Tang Hao's killing intent, the Asura God's attention

His father was a blacksmith who drank all day, spending most of the money he earned at the forge on cheap liquor.

Faced with such a father, Tang San felt neither resentment nor dislike, but rather a faint warmth. After all, he had been an orphan in his previous life. Having a father in this life was already enough to satisfy him.

Besides, there had to be some painful reason behind his constant drinking. Coupled with the mother he had never seen since birth, this naturally gave Tang San a few suspicions.

Feeling the abundant strength in his limbs and the persistent protests of his stomach, Tang San was a little helpless.

Remembering how his father had gotten drunk again yesterday, he simply climbed out of bed and started boiling water to make rice porridge.

Fortunately, the nourishment and strengthening provided by the Mysterious Heaven Skill allowed him to move the large, heavy iron pot. Otherwise, Tang San really would not have known how to make breakfast.

As the water gradually came to a boil, Tang San took two handfuls of rice from the already depleted sack and scattered them into the pot. With time, a faint aroma of rice slowly spread...

Tang Hao awoke from his drunken stupor. At some point, murky tears had begun trailing from the corners of his eyes.

"Ah Yin!"

His voice was hoarse and aged, without a trace of life.

Sitting up on the small bed, he remembered that he apparently still had a son. He shook his head, trying to drive away yesterday's nightmare.

Only after sitting on the bed for quite some time did he stagger to his feet. Ignoring the agonizing pain of his old internal injuries, he trudged toward the door.

The moment he lifted the curtain, a faint aroma