Tang Hao Feels He Hit Tang San Too Lightly

Tang Hao stared at Tang San intently for a long moment, until Tang San was truly starting to feel creeped out.

Finally Tang Hao confirmed it—

Tang San really had turned into a girl.

But this didn't seem like a bad thing;

in fact, he was a little happy.

Ah Yin's childhood name was Xiao San, and now Tang San was also a girl, also called Xiao San.

Tang Hao said flatly, "Girl or boy, it doesn't matter."

Enduring the pain in her rear from the spanking, Tang San suddenly pointed at a corner where a piece of raw iron had a faint dark luster. "Can I use that piece of iron?"

Tang Hao glanced at it briefly, not expecting it to actually contain some Iron Essence.

"You want to learn forging?"

Tang San nodded. She wanted to make Hidden Weapons, so forging was essential—and conveniently, her father was a blacksmith.

[Tang Hao saw that Tang San had an interest in learning forging. Tang Hao immediately decided to show Tang San what real forging looked like.]

Ye Ying saw this plot content, and his little brain began spinning at full speed.

With a slight smile, he made a modification.

[Modification successful. Swapped San and Hao. Points +1. Current Points: 2]

[Tang Hao saw that Tang San had an interest in learning forging. Tang San immediately decided to show Tang Hao what real forging looked like.]

Tang San picked up a piece of Tree Root from the ground, lit it with charcoal fire, stuck it in her mouth, and took a deep drag.

Tree Root, because it tasted exactly like smoking and wasn't harsh at all.

She blew a big smoke ring right into Tang Hao's face, extremely cocky.

Logically, doing something like this was completely out of character for Tang San, but the system's modifications were rule-based—no matter who it was, they performed the action with perfect familiarity.

"Old lamp, watch closely. Your auntie here is going to teach you what real forging looks like!"

Tang Hao clenched his right fist.

Tang San, you're getting a little too full of yourself.

If it weren't for the fact that Tang San had turned into a girl, he would have made sure Tang San knew why the flowers bloom so red.

And if Tang San's demonstration turned out to be nothing special, he'd make sure she knew that too.

Tang San's Mysterious Jade Hand suddenly exerted force, lifting the man-high Forging Hammer.

Even Tang Hao couldn't help being surprised at this point—innate divine strength.

She could actually lift that hammer.

Now, a hint of anticipation crept into his eyes.

[Tang San raised the Forging Hammer and slammed it heavily toward the iron in front of Tang Hao.]

For this next modification, Ye Ying was extremely smooth, as if guided by the system.

The hammer in Tang San's hand was just a few millimeters away from accurately smashing the iron block, but under the influence of some inexplicable force, the hammer, originally descending vertically, suddenly changed direction—

from vertical to horizontal.

And horizontally, there was only one thing lined up perfectly level:

that was Tang Hao's Kūn.

[Plot modification successful. Changed "iron" to "Kūn." Points +1. Current Points: 3]

[Tang San raised the Forging Hammer and slammed it heavily toward the Kūn in front of Tang Hao.]

A sneak attack!

Tang Hao never saw this coming; he couldn't even react.

The hammer struck with precision.

"Bam!"

Tang Hao's pupils instantly dilated, and he immediately let out a scream of agony.

"OW OW OW!"

Even a Title Douluo hadn't trained in iron crotch technique—

That spot was still the most vulnerable part.

Tang Hao crashed to the ground with a thud, clutching his abdomen and trembling nonstop.

"Tang San, you..."

He glared at Tang San, barely able to speak.

Tang San was stunned too. She had never thought of attacking Tang Hao, especially attacking him there.

"Dad, listen to me,"

"It was just a natural rebound from the hammer."

"I didn't mean to."

Tang Hao, gritting his teeth in pain, forced out a sentence, "You... just wait until I get up..."

Ye Ying didn't linger to watch any longer.

His stomach was growling from all the snacking, but unfortunately, he'd already used up his three basic modification chances for now, so he couldn't conjure up any food.

He casually picked up the Gold Bowl he'd modified and went to find Village Chief Old Jack, hoping to trade it for some Soul Coins to buy food.

His family was so poor they didn't have a single Soul Coin.

Old Jack didn't have that much cash on hand either, so he lent Ye Ying a little first, planning to recoup it after helping Ye Ying sell the Gold Bowl.

Ye Ying didn't mind. Tomorrow he could casually modify a pile of Gold Bowls or Gold Soul Coins.

By the time he got home, he heard Tang San's screams again.

This family—truly a picture of fatherly kindness and filial piety.

The next day, Ye Ying had just woken up and walked to the window when he saw Tang San returning from outside, starting to ladle porridge for the father and daughter.

"Early morning and I haven't eaten yet, but you two are already digging in."

[Tang San ladled a full bowl of thin porridge for Tang Hao, its aroma wafting everywhere.]

Ye Ying's modification was still as smooth as ever.

He felt like the system was tempting him to change it.

"Dad, time to eat,"

Tang San called out toward the inner room.

After a moment, the curtain over the inner doorway lifted, and a tall, bleary-eyed figure staggered out with unsteady steps.

He'd drunk a lot last night and still wasn't fully awake.

Tang Hao walked to the table and gave it a casual glance, but didn't look too closely.

"You put in the effort, making pumpkin porridge specially."

"It smells great."

He muttered offhandedly, clearly assuming it was compensation for injuring him yesterday.

Hearing this, Tang San was baffled.

Pumpkin porridge?

When did she make pumpkin porridge?

She looked at Tang Hao's bowl and saw a golden-yellow color inside.

He grabbed the bowl expertly and gulped it down in big mouthfuls.

One swallow in, and Tang Hao realized something was wrong.

His eyes flew wide open.

What pumpkin porridge?

This was f*cking sh*t!

[Plot modification successful. The porridge has been changed to excrement. Points +1. Current Points: 4.]

[Tang San ladled a full bowl of thin excrement for Tang Hao. The aroma was rich and fragrant.]

Because of those final four words—"the aroma was rich and fragrant"—Tang Hao could only know what he was drinking once it reached his mouth.

Tang Hao spat it all over Tang San's face in one violent burst.

"Tang San!"

"Is this your revenge because I hit you yesterday?"

Tang Hao's fists clenched tightly.

It seemed he had hit her too lightly yesterday.

Tang San wiped her face with her right hand.

How had perfectly good porridge turned into excrement!

"Dad, let me explain, no, I cooked porridge!"

Tang San waved her hands frantically.

"Of course I know you cooked porridge!"

"I saw that bowl was thin porridge."

Tang Hao moved to Tang San's side with practiced ease.

Left hand lifting, right hand striking—

His skill made Tang San hurt terribly.

Tang San wailed, "Dad, I really didn't do it!"

"Who else could it be?"

Still hitting her, Tang Hao dragged Tang San to the dry latrine.

One look down—

There was a clear, bowl-sized hole in it.

"And you still say it wasn't you."

Tang San screamed even louder.

Tang San strongly suspected someone was framing her, but she had no evidence.

She truly hadn't done this.

But when she had ladled the porridge, she had been the only one there.

What kind of good person would specifically take a bowl, go to the latrine, scoop a bowlful, and then set it on the table?

Could she really have done it herself?

And then forgotten?