He exaggeratedly said, "Old Jack, don't tell me you went dragon-slaying. This has to be dragon meat!"

"Get out of here. I knew you'd spout nonsense." Old Jack rolled his eyes at Mo Lang. "This is Soul Beast Meat!"

"Aren't you going to undergo Martial Soul Awakening in three months? I heard eating Soul Beast Meat can raise your chances of awakening Soul Power, so I bought a pound for you to try."

"How many Soul Coins did it cost?"

The moment Old Jack said that, Mo Lang's gaze turned cold.

He had never heard that eating Soul Beast Meat could increase the odds of awakening Soul Power.

Some unscrupulous merchant must have been swindling old people in remote villages, just like in his previous life.

And they had come to Holy Soul Village to scam Soul Coins from parents who wanted their children to become Soul Masters.

At that thought, Mo Lang clenched his fists.

What he hated most in life were scammers who cheated old people out of their money!

He had not been able to kill people in his previous life. Now, he would kill every one of them he encountered!

"Not much. Just five Silver Soul Coins."

Old Jack noticed the change in Mo Lang's expression. Knowing that if the boy found out it had cost five Gold Soul Coins, he would definitely make him return it, he casually gave a discounted number.

"Where is he?"

Mo Lang knew that whenever Old Jack lied, his eyes liked to drift to the right. Without saying anything else, he casually picked up the kitchen knife nearby and asked.

"Mo Lang!"

Seeing that Mo Lang insisted on returning it, Old Jack became angry too and called Mo Lang by his name for the second time.

The first time had been when Mo Lang did not go through Martial Soul Awakening last year.

Today was the second time.

That meant Old Jack was truly angry.

Otherwise, he would never call Mo Lang by name. He always called him little brat.

"You don't need to worry about how much this Soul Beast Meat cost. That isn't something a child like you should be worrying about. What you need to do now is eat this Soul Beast Meat, then obediently go through Martial Soul Awakening in three months!"

Old Jack said sternly, "I know you've been sensible since you were little, but you have to listen to me on this. Since I bought this meat, whether it works or not, I spent that money willingly."

"Even if there's only the slightest bit of hope, I'm willing! As long as you can become a Soul Master, if I, Old Jack, so much as furrow my brow, you can call me grandpa!"

"Hahahaha! Old Jack, why are you being so serious? Even if I went, I couldn't beat them. But you look pretty domineering today. Maybe Widow Wang will finally give in to you!"

Seeing Old Jack's imposing manner, Mo Lang could not help laughing. The tears at the corners of his eyes—he did not know whether they were from laughter or emotion.

Bang!

Old Jack angrily punched Mo Lang on the head, then started laughing too. "I'm not bragging, but Widow Wang is always sneaking glances at me!"

"Then that's great. Eat more Chive Scrambled Eggs today and make sure you can rise to the occasion!"

"You little brat, where did you learn so much dirty talk? Hurry up and stir-fry that Soul Beast Meat. We're going to Tang San's house to bring him some too. With a father like that, poor Xiao San has it rough."

"Got it."

Mo Lang did not object. He was quite familiar with Tang Hao and Tang San as well.

Once, he had drunk with Tang Hao, and the two of them had nearly sworn brotherhood.

That made Tang San watch him like a thief every time, terrified that he would drag his father off to drink again.

Tang Hao's house.

It was still the same dilapidated wooden house from the novel.

Tang San had probably just returned from training and was drenched in sweat.

"Yo, Xiao San, just back from a run?"

The moment he saw Tang San, Mo Lang took the initiative to greet him.

"..."

Upon seeing Mo Lang, Tang San's good mood from his training immediately plummeted to rock bottom.

There was no other reason. This boy, who was only a year and a half older than him, always wanted to swear brotherhood with his father so that Tang San would have to call him uncle.

As someone who had transmigrated here, calling Tang Hao Father and Old Jack Grandpa was not a problem.

But asking him to call Mo Lang, who was only a year and a half older, Uncle? Even if it killed him, he could not bring himself to say it.

Still, he had received plenty of care from Mo Lang and Old Jack over the past few years. Out of politeness, Tang San obediently greeted them, "Grandpa Jack, Lang-ge!"

Hearing that "Lang-ge," Mo Lang felt utterly delighted. Being called big brother by the protagonist really did feel great.