Familiar strangers, he was not a competent father!

"Sigh..." Inside the room, Tang San leaned against the headboard, looking at the moon outside the window, and slowly exhaled.

The reason he spoke so harshly to his father was to vent the frustration that had been building up in his heart for years.

Why are other people's fathers so good to their children, while his father is a drunkard and a good-for-nothing?!

A good-for-nothing who relies on his child to support him, he doesn't know why he's living such a miserable life. If it had been his father instead of his mother who died back then, perhaps he wouldn't be in such a terrible situation!

"If only it had been my father who died back then! If my mother were still alive, I wouldn't have awakened to the Innate Seventh-Level Soul Power due to my congenital deficiency!"

He is no longer that Xiao Bai Soul Master who just awakened his Martial Soul at the age of six, but a student who has been studying at the Spirit Academy for six years!

A person who possesses Twin Martial Souls, and both of them are extremely Martial Soul, shouldn't have such low Innate Soul Power. Although Innate Seventh-Level Soul Power is still a very strong talent, it doesn't match the presence of Twin Martial Souls.

"The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect mother, but it's one of the Upper Three Sects. Although it has been declining in recent years, it's still not something I can handle!"

"Revenge... revenge! When will I be able to avenge my mother?!" Tang San thought to himself.

He saw absolutely no hope that he could avenge his mother.

The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect has two Titled Douluo, and even the Clear Sky Sect was destroyed by them.

Right now, he's just a Soul Grandmaster.

"Sigh..." Tang San sighed softly, "I'll go check out Shrek Academy after graduation. An academy that only accepts monsters? I wonder if it's all show and no substance!"

Tang Hao slumped on the floor in the living room, a bitter smile on his face. He slowly got up, picked up a bottle of wine, walked out of the house, and went to the back mountain.

He sat there, drinking, "The Tang San was right, I'm a complete and utter loser!"

"Over the years, I have wronged Tang San. If I hadn't stopped Tang San from joining the Spirit Hall, Tang San would have had a brighter future. Moreover, with the power of Tang San Spirit Hall, she could have been better able to avenge the Clear Sky Sect!"

"If Ah Yin knew that the Tang San was my child, she might take better care of Tang San!"

Although he was in Holy Soul Village, he knew just how terrifying the Spirit Hall was now—the number one power on the continent.

But back then, because of that incident, he prevented his Tang San from joining the Spirit Hall. It's all his fault as a father!

"Ah Zhu, I have let you down. I failed to raise the Tang San properly. I am not a good husband, nor a good father. If only I had been the one who died back then."

"If I were the one who died, my Tang San wouldn't have left me with congenital deficiencies, and my Twin Martial Souls wouldn't have only awakened to the seventh level of the innate realm!"

As Tang Hao drank his wine, he muttered to himself, "God, why am I being treated like this?!"

"Killing my wife wasn't enough, you also destroyed the Clear Sky Sect, and now your Tang San has treated me like this! Hahahaha..."

"If only I were still Titled Douluo! If only I still possessed the strength of Titled Douluo! If only I could..."

He was badly injured in that battle more than a decade ago. He thought he would recover, but he never did.

With Ning Fengzhi's assistance, Chen Xin and Gu Rong were too powerful. Even when he Nine-Ring Detonation at the end, he was still no match for them and was severely injured himself.

Even now, his strength has not recovered. If it weren't for the family's inherited Soul Bone and the Soul Bone he obtained during his early training, he would probably be dead long ago.

"Tang San's strength isn't enough yet. I'll give him the Ring Detonation and the Great Sumeru Hammer when he reaches the Titled Douluo and cultivates his Second Martial Soul!"

"That's the foundation of the Clear Sky Sect, and also a super Soul Skill created by my grandfather!" Tang Hao murmured.

Having drunk enough, Tang Hao slowly got up and swayed as he walked to the Blacksmith Shop, which resembled a pigsty.

He walked to Tang San's door and knocked. "Tang San, it's my fault, I'm useless..."

"Get out if you've had too much to drink! I'm cultivating!" Tang San's indignant voice came from inside the room. What's going on now?!

"Yes, I'll go right away!" Upon hearing this, Tang Hao returned to his room expressionlessly and then fell into a deep sleep.

Inside Tang San's room, Tang San sighed softly, sat cross-legged on the bed, and seemed lost in thought.

"Sigh... it's all fate." Tang San smiled bitterly, "Speaking of which, I'm quite envious of that Pope of the Spirit Hall!"

"Born with a silver spoon in her mouth, she has loving parents and an older sister, and has never lacked cultivation resources since childhood!"

"His talent was terrifyingly strong, and after the age of eighteen, he took over the massive Spirit Hall, becoming the number one power on the continent!"

"And look at my father. He said he was Titled Douluo back then, but he's now crippled. He said he loved his mother terribly back then, but he still can't forget the woman he fell in love with at first sight!"

Tang San gave a wry smile and continued cultivating. His Innate Seventh-Level Soul Power talent was quite good, but he dared not slack off at all.

Otherwise, he wouldn't have been able to cultivate his Soul Power to level twenty-six at such a young age.

The next morning, the sound of hammering echoed from the Blacksmith Shop.

Tang San got up early to work as a blacksmith. Every time he came back from vacation, he would help the villagers forge some iron tools.

Over the years, the villagers have helped his family a lot, so he is happy to do what he can for them.

He remembered the kindness of his fellow villagers. After all, it was thanks to the villagers that he was able to hunt down Hundred-Year Soul Ring and obtain his First Soul Ring that he was able to do so, and that they pooled their money to hire Soul Master to help him hunt it.

It was from that time that his relationship with Brother Su Yuntao grew better and better.

Hearing the tapping sound, Tang Hao walked out of his room and looked at Tang San, who was forging iron, without saying a word.

The blacksmithing technique Tang San used was none other than the Disorder Splitting Wind Hammer, which was exactly what he had taught Tang San back then.

However, Tang San was very reluctant to learn blacksmithing back then, and he only started learning it because the village lacked farm tools.

Tang San glanced at Tang Hao, but remained silent; they were like the most familiar strangers.

"I've already prepared the food. Eat when you're hungry, and if you run out of wine, just go to town and buy some yourself. You won't go hungry," Tang San said calmly.

Tang Hao nodded slightly upon hearing this. "I understand."

After saying that, he went to get his own rice and eat. After finishing, he left the Blacksmith Shop, and it was obvious that he went to buy wine.

He would go to town every day to buy alcohol.