Tang San Stole My Home at the Start

The air before dawn was cold and gloomy, especially in the dead of night.

At the foot of the mountain on the northern side of Holy Soul Village, the chilly mountain wind swept over the ridge, making the bamboo forest sway and rustle. "Tap, tap." A small, thin shadow walked against the wind. The cold breeze carried away the scent, while the crisp footsteps were concealed by the rustling bamboo forest.

With a flick of his hand, a jagged stone shot out.

"Whimper..." A sound came from the bamboo doghouse behind the short Bamboo House. Then, it fell silent.

"Merchants chase profit, and there are few truly conscientious people. Zhu Wu, the hundred-year-old Wolf Poison is incredibly toxic. If I let you sell it to a medicinal herb merchant, it might be made into Poison and sold to some vicious person, harming innocents. I'm taking it today so I can prevent that!" Tang San muttered inwardly.

"Don't worry. I'll definitely use it for the righteous path, punishing evil and upholding justice. That way, it'll be put to good use!" In his view, whether Hidden weapons or Poison were evil did not depend on the things themselves, but on the person using them.

Used for righteousness, they were righteous; used for Evil Branch, they were evil.

And punishing evil and upholding justice was precisely the purpose and duty for which the Tang Sect had been established.

He lightly tapped his foot, made several leaps, and landed behind the courtyard. Bending down, he dug out the cluster of Wolf Poison in the corner of the vegetable patch, where it had been covered by a winnowing basket.

Without much hesitation, he turned and quickly left.

Nothing happened throughout the night. The next morning, at dawn—

"Tang San, I'll f*ck your mother!" Zhu Wu stood behind the courtyard with a gloomy expression, gnashing his teeth. A hundred-year-old Wolf Poison would fetch at least five Gold Soul Coins from a medicinal herb merchant. To a commoner's family, that was undoubtedly a huge sum. Moreover, he had spent the entire day searching the mountains with his special ability to sense such things before luckily plucking the Wolf Poison from a steep cliff. He had climbed several hundred meters of cliff before turning six years old—it could absolutely be said that he had risked his life. How could he not be furious now that it had been stolen?

Most importantly, this was not the first time Tang San had come to his house to steal medicinal herbs. That was what truly infuriated him!

"Da Huang didn't bark!" As if he had thought of something, he hurried to the doghouse, bent down, and reached into the shadows. He gently shook the barely exposed dog leg, which was already stiff as a board.

His eyes instantly reddened. He hurriedly pulled it out. The blood beneath the ear had already dried and turned black.

Beside the cold body lay the stone that had been dragged out with it. Blood still stained its sharp tip.

"Tang San, you bastard! I'll f*ck your mother!"

He could not help but curse again.

He had once again struck precisely beside the dog's ear, and he specialized in stealing poisonous herbs. With both that need and that accuracy, who else could it be besides Tang San? To verify it back then, he had even secretly gone to the mountaintop Tang San visited every day. Sure enough, poisonous herbs had been transplanted there, including some stolen from his house.

As someone who had read the original work, a transmigrator, he knew Tang San's abilities and origins like the back of his hand. He simply wanted to coat his Hidden weapons with deadly Poison but could not afford to buy any, so he had thought of stealing it. When he could not obtain something through normal means, he stole it. Wasn't that how the Mysterious Heaven Treasure Record had been obtained, too?

"A White-Eyed Wolf never changes its spots. You're worse than a pig or a dog!" He grew angry whenever he thought about how many times his things had been stolen.

"Ahem." A sudden cough came from behind him.

Zhu Wu instinctively turned his head.

Inside the Bamboo House, a hunched old man over seventy, his temples frosted white, was leaning on a cane as he walked toward the rear courtyard.

Zhu Gang was seventy-one years old this year. He was Zhu Wu's grandfather, as well as the person who had kindly picked him up and adopted him back then. He knew all this because he had been reborn into his mother's womb with his memories intact.

He had heard many things without understanding them before, but after learning the language of this world, he eventually came to understand. All he could say was that it was melodramatic—extremely melodramatic!

