The Adorable Son-in-Law Falls for His Badass Father-in-Law

"Big brother, I'm so hungry."

Tang Wulin pouted and clutched his stomach, looking troubled.

Tang Heng knew this was a side effect of the Golden Dragon King Bloodline awakening. Just like how his own appetite had surged after awakening the two Dragon King Martial Souls, Wulin needed something to fill his stomach.

"Go take a bath before you eat. You're all sweaty and sticky. Doesn't that feel awful?"

"Huh? I guess it does!"

So much had happened just now that little Wulin's mind couldn't keep up with it all. He'd actually forgotten about taking a bath.

Only now did he realize that his clothes were soaked with sweat and clinging to him. It felt awful.

The two brothers climbed out of bed one after the other, careful not to disturb their parents in the living room. Little Wulin tiptoed to the bathroom and took a quick shower. After washing his clothes, he hung them by himself on the bedroom windowsill to dry.

Sigh. My little brother isn't just sensible now—he's pretty cute, too.

Without that crowd of divine beings meddling in his upbringing and the Three Ghosts stirring up trouble, perhaps Tang Wulin would have led a completely different life.

Watching it all unfold, Tang Heng sighed to himself.

That only strengthened his resolve to get rid of Tang San's divine consciousness.

Not just so he wouldn't get stabbed in the back someday, but so his little brother could be spared that bizarre ordeal lasting ten thousand years.

While Tang Wulin bathed, Tang Heng sat quietly in the bedroom, savoring the sensation from when the two Dragon King Martial Souls had just fused, trying to recapture that moment of balance.

He had to admit, the Douluo setting was a complete mess.

The original story for this era had made it seem that the Gold and Silver Dragon Kings only needed to reunite to attain the Dragon God Divinity. Then, ten thousand years later, a whole bunch of inexplicable stuff had appeared out of nowhere.

Even Tang Heng, a former Master Redstone in his previous life, could barely keep up.

But it didn't matter. He still had the Minecraft Plane. With the help of mods and the power of the plane, even if fusing the Gold and Silver Dragon Kings didn't make him the Dragon God, he could simply head to the Minecraft Plane and complete the mod questline.

By then, he'd rack up the limits through a hundred reincarnations. If Tang San came back and Tang Heng couldn't kill him with one punch, he'd eat his hat.

After their baths, Tang Heng and Wulin returned to the living room.

The moment she saw both boys come out, Lang Yue stopped talking with her husband about tuition. She didn't want the children's mood to be affected by money troubles.

"You're up. Come eat."

"Okay!"

Tang Wulin was already starving. He sat down at the table, took the bowl his mother handed him, and dug in.

Tang Heng was hungry, too. The fusion of the Dragon King Martial Souls had strengthened his physique, but the price was that his hunger meter had quickly bottomed out again.

Tang Ziran and Lang Yue sat nearby, smiling as they watched the two children wolf down their food and reminding them to slow down.

But as the brothers polished off eight bowls of rice and three plates of food, their parents' smiles gradually froze.

Tang Ziran and Lang Yue stared in shock. Even if the boys had skipped lunch, surely they shouldn't be eating this much!

Was this a side effect of awakening their Martial Souls?

Tang Ziran and Lang Yue hadn't eaten their fill at all. Nearly all the food on the table had been swept into their sons' stomachs.

And even after all that, the brothers still seemed to want more.

"My sons, is this what they call turning grief into an appetite?" Tang Ziran finally asked after Tang Wulin and Tang Heng had finished the last of the food and Lang Yue had sternly forbidden them from eating anything else.

"Why would I be sad? (⊙︿⊙)"

Tang Wulin blinked his bright eyes, their gaze clear and innocent.

"Never mind that for now. Are you planning to study in the Soul Master class?" Tang Ziran asked.

Tang Wulin glanced at his brother, who was still sucking on his fingers, then nodded solemnly. "Mm! I want to become a Soul Master and earn money to support Mom and Dad, without causing Big Brother any trouble."

"Actually, you don't need to worry about tuition, Mom and Dad. I have Innate Full Soul Power, so I can attend the Primary Academy for free."

Even if Innate Full Soul Power had become less impressive as history progressed, that blind teacher, Su Haitao, had at least reported his Martial Soul as a Golden Dragon.

A True Dragon Martial Soul and Innate Full Soul Power—at that rate, it wasn't that he wanted to study at Red Mountain Academy; Red Mountain Academy would be begging him to enroll.

As he spoke, Tang Heng picked up the last sweet-and-sour rib from the plate with his chopsticks.

"Besides, I have another source of income. I can easily afford to put my little brother through school."

Tang Ziran's brows furrowed slightly. "Son, what have you been doing behind our backs? We might be poor, but you must never do anything illegal."

You had to have a conscience!

Tang Heng smiled, set down his chopsticks, and went into the bedroom to fetch the laptop from the desk.

He'd bought the secondhand computer a few months ago with the red envelopes he'd saved up.

In the era of the Douluo Federation, technology had developed to nearly modern standards. Perhaps because Martial Souls existed, the entertainment industry here had still developed a little more slowly than in the other world.

As a transmigrator, he had to make use of his advantages.

It took money to study and even more to become a Soul Master. The whole path was built on money and resources—unless you were as useless as Gangzi.

Finding an easy way to earn Federation Coins was something Tang Heng had planned to do even before awakening his Martial Soul.

If he ended up with poor talent and no cheat, becoming a rich man and cultivating on his own would still beat being a work-study student.

"Dad, look. This is the novel I wrote. I made twenty thousand Federation Coins in royalties in the first month!"

Tang Ziran and Lang Yue both crowded around the screen. When they saw the number of clicks and comments, they looked utterly astonished.

The Adorable Son-in-Law Falls for His Badass Father-in-Law? What a bizarre title... Would anyone really read this? Lang Yue wondered, bewildered. The more she learned about these strange things, the older she felt—and the more out of touch with the times.

"Of course people are reading it. Look, someone even left a tip and asked me to update faster."

Tang Ziran skimmed the first chapter and pinched the bridge of his nose. He'd been about to launch into a full-blown roast, but remembering that his son had written it, he changed tack at the last second.

"Ahem. It's very good. My son is so talented!"

"Since that's settled, Wulin, you'll have to study hard. Don't let your brother's kindness go to waste."

Tang Wulin nodded. His brother had helped him defeat the Low-Level Dragon Beast, and now he was writing stories to pay for Wulin's schooling.

The warmth of family made his eyes grow red.

After a brief chat, Tang Heng and Tang Wulin watched TV in the living room for a while, until Lang Yue urged them to go back to bed.

Wulin had awakened his Golden Dragon King Bloodline that day and eaten a huge amount that evening, so sleep soon caught up with him. After listening to his brother tell him a bedtime story, he quickly fell asleep.

Listening to the soft snores from the upper bunk, Tang Heng sat cross-legged on the bed and meditated, circulating his Soul Power.

How could a Demon from Beyond the Heavens defeat the destined protagonist?

Simple: ninety-nine percent cheating, plus that one percent effort.

Relying on his Martial Soul's instincts, Tang Heng began meditating. He also tried to fuse the Gold and Silver Dragon Kings' Soul Power, but it was too stable, and the results weren't as good as they'd been at noon.

By the middle of the night, the moonlight had deepened.

Tang Heng climbed out of bed and opened his laptop to keep writing. Then a notification suddenly popped up in his inbox.

"Due to suspected violations of XX regulations, your work The Adorable Son-in-Law Falls for His Badass Father-in-Law has been taken down?!"

"Someone's pulling strings!"