Walk Tang San's Path, Let Tang San Take a Different Road!

"What a sin!"

Tang Yin looked at the blacksmith shop not far ahead, his heart filled with a complex mix of emotions.

Having transmigrated to the Douluo Continent as Tang San's twin brother, he had witnessed Ah Yin sacrifice herself for Tang Hao, as well as Tang Hao's battle against Qian Xunji and a host of other powerhouses.

In the end, although Tang Hao managed to escape with him and Ah Yin's seed of life, the original protagonist, Tang San, had been snatched away by Qian Xunji and his cohorts.

From that point on, the life that originally belonged to Tang San fell upon his shoulders.

The bitter days had lasted for six long years!

Tang Yin looked at the half-kilogram of rice in his hand; it was the three-day ration for him and Tang Hao.

The moment he stepped into the blacksmith shop, the smell of rust and smoke hit him, rushing straight to his head.

From a room to the side came the sound of snoring like rolling thunder.

Tang Yin listened to the snoring that belonged to Tang Hao, then looked at the scorching sun outside, sighing in his heart.

He immediately began to light the fire and cook, simply boiling two large bowls of rice porridge—the kind where chopsticks could stand upright—which would serve as lunch for him and Tang Hao.

"Little Tang! Little Tang!"

A shout came from outside the house. Tang Yin heard the familiar voice, knew instantly who it was, and walked out immediately.

The person who had come was none other than the village chief of Holy Soul Village, Jack.

"Grandpa Jack, are you looking for me?"

Tang Yin asked softly.

In the entire Holy Soul Village, only he and Tang Hao carried the surname Tang. If Jack were calling for Tang Hao, he would start with "profanities" that could be heard for a hundred meters around.

He would never be this amiable.

"Little Tang, Grandpa is slaughtering a chicken today. Come over to Grandpa's house to eat."

As Jack spoke, he took Tang Yin's hand, his face full of smiles and radiating kindness.

"Thank you, but I just finished cooking the porridge, and my father, he..." Tang Yin pointed behind him.

"Forget him, let him sleep! Since he likes sleeping so much, he might as well never wake up!"

Mentioning Tang Hao, Jack's expression soured, filled with disdain.

The snoring inside the house stopped abruptly. Tang Hao rubbed his sleepy eyes, walked out lazily, and headed straight for the pot of porridge.

He grabbed a bowl from the side and began to eat. The thin porridge Tang Yin had prepared for two was finished by Tang Hao alone in the blink of an eye.

"Hiccup~"

"Put more rice next time, and call me when the food is ready."

Tang Hao let out a burp, lifted his eyes slightly to look at Tang Yin, and after speaking, returned to his room on his own, where the snoring started up once again.

Seeing this, Tang Yin was both stunned and speechless.

Even though this wasn't the first time, he still couldn't help but sigh softly.

"Grrr!"

Seeing this scene, Jack's face turned red and his neck thickened, his teeth grinding together.

"Tang Hao! Are you even human!?"

"Is this how you act as a father?!"

"Little Tang is truly unlucky to have a father like you!"

"..."

Jack cursed for a long time, yet the only response he received was Tang Hao's snoring.

Tang Yin had no intention of stopping him.

Because he was also very angry himself.

Even though Tang Hao was his father in this life, he was truly incompetent.

Out of moral obligation, he hadn't said these things himself, but hearing Jack curse like this, he found it quite satisfying.

"Gurgle--!"

Tang Yin's stomach suddenly growled, and the feeling of hunger gradually intensified.

"Little Tang, come with Grandpa!"

Jack pulled Tang Yin toward his own house.

This time, Tang Yin didn't say anything more.

The rice porridge had all been drunk by Tang Hao; he couldn't just go hungry.

Tang Hao was not diligent, and most of the blacksmith shop's earnings were taken by Tang Hao to buy wine.

The remaining money was only enough to keep him from starving to death.

"Master Su, when are you coming!"

Tang Yin sighed deeply in his heart.

As long as his Martial Soul was awakened, he could escape this sea of bitterness, no longer needing to stay by Tang Hao's side or continue living such a miserable life.

During lunch.

A villager suddenly rushed over: "Village Chief, the Lord Soul Master from the Martial Soul Hall has come to awaken the Martial Souls for the children in our village!"

As soon as these words were spoken, Jack and Tang Yin both set down their bowls and chopsticks, their moods equally stirred.

"Little Tang, let's go quickly!"

"It just so happens that you have reached the age for Martial Soul awakening!"

Tang Yin nodded repeatedly, an excited smile appearing on his face.

Not long after.

Outside the Martial Soul branch hall in Holy Soul Village, eight children of the appropriate age, including Tang Yin, lined up in a row.

Snobbery did not only exist in the world of adults; it was just as prevalent among children. And this was not limited to the nobility; it was the same among commoners as well.

As the poorest child in Holy Soul Village, Tang Yin naturally received quite a bit of contempt from the others.

Su Yuntao, a white-robed deacon from the Martial Soul branch hall, stood before the eight of them, his gaze sweeping over them one by one: "The time is almost up, let's prepare to begin."

As Su Yuntao's voice fell, he turned and entered the Martial Soul branch hall, and Tang Yin and the other seven quickly followed.

Village Chief Jack and the parents of the other seven children waited outside.

"My name is Su Yuntao, a white-robed deacon of the Nuoding City Martial Soul Hall. My Martial Soul is a Lone Wolf, and I am a level 26 Soul Grand Master. I will be your guide. No matter what happens in a moment, do not be afraid."

After Su Yuntao finished his introduction, he took six awakening stones from his satchel and arranged them in a hexagon on the ground, then let out a low shout: "Lone Wolf, possess!"

The next second, one white and one yellow light ring appeared around Su Yuntao, and he himself underwent a massive transformation, looking just like a werewolf.

Even though Tang Yin had been mentally prepared, he was still incredibly shocked, his eyes wide as saucers.

The other seven were even more so; some were even frightened to tears by Su Yuntao and tried to run away.

Seeing this, Su Yuntao helplessly clutched his forehead, his massive wolf claws grabbing the child who was trying to flee.

"I told you not to be afraid!"

"This is my Martial Soul, Lone Wolf!"

"If any of you awaken a Martial Soul similar to mine, you will also become like this!"

After speaking, Su Yuntao directly picked up the boy who had tried to run and placed him inside the hexagonal awakening array, injecting his Soul Power into it.

The next second, the boy opened his right hand, and an ordinary sickle quietly appeared.

"Tool Martial Soul, sickle."

"It has a bit of attack power. Let's test if you have any Soul Power."

Su Yuntao frowned slightly and took a crystal ball from his satchel.

"Lord Soul Master, how do I retract my Martial Soul?" the boy asked nervously.

"Try to use your intent to retract the Martial Soul," Su Yuntao said.

Tang Yin watched quietly from the side. The boy tried several times before finally retracting the sickle into his body, but when he tested for Soul Power, the crystal ball showed no reaction.

"No Soul Power. You cannot become a Soul Master," Su Yuntao sighed.

Upon hearing this, the boy's face was filled with disappointment.

The remaining children felt a mix of secret joy, fear, worry, and excitement.

Tang Yin's mood was also exceptionally complex.

He was not Tang San.

He did not possess the Mysterious Heaven Skill, nor did he have any cultivation techniques.

In the original story, Tang San had been able to achieve Innate Full Soul Power with his Blue Silver Grass precisely because he had practiced the Mysterious Heaven Skill since childhood, allowing his internal energy to convert into Soul Power.

If that were not the case, the outcome would remain unknown.