Tang Yu nodded. "Got it. If I have one, I have one. By the way, wasn't there another Golden Finger? What's mine?"
"The Golden Finger might be a weapon, a martial skill, a cultivation method—in short, it could be anything. In the world of Douluo Continent, the host's Golden Finger is his Martial Soul," the system replied.
"What's my Martial Soul, then?"
System: "Please find out for yourself, host."
Tang Yu: "...So I have to wait another six years to find out what my Martial Soul is, right?"
"That's correct."
"Ah, fine." Tang Yu let out a soft sigh.
Six years passed in the blink of an eye. Throughout those six years, Tang San had kept coaxing Tang Yu into learning the Tang Sect Secret Arts as if he were a child. After all, Tang Yu was his own older brother, and he was still so young, so Tang San had taught him without reservation.
Tang San hadn't realized just how talented Tang Yu was until he started teaching him. No matter what Tang Yu learned, he picked it up immediately. In just a few days, his cultivation had reached Tang San's level, leaving Tang San amazed. Tang Yu was a peerless genius.
That day, Tang San sat cross-legged in the back hills, cultivating the Mysterious Heaven Skill. Tang Yu had been weighing something for a long time, and at last, he made up his mind. He went over to Tang San and said, "Xiao San, I have a huge secret. I didn't want to tell you, but we're brothers, so I've decided to tell you. I know you'll believe me once you hear it, because we're the same. I'm a transmigrator too!"
Tang San's eyes flew open at Tang Yu's words. He looked at him excitedly. "Brother, is that really true?"
Tang Yu nodded. "But we definitely didn't transmigrate from the same place. In the world I lived in before, there were no martial arts or cultivation or anything like that."
"Haha, I always thought I was the only transmigrator. I never imagined you were one too, Brother. Since we've both come to this brand-new world, we're no longer the Tang San and Tang Yu we used to be. From now on, we're brothers—real brothers!" Tang San said happily.
Tang Yu smiled. "We were already real brothers—born to the same parents!"
As he spoke, Tang Yu and Tang San exchanged a smile, then clasped right hands tightly.
Tang Yu had decided to tell him because he figured his secret would inevitably come out someday. He might as well tell Tang San first. They were both transmigrators, after all. What was there to hide?
That evening,
Tang Yu and Tang San returned home. Tang Hao was waiting for Tang San to make dinner. Though Tang Yu was the older brother, Tang San had still been the one cooking for the past six years. There was no helping it: Tang Yu only knew how to make instant noodles, instant zhajiang noodles, instant knife-cut noodles...
Tang San found it exhausting. He had to look after both his father and his brother. It wore him out.
One day, Old Jack, the village chief of Holy Soul Village, came to Tang Yu's house. Tang Hao glanced at Old Jack and asked indifferently, "What is it?"
"Tang Hao, Xiao Yu and Xiao San are both six years old this year. They can take part in the Awakening Ceremony," Old Jack said bluntly.
Tang Hao replied calmly, "Then let them. When is it?"
"In three days. I'll come get Xiao Yu and Xiao San then," Old Jack said.
Tang San immediately asked, "Grandpa Jack, what is the Awakening Ceremony?"
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