Martial Soul Awakening! Tang San Reborn! Cursing His Useless Father Tang Hao!

"My Martial Soul is Blue Silver Grass, and I have Innate Full Soul Power."

"What?! How could Blue Silver Grass possess Innate Full Soul Power? This is practically a miracle!"

"Unfortunately, it still couldn't change its fate as a useless Martial Soul. At most, it would make it easier for you to become a First-Ring Soul Master. It has no attack power, no control capability, and what use is support?"

"It has no value whatsoever for cultivation."

"Still, you're quite fortunate, so don't lose heart. At the very least, you can become a Soul Master. Spirit Hall also provides one Gold Soul Coin every month as a subsidy."

Inside the shabby house, Su Yuntao's expression kept shifting between disappointment, surprise, and bewilderment before finally turning into a deeply helpless sigh.

"Alright, your awakenings are complete. You may all leave."

"Tang San, this is your awakening certificate. Keep it safe."

As he spoke, he took out a pen and document, quickly wrote on it, stamped it with a seal, and handed it to the youth before hurriedly packing up and leaving.

After casting Tang San envious looks, the other youths followed Su Yuntao out in disappointment.

Outside, Village Chief Jack was already overjoyed.

Tang San alone still stood there blankly, staring at the Blue Silver Grass in his right hand, which glowed with a faint blue light.

And the Spirit Hall awakening certificate he held in his left hand.

Especially after the fusion of memories and seeing the conspicuous words "Tang San" on the document, the youth finally came back to his senses. Shocked, he murmured inwardly, "Holy shit, I was actually reborn as Tang San!"

That was right. The current Tang San was not the Tang San from the Original Work. At least, his body was, but his soul had already been replaced by Tang San from Huaxia on Earth.

The soul of that thief from the Tang Sect had died, fused with him, and been devoured by him. At this moment, he could only feel that his soul and Spiritual Power had grown stronger.

Purple Demon Eye had advanced ahead of time from the first realm, Overview Stage, to the second realm, Subtlety Stage.

He carefully sensed his body. It was exceptionally frail and malnourished.

Damn Tang Hao. A dignified Titled Douluo, yet he couldn't even afford to buy meat for me? What a piece of shit!

He made me shorter and skinnier than everyone else—malnourished, physically weak. Luckily, the original owner had been cultivating the Mysterious Heaven Skill to nourish his body, or things would have been even worse.

What a piece of shit.

Fine if he didn't raise me, but he even made the original owner raise him?

Still, considering he's a Titled Douluo, I can only swallow my anger for now. I haven't grown strong yet, and I still need his protection.

Tang San frowned and cursed furiously in his heart.

He could only make up for it later.

Otherwise, becoming a powerful Soul Master would be impossible.

His foundation had been poor since childhood.

"Blue Silver Grass, huh? Since I replaced Tang San from the Original Work in this life, there's no way I'll acknowledge that idiot Yu Xiaogang as my teacher. He would only mislead a Disciple. In the Original Work, the help he gave the original owner was negligible, yet at the end he shamelessly claimed that he had nurtured a god?"

"Damn it, when I read that part, I was so angry I laughed."

"If Tang San hadn't known the Tang Sect Secret Arts in Soul Hunting Forest, they would have been wiped out long ago. Of course, perhaps Tang Hao, hiding in the shadows, would have intervened—but that only proved what a useless fool Yu Xiaogang was."

"Blue Silver Grass has such vigorous Life Force, yet he made it follow a poison-control path. He was out of his mind. It should have pursued Extreme Life sublimation, continuously stacking Life Force. Besides, mine is Blue Silver Emperor—it just hasn't awakened yet."

"As for Blue Silver Bind, once its Life Force rose, controlling it with a thought would be easy. Turning that into a soul skill would simply be redundant and waste a Soul Ring slot."

"A piece of trash like that became the Continent's Number One Theoretical Master? Bah! Those theories were stolen from Spirit Hall! At most, he summarized them and published them as his own theories. Yu Xiaogang was also a shameless thief!"

Tang San inwardly ridiculed him.

He was utterly contemptuous of Yu Xiaogang, filled with disdain and scorn.

What was more, Tang San also had a Second Martial Soul—the Clear Sky Hammer.

Crackle, crackle.

