Douluo: Neighbor Tang San Comes Over to Use My Wi-Fi

Ever since Tang San discovered that the internet speed at Nan Xuan's house was incredibly fast, he embarked on a path of mooching off the Wi-Fi, and once he started, he couldn't stop.

Every time Tang San was in the middle of a match, Nan Xuan would "accidentally" discover him and force him to commit suicide to exit the game.

Tang San was always left shaken and terrified whenever he came out.

Nan Xuan felt that making Tang San commit suicide every time was becoming less fun, so he changed the match system: players could no longer exit by committing suicide and had to be killed by their opponents.

When Tang San saw this new rule, his face turned black; this rule was a major stumbling block on his path to free internet.

At night, Tang San lay in bed, pondering how to die at the hands of his opponents more quickly—or in short, how to feed kills faster.

At noon today, while he was in the middle of a personal duel, he noticed Nan Xuan walking over while yawning. He didn't want to keep making up excuses, and if this continued, he would run out of them, so he wanted to commit suicide and exit the match before Nan Xuan was fully awake.

"What's going on?" Tang San used the Silver Needle in his hand to poke his own glabella and stabbed his heart several times, only to find that he hadn't exited the match. He panicked.

With no other choice, he figured he must have been stabbing the wrong spots, so he stabbed his entire body.

The opponent on the other side watched this child self-harming and couldn't help but say, "How about I help you?"

When Tang San heard that, he thought, that would be great.

Just like that, Tang San was promptly kicked out of the match, and he scrambled away from the crime scene.

Nan Xuan watched Tang San's pathetic state and the corners of his mouth curled up into a smile.

He had changed the match rules mid-game on purpose because, during a match, players wouldn't know about any notifications sent from the outside.

"I just love watching others scramble for excitement," Nan Xuan sneered.

Lan Yingying watched Nan Xuan walk back into the house with a smile on his face.

"You're at such an age, yet you're still so childish," Lan Yingying said, speechless.

"Tch, what do you know? You don't understand the joy of messing with him. Do you want to join in?" Nan Xuan said with a laugh.

Lan Yingying looked at Nan Xuan in astonishment and then said, "That is my son's body, after all. I don't need to go and tease him; it's a bit off-putting."

Nan Xuan thought that made sense, so in that case, he would just enjoy the fun all by himself.

At night, Tang San was still thinking about what happened at noon. He felt it was necessary to engage in close-quarters combat with his opponents, as that would allow them to kill him faster.

"If that's the case, then tomorrow I should look into martial souls for close-quarters combat. Should I look into the Clear Sky Hammer? After all, there is a high probability that my future martial soul will be a hammer." Tang San tossed and turned, unable to sleep, his mind stuck on the events of the day.

Tang Hao, lying next to him, watched his son moving around and disturbing his sleep, and couldn't help but shout, "What kind of hammer are you moving? If you don't want to sleep, go forge some iron!"

Tang San instantly behaved himself. Sleep, he had to sleep; he didn't want to go forge iron in the middle of the night.

Wuwu, why does my house only have one bed?

Early the next morning, Tang San climbed up the small hill with two dark circles under his eyes.

"It's a good thing my Purple Demon Eye can fix dark circles, otherwise I'd look a bit like a specialty animal from Bashu," Tang San said, feeling fortunate.

After finishing his cultivation, Tang San made porridge for his ancestor, and after a greeting, the man came out.

Tang Hao looked at the porridge he had every single day; if he weren't a Title Douluo, he would have had diarrhea from it.

Tang Hao gritted his teeth and finished the bowl of white porridge in one go, had a little wine to season it, and went back to lie down.

Tang San looked at his family's situation and sighed inwardly, "If I hadn't cultivated the Mysterious Heaven Skill, I would definitely be suffering from malnutrition in this situation."

He eventually cast these thoughts aside, mentally imprinting a thought into his mind: My ancestor—pfft, my father—said he is the last relative I have in this world. I didn't have any in my past life, but it's good to have one in this life. I cannot despise him.

After tidying up the house, Tang San used his Ghost Shadow Perplexing Track to run to the corner of Nan Xuan's wall.

"If I had this Ghost Shadow Perplexing Track back then, I wouldn't have had to get a vaccine when I was being chased by dogs," Nan Xuan remarked, watching Tang San's bizarre movement technique.

Tang San had already entered the Network World, and today he planned to try out the Clear Sky Hammer.

After selecting the martial soul, Tang San started a personal duel.

"Hoo, hoo."

Tang San gripped the hammer handle with some difficulty. Watching the enemy approach from afar, he used his Mysterious Heaven Skill and Controlling Crane Capturing Dragon to finally swing the Clear Sky Hammer.

"Hahaha, kid, your martial soul hasn't even awakened yet. You can't swing the Clear Sky Hammer at all right now." The moment the opponent finished speaking, he saw Tang San swing the hammer.

Though, it was really just a swing—it moved once.

"Sigh, someone who hasn't undergone martial soul awakening consumes too much mental energy using the Clear Sky Hammer. You're so young, so I'll send you on your way." The uncle on the other side didn't want these kids to waste their mental energy recklessly, so with a sigh, he sent a kitchen knife flying into the boy's neck.

Tang San was killed by his opponent and sent out by the light screen, but his hand was still subconsciously touching his neck.

