Tang Hao and Tang San, Father and Son, Break Apart

Just as Duan Fan was at a loss, the system offered another hint—

[The rewards for taking Tang San's fortune depend on how much fortune Tang San possesses!]

"I get it!"

"On his way home, Tang San accidentally takes a tumble and dies on the spot."

[Modification failed! Please make a reasonable modification!]

"Isn't dying from a fall while walking perfectly normal? How is that unreasonable?"

Duan Fan furrowed his brow slightly, ready to keep letting his imagination run wild, when a large hand suddenly landed on his shoulder.

He looked up. It was Fang Qingshan.

Fang Qingshan gazed at him with a face full of pride, his eyes seeming a little red.

"Xiaofan, we should head home. Let's tell your aunt and Qianqian the good news about your Innate Full Soul Power!"

"Okay."

Duan Fan nodded.

"Yuntao, thanks for your hard work. Are you free at noon? I'll treat you to a drink!" Fang Qingshan said with a smile, turning to Su Yuntao.

Su Yuntao put the blue crystal ball back inside the table and gave a wry smile. "I'm busy for the next couple of days. I have to visit the villages around Notting City and perform Martial Soul Awakening for the children who've just turned six."

"Fair enough. Once you're done, we'll have a couple of drinks together."

"Sounds good."

After saying goodbye to Su Yuntao, Fang Qingshan took Duan Fan out of the Notting City Spirit Branch Hall.

As they walked home, Fang Qingshan was still in high spirits.

"Xiaofan, don't you love the roast chicken from the west side of the city? Let's buy two!"

"Uncle, didn't we just have roast chicken yesterday?"

Fang Qingshan lightly slapped his forehead. "That's right. So, what do you want to eat today, Xiaofan? Let's go buy it! Eat whatever you like—don't spare my Soul Coins!"

"Let's get some grilled fish. Qianqian likes it."

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

"I want grilled fish today."

Fang Qingshan immediately agreed. "All right, let's go get some grilled fish."

"Uncle Fang, you're playing favorites again. Be careful, or Qianqian will stop talking to you again," Duan Fan thought with an exasperated smile.

Over the years, Fang Qingshan had treated Duan Fan like his own son, indulging him in everything.

He treated his own daughter, Fang Qian, nowhere near as well as he treated Duan Fan.

Whatever Duan Fan wanted, Fang Qingshan would find a way to get for him.

Duan Fan saw it all, and he kept it all in his heart.

As they headed toward the Grilled Fish Shop, Fang Qingshan told him about the afternoon's plans. "After lunch, I'll take you to the Soul Hunting Forest to get your First Soul Ring. You have Innate Full Soul Power, so once you get your first ring, you'll be able to reach Soul Master rank right away."

Hearing that he was about to get his First Soul Ring, Duan Fan turned his attention back to the system.

Although Fang Qingshan, a Soul Elder, could handle a hundred-year Soul Beast with ease, Duan Fan still wanted to be extra careful.

If he could earn a system reward and get another chance to modify fate, then getting this First Soul Ring would be truly foolproof—and there might even be an unexpected bonus.

Only a reasonable modification to Tang San's fate will earn me a system reward.

It looks like I can't just kill Tang San outright—not for now, anyway.

The system said my goal is to take Tang San's fortune. If I make Tang San lose something he was supposed to have, would that count as successfully taking it?

I can try that!

What should I make him lose first?

Got it!

I'll make him lose his father first!

A spark of inspiration suddenly flashed through Duan Fan's mind, and he immediately began modifying Tang San's fate.

[Tang San left home every morning before sunrise. Tang Hao, a Titled Douluo, couldn't possibly have failed to notice.

Tang Hao had always felt that something was off about his son. He simply hadn't wanted to look into it too closely.

Today, Tang San had gone out before dawn again.

After much inner turmoil, Tang Hao, who had long been suspicious, finally decided to see what his son was up to.

With the strength of a Titled Douluo, Tang Hao soon found Tang San.

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

What was a six-year-old child doing all the way up there?

Looking more closely, Tang San seemed to be meditating and cultivating.

He was actually meditating and cultivating?!

Tang San got up and ran down the hill.

With each step, he covered nearly a zhang. He moved over the rugged mountain path as if it were flat ground, running faster than an adult.

Could a six-year-old child really do that?

Tang Hao couldn't help questioning Tang San's identity.

If he hadn't watched Tang San grow up, he would have already killed the aberration before him...]

On the western side of Sacred Soul Village.

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

The aroma of white rice porridge filled the air. He had made breakfast for himself and his father before leaving.

He was about to go to the stove, ladle out the porridge, and call his father to eat.

Suddenly, a low, hoarse voice sounded behind him, making him jump.

"Where did you go?"

Tang San turned around stiffly. A burly man stood in the doorway, dressed in tattered clothes and sporting a scraggly beard.

It was his father, Tang Hao.

"I went for a walk."

Tang San answered without changing his expression.

Tang Hao's voice remained low. "Can you really walk that far?"

Tang San's body stiffened slightly, and a bad feeling suddenly crept over him.

Did he follow me?

But why didn't I notice him at all?

Maybe I'm overthinking it.

He might've seen me coming back from outside the village and just said that offhand.

It's not like he's ever really cared about me.

Tang San didn't answer Tang Hao. He simply went to the stove, ladled out some white rice porridge, and brought it over.

"Dad, breakfast is ready."

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

"Who are you, really?"

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 become certain that he really had been followed, but he still didn't let his expression change.

"Dad, what did you see?"

"Still pretending?"

"Do you mean me going outside the village to exercise? I dreamed about that. I had a really long dream..."

Tang San hadn't finished speaking when Tang Hao cut him off. "Stop making things up. There's no point."

"Tell me the truth. Who are you, really?"

Tang San's expression also turned a little colder. He said calmly, "I'm Tang San."

If the man before me weren't my father, he'd already have a death warrant on his head.

How could Tang Hao have missed the subtle shift in Tang San's expression?

The look in Tang Hao's eyes grew more complicated. He slowly raised his right hand, then let it fall heavily to his side.

"Haah..."

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

East Street, Notting City.

Just as Duan Fan arrived home, he suddenly received a notification from the system—

[Modification successful! Tang Hao and Tang San, father and son, have broken apart. Tang San has lost the protection of a Titled Douluo!]

[Reward obtained: Second Martial Soul—Soul-Sucking Battle Axe; Modification Attempt ×1!]