Wild Big-Sis Tang Hao!

In this life, Tang Hao was a woman. And a drunkard at that.

Tang San slowly folded the letter and tucked it into his clothes. He took several deep breaths before barely managing to swallow the curse lodged in his throat.

He had thought that no matter how absurd this world became, there was no way his biological father could go wrong, right? But this was beyond going wrong—his father had been replaced with a mother!

Before he could recover from the shock, someone knocked on the office door.

Yu Xiaorou pushed the door open, her expression somewhat strange. "Tang San, someone is looking for you outside the school gates. They said they're family. Go take a look."

Tang San: "..."

Su Yang happened to be standing at the corner of the corridor, holding the Spirit Martial theory assignment Yu Xiaorou had just graded and preparing to bring it back to the dormitory.

The moment he heard that, his steps silently paused. Tang Hao was here? And Tang Hao was a woman in this life?

Su Yang's mind swiftly ran through the image of the Clear Sky Douluo from the original story—the iron-boned, unyielding tough guy who had smashed half of Spirit Hall's facade with a single hammer. In this life, she had actually become a woman.

He had merely been passing by, but now he could not move on. He set the assignment against the wall, and with a thought, released a wisp of Soul Power from Lovesick Heartbreak Red.

That aura was like a thin, transparent veil, wrapping around his entire body.

This was a hidden advantage brought by his second martial soul, apart from the Singular Velvet Sky Chrysanthemum—concealing his aura.

With the masking ability of the king of Immortal Herbs, unless someone deliberately focused all their attention on searching, even a Titled Douluo would not notice him for a while.

Tang San left the school gates with a dark expression, following Yu Xiaorou. Su Yang trailed behind at neither too great nor too small a distance, his footsteps exceptionally light as he used the roadside shrubs and courtyard walls for cover, following them all the way to the rear hillside.

The sunlight was lovely, and the breeze was just right, pressing the wild grass down in rippling patches. From afar, Tang San spotted a figure reclining against a bluestone.

It was a woman. Her long black hair hung loosely around her shoulders, the ends somewhat unruly as though she had not cared for it properly in a long time. Yet she did not look disheveled. Instead, she carried an untamed, wild air.

She wore an old cloth outfit faded white from washing, its sleeves rolled above her forearms to reveal unexpectedly fair skin.

An old wine gourd polished smooth from use hung at her waist. She also held a red clay jug, occasionally lifting it to take a drink.

She sat with one foot on the stone and one hand braced on her knee, her whole body exuding three parts laziness and seven parts sharpness.

Her features were exceptionally beautiful. Her brow bones were high, her eyebrows slanting sharply toward her temples, while her narrow phoenix eyes held a hint of drunkenness that could not conceal the edge beneath.

She looked barely over thirty. As for her figure... well, let's put it this way: that old cloth outfit, nearly worn translucent from washing, looked like a tight-fitting outfit on her.

Tang San looked only once before turning his face away, forcing himself to fix his gaze on the ground.

This was his father from his past life. His father. Tang Hao. That wine-reeking yet dashing woman standing before him was the father in this life who could smash apart a mountain with one hammer.

Tang Hao was studying him as well. She tilted her head, her drunken phoenix eyes sweeping over him from head to toe. Then her lips curled into a lazy smile. "Brat, you've grown quite a bit."

There was little maternal tenderness in her tone. She sounded more like an older sister from the village entrance calling out to a neighbor's child.

Tang San's mouth twitched. It took tremendous effort before he squeezed out a sentence through clenched teeth. "...You were looking for me?"

"Didn't you send word saying you wanted to see me?" Tang Hao rolled her eyes, tipped back her head, and took another swig before casually wiping her mouth with her sleeve.

"I heard you've been doing pretty well at Nording Academy? Innate Full Soul Power with Blue Silver Grass—there's something interesting about that."

As she spoke, her tone suddenly became more serious. Tang San noticed that her gaze lingered on him a little longer, and the drunkenness in her phoenix eyes seemed to fade slightly.

"Your mother has some business to take care of in Notting City, so I'll be staying for a few days. If you need anything, or if someone bullies you, just say the word." She paused, lowering her voice with an unquestionable seriousness.

"No matter what, I'm still your mother."

Tang San opened his mouth, but not a single word came out.

He had prepared many different scenarios for reuniting with his father. In every one of them, Tang Hao had been a rough, burly man with a stern face.

He had prepared how to explain his abnormal precocity, how to reveal a few hints about the future—half truth, half lie—so that this Titled Douluo-level backer would stand by his side sooner rather than later.

He had even considered whether his first words should be "Dad" or "Father" to sound close without losing propriety.

But his mother—no, his father was a woman now! He could not exactly rush over, hug her leg, and call her "Mother," could he? That would be too—Tang San's mind was a complete mess.

His lips trembled for a long while before he finally forced out, "...I'm doing fine. You... should drink less."

The moment he said it, he wanted to slap himself. This caring remark he had prepared for his biological father sounded unbearably awkward when directed at this drunken mother.

Tang Hao was stunned by his words. She lowered her head to look at the red clay jug in her hand, frowned slightly, and fell silent for a moment before giving a snort.

"Fine. I'll listen to you." With that, she flicked her wrist and hurled the wine jug far away. It traced a graceful arc through the air before landing in the distant stream with a plop.

Tang San stared in stunned disbelief.

Tang Hao patted the dust from her hands and waved impatiently.

"Enough, enough. Cut it out. Stay in school and don't cause trouble. If anyone bullies you, give them my name."

After saying that, she turned and left. Her long hair was stirred by the mountain breeze, while sunlight gilded her shoulders with a golden rim.

She did not look back. She merely raised a hand and waved casually, her retreating figure so dashing that she hardly looked like a mother at all.

Tang San stood where he was, watching her walk farther and farther away until she completely vanished beyond the other side of the mountain. He remained there in the wind for a long time.

His feelings were a chaotic mix, as though someone had poured a jar of aged vinegar, a pot of honey, and a handful of chili powder straight into his mouth.

Behind the nearby bushes, Su Yang covered his mouth, his shoulders shaking as he nearly laughed aloud.

He had just witnessed the legendary Clear Sky Douluo—oh no, she should be called the Clear Sky Female Douluo now.

Her coarse old clothes could not hide those overly full, upturned curves, and her lazy drunken state could not conceal the sharp blade hidden in her phoenix eyes.

With one casual toss, she had flung her wine jug into the river, then left without hesitation. She was even more dashing than most men.

Su Yang silently gave this "drunken mother" a rating in his heart: Looks, full marks. Presence, full marks. Reliability as a mother—zero marks. No more than that.

Although this big-sis Tang Hao's style was completely unlike the original story, that domineering presence had inherited the Clear Sky Douluo's legacy without losing a trace.

He secretly glanced at Tang San again. The Tang Sect genius who had once dominated the world in his past life was now crouching on the grass with his head in his arms, his back trembling faintly. Su Yang knew he was not crying.

It was the soul-deep wail of a reincarnator facing a world that had completely fallen apart.

Su Yang quietly backed away, then hurried back to the academy. He was afraid that if he stayed any longer, he would truly laugh out loud.

Tang San crouched there for a long time before finally standing up. He looked toward the direction Tang Hao had disappeared in, then turned to look toward Nording Academy.

In the end, he let out a long sigh. Mom... Dad... sigh, forget it. He headed back as well, with only one thought remaining in his mind: What else is there in this world that I don't know?

PS: The research for this book isn't great, but the author is genuinely interested and just writes whatever comes to mind!

The main thing is sheer novelty!