Tang San's Little Story, Big Brother, You and the Tang Sect Are Destined!

Tang San had originally intended to tell his father, Tang Hao, about his secret second martial soul once he returned.

But now, to dare insult his big brother and profane the supreme arts of the Tang Sect!

What kind of father is this!

This is clearly nothing more than a drunken sot!

Tang San let out a cold snort in his heart, no longer viewing Tang Hao as his father.

In this life, having his big brother is enough for him!

From this day forward, the only person he would protect and support is his big brother, Tang Yin!

Together with his big brother, he would make the Tang Sect reappear on the Douluo Continent, ascend to the pinnacle, and create glory once more!

Having declared that Tang Hao had invited his own death and was unworthy of being a father, Tang San began to calculate in his heart how he could reasonably explain the Tang Sect's supreme arts to his big brother, Tang Yin, tomorrow.

The next day.

The horizon had just begun to pale with the first light of dawn.

Tang Yin and Tang San, as they did every day, carried the household's wooden buckets, preparing to fetch water from the mountain behind their home.

Along the way, Tang San suppressed his excitement and agitation, repeatedly refining the words he intended to say in his mind.

Upon arriving at the back mountain, Finally, feeling prepared, Tang San excitedly called out, stopping Tang Yin in his tracks.

"Big Brother!"

"What is it, Little San?"

Tang Yin looked back at Tang San, feeling quite puzzled.

Tang San took a deep breath, wearing an expression of nervousness and extreme solemnity.

He lowered his voice, speaking each word with deliberate care.

"Big Brother, I... I have a secret I want to tell you."

"A secret?"

Tang Yin muttered to himself.

What is this Little San up to?

A secret?

He has never mentioned having any secrets to me before.

Why bring this up so suddenly today?

However, Tang Yin played along, feigning confusion as he asked.

"What kind of secret?"

Tang San did not answer immediately; instead, he scanned their surroundings vigilantly, pulling Tang Yin until they reached a grassy area behind a hillside.

It was more secluded here, ensuring their conversation could not be overheard by anyone who might pass by.

"It is about your martial soul, Big Brother."

Tang San said with great earnestness.

"Actually, I recognize your martial soul!"

"Oh?"

Tang Yin's heart stirred. He wore an expression of appropriate surprise and a hint of confusion, though he felt quite strange inside.

My martial souls are the Tang Sect's supreme arts, the Purple Demon Eye and the Mysterious Jade Hand.

Could this Little San, suddenly claiming to know my martial soul, be planning to teach me the Tang Sect's supreme arts?

You brat, doing this.

You're breaking the established stereotypes of countless Douluo fanfictions!

Thinking back, Tang San had never shown any intention of teaching him the Mysterious Heaven Skill or the Tang Sect's supreme arts.

Yet now, he was suddenly planning to pass them on.

This made Tang Yin wonder.

Could it be because he had awakened the Purple Demon Eye and the Mysterious Jade Hand as his martial souls?

"Little San, you recognize my martial soul?!"

Tang Yin feigned an expression of utter bewilderment.

"How could you possibly recognize it? Even Master Su Yuntao didn't know what it was!"

"That is a long story!"

Tang San sighed helplessly, as if this secret were of immense weight.

"Big Brother, that eye-type martial soul of yours that flashed with purple light during your awakening is actually called the Purple Demon Eye!"

"And those hands of yours that can turn as white and lustrous as jade are called the Mysterious Jade Hand!"

He emphasized, enunciating every word with heavy gravity.

"They are actually... not ordinary martial souls, but martial souls manifested from two extremely profound cultivation techniques!"

"Cultivation techniques manifested as martial souls?"

The "confusion" on Tang Yin's face deepened, his brows knitting together as if he were truly baffled.

"Little San, explain yourself clearly. What exactly does this mean?"

"What is a cultivation technique... and how could it turn into a martial soul?"

Seeing that his big brother's attention was fully captured and that he had asked the key question, Tang San felt quite satisfied. He put on a practiced, solemn expression, his gaze turning distant as if he were lost in memory.

"This matter is a long story."

"It was probably when I was a little over three years old, almost four..."

Tang San began to recount the "miraculous encounter" he had polished and rehearsed countless times in his heart.

"Big Brother, you should know that I always liked to run off to the back mountain to play by myself."