A faint spark of electricity flashed across his left hand and vanished.

There was no rush to cultivate the Clear Sky Hammer. Just like in the Original Work, he could add high-year Soul Rings later. When the time came, One Force Breaks All Laws would be quite satisfying.

With a thought, he put away the Blue Silver Grass, turned around, and left.

When he stepped outside, Old Jack came up to him and said happily, "Little San, I heard from Lord Soul Master that you have Innate Full Soul Power. Heaven has truly blessed Sacred Soul Village. Don't worry. Although your Martial Soul is Blue Silver Grass, you can at least become a Soul Master. The village has a Work-Study Student slot at the Junior Soul Master Academy. Grandpa plans to send you there to study. What do you think?"

"Grandpa Jack, I'm willing to go." Tang San nodded.

"Good, good, good. What a good child."

"You go home first. I'll head back and make preparations as well."

Old Jack was delighted. After leaving those words behind, he hurried away.

Tang San returned alone to the rundown thatched hut.

A dignified Titled Douluo, even if he was living under a false name, was still the village's only blacksmith. He had no worries about food or drink, yet he was unwilling even to build a decent house or provide him with a good environment to grow up in. What an unqualified trash father.

Tang San was full of resentment.

He was not like the original owner, influenced by the feudal ideas of the ancient Tang Sect and unwilling to hold a grudge against Tang Hao no matter how he was treated.

He was a new-generation kid born in the 2000s, from twenty-first-century Huaxia, someone who had received nine years of compulsory education. He utterly despised those feudal notions and was deeply angered by the way Tang Hao had treated him.

He had to fight for his own future.

So he took a deep breath and pushed the door open.

A wave of stifling heat hit him. The forging furnace had been lit.

There was also a thick stench of alcohol and filth.

Tang San wore a disgusted expression and closed the door.

"You're back? Go make me something to eat. I'm hungry."

Tang Hao spoke with a drunken look on his face.

As for whether he was truly drunk, only he himself knew.

After all, how could a Titled Douluo possibly be numbed by alcohol?

Of course, if Tang Hao had deliberately stopped circulating his Soul Power and allowed the alcohol's numbing effects to take hold, that was another matter.

Yet this time, Tang San did not move.

Instead, he shut the door and stood at the entrance, silently staring at Tang Hao.

Tang Hao noticed Tang San's abnormal behavior and frowned as he looked over. Their eyes met, and he froze. For some reason, he felt that Tang San was somewhat different today.

Tang San said coldly, "Tang Hao, you really are a trash father!"

Tang Hao froze at those words. They hit him hard.

Before he could say anything, however, Tang San continued. His voice grew louder and louder, brimming with resentment.

"If my dead mother knew that I followed you, went hungry, lacked warm clothes, couldn't sleep well, and was raised into this state while you drank all day, she would definitely regret ever being with you and giving birth to me. She would hate you!"

"Tang Hao, I've had enough of you all these years!"

"I'm your fucking son, not your servant!"

"Following you has been fucking bad luck!"

"I don't know how Mom died, but she definitely wouldn't want to see you like this! Or see me looking like this, malnourished and pathetic! She would be heartbroken!"

"Can't you fucking act like a father for once?!"

"If you weren't prepared to be a father, why did you have me with Mom?!"

"Have you done right by Mom? Have you done right by me?!"

"You are the most useless, most trashy father and husband in this world! Mom must have had eight lifetimes of bad luck to have fallen for you!"

"I've said everything I wanted to say. Kill me or torture me, do whatever you want!"

"Kill me, and I can go be with Mom!"

Tang San took a deep breath, pointed at Tang Hao, and roared. The more he cursed, the more worked up he became. Damn it, the more he cursed, the better it felt.

He poured out all the resentment he had been holding in his heart for years.

In truth, the original owner had resented him too, but constrained by feudal thinking, he had never erupted or revealed it.

He had kept swallowing his anger like a servant, doing every kind of chore.

Now, all of that had been inherited by the reborn Tang San. He could not endure it, so he simply laid everything bare and cursed it out.

Overwhelmed by emotion, tears streamed from his eye sockets.

He felt so wronged. He clearly had a powerful father, yet he had still ended up in this fucking state.

He truly could not endure it anymore!