"What kind of 'Number One Tool Martial Soul' is this? I can't even use it right now. A hammer made so heavy—is it meant to weigh down a coffin lid?" Tang San couldn't help but complain internally.

Tang San switched back to his Silver Needle martial soul and started another round. Clearly, he had already mastered the use of this Silver Needle martial soul.

It didn't take long for him to win the match.

The thing that made Tang San happiest today wasn't actually winning the match, but that he hadn't been caught mooching off the Wi-Fi. It was very comfortable and quite satisfying.

Nan Xuan couldn't possibly go catch Tang San every single day; otherwise, what would he do if the kid stopped coming?

Giving him some space and a sliver of wishful thinking could be infinitely expanded.

In these days of mooching off the Wi-Fi, Tang San spent the years that held his most precious childhood memories.

In a few more days, he would be awakening his martial soul.

Today, Nan Xuan told him that in one week, Martial Soul Hall would send someone to awaken their martial souls.

Tang San was puzzled as to how Nan Xuan knew this.

Nan Xuan naturally told him, "I'm a businessman; it's only natural that I know the timing of certain things."

When it was time to sleep that night, Tang San couldn't fall asleep again, tossing and turning.

However, he didn't get scolded by Tang Hao this time, because he had finally achieved bed freedom. Although his father was still lying on the bed opposite him, at least they weren't sharing the same bed anymore.

Tang San was very nervous about the martial soul awakening in a week. Through his understanding of this world via the Network World, he was becoming increasingly worried about his own martial soul.

Early the next morning, after Tang San returned from his cultivation, he didn't choose to cook for Tang Hao first, but instead came to see Nan Xuan.

"Uncle Nan Xuan, do you know what my mother's martial soul was?" Tang San didn't dare ask his father, so asking his uncle was the next best thing.

Nan Xuan glanced at Lan Yingying and said with a smile, "Sorry, Little San, I never met your mother. However, her martial soul was likely Blue Silver Grass; after all, the girls in the nearby villages all have Blue Silver Grass. Perhaps your mother's martial soul was the same."

Upon hearing this, Tang San's face fell completely.

Blue Silver Grass, a blacksmith's hammer—how am I supposed to revive the Tang Sect? Do I have to rely on selling hidden weapons to make a fortune? Tang San roared inwardly.

Tang San, who appeared very calm on the outside, thanked Nan Xuan and then left.

After watching Tang San leave, Lan Yingying walked up to Nan Xuan and asked with a huff, "If you wanted to say it, just say it. Why did you have to look at me?"

Nan Xuan chuckled and said to Lan Yingying, "Oh, that was just a natural reaction. Don't be so petty."

"Hmph, next time, prepare your own meals." After saying this, Lan Yingying turned and left, not giving Nan Xuan any chance to explain.

Nan Xuan didn't intend to explain anyway; they were so familiar with each other that he wasn't worried at all.

During this week, the number of times Tang San came over to use the network decreased, perhaps because he was overly worried about the upcoming martial soul awakening.

On this day, Old Jack arrived at Tang San's doorstep and called out, "Little San, Little San."

"Grandpa Village Chief, is there something you need from me?" Tang San asked.

Old Jack hunched his back and said, "Tomorrow at noon, a deacon from Martial Soul Hall will come to our village to conduct the martial soul awakening ceremony for you all. Remember to gather at the Martial Soul Hall in the center of the village at noon."

"Alright, Grandpa Village Chief." Tang San had already learned of this news from Nan Xuan, but he still replied politely to Old Jack.

Old Jack had watched Tang San grow up and knew the boy was sensible, so he didn't offer any extra reminders. As he left, he glanced at Tang Hao inside the wooden house and could only let out a sigh.

"Dad, I'm going to have my martial soul awakened tomorrow at noon," Tang San said to Tang Hao after returning to the table.

"Mm." Tang Hao replied in his usual low voice, then finished his porridge and went back to lie down.

Tang San only smiled in response.

Over the past few years, he had been participating in individual matches, but his points had been hovering around 500, unable to go any higher.

Even the Mysterious Heaven Skill he cultivated could no longer improve.

The reason for the former was easy to understand: he didn't have enough wins. Whenever he was about to reach 500, he would lose a few matches, and his points would be deducted again.

This left him feeling quite helpless.

As for why his Mysterious Heaven Skill couldn't advance to the second level, he still hadn't found the reason. He always felt as if there was a natural shackle inside his body.

The explanation he found after searching the Network World was: "Without the blessing of a spirit ring, the Soul Power Level cannot be increased."

Tang San could only pin his hopes on the martial soul awakening now.

At noon the next day, Tang San headed to the Martial Soul Hall in the center of the village. Seeing the other children his age, he stood a bit further away.

Having been a loner who didn't fit in during his past life, he had spent the last few years active in the Network World, which had given him fewer and fewer opportunities to interact with his peers.

Before long, a deacon in white robes walked over.

Led by the village chief, the group of children followed the deacon into the Martial Soul Hall.

Tang San remained as he always was, standing at the very back. After everyone else had finished their awakening, it was finally his turn.

Tang San was enveloped by a gentle glow. He felt the shackle inside his body shatter, and the Mysterious Heaven Skill began to circulate on its own.