My Sister Tang Sanmei

Douluo Continent, southwest of the Heaven Dou Empire, Fasnuo Province.

The setting sun dipped below the horizon.

At the entrance of Holy Soul Village, a little girl wearing a coarse blue linen shirt crouched on the ground.

She looked to be about five or six years old, with wheat-colored skin and a slender frame. Beneath a slightly messy mop of black hair that partially covered her forehead, a pair of bright, spirited eyes shone.

At this moment, the little girl was resting her chin in her hands, gazing toward the end of the road with eyes full of anticipation.

"They're back!"

A flicker of purple light flashed in her eyes as the little girl whispered to herself, her gaze holding a composure and depth far beyond her peers.

As if to verify her words, a bullock cart and two figures—one old and one young—slowly appeared in the afterglow of the setting sun.

"Brother!"

The corners of the little girl's mouth curled upward as she sprang to her feet. Despite her thin frame, her speed was remarkable; she darted out several dozen meters in an instant, reaching the intersection in no time.

"Brother, why are you back so late this time?"

As the little girl complained, she lunged toward the boy beside the old man, only to be stopped by the boy's hand pressed firmly against her forehead, keeping her at bay.

"Tang Sanmei! How many times must I tell you, I am not your 'geigei,' please call me Elder Brother!"

The boy wore his hair in a buzz cut. He shared a slight resemblance to the little girl in both age and features, and he wore an identical coarse blue linen shirt. He looked at the little girl before him with an expression of helplessness.

"Okay, Brother, Sanmei will remember, Brother!"

Tang Sanmei brushed the boy's palm aside and pouted, but immediately beamed again: "The vegetable porridge is still warm on the stove, Brother must not have eaten yet!"

"Of course I haven't eaten. I worked all day with Grandpa Jack for only ten copper soul coins; I can't afford to eat out—ouch!"

Before the boy could finish his sentence, Old Jack, who had been watching with a doting smile, lost his composure. He slapped the boy on the back, causing him to stumble, though Tang Sanmei nimbly seized the opportunity to step forward and steady him.

"Tang Yin! You ungrateful brat, I kindly hired a six-year-old child like you, are you implying I paid you too little?"

Old Jack feigned anger, appearing quite exasperated, but to Tang Yin, who knew his personality well, it held no real threat.

Unexpectedly, the young face of Tang Sanmei revealed a seriousness that didn't match her age, and a hint of coldness inadvertently crept into her tone.

"Grandpa Jack, do you know how hard my brother has worked for this family over the years?"

"To speak of my brother like that, I think you have alr—ow!"

Accompanied by a crisp flick to the forehead, Tang Yin retracted his finger, his expression twitching slightly.

"Grandpa Jack, my younger sister is young and doesn't know any better!"

He glared at Tang Sanmei, who was clutching her forehead with teary eyes, then looked at Old Jack apologetically.

Old Jack seemed accustomed to this scene; he waved his hand dismissively and took a purse from his bosom, counting out ten copper soul coins.

After a moment of hesitation, he added two more, totaling twelve.

"Little Yin, that old drunkard in your house is useless. Sanmei is right, it's thanks to you that she's been able to grow up healthy. The extra two coins are just pocket money for you and your sister."

Seeing this, Tang Yin's smile faded. He did not refuse, but instead accepted them solemnly with both hands and tucked them into his clothes. He then pressed down on the back of Tang Sanmei's neck, forcing her to bow with him.

"We siblings have been well taken care of by you all these years!"

Old Jack looked at the Tang siblings—who had been extraordinary since childhood—with deep satisfaction and nodded:

"You've worked hard today, go back early!" As if remembering something, Old Jack added:

"Oh, right, in three days a Lord Soul Master will come to our village to help the children awaken their martial souls. Remember to get some good rest."

"Understood, goodbye Grandpa Jack!"

As night began to fall, the siblings bid farewell to Old Jack and walked toward their home in silence.

Tang Sanmei seemed to sense the unusual atmosphere; she glanced at the expressionless Tang Yin and then lowered her head, trembling slightly.

