The Mortal Realm's Hustle and Bustle

Huo Yuhao's divine sense was immersed in his mother's song, and he no longer had the heart to discipline Xie Xie.

The last time he listened to his mother sing was a very, very long time ago. Days spent living under someone else's roof were not easy, but back then, the mother and son depended on each other and spent the happiest period of their lives.

"Mom... Mom..."

The most beautiful singing in the world flowed into Huo Yuhao's heart. Gradually, he fell asleep, smiling sweetly like a soundly sleeping child.

Tang Wulin, who was completely unaware of all this, was immersed in the joy of stuffing his face. After he finished the braised beef in a pot, Auntie Huo happened to walk out of the kitchen carrying two portions of grilled fish and served them to their table.

"The fresh fish soup needs to simmer a bit longer. Have some grilled fish first. Captain Guanglong, your two portions of grilled fish will be ready in a little while."

"Sister Huo, you're far too polite. The fish at your place is worth the wait."

Guanglong had a huge appetite, having ordered three portions of braised beef in a pot, two portions of grilled fish, and a portion of fresh fish soup.

At that moment, he had just finished his second portion of braised beef, and by the time he finished the third, the two portions of grilled fish were almost done grilling.

"It's not that I'm being polite, Captain Guanglong. The fact that Eastsea City can have such a great security environment today is inseparable from the tireless, hard work of you and the brothers of the Security Team. This is out of respect for you."

Huo Yun'er wore a smile on her face, turned and walked into the kitchen like a genuine middle-aged housewife. When she passed by Tang Wulin, her eyes became infinitely gentle, like a mother looking at her beloved child.

Although this wisp of divine sense originated from Huo Yuhao's secondary body, whether it was the primary body or the secondary body, in Huo Yun'er's eyes, they were both her son, and her love for them was the same.

If ten thousand years ago, she could have taken her son away from the White Tiger Duke's Estate, opened a fish restaurant outside to make a living and support herself and her son, and lived out the rest of this life plainly and simply... Huo Yun'er shook her head slightly.

What was she thinking? The Douluo Plane chose her son to become the Son of Destiny, and that could not be changed. Tang San would never let go of their mother and son.

Beneath the gods, all are mere ants; this was the sorrow of mortals like them.

Huo Yun'er did not want to become that kind of cold, ruthless, aloof god, so over the past few thousand years since returning to Douluo Continent, she had always been active in various places across the Federation under the identities of ordinary grassroots people, observing the hustle and bustle of the mortal realm and tasting all the flavors of life.

At the dining table, Xie Xie's portion of braised beef in a pot remained untouched, and now the grilled fish had been served. The little gluttonous worm in his stomach protested wildly, so he cautiously picked up his chopsticks, clipped a piece of fish meat, and sent it into his mouth to taste.

Huh? He actually didn't choke!

Great, that damn bad luck had finally left him!

Xie Xie, who had been craving it for ages, immediately started his crazy feast mode. The speed at which he stuffed his face left both Tang Wulin and Guanglong staring in blank astonishment.

Xie Xie focused entirely on stuffing his face, while Tang Wulin and Guanglong, sitting at the same table, chatted casually, gradually coming to understand each other's family backgrounds and experiences.

Guanglong was born into an ordinary family. Both parents died when he was young, and his only surviving relative was his older brother Guanglong. The two brothers grew up together in an orphanage.

At the age of six, the brothers awakened their martial souls with the help of a Holy Spirit Cult Priest. The quality of their martial souls was quite good, belonging to sub-dragon martial souls. Under the introduction of the orphanage director, the younger brother Guanglong signed a Class A Talent Contract with the Spirit Pagoda, while the older brother, who had more outstanding talent, signed a Class B Talent Contract with the Spirit Pagoda. Both brothers obtained hundred-year soul spirits and graduated from the advanced department of Eastsea Academy.

Today, the younger brother Guanglong was a Soul Master at the Soul King realm, serving as the Security Team Captain of Eastsea City to maintain the security environment of this hometown city.

Guanglong's older brother, Guanglong, had outstanding talent and was now a powerful Soul Saint, serving as the East Sea Mecha Brigade Captain. Because he held the strongest armed forces in Eastsea City, Guanglong's status and position rivaled that of the East Sea Archon.

Similarly, Tang Wulin was also born into an "ordinary family." His father, Tang Ziran, was a "technically average" Mecha Repairman, and his mother, Lang Yue, was a Housewife who cooked exceptionally well.

At the age of six, Tang Wulin awakened the notoriously trashy martial soul, Blue Silver Grass, at Aolai Church. Fortunately, he possessed accompanying soul power, and his innate soul power was as high as rank 7, making him an absolute rarity—a super genius in the small city of Aolai City.

Thus, Tang Wulin smoothly signed a Class B Talent Contract with the Spirit Pagoda. At age nine, he broke through to become a Soul Grandmaster and a Level 3 Mecha Maker, and his talent contract level was upgraded from Class B to Class A.

"A nine-year-old Soul Grandmaster and also a Level 3 Mecha Maker, Little Brother Tang, your talent is much stronger than my big brother's."

Guanglong patted Tang Wulin's shoulder with an encouraging smile on his face, and said, "You must work hard and keep it up. Soul Masters who can sign a Class A Talent Contract with the Spirit Pagoda are all super geniuses who have the potential to become Titled Douluos."

"For a Soul Master born from a commoner family to produce a Titled Douluo is truly not easy. You must work hard and not waste the talent your mom and dad passed down to you."

"Yeah, thanks, Big Brother Guanglong, I will."

Feeling the heavy weight on his shoulder, Tang Wulin nodded solemnly.

Beside them, Xie Xie, upon hearing the sensitive word, raised his head and glanced at Tang Wulin.

Huh? Weren't they calling me?

Fine, I misheard. It was thanks, not Xie Xie.

For the ten-thousandth time, Xie Xie complained in his heart about his own name, and then continued to lower his head and devour his food.

This name of his was given to him by his late mother.

If not for that, he really would have changed this name that always caused misunderstandings long ago, instead of just talking about it all the time without ever truly following through.

The talent passed down to me by my mom and dad... Tang Wulin thought about these words in his heart.

Actually, his talent was not entirely inherited from his mom and dad. Without the methods Big Brother Huo taught him, his own Blue Silver Grass martial soul could not possibly have had rank 7 innate soul power, nor could he have become a Level 4 Mecha Maker at the age of nine.

Right, it was Level 4, not Level 3.

What restricted his mecha maker level was never talent, but his soul power level.

Before breaking through to Soul Grandmaster, he was already a Level 3 Mecha Maker, but the level he displayed on the surface was Level 2.

After breaking through to Soul Grandmaster, he broke through to Level 4 Mecha Maker under Big Brother Huo's guidance, while the level he displayed on the surface was Level 3.

The improvement in mecha-making proficiency allowed Tang Wulin to inadvertently discover his father's secret.

His father's mecha repair proficiency was nowhere near as ordinary as it appeared. Just how high it was, he did not know, but it was at least level 5 or 6.

His father didn't say, so he must have his reasons.

Therefore, Tang Wulin chose not to pierce the secret his father was hiding, nor did he tell his mother about it, instead hiding it deep in his heart.

The reasons for a person to conceal their identity were simply those few. The fact that he didn't have the strength to resolve those reasons now didn't mean he wouldn't have that strength in the future.

So, I must work hard to become stronger, for myself, and for my family.