Mighty and Dominant Old Jack

Jerry went home, changed clothes, then went out to find Old Jack. Old Jack was planting carrots in the fields!

Old Jack's Martial Soul was a Food-type Martial Soul. Since he had no Innate Soul Power, he could not cultivate, but he could summon it to eat. By chance, he discovered that the carrots summoned by his Martial Soul could also be planted. From then on, he began growing carrots. The carrots he grew were large and crisp, with a fresh fragrance and excellent taste. Everyone who ate them praised them.

Jerry quickly found Grandpa working in the fields. Grandpa was bent over, planting carrots. A row of holes had been dug in front of him, probably prepared earlier. Now, he was placing carrots into each hole after summoning his Martial Soul, then covering them with soil, planting them one after another.

Watching Grandpa work, Jerry felt a pang in his heart. He did not know whether it was because of this body's bloodline or something else, but he simply felt terrible inside.

"Grandpa Jack, Grandpa Jack, stop working! Little San and I caught a huge fish. We're going to cook it now!" Jerry shouted.

Hearing Jerry call out, Old Jack straightened his hunched back. When he heard Jerry mention catching a huge fish, he did not know what fishing was, but thinking of the danger of catching fish made him anxiously ask, "Jerry, you went to catch fish? The water's edge is so dangerous! Good thing you're all right. Don't go again next time!"

"Grandpa, I'm fine. We were fishing. We fished from the shore."

Hearing that they had stayed on shore, Old Jack immediately relaxed.

"Really? What a good child! You already know how to catch fish! You're better than your grandpa—I don't even know how! You've really grown up!"

Old Jack took Jerry home first, put away the tools, washed his hands, and then prepared to go to Tang Hao's house.

The moment he arrived at Tang Hao's house and saw Tang Hao lying at the doorway, his temper flared.

"Tang Hao, you're such a grown man, yet you lie around drinking every day! Look at your son—look how skinny he is! Can't you pull yourself together for Little San's sake?"

"So what if I do?" Tang Hao took a swig of liquor and continued lying there.

"You, you... Tang Hao, can't you do more work and improve Little San's life? Look at this—two children went off to catch fish by themselves!" Old Jack was so angry his teeth hurt.

Tang San walked out at that moment. "Grandpa Jack, don't criticize Father. Father treats me very well!"

"Ah, forget it. Little San is still the sensible one. He's far better than you, an adult. I'll cook the fish!" Old Jack said helplessly.

As the Village Chief, it was not his first time criticizing Tang Hao. Yet Tang Hao ignored him every time, leaving him with nowhere to vent his anger.

Seeing Grandpa Jack scold Tang Hao, Jerry could not help feeling that Grandpa was truly mighty and domineering. He dared scold the Clear Sky Douluo like that and was still alive and well. Grandpa was probably the only one who could do it!

Old Jack entered the kitchen and saw the huge fish on the chopping board.

"Such a big fish. How did you catch it?"

"Grandpa Jack, we caught it near the waterfall with the tool Jerry made," Tang San hurriedly said.

"Good, I'll kill the fish! A fish this big needs to be chopped apart before it's easy to cook." As he spoke, Old Jack chopped down at the fish's head. Then, a flash of white light appeared, condensing into a white ring above the fish.

"A Soul Beast! This is a Soul Beast! You caught a Soul Beast, and I actually killed one with my own hands. Ah, what a waste, what a waste! If we took this to Nuoding City, it could sell for ten Gold Soul Coins." Old Jack spoke regretfully.

Seeing the Soul Ring, Tang San was stunned and hurriedly asked, "Grandpa Jack, what is a Soul Beast?"

"Little San, when you turn six, you can awaken your Martial Soul. If you have Soul Power, you can become a Soul Master. Every time a Soul Master advances ten levels, they need to absorb a Soul Ring before they can break through and continue cultivating. Holy Soul Village once produced a Spirit Sage, which is why our village is called Holy Soul Village. You'll understand once you grow up!" Old Jack explained to Tang San.

So that was it. The reason the Mysterious Heaven Skill could not break through was probably because I lacked a Soul Ring. Tang San looked at the white Soul Ring before him, filled with excitement. If I absorb this Soul Ring, I can break through! "Then, Grandpa Jack, how do you absorb a Soul Ring?" Tang San asked.

