Still Holy Soul Village

Switching the camera, eight days have passed since Qian Ningshuang and her group returned to Wuhun City. We are now at Holy Soul Village, outside Nuoding City.

Tang God King, who has stacked up many elements of the Evil Soul Master sect Xuantian Sect from ten thousand years ago, does not yet know that Gu Yuena has already wandered out of the Star Dou Forest twenty thousand years ahead of schedule.

Even if he did know, aside from perhaps sighing that his daughter-in-law is gone, there is nothing he can do; after all, he is currently just a boy who hammers iron without even having awakened his martial soul.

Of course, in this world already turned into a mess by transmigrators, it remains to be seen whether he even has a son or daughter.

Watching Tang San, who has almost reached his goal of ten thousand strikes, Tang Hao cannot help but feel a sense of emotion. This unknown entity occupying his son's body truly has remarkable perseverance.

And those unknown self-created soul skills of his are also exquisite; he has performed nearly ten thousand strikes without even a single blister appearing on his hands.

It seems that before taking action, I can interrogate him to obtain these self-created soul skills and hand them over to the sect, allowing the sect to become great once again, Tang Hao thought to himself.

As the designated heir of the former Haotian Sect, having been exposed to the Haotian Nine Absolutes and a series of other self-created soul skills since childhood, Tang Hao can proudly say that no one on the continent understands self-created soul skills better than he does.

Therefore, he has made some assessments of the few self-created soul skills in Tang San's hands. That movement-type self-created soul skill and the eye-type self-created soul skill are already exquisite enough, and this self-created soul skill applied to the hands seems even more tailor-made for his Haotian Sect.

Just as Tang Hao was forging farm tools and pondering how to get those self-created soul skills from Tang San, an old voice rang out from outside the door.

"Tang Hao, are you busy?"

The person who arrived was an old man in his sixties, none other than the village chief of Holy Soul Village, Old Jack.

Tang Hao just gave a casual grunt, while Tang San did not even bother to acknowledge Old Jack.

In his previous life, he remembered everything about how Old Jack would scold the father in front of the son. Although, out of consideration for the years of relief provided, he wouldn't commit a "way of seeking death," a good attitude was impossible.

Old Jack didn't say anything; these two father and son were like this to everyone in the village, with an indifferent attitude, so he wasn't an exception.

As for why he still provided relief despite such an attitude, they saw each other every day in the village; being a bit cold was one thing, but he wouldn't actually watch them starve to death.

Of course, Old Jack had no hobby of pressing his hot face against a cold butt. He simply left behind a sentence about bringing Tang San to participate in the martial soul awakening ceremony in three days, then turned and left.

Martial soul awakening, it seems I will see Xiao Wu soon! Six years! I have waited for this day for too long!

A sharp glint erupted in Tang San's eyes.

Tang Hao glanced at Tang San, who seemed to be looking forward to something, and lowered his eyelids.

Martial soul awakening, he could do it himself, but if he personally helped Tang San awaken, what if it turned out not to be Blue Silver Grass or Haotian Hammer? Should he just kill this thing on the spot? But at least the physical body is his son's.

To personally reveal that the soul inside this body is not his son would be too cruel.

It is better to leave it to Wuhun Hall; at least he won't have to face it himself. When the time comes, he will watch with his senses, and if it really isn't Blue Silver Grass or Haotian Hammer, he will quietly leave and let him fend for himself.

Having made his decision, the hammer in Tang Hao's hand swung even more violently.

Three days passed in the blink of an eye.

Tang San arrived at the Wuhun Hall in the center of the village with familiar ease. Of course, Wuhun Hall wouldn't build a luxurious structure in every village; it was just a wooden house.

Looking at the Wuhun Hall emblem on the wooden house, a cold light flashed in Tang San's eyes. He lacked even a shred of goodwill toward Wuhun Hall.

The reason for his lack of goodwill is, firstly, that Wuhun Hall had killed his mother and Xiao Wu. Although that was tens of thousands of years ago, and both Xiao Wu and his mother were eventually resurrected, since he, Tang God King, has been reborn, it means Xiao Wu and his mother must still die at the hands of Wuhun Hall once. This grudge cannot just be let go.

Secondly, from the perspective of a God King, this Wuhun Hall is also extremely annoying. The entire continent is managed by Wuhun Hall to the point where, aside from the fighting and killing of soul masters, nothing else happens. How can the God Realm manifest its majesty? Moreover, they prohibit the appearance of any faith on the continent other than the Angel, which is a "way of seeking death"!

As for the fact that Wuhun Hall hasn't promoted the Angel faith for thousands of years, he, Tang God King, is too lazy to care. Anyway, there is no faith in gods on the continent right now, and as a former God King, he naturally has to fulfill his duty for the well-being of the God Realm!

Thirdly, he must take revenge for the Tang Sect. As a God King, he knew about the Xuantian Sect from ten thousand years ago. In his view, it was established by the Tang Sect predecessors who came to this world before him, so it could be considered the Tang Sect. Wuhun Hall, which destroyed the Xuantian Sect, naturally must be avenged by him, a disciple of the Tang Sect.

What, the Xuantian Sect was full of Evil Soul Masters? What kind of rustic, village-idiot view is that? One must have a broader vision. From his God King perspective, Evil Soul Masters just obtain power differently from normal soul masters; evil is an indispensable part of the world. As for those who died at the hands of Evil Soul Masters, people will die sooner or later, so they might as well contribute their strength to his Tang Sect disciples.

Fourthly, he must follow the trajectory of his previous life and continue his path as a God King. Wuhun Hall must be destroyed regardless.

Of course, because he has to follow the trajectory of his previous life, he still has to rely on Wuhun Hall to awaken his martial soul.

Just like that, after waiting for a while, Old Jack arrived late with a little girl with black hair.

"An'er, when the soul master arrives later, you must be respectful."

"Don't panic either. It doesn't matter if you don't become a soul master; Grandpa's family assets are enough for you to live a safe and happy life."

Looking at Old Jack, who was earnestly teaching the girl, and the well-behaved black-haired girl who was nodding in agreement, Tang San frowned. Although he didn't go anywhere other than the hillside outside the village and his home, and had no interaction with the villagers, based on his memories from his previous life, this girl was not there on the day of the martial soul awakening!

As for whether he might have forgotten due to the long passage of time, that is impossible. With the girl's outstanding appearance and temperament, it would be impossible for him not to have an impression!

This problem must be figured out. Thinking of this, Tang San opened his mouth and asked Old Jack: "Village Chief, who is this girl?"

"My granddaughter, what's wrong? I'm warning you, Tang San, put away those little thoughts of yours. If you have designs on my granddaughter, first weigh the worth of your pigsty of a home."

Old Jack replied with annoyance. He wears a face like his mother died every day, and now that he sees his granddaughter is pretty, he tries to get close? Is he, Tang San, even worthy?

My home is a pigsty, and that's something a common old man like you can insult? Also, who has designs on your granddaughter? I only have Xiao Wu in my heart!

Tang San really wanted to curse back like that, but what came to his lips was: "I was just asking."

At the same time, he restrained the murderous intent in his eyes, thinking to himself, if one cannot bear small things, one will mess up great plans. He still has to follow the trajectory of his previous life; if he kills someone here, he will never be able to awaken his martial soul.