Tang Hao Ran at Full Speed!

"Ah, not bad. A single haul made me rich," Chen Huang sighed. "That's it for today's livestream."

Best Uncle in the Three Realms: Xiao Huang, keep an eye out for this kind of Spirit Bone for me. I want them regardless of age. I've already learned both soul skills from that Spirit Bone just now. I'll trade you Points for them when the time comes.

"Is that so? Can you use these Spirit Bones?" Chen Huang asked.

Best Uncle in the Three Realms: I can, but the effects of a Hundred Thousand Year one are negligible to me. I suppose I'd need Spirit Bones from very high-level Mythical Pokémon in your world for them to be of any use.

"In that case, forget the Points. Just return them to me after you're done using them. I can let other people use them. When the time comes, just teach me a few spells or Divine Abilities, hehe." Chen Huang laughed.

Best Uncle in the Three Realms: That works too.

After ending the stream, Chen Huang immediately and eagerly opened the Mall.

"Monster Strength Technique, 1,500 Points. I've had my eye on it for ages—buy it, buy it. Observation Haki, 2,000 Points—buy it, buy it. Armament Haki, 2,000 Points—buy it, buy it. Even though Armament Haki doesn't seem all that amazing, it can strengthen my combat power. Six Powers, 3,000 Points for the whole set—buy it, buy it. Life Return, 1,500 Points—buy it, buy it."

"No way. Uncle Zephyr looked so upright, but who knew he'd be this shrewd? He even uploaded Den Den Mushi. But if that's the case, these Den Den Mushi have huge potential."

Chen Huang thought that Douluo Continent had no means of long-distance communication, which was why Den Den Mushi held such great potential. Den Den Mushi were living creatures, so they had their own lifespans. If he sold them at a high price—say, 1,000 Gold Soul Coins each—then perhaps five or six years later, when they died, the buyers would have to purchase new ones.

With Den Den Mushi, couldn't he start a food delivery business too, taking orders over the phone? If he had his own newspaper office, he could publish his own newspapers. With newspapers, he could run his own ads in them, promoting phone ordering and food delivery services. Those earnings would only be small change, though. They couldn't compare with selling Den Den Mushi at all.

Chen Huang remembered that there seemed to be newspapers in the Douluo Continent animation from his previous life. But he was now in a real world. He knew full well that, at Douluo Continent's current level of development, they could not even produce cameras, much less newspapers. Could they only publish newspapers full of text? If so, then let him save this world's newspaper industry as well.

Naturally, Chen Huang could not produce cameras either, but didn't Pirate World and Naruto World both have them?

That seemed pretty good too. He could make a lot of money, and once he had money, he would have the capital to lead Sacred Soul Village toward prosperity. That would count as repaying Sacred Soul Village for the kindness it had shown his family.

The journey here had taken quite a while, but the trip back was much faster.

Early that morning, before dawn had even broken, Xiao Shan was awakened by her father, Tang Hao.

Rubbing her sleepy eyes, she asked, "What is it, Dad?"

Tang Hao said, "Get up and wash your face and brush your teeth. We're setting off."

"Huh?" She glanced outside the window. It was still pitch-black. "But it isn't even light yet."

Tang Hao said, "We have a long way to travel today. If we leave early, we can get back by evening."

"Oh." After hearing that, Xiao Shan obediently got dressed and climbed out of bed, then went to the water vat to draw water and wash up.

Tang Hao normally woke up early as well. He would get up to prepare breakfast, stoke the fire, then go to a faraway place and carry back a bucket of water. Their meals and washing water for the entire day came from the well. Sometimes, he would even head into the wilderness to hunt and bring back some game to give his daughter an extra dish.

But it was a little too early today, so he had not prepared breakfast. He planned to buy something to eat on the road when they passed through a town.

"You wash up first. Dad will go fetch a bucket of water," Tang Hao said.

He carried the wooden bucket out the door, and the moment his words fell, he vanished from sight. From leaving the house, to drawing water from the well, to carrying the bucket back home, the entire process was terrifyingly fast. The bucket was filled to the brim, yet not a single drop had spilled. The amount of water was exactly as it should be.

