Family Grudge, Awkward Tang Hao, Martial Soul Awakening

"However, I can't use laxatives again this time. Let's go with Itch Powder! Just like this morning, separate them and apply!"

When it comes to doing bad things, inspiration flows like a spring. Tang San immediately put his peerless wisdom to work and began to concoct his poison.

In his past life within the Tang Sect, the one who grasped the sect's ultimate arts most deeply was not the Sect Master, but his outer disciple, Tang San.

Therefore, he found concocting this poison to be a task he could handle with ease.

"This fragrant medicinal herb will be used for laundry, another for incense, and yet another for wild vegetables!"

"If I poison him this way, Tang Hao will never find out!"

A few days later, Li Ping'an's home welcomed a guest: the village chief, Old Jack.

"Li Fugui, tomorrow the deacon from Martial Soul Hall will come to our Holy Soul Village to help our children awaken their martial souls!"

"Your Ping'an is six years old now, so make sure you don't miss it. He's so sensible, perhaps he has the potential to cultivate!"

Li Fugui gave a simple, honest smile. "Village Chief, how could I miss it? I will definitely be there on time tomorrow!"

"Very well, I'm off to notify the other children!"

With that, Old Jack left Li Ping'an's home. He trusted this family, so he didn't feel the need to nag them repeatedly.

"Sigh, that fellow Tang Hao is the one who gives me a headache. It's a pity for that child Tang San; I'll visit his house last!"

After Old Jack left, Li Fugui began to discuss the matter with Li Ping'an's mother.

"Alan, both of us have Blue Silver Grass martial souls and no Innate Soul Power. I suspect our Ping'an is just like us."

"That's why I plan to send him to the village school to study. Even if he can't be a soul master, it's still a better future than ours!"

"Dear, I don't know much about these things, I'll listen to you!"

They were unaware that their whispered conversation had been overheard by Li Ping'an.

Although Li Ping'an could not cultivate soul power, his research into meditation techniques over the past few days had sharpened his five senses just a little bit.

Moreover, their house was small and built of wood, so the soundproofing wasn't very good.

Sigh, the hearts of parents are truly pitiful. I will be able to become a soul master soon, and I will definitely make sure you live a good life! Li Ping'an thought to himself.

Because he carried memories from his past life, he felt a slight distance from his parents in this life—only a little better than being strangers.

Yet, these parents were truly looking out for him, so he naturally had to repay them.

"Dear, don't overthink it. Being a soul master has its own hardships."

"Have you forgotten what happened outside Holy Soul Village six years ago? How many soul masters died?"

"If it weren't for the fact that Ping'an was about to be born and you had to take care of me instead of going to pick herbs with Father, you probably would have perished there too!"

"What?" A thunderclap seemed to echo in Li Ping'an's mind.

That battle outside Holy Soul Village, six years ago? Isn't that the time Martial Soul Hall besieged Tang Hao?

This has something to do with my family? Did my grandfather in this life die in that battle?

Li Ping'an's blood surged. He had thought he was an outsider, but he never expected that he and Tang Hao were actually enemies.

"Don't talk about it. Father went to pick herbs only to provide nutrition for you and Ping'an."

"Dear, what kind of soul master could leave such a massive hammer print that Father couldn't even run away?"

"Do you think I'm a soul master too? How would I know? I named our son Ping'an precisely because I hope he can live his life in peace and safety!"

"This godforsaken world!" Li Ping'an cursed under his breath.

Ordinary people who cannot cultivate are truly like ants; a soul master can crush a whole crowd with a casual strike.

Grandfather, although I never met you, I will avenge you! Li Ping'an swore silently.

He had a system; was he really afraid he wouldn't be able to finish off Tang Hao in the future?

At Tang San's house, Old Jack was becoming exasperated.

"Tang Hao, what is the meaning of this?"

"Even if you don't agree to let Tang San awaken his martial soul, you don't have to do something so disgusting right in front of me!"

Old Jack truly couldn't stand it; Tang Hao was scratching himself right in front of him.

Scratching was one thing, but he was digging at his feet, his buttocks, and even his groin.

Tang Hao had grievances he couldn't voice; he didn't know why he was so itchy today, especially in those specific areas.

"Old thing, get lost!"

"He is my son, I'll do whatever I want!" An embarrassed Tang Hao, feeling irritable, shouted back.

He gritted his teeth against the pain of his hidden meridian injuries and circulated his soul power to resist the itching on his body.

At his level, his meridians were all cleared, so he naturally began to circulate his soul power.

However, due to a lack of research into meridians, soul masters on the Douluo Continent still do not know how to use meridians to cultivate or create techniques.

"You... you..." Old Jack pointed at Tang Hao, unable to speak.

He had just felt a sense of suffocation, as if he were about to die.

Terrified, Old Jack dared not linger at Tang San's home; he ran a long distance away before shouting, "Tang San, I'll come to pick you up tomorrow!"

Tang San hid to the side, not daring to speak, because he was the one who had instigated Tang Hao's unseemly behavior.

A Title Douluo is truly formidable; has he suppressed the poison so quickly? Tang San observed secretly.

If an ordinary person were struck by this Itch Powder, they would have clawed their own skin to shreds.

Yet Tang Hao had only scratched twice before bringing the toxicity under control, which gave Tang San a certain understanding of a Title Douluo's poison resistance.

Tang Hao did not suspect he had been poisoned, as this was not the first time he had worn these clothes.

The food he ate, the wine he drank, and the scents he smelled today were nothing new.

Therefore, he simply assumed his old injuries had flared up, causing his entire body to itch.

"What are you still standing there for? Go get me some wine!"

Tang Hao gulped down the remaining wine in his gourd and tossed it to Tang San.

His body itched unbearably, and he intended to drink himself into a stupor so he could sleep it off.

"Alright, Dad, I'm going right now!"

Tang San breathed a sigh of relief, took the gourd, and hurried out of the house to the village winery to fetch wine.

The next day, a crowd gathered outside the 'Martial Soul Hall' in the center of Holy Soul Village.

There were parents bringing their children, people preparing to seek confession from the Martial Soul Hall deacon, and others just there to watch the excitement.

The doors of the 'Martial Soul Hall' were tightly shut, and the children inside were currently awakening their martial souls under the guidance of the deacon.

Not long after, the wooden door opened, and a young man wearing the robes of a Martial Soul Hall deacon stepped out.

Seeing this, Old Jack hurried forward to meet him.

"Lord Deacon, I wonder if there are any children in our village this year capable of cultivation?" Old Jack asked.

Su Yuntao nodded: "There are two children with Innate Soul Power, but their martial souls are both the trash martial soul Blue Silver Grass. What a pity!"

"As long as they can cultivate, that's enough. May I ask, Master, which two children are they?"

Old Jack peered into the room and saw the other children all looking toward Tang San and Li Ping'an.

Are those the two children? They are so sensible; I knew they would be able to do it! Old Jack thought to himself.