Nine-year-old Tang San and an Even More Shiftless Tang Hao

In Holy Soul Village, Tang San is nine years old this year and has already cultivated to the level of a Great Soul Grandmaster Soul Grandmaster, although he is only a beginner.

Inside the Blacksmith Shop, Tang San was forging iron. He was also on holiday. After returning from his holiday, besides cultivating his Soul Power, he helped his father forge iron.

"I heard that a new Pope has been appointed for the Spirit Hall? He's only eighteen years old, isn't he? And he's already reached the Soul Sage level at such a young age—truly an enviable talent!"

More than admiring the New Pope's talent, he envied New Pope family background. He had heard that the previous Pope had married a commoner Soul Master.

Then came the New Pope and her sister, who was born with a silver spoon in her mouth.

If only I were the other person!

"Tang Hao! Tang Hao! Where are today's iron tools?" Old Jack's voice came from outside the Blacksmith Shop, pulling Tang San back to reality.

"Grandpa Jack, please come today. Dad is still sleeping. I've already finished forging all the metal tools," Tang San said, looking towards the door.

Old Jack walked in, leaning on his cane. Compared to two years ago, Old Jack had clearly aged considerably.

"Hmph! That beast Tang Hao, he really doesn't care about anything anymore, huh?! He's even too lazy to forge iron now? If it weren't for the monthly allowance you, his Tang San, give him, Tang Hao would starve to death!"

Old Jack said indignantly.

Tang San smiled slightly and said nothing. He was nine years old now, no longer at an age where he didn't understand anything.

I don't know why, but my father seems like he's not my father at all, and he treats me very harshly.

This is why he envies the new generation of Pope of the Spirit Hall, who was born with a silver spoon in his mouth and has a loving father and mother.

In imperial families, emperors always worry about their sons usurping their power. But this New Pope? He was only eighteen years old when his father passed the Pope's Seat to him.

"Tang San, you're not a child anymore. We can't let your father live like this!" Old Jack said.

Tang San shook his head slightly and said, "Grandpa Jack, my monthly allowance is still enough to support my father."

"Pah! Tang Hao, that shameless brat! You're only nine years old, and you're already expected to support him? I don't know where he gets the nerve!" Old Jack spat.

Tang San's face showed bitterness; after all, this was his father.

He often heard people say that when his father first came to Holy Soul Village, he worked very hard to support him.

But I don't know when it started, my father became more and more lazy and decadent, and even almost raised me to death several times!

As for now? He doesn't care about anything anymore. He just drinks heavily every day, and then goes to sleep.

They survive entirely on the monthly allowance of Gold Soul Coin they receive.

If it weren't for this subsidy, he would probably have had to go into the Soul Beast Forest at the young age of nine to hunt Soul Beast or sell animal hides to support his father.

"Grandpa Jack, the forged tools are over here," Tang San said with a smile, pointing to the corner.

He didn't like blacksmithing, but his father made him learn it anyway. After he learned it, every holiday when he came back, all the blacksmithing work was assigned to him, ostensibly for his own training.

Even so, he still didn't like blacksmithing.

Old Jack looked in the direction Tang San pointed, then nodded and said, "I see Tang San."

He walked over, picked up the forged ironware, and spat towards the next room, "Tang Hao, you should have just died outside Holy Soul Village back then! You're getting more and more outrageous!"

"Old Jack, what are you barking about?" Tang Hao woke up, walked out of the room, and looked at Old Jack with blurry eyes.

"I'm training Tang San, what do you know? You don't know anything, all you have is a mouth!"

"I don't understand anything? But I also know that you, as a father, shouldn't let a nine-year-old child support us! Do you not have hands or feet?!" Old Jack said, looking at Tang Hao.

"What do you know?! You don't know anything!" Tang Hao shook his head and said. He taught Tang San to forge iron, which was to teach him the Disorder Splitting Wind Hammer. This hammer technique was a completely Self-Created Soul Skill for the Clear Sky Hammer. The power after eighty-one strikes was unimaginable!

"Pah!" Old Jack glared angrily at Tang Hao.

"Tang San, your dad's out of money. Give me some so I can buy some alcohol." Tang Hao walked up to Tang San and held out his hand.

"I... Dad, I don't have much left either." Tang San shook his head helplessly upon hearing this; he was also short of money.

"Hurry up! Don't make me say it twice!" Tang Hao glanced at Tang San, then continued, his tone becoming more serious.

Tang San sighed helplessly, took out something wrapped in a handkerchief from his pocket, and opened the handkerchief. Inside were several Silver Soul Coin and several Copper Soul Coin.

Upon seeing the money, Tang Hao grabbed it all at once, exclaiming, "I knew it! You've got it, Tang San! After all, you're Soul Master now, and the Spirit Hall gives subsidies to those who become Soul Master every day!"

He received the money and immediately smiled.

"Tang Hao!" Old Jack couldn't stand it any longer. He picked up the forged iron tool in his hand and smashed it down on Tang Hao's forehead. "Tang Hao, I'll kill you, you beast!"

Although Tang Hao was once Titled Douluo, he is now nothing more than a cripple, an ordinary person without any cultivation.

If that blow had landed on his forehead, it would have definitely cracked his skull open.

"Old Jack? Are you crazy?" Tang Hao saw Old Jack pick up the iron tools and immediately hid far away.

"Tang Hao, you beast!" Old Jack said.

"Grandpa Jack, calm down. Dad has always been like this." Tang San took Old Jack's hand.

"That's always been the case, is that right? Tang San, don't you know how other villagers treat their children? Even the harshest ones aren't as cruel as Tang Hao! Don't stop Grandpa, today Grandpa will beat your father to death and free you from this misery! From now on, Grandpa Jack will take care of you!"

"Old Jack, give up on that idea. Tang San is my son now, and he will always be my son!" Tang Hao said disdainfully.

"Let's go, off to buy some wine." Tang Hao tossed the Silver Soul Coin in his hand and left the Blacksmith Shop.

"I'm so angry! I'm so angry!" Old Jack was furious and flung Tang San's hand away.

"Sigh... Tang San, you'll be ruined by your father sooner or later! No, your father has already ruined you. If you had joined the Spirit Hall back then..." Old Jack said.

Then he left the Blacksmith Shop.

Tang San stood there and shook his head.