This Must Be a Fart!

This task looks simple, but Tang Hao is a Title Douluo; who knows if he might notice?

Tang San, however, did not realize this for the moment.

Perhaps it was because he had been abused so severely over these years that he had never enjoyed the treatment a son of Tang Hao should receive.

Now that the system had issued a mission allowing him to take a small revenge on Tang Hao, he couldn't wait to get started.

The reward is the Martial Soul Meditation Method? Perfect, I'll see how the cultivation methods of this world compare to my Mysterious Heaven Skill!

Tang San looked at the rice porridge in the pot and made up his mind.

But what exactly is this Spirit Academy?

Tang Hao was a Title Douluo, yet they could only afford thin rice porridge at home; Tang San felt a sense of resentment.

Even if Tang Hao were just a blacksmith, their life shouldn't be this miserable.

The population of Holy Soul Village was not small, with at least seven or eight children born every year.

As the only blacksmith in Holy Soul Village, Tang Hao's income wasn't high, but it should have been enough to support two people.

Yet, over these years, Tang San felt that the life he had been living was hardly fit for a human.

On top of that, he had to cook, do laundry, and take care of Tang Hao, a Title Douluo.

Even when he was adopted by the Tang Sect in his previous life, he had never endured such hardship.

Tang San thought for a moment and was about to add some simple poisons he had prepared to the pot—nothing lethal, but enough to cause vomiting and diarrhea.

No, Tang Hao is a Title Douluo; he might be able to taste the poison!

I have to use raw ingredients instead! Tang San thought to himself.

With that in mind, Tang San immediately went out and picked some wild vegetables that doubled as medicinal herbs by the small river.

If I boil these vegetables in the porridge and pair it with a side dish, Tang Hao shouldn't be able to tell!

Besides, this medicine needs alcohol to catalyze it. It won't affect me, but if Tang Hao drinks alcohol, he's bound to fall for it!

As a descendant of the Tang Sect, he was extremely confident in his ability to use poison in this world.

Even if he is a Title Douluo, he won't notice. Instead, he'll be happy that I made an extra side dish today!

Before long, Tang San finished breakfast and went to call Tang Hao to eat.

In the dim, dilapidated room, there was only a simple wooden bed; the house was practically bare.

A slovenly, gray-robed middle-aged man lay on the bed, his chest exposed, emitting a foul odor.

The smell of alcohol, sweat, and foot odor mingled together, making the room feel like a gas chamber.

Tang San was long used to it and shouted, "Dad, time to get up for breakfast!"

Tang Hao opened his eyes, glanced at Tang San, and said, "Got it. Go get me a jug of wine!"

"But..."

Tang San wanted to retort; if he used their money to buy wine, they would go hungry in a few days.

But thinking of the system's mission and Tang Hao's irritability when he didn't get his drink, he decided to go buy the wine.

"Yes, Dad, I'm going to get the wine now!" Tang San obediently left the house.

Tang Hao watched Tang San's retreating figure and thought, Who exactly is this senior he speaks of, that even I cannot detect?

He had naturally overheard Tang San whispering at the door earlier.

As for the word "system" that Tang San mentioned later, it had been masked by the system; otherwise, Tang Hao would have known what that so-called senior was.

No wonder Little San often goes to the back mountain and his body is different from ordinary people. Was he being taught by an expert all along?

Is it someone sent by my elder brother? Or a Title Douluo living in seclusion here?

Tang Hao couldn't figure out who the mysterious person was, but he didn't want to interfere, choosing to let things be.

Even if Little San awakens the Clear Sky Hammer, what can he do?

Are there any fewer geniuses in my Clear Sky Sect who cultivate the Clear Sky Hammer? Yet, who has ever been able to defeat the Martial Soul Hall?

Big brother, Father, I have failed you! Tang Hao felt immense guilt.

His greatest obsession while living now was to make up for the mistakes he had made back then and to repay the kindness of his sect and family.

As for seeking revenge on the Martial Soul Hall, he didn't even dare to think about it.

Tang Hao got up from the bed, stepped outside, and saw the breakfast Tang San had prepared.

It was just a pot of thin vegetable porridge and a side dish.

Tang Hao didn't suspect anything, ate some of it haphazardly, and returned to the bed to lie down, waiting for Tang San's wine.

Before long, Tang San returned with the wine.

Without waiting for Tang San to speak, he snatched the wine gourd from his hand and began to gulp it down.

Only when he was drunk could he stop overthinking and stop dwelling on the tragic fate of his father and the family members of his sect.

Seeing Tang Hao drink the wine, Tang San breathed a sigh of relief.

"Done!"

He had just seen that Tang Hao had eaten more than half of the breakfast he prepared.

Coupled with this pot of wine, Tang Hao was definitely going to have a rough couple of days!

Even if he had soul power to hold it in, his stomach and intestines were bound to suffer for a while.

Thinking of this, Tang San happily finished the rest of the breakfast on the table, leaving nothing behind.

[Congratulations to the host for completing the novice mission, rewards are being distributed!]

A volume of Martial Soul Meditation Method appeared on the light screen, and Tang San found a quiet place to examine it.

Tang Hao finished the pot of wine, not using his soul power to resist the intoxication, leaving himself completely drunk.

In this state, he could forget all his sorrows.

Before long, he took advantage of the drunkenness and wanted to take a nap.

Just as he was about to fall asleep, his stomach felt a bit uncomfortable, and his body suddenly had the urge to pass gas.

It felt as if once he let this fart out, he would feel completely light and unburdened.

Having been sloppy for the past five or six years, Tang Hao didn't think much of it and let out a 'fart'.

"Wait, this isn't a fart!"

He suddenly felt a wave of warm dampness appear on his clothes.

Tang Hao's sallow face actually flushed with an unnatural red glow.

"Damn it, I, the dignified Clear Sky Douluo, actually..." actually soiled his pants.

If he hadn't been drunk, he would have certainly sensed that something was wrong with this 'fart' and used his soul power to force it back.

But he had just released his soul power to let the drunkenness numb his body's senses.

That was why he had fallen into the trap.

Tang Hao hurriedly circulated his soul power, ignoring his faintly aching meridians, to dispel the drunkenness.

Then, he moved at top speed to find a secluded place to change his clothes, which was also a gray robe.

On the other side of Holy Soul Village, Li Ping'an hid at home, waiting for the system's rewards.

As for Tang San's side, he had directly delegated it to the system AI; whatever missions the system released had nothing to do with him.

However, regarding the rewards, Li Ping'an did have a bit of authority to customize them.

[Sub-system Tang San has obtained the novice gift pack, the host may collect a portion of the rewards.]

[Novice gift pack: Encyclopedia of Martial Soul Theory]

"Martial Soul theory is good; it'll be useful in the future!"

Li Ping'an hurriedly intercepted half of the reward, only to see that the reward in Tang San's novice gift pack had changed to Introduction to Martial Soul Theory.

"The system is this smart? It can even skim off rewards like this?" Li Ping'an was somewhat surprised.

"Forget it, I'm not a big villain; since I took your reward, I'll just compensate you a little!"

Li Ping'an added a little something extra to Tang San's reward: his own fabricated Life Background.