Still Holy Soul Village

The scene shifted. Eight days had passed since Qian Ningshuang's group returned to Spirit City. Outside Nuoding City, in Holy Soul Village...

God King Tang, who embodied so many elements of the Evil Soul Master sect Xuantian Sect from ten thousand years ago, still had no idea that Gu Yuena had wandered out of Star Dou Forest twenty thousand years ahead of schedule.

Even if he had known, aside from perhaps lamenting that his future daughter-in-law was gone, there was nothing he could do. After all, he was still just a boy who had not even awakened his Martial Soul yet and spent his days lifting iron.

Of course, in this world that transmigrators had already thrown into complete chaos, whether he would even have sons or daughters was another matter entirely.

Watching Tang San approach his goal of ten thousand repetitions, Tang Hao could not help sighing. This unknown thing occupying his son's body truly had remarkable perseverance.

And that unknown Self-Created Soul Skill of his was exquisite as well. He had nearly reached ten thousand repetitions, yet not a single blister had formed on his hands.

It seemed that before making a move, Tang Hao could interrogate him and obtain those Self-Created Soul Skills, then hand them over to the sect and make it great again, Tang Hao thought silently.

As the former designated heir of Clear Sky Sect, Tang Hao had been exposed to a series of Self-Created Soul Skills such as the Haotian Nine Absolutes since childhood. He could proudly say that no one on the continent understood Self-Created Soul Skills better than he did.

Thus, he had evaluated the several Self-Created Soul Skills in Tang San's hands. That movement-type Self-Created Soul Skill and eye-type Self-Created Soul Skill were already sufficiently exquisite, while this hand-focused Self-Created Soul Skill seemed even more tailor-made for Clear Sky Sect.

Just as Tang Hao forged farm tools while pondering how to obtain those Self-Created Soul Skills from Tang San, an aged voice sounded from outside the door.

"Tang Hao, busy?"

The visitor was an old man in his sixties, none other than Holy Soul Village's village chief, Old Jack.

Tang Hao merely grunted in reply, while Tang San did not even acknowledge Old Jack.

Tang San remembered everything Old Jack had done in his previous life, from insulting the son to insulting the father. Though he could not send him down the Path of Seeking Death after all these years of aid, a good attitude was out of the question.

Old Jack did not say anything either. This father and son treated everyone in the village like this, acting as if they could not be bothered. One more old man made no difference.

As for why he still helped them despite their attitude, everyone in the village saw each other every day. They were merely cold; he could not simply watch them starve to death.

Of course, Old Jack had no hobby of pressing his warm face against a cold backside. He merely told Tang San to come for the Martial Soul awakening ceremony in three days, then turned and left.

A Martial Soul awakening... I'll be seeing Xiao Wu soon! Six years! I've waited far too long for this day!

A sharp gleam burst from Tang San's eyes.

Tang Hao glanced at Tang San, who seemed to be anticipating something, then lowered his gaze.

He could awaken Martial Souls too. But if he personally awakened Tang San's Martial Soul, what if it turned out not to be Blue Silver Grass or the Clear Sky Hammer? Should he just beat this thing to death? Yet the body was still his son's.

Personally uncovering that the soul in this body was not his son would be too cruel.

Better to leave it to Spirit Hall. At least then he would not have to face it himself. When the time came, he would keep watch with his senses. If it truly was not Blue Silver Grass or the Clear Sky Hammer, he would quietly leave and let him fend for himself.

Having made his decision, Tang Hao swung the hammer in his hand with increasing ferocity.

Three days passed in the blink of an eye.

Tang San made his way to the Spirit Hall in the center of the village with practiced ease. Naturally, Spirit Hall could not possibly build a luxurious structure in every village; it was merely a wooden house.

Seeing the Spirit Hall emblem on the wooden hut, a cold glint flashed through Tang San's eyes. He did not possess even the slightest favorable impression of Spirit Hall.

One reason was that Spirit Hall had killed his mother and Xiao Wu. Although that had happened tens of thousands of years ago, and Xiao Wu and his mother had both been revived in the end, now that God King Tang had been reborn, it meant Xiao Wu and his mother would still have to die at Spirit Hall's hands once more. This grudge could not simply be written off.

The second reason was that, from a God King's perspective, Spirit Hall was deeply detestable. The entire continent had been managed by Spirit Hall until there was nothing but fighting and killing among Spirit Masters. How was the God Realm supposed to display its majesty? And they even forbade the existence of any faith on the continent besides Angel worship. That was truly a Path of Seeking Death!

As for Spirit Hall not having promoted Angel worship for thousands of years, God King Tang could not be bothered to care. In any case, faith in gods could no longer be seen anywhere on the continent. As a former God King, he naturally had to do his part for the glorious future of the God Realm!

Third, he had to avenge Tang Sect. As a God King, he had known of Xuantian Sect ten thousand years ago. In his view, it had been founded by Tang Sect seniors who arrived in this world before him, so it counted as Tang Sect as well. Spirit Hall had destroyed Xuantian Sect, so he, a Tang Sect disciple, naturally had to avenge it.

What, Xuantian Sect was full of Evil Soul Masters? What kind of backwoods peasant thinking was that? One had to broaden one's horizons. From his God King perspective, Evil Soul Masters merely obtained power differently from ordinary Spirit Masters. Evil was an indispensable part of the world. As for those who died at the hands of Evil Soul Masters, everyone would die sooner or later anyway. They might as well contribute some strength to Tang Sect disciples.

Fourth, he had to follow the trajectory of his previous life and continue down his path to becoming a God King. Spirit Hall had to be destroyed no matter what.

Of course, because he needed to follow the trajectory of his previous life, he still had to rely on Spirit 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 Lord Soul Master arrives later, you must be respectful."

"And don't panic. It's fine if you can't become a Spirit Master. Your grandpa's estate is enough for you to live out your life safely and happily."

Watching Old Jack patiently instruct the girl, and the black-haired girl obediently agree, Tang San frowned. He never went anywhere besides the hillside outside the village and home, and had no dealings with the villagers, but based on the memories of his previous life, there had been no such girl on the day of the Martial Soul awakening!

Could it be that too much time had passed and he had forgotten? Impossible. With the girl's outstanding appearance and temperament, there was no way he would not remember her!

He had to get to the bottom of this. Thinking that, Tang San spoke to Old Jack. "Village Chief, who is this girl?"

"My granddaughter. What is it? I'm warning you, Tang San, put away those little thoughts of yours. If you're thinking about my granddaughter, first take a look at that pigsty you call a home."

Old Jack replied irritably. Tang San wore a face every day as though his own mother had died, and now he was trying to get friendly just because his granddaughter was pretty? Was Tang San worthy?

My home is a pigsty, and you, a mere old man, think you can insult it? And who's interested in your granddaughter? Xiao Wu is the only one in my heart!

Tang San wanted to snap back like that, but what came out was, "I was just asking."

At the same time, he restrained the intense killing intent within him and thought silently, A minor lack of patience can ruin great plans. I still have to follow the trajectory of my previous life. If I kill someone here, I won't be able to awaken my Martial Soul at all.