"I'm back."

As he spoke, he poured all the water into a water vat.

"No way, that fast? Dad, can you fly?" Xiao Shan mumbled indistinctly through the foam in her mouth. She had only said it casually, but Tang Hao suddenly looked guilty, his eyes darting about as if she had exposed him. However, Xiao Shan, still focused on washing up, did not notice.

By the time Xiao Shan had finished washing and the two set off, none of the villagers were in sight. Even they had not gotten up yet.

Tang Hao deliberately kept his speed at a pace that was fairly fast for Xiao Shan. Following him all the way, Xiao Shan found herself struggling a little, but she never uttered a single complaint about being tired.

Only after the sun rose did the two arrive at a small town and buy breakfast. Xiao Shan was finally able to rest for a little while. She had sweated a great deal along the way, and the sweat had plastered her blue-green hair together.

Breakfast was buns. Tang Hao bought quite a lot at once, likely including lunch as well. Whatever they did not finish, he stored in the Storage Soul Tool. He had also prepared plenty of water inside, enough in any case.

Finally, near noon, Xiao Shan could no longer hold on. She truly could not keep up with Tang Hao's pace anymore, because he had increased his speed once during the journey.

"I can't do it, Dad. I can't walk anymore." Xiao Shan's face had turned somewhat pale, and her voice was very soft.

Tang Hao turned his back to Xiao Shan, bent his knees, and hunched over. "Get on. Dad will carry you."

Tang Hao carried Xiao Shan on his back, quietly using Soul Power to protect her, then began sprinting at high speed. After sweating so much, she would catch a cold if the chilly wind blew on her.

From Tang Hao's back, Xiao Shan watched the scenery race past and exclaimed in amazement, "Dad, you run so fast!"

Tang Hao smiled. "When you grow up, you'll be able to run this fast too."

Xiao Shan knew that her father had many secrets, but she had never imagined he could run so fast, almost as though he were flying. Perhaps her father was a very powerful soul master. As for why he had become a blacksmith now, it might have something to do with her mother. Sometimes, when she got up in the middle of the night to use the bathroom, she could hear her father talking in his sleep. Ah Yin—that was probably her mother's name.

At their previous pace, they would not have reached Star Dou Great Forest even by nightfall, but now that might not be the case.

Tang Hao sprinted at full speed and finally reached a small town on the outskirts of Star Dou Great Forest by noon. Many businesses in this little town revolved around the Soul Beasts within Star Dou Great Forest. Soul Hunting Squads looking for members, people selling Soul Beast meat, corpses, and pelts, and even Soul Beast cubs. Quite a few soul masters also worked as mercenaries here.

After arriving in the small town, Tang Hao slowed his pace. One reason he had brought Xiao Shan here was to let her see some of the darker things in the world. She and Xiao Huang ran a business together, and they normally saw too few bad people. That would not do. When traveling outside, one still needed to keep one's guard up.

Tang San had been able to live independently since childhood, even taking care of Tang Hao in return. If I were Tang Hao, I would also have chosen to give him greater freedom. But if Tang San had not possessed the ability to live independently from a young age, Tang Hao would probably have shown his gentleness.

Sometimes, it wasn't that I didn't want to teach you. It was that I believed you could learn it on your own.

If I were a father, then I would still hope my child would be like Xiao Shan, rather than Tang San.

They could be a little clever, but they couldn't be an old monster.

That way, it would be easier for me to raise them. Raising children had its own joys too. If you don't cry, how am I supposed to comfort you? If you aren't childish and innocent, how am I supposed to buy you toys?

Tang San never had a childhood in either of his lives. Whether he became a god or a God King, it was all the same to me. It wasn't about how impressive he was, but about how pitiful he was.

Children, don't pretend to be mature. Being able to cry and laugh freely in your parents' arms and by their side is a right unique to children. After entering society, one only yearned more and more for those days when one could laugh and cry without restraint.

Adults wanted to cry but could not. Not even a single tear would fall.