Everything Still Starts from Sacred Soul Village

Holy Soul Village.

On a small hill to the west, there sat a massive boulder facing the east. At this moment, a six-year-old child sat cross-legged atop the giant rock.

The child's skin was a healthy wheat color, his hair black, and his features plain yet gentle—ordinary, but pleasant to look at. A pair of dark eyes stared with intense focus at the faint glimmer of dawn in the east.

The next moment, as the sun peeked over the horizon, the child's eyes widened abruptly, a trace of extremely faint purple flashing through his pupils.

A short while later, the child slowly closed his eyes, and when he opened them again shortly after, the purple hue had vanished completely.

He let out a long breath, then patted the child lying beside him. "Xiao Liu, wake up, it's time to go back."

The child sleeping beside him let out a soft whimper and slowly stirred awake.

"You're done practicing, Brother..." the child said while rubbing his eyes.

This child was exquisitely beautiful, one might even say pretty.

He had short, blue-black hair and a pair of blue-black eyes. The color was strange, yet beautiful and bewitching.

Unlike the healthy wheat-colored skin of the child beside him, this child's complexion was quite fair.

However, the two children shared a four or five-part resemblance in their features, and both were dressed in old, patched, coarse cloth garments.

These two children were Tang San and his younger biological brother, Tang Liu.

"Mm, today's practice is over. Let's go back and eat now." Tang San ruffled Tang Liu's hair, then stood up and pulled Tang Liu toward the bottom of the hill.

Tang San and Tang Liu's home was on the west side of Holy Soul Village, the only blacksmith shop in the entire village.

Back home, Tang San first lifted the lid of the pot on the stove, then served a bowl of white porridge into each of the three bowls Tang Liu brought over.

"Brother, that's too much. I can't finish it. Let's do what we did before—pour half back into your bowl." Tang Liu looked at the overflowing bowl Tang San had served him and spoke up quickly.

Tang San's hand paused, but in the end, he nodded helplessly and poured half of the porridge from Tang Liu's bowl into his own.

"You, look at how thin you've become, yet you still won't eat more." Tang San carried the bowls to the table and said.

Tang Liu smiled. "I'll go cut some pickles."

Tang San shook his head, then walked into a room, intending to call Tang Hao to eat.

Pushing aside the curtain, he was met with a pungent smell of alcohol, though Tang San was long accustomed to it. Stepping over countless empty wine bottles, he reached the crude wooden bed and reached out to shake the middle-aged man lying there—a man who looked utterly decadent, yet remained tall and sturdy.

"Dad? Father, wake up and eat."

The man turned over, slowly opened his eyes, and grunted in response.

"Dad, Xiao Liu and I will wait for you outside." Tang San said softly before walking out of the room.

Outside, Tang Liu had already prepared the pickles and was sitting on a stool, waiting obediently for Tang San to come out.

"Father will be out in a moment." Seeing Tang Liu, Tang San finally smiled.

"Brother, do you think the traps we set caught any small animals?" Tang Liu asked.

"I don't know. Let's go check together later. If we caught something, we'll have meat for dinner tonight." Tang San said, sitting down across from Tang Liu.

At this time, Tang Hao stumbled out, sat down, and downed his porridge in one gulp.

"Dad, have some pickles." Tang San placed a pair of chopsticks' worth of pickles into Tang Hao's bowl. "There's still plenty in the pot, drink it all."

Tang Hao gave a faint "Mm," and after eating the pickles, he drank the rest of the porridge Tang San had served him from the pot.

Watching this, Tang Liu felt quite dissatisfied and couldn't help but let out a soft "humph."

Like Tang San, Tang Liu was a transmigrator. The difference was that Tang Liu came from modern Earth in China and was a high school student of only fifteen, originally named Tang Liu.

After arriving here, he caught up with the birth of his mother in this life, Ah Yin, and was named Tang Liu by Tang Hao.

Tang Liu had once considered changing his name back, but thinking that the pronunciation was the same anyway, he couldn't be bothered to change it.

As a modern high school student, Tang Liu had naturally read the classic novel Douluo Continent, and it was even the first web novel he had ever read—his gateway into the genre.

Therefore, having transmigrated here, Tang Liu felt a mix of sympathy and pity for his father, Tang Hao, but more than that, a sense of frustration at his lack of ambition—though, of course... there was also the love between family members.

Disliking Tang Hao's decadent appearance, Tang Liu had never given him a pleasant look once he was old enough to remember things.

But toward his own brother, Tang San, Tang Liu was very respectful and caring.

After all, in his previous life, he was also an orphan—a painful reality. With no one to rely on and no family, he had struggled through high school on his own.

"Xiao Liu, what's wrong?" Tang San heard Tang Liu's huff and asked with concern.

Having also been an orphan in his past life, Tang San cherished the two family members he had gained in this life immensely, even though Tang Hao had stopped caring for the two brothers once Tang San was able to take care of himself.

"Nothing." Tang Liu smiled and shook his head, then glanced at Tang Hao, took a sip of the porridge in front of him, and let out another soft "humph."

Seeing this, Tang San smiled helplessly again and said nothing.

He had long since grown accustomed to his younger brother not seeing eye-to-eye with their father. It wasn't as if he hadn't spoken to Tang Liu about it before, but it had never been of any use.

"I'm going to sleep. If there's work, take it first; I'll do it when I wake up this afternoon." After finishing his porridge, Tang Hao wiped his mouth with his sleeve, spoke to Tang San, and then stood up and headed toward his room.

"Father." At this moment, Tang San hesitated for a second before calling out to Tang Hao.

"What is it?" Tang Hao turned his head and looked at him impatiently, his voice cold.

Seeing this, Tang San felt a twinge of fear in his heart and said, "Nothing..."

Tang Liu, watching this scene from the side, felt a surge of irritation, and suddenly the porridge in his bowl no longer tasted good. He abruptly stood up and snapped at Tang Hao, cutting off what Tang San had yet to finish saying: "Old man, are we even your biological children? My brother clearly has something to ask you, so why do you have to act so impatient? As a father, it's one thing that you don't look after us, but now we can't even speak a word to you?"

"Alright, Xiao Liu, stop talking." Tang San hurriedly spoke up to dissuade him.

"No, Brother, don't stop me. Today, I am going to scold him!" Tang Liu's handsome little face was filled with indignation as he glared at Tang Hao, looking every bit like he wouldn't let the matter rest until he received an explanation.

At this moment, Tang Hao turned around and cast a faint glance at him.

But with just that single look, Tang Liu felt an irresistible pressure descend upon him, as if trying to force him back into his seat.