"What were you about to say to Grandpa Jack just now?"

Tang Yin squinted at the head-bowed Tang Sanmei, his voice low.

"E-Elder Brother!"

Tang Sanmei was startled by the sudden interrogation, her voice stuttering:

"S-Sanmei just wanted to say that Elder Brother has worked very hard and suffered a lot these years!"

"I asked about the next sentence!"

"I, I..." Tang Sanmei shivered again, but she dared not voice what she had been thinking. She could only admit her mistake: "Sanmei knows she was wrong!"

Although Tang Sanmei didn't say it, Tang Yin naturally knew his sister's nature. After all, before he reincarnated into this world, the "Way of Seeking Death" was a name that had rung in his ears like thunder.

Even though her gender had changed, after these years of living together, Tang Yin was certain that Tang Sanmei was still that same outer sect disciple of the Tang Sect from her previous life.

"Sanmei, Grandpa Jack has taken good care of our family all these years!"

Tang Yin's words were earnest and grave.

"Elder Brother is right to teach me; Sanmei will definitely be more respectful to Grandpa Jack in the future!"

Seeing this, Tang Yin's expression softened slightly. He was a transmigrator from Blue Star. One day, after a stroke of luck, he woke up feeling as though he were submerged in a pool of viscous liquid, while simultaneously sensing intense shaking and the faint, muffled sounds of arguing and fighting...

In short, he had been reincarnated onto the Douluo Continent, becoming the son of Tang Hammer.

Because of his arrival, the plot had diverged fundamentally from the memories he held.

Not only had he become Tang Yin, but the original Tang San had actually transformed into Tang Sanmei; he just didn't know about her past life...

"Bro~ther~"

Noticing Tang Yin's expression soften, Tang Sanmei felt a surge of joy. Seeing him still lost in thought and silent, she began to act spoiled, reaching out to wrap her arms around his and pressing her entire body against him.

"Hiss~"

Tang Yin, who was currently struggling with the question of whether Tang Sanmei had been a man in her past life, instantly went on high alert. He subconsciously shifted his body, pulling his arm out of her embrace.

The mere thought that his sister might have once been a grown man made his skin crawl.

"Brother! You!" Tang Sanmei was stunned, her brows knitting in a coquettish pout, though her tone softened immediately as she grabbed his hands and shook them gently.

"Sanmei knows she was wrong~"

"Won't you forgive Sanmei, please~"

Naturally, she had no idea what was running through Tang Yin's mind, assuming that her beloved brother still hadn't forgiven her.

What a sin!

He looked at Tang Sanmei, who was acting every bit the young girl without a hint of awkwardness.

Recalling that, aside from being as unlike a child as he was, she had never displayed any masculine habits since they were small, he ultimately didn't push her away again.

"Don't let it happen again!"

"I knew Brother loved me the most~"

Seeing that Tang Yin was no longer keeping his distance, the corners of Tang Sanmei's mouth curled upward. She hugged his arm and walked with a light, brisk pace toward their home.

"You old drunkard! Why did you eat the vegetable porridge I was warming on the stove? That was for Brother!"

The moment the siblings stepped through the door, Tang Sanmei spotted the clay pot on the table and the bottom-scraping remains of the porridge. Her previously joyful face instantly clouded over; she planted her hands on her hips and shouted toward the room partitioned by a tattered cloth.

Seeing Tang Sanmei instantly transform from a warm, cute little girl into a sharp-tongued brat, Tang Yin couldn't help but twitch his mouth again.

Whether in his past life or the present, Tang Yin had no fondness for Tang Hao, and naturally, he held no respect for him, never once calling him Father.

Thanks to his subtle influence over the years, Tang Sanmei's attitude toward Tang Hao was worlds apart from the original plot's Tang San; she called him an old geezer at every turn and a drunkard whenever she spoke.

"What are you shouting about!"

Seemingly startled awake by Tang Sanmei's shout, there was movement from the room behind the curtain. A moment later, the cloth was pushed aside, and a disheveled, middle-aged man reeking of alcohol stumbled out.