Tang Hao and Tang San's Father-Son Rift

Just as Duan Fan was at a loss, the system provided another prompt—

[The goal is to plunder Tang San's destiny. The rewards obtained are related to the amount of destiny Tang San possesses!]

Got it!

"Tang San accidentally trips on his way home and dies on the spot."

[Modification failed! Please perform a reasonable modification!]

Isn't it normal to trip and die while walking? How is that unreasonable?

Duan Fan frowned slightly, preparing to let his imagination run wild again, when suddenly a large hand landed on his shoulder.

He looked up to see Fang Qingshan.

Fang Qingshan was looking at him with a face full of gratification, his eyes appearing slightly red.

"Xiao Fan, it's time to go home. We must tell your aunt and Qianqian the good news about your innate full soul power!"

"Alright."

Duan Fan nodded in agreement.

"Yuntao, thank you for your hard work. Are you free at noon? Let me treat you to a drink!" Fang Qingshan looked at Su Yuntao and smiled.

Su Yuntao placed the blue crystal ball back into the table, a wry smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. "I'm not free for the next two days. I have to go to the villages near Notting City to help the six-year-olds awaken their martial souls."

"That's fine then. Once you're finished with your work, we'll have a proper drink together."

"No problem."

After bidding farewell to Su Yuntao, Fang Qingshan took Duan Fan and left the Notting City Spirit Hall branch.

Walking on the way home, Fang Qingshan remained incredibly happy.

"Xiao Fan, isn't the roast chicken from the west side of the city your favorite? Let's go buy two!"

Duan Fan said, "Uncle, I think we only had roast chicken yesterday."

Fang Qingshan tapped his forehead lightly. "Oh, that's right. Then what do you want to eat today, Xiao Fan? We'll go buy it! Anything you want, no need to save soul coins for your uncle!"

Duan Fan: "Let's buy some grilled fish. Qianqian loves it."

Fang Qingshan laughed, "Don't worry about that girl. You spoil her too much. Today, we're only buying what you want to eat!"

Duan Fan: "I want to eat grilled fish today."

Fang Qingshan immediately agreed, "Fine, let's go buy grilled fish right now."

Uncle Fang, you're playing favorites again. Be careful, or that girl Qianqian will ignore you again, Duan Fan thought helplessly.

In the years Duan Fan had spent following Fang Qingshan, Fang Qingshan had treated him like his own son, catering to his every whim.

He hadn't even treated his own daughter, Fang Qian, as well as he treated Duan Fan.

Whatever Duan Fan wanted, he would find a way to provide.

Duan Fan saw all of this and kept it in his heart.

As they walked toward the grilled fish shop, Fang Qingshan spoke of the plans for the afternoon: "After lunch, I'll take you to the Soul Hunting Forest to help you obtain your first soul ring. Since you have innate full soul power, you can reach the rank of a Spirit Master as soon as you have your first ring."

Hearing that he was about to obtain his first soul ring, Duan Fan couldn't help but shift his focus back to the system.

Although Fang Qingshan's strength as a Spirit Elder meant that dealing with a century-level soul beast would be a piece of cake, Duan Fan still wanted to be more secure.

If he could obtain system rewards and gain chances to modify destiny, obtaining this first soul ring would be truly foolproof, and there might even be unexpected surprises.

Only by reasonably modifying Tang San's destiny can I obtain system rewards.

Trying to kill Tang San directly seems impossible for now.

The system said my goal is to plunder Tang San's destiny. If I make Tang San lose things he was supposed to have, would that count as a successful plunder?

I can try in that direction!

What should I make him lose first?

Got it!

I'll start by making him lose his father!

A flash of inspiration crossed Duan Fan's mind, and he immediately began to modify Tang San's destiny.

[Tang San leaves the house every morning before dawn. As a Titled Douluo, it is impossible for Tang Hao not to have noticed.

Tang Hao had always felt that his son was a bit strange, but he was unwilling to probe too deeply.

Before dawn today, Tang San went out again.

Tang Hao, who had long been suspicious, finally decided to see what his son was actually doing after much internal struggle.

Possessing the strength of a Titled Douluo, Tang Hao quickly located Tang San.

Tang San was actually on a hundred-meter hill outside Sacred Soul Village.

What would a six-year-old child be doing up there?

Squinting his eyes, Tang Hao saw that Tang San appeared to be sitting in meditation.]

He was actually meditating and cultivating?!

Tang San got up and ran down the mountain.

With every step he took, he could cover a distance of ten feet. He moved as if on level ground on the rugged mountain path, his speed faster than an adult's.

Was this something a six-year-old child could do?

Tang Hao couldn't help but doubt Tang San's identity.

If Tang San hadn't been someone he watched grow up, he would have already killed this anomaly before him...

West of Sacred Soul Village.

Tang San pushed open the door and returned to his humble home.

The aroma of white porridge wafted towards him. It was the breakfast he had prepared for himself and his father before leaving.

Just as he was about to go to the stove to serve the porridge and call his father for breakfast, a low, hoarse voice suddenly sounded behind him, startling him.

"Where did you go?"

Tang San turned around stiffly. Standing at the doorway was a burly man with tattered clothes and a scruffy beard.

It was his father, Tang Hao.

"I went out for a walk,"

Tang San said with a straight face.

Tang Hao's voice remained low, "Could you walk that far?"

Tang San's body stiffened slightly. He suddenly had a bad premonition.

He followed me?

But why didn't I notice at all?

Maybe I'm overthinking it.

He might have seen me return from outside the village and just casually asked.

He never really cared about me anyway.

Tang San didn't answer Tang Hao. He silently went to the stove, served the white porridge, and handed it to Tang Hao.

"Dad, it's time for breakfast."

Tang Hao didn't reach out to take it. He continued to stare intently at Tang San.

"Who exactly are you?"

Tang San looked at Tang Hao with an innocent expression, "I'm your son, Tang San!"

"Dad, did you drink again this morning?"

Tang Hao's gaze gradually turned cold, "Stop pretending."

"I saw everything you did this morning."

Only then did Tang San confirm that he had indeed been followed. However, his expression remained unchanged.

"Dad, what did you see?"

"Still pretending?"

"Are you saying I went outside the village to exercise? That was a dream I had. I had a very long dream..."

Before Tang San could finish speaking, Tang Hao interrupted him, "Stop making excuses, it's pointless."

"Tell me the truth, who are you?"

Tang San's expression also turned a bit colder at this moment. He said calmly, "I am Tang San."

If the person in front of me wasn't my father, he would have already courted death.

Tang Hao's eyes couldn't miss the subtle change in Tang San's expression.

Tang Hao looked at Tang San with increasingly complex eyes. He slowly raised his right hand, then heavily brought it down.

"Sigh..."

Tang Hao let out a long sigh and pushed the door open, leaving.

Notting City, East Street.

Duan Fan, who had just returned home, suddenly received a system notification--

[Modification successful! Tang Hao and Tang San's father-son relationship is broken. Tang San loses the protection of a Titled Douluo!]

[Reward obtained: Second Martial Soul - Soul-Sucking Battle Axe; Modification Count * 1!]