"I don't know that. I have no Soul Power, so I can't cultivate. Once you awaken your Martial Soul, if you have Soul Power, I'll send you to the Soul Master Junior Academy in Nuoding City. The teachers there will teach you," Old Jack explained.

Tang San was somewhat disappointed. Looking at the Soul Ring before him, he was unwilling to accept it. He reached out to touch the Soul Ring, but his hand passed straight through it without any reaction.

Jerry watched everything from the side. Tang San had learned about Soul Masters ahead of time—would that affect the future plot? After thinking about it, he decided, Forget it. Who cares? I should think about how to talk Tang San into teaching me the Mysterious Heaven Skill!

Wait, if I taught Tang San about Soul Masters in advance, then when he met Yu Xiaogang later, would he not be so easily fooled? If Yu Xiaogang could not take Tang San as his disciple, then would Tang San have to take many more detours early on?

Thinking about Yu Xiaogang's awkward expression in the future, Jerry snickered. This is perfect. If I tell Tang San about Soul Masters beforehand, maybe he'll be touched enough to teach me the Mysterious Heaven Skill!

After that fishing incident, Jerry and Tang San often went fishing. Every time they killed a fish and Tang San saw the white Soul Ring floating before him, his heart ached.

Furthermore, under the excuse of fishing, Jerry had Tang San make many things for him. For example, dumbbells, barbells, and Pull-up Bars. Perhaps because of the Soul Power in this world, the effects of training were obvious.

Later, those pieces of equipment clearly could no longer satisfy Jerry's training needs, so he had Tang San make a Resistance Machine. It could train both arms and legs, and the weight could be increased whenever it was not enough.

Tang San found the things Jerry asked him to make very strange, but once assembled, they became something different. He could tell that all of them were for external training, while his Mysterious Heaven Skill was for internal cultivation.

Tang San had no interest in external training. External training would only make the body stronger and increase muscle mass. Tang San did not like muscular men. In his previous life, there had been people in the Tang Sect who practiced external training, each one bare-chested and showing off their muscles.

Tang San did not want to train himself into that kind of person. He still preferred the appearance of a refined gentleman.

After Jerry upgraded his fishing equipment, fishing became much safer. As Jerry trained, he gradually developed muscles and became much stronger than before. So he had Tang San forge him a pure metal Fishing Rod, two meters long and equipped with a Fishing Reel. The Fishing Reel had no drag system or anything like that; it could only release and retrieve line. Jerry knew nothing about mechanical design and had no intention of studying it. As long as it worked, that was enough.

With the Fishing Reel, Jerry no longer worried about fish dragging him into the water. One day, he went fishing with Tang San again. Bringing the new equipment, he completely let loose after catching one fish. One after another, he reeled them in, and soon more than a dozen fish were piled up on the shore. Seeing so many fish, Tang San was delighted. He stopped fishing altogether and began cleaning the fish on shore.

Earlier, Jerry had asked Tang San to make a handcart, originally to transport their fishing equipment. Now, it was filled with fish.

"Jerry, stop fishing for today. We can't eat all of this!" Tang San said. He was happy, but seeing Jerry catch more and more fish, he worried they would not be able to finish them.

"One last fish. Once the next one comes ashore, I'll stop!"

Then another fish came ashore. "One more cast, just one cast. We'll leave after this cast. Look, it's still early. Don't worry!"

"One last fish."

"One more cast."

By the time the sky was almost dark, Tang San said, "Jerry, look at this. You kept saying one more cast over and over. Now there are so many fish in this cart that neither of us can push it!"

"You looked pretty happy while cleaning the fish too! The new equipment was so satisfying that I lost track of myself for a while."

"I was happy at first, but after you caught this many fish, I couldn't stay happy even if I wanted to."

"Then what should we do? Most of these fish are dead. Throwing them away would be wasteful, and if we don't eat them, they'll spoil! How about this—you stay here, and I'll go back to the village to get people!" Jerry said.

"That's the only way. Can you not catch so many fish next time?" Tang San said.

"I'll be careful next time! I'll be careful next time!" Jerry said.

Tang San would never understand how many casts a Fisherman's final cast really meant.

Then Jerry returned to the village to get people. There were only a little over thirty households in the village. That night, Every Household ate fish, praising Jerry and Tang San as they ate.

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