"One time, I was playing around and wandered very, very deep into the back mountain, a place where almost no one ever goes."

"As it turned out, behind a thicket of bushes, I saw someone."

"What kind of person?"

Tang Yin played along, pretending to ask with curiosity.

"A person wearing tattered, gray robes that had lost their original color."

Tang San's expression became more serious, his description growing detailed as he strove to increase its credibility.

"He was leaning against a rock, covered in so many wounds that his clothes were soaked through with blood. His face was as pale as paper, his breathing so weak it was almost inaudible. It looked like... he was about to die."

"When he saw me, those eyes that were about to close suddenly brightened."

"His lips moved, and in a voice that was hoarse, faint, and intermittent, he said... he said, 'Child... you and I are fated... my lineage... the inheritance must not be broken...'"

Tang San mimicked the thread-thin, gasping tone, then adopted an expression of lingering fear.

"Then, he used a finger stained with blood and filth to point at the center of my forehead!"

"I only felt a surge of heat on my forehead, and then my whole head went BOOM, as if countless glowing characters, strange diagrams, and all sorts of complex sounds were being crammed inside at once, swelling until it felt like it would burst."

"Then everything went black, and I didn't know anything else."

"When I woke up, dazed, the sun had already passed the west."

"I was lying by that thicket, and that strange man... was already gone."

"I scrambled up and looked everywhere, but that mysterious person had vanished. There wasn't even a trace that anyone had been there, as if... everything I had seen before was just a dream, one that was exceptionally real and bizarre."

"But!"

Tang San's voice rose sharply, filled with irrepressible excitement, his eyes burning.

"From that day on, my mind held a cultivation manual called the Mysterious Heaven Treasure Record!"

"Inside were methods for cultivating internal energy called the Mysterious Heaven Skill, introductions to various medicinal herbs, and techniques for forging hidden weapons."

"Beyond that, there were so many, many peerless skills that sounded incredibly powerful!"

"Among them were the cultivation methods for the Purple Demon Eye and the Mysterious Jade Hand!"

"All these years, I have been exploring the cultivation methods for the Mysterious Heaven Skill and these various peerless skills, and I have already achieved some results!"

"However, I never understood why that mysterious person said I was fated with him!"

"But now, I finally understand!"

Tang San's voice was full of excitement and fervor.

"The fate that mysterious person spoke of wasn't me at all—it was you, Big Brother!"

"The martial souls you awakened at birth are the Purple Demon Eye and the Mysterious Jade Hand!"

"What does this mean? It means you, Big Brother, are the destined successor to these peerless arts! It was the Heavens, it was that senior, who chose you to inherit all of this!"

"My existence was perhaps only to be there at that time and place, to receive this inheritance, and then... to pass it on to its true master!"

He hadn't expected his little brother, Tang San, to actually be willing to teach him the Mysterious Heaven Skill and the Tang Sect peerless arts.

Tang Yin felt incredibly excited and thrilled inside.

Yet, on the surface, he did not break character.

Instead, he took a timely, sharp intake of breath, playing along with an expression of extreme shock and disbelief.

"To think such a thing could happen..."

"After that mysterious person finished passing on his techniques to me, he spoke a few final, fragmented words."

Tang San struck while the iron was hot, his expression turning incomparably devout as a blazing fire ignited within his eyes.

"He said that these peerless arts originated from an ancient, great, and proud sect called—the Tang Sect!"

"He imparted them to me without any other conditions, hoping only that if we ever have the opportunity and the ability in the future, we would rebuild the Tang Sect and ensure its prestige does not fade away!"

When he spoke the words "Tang Sect," Tang San's gaze instantly became incredibly fervent.

It was a sense of belonging and mission that transcended time and space, so intense it almost materialized into reality.

"Now, Big Brother, you have awakened the Purple Demon Eye and the Mysterious Jade Hand; this is destiny! It is the peerless arts of the Tang Sect calling out to their master!"

"That is why I want to teach these arts, and everything within the Mysterious Heaven Treasure Record, to you, Big Brother!"

"In the future, once we brothers possess sufficient strength, we will build a new Tang Sect that belongs to us together!"

"We will make the name of the Tang Sect resound throughout this world!"

"Big Brother, what do you think?"

Tang San gazed at Tang Yin with eyes full of fervor, waiting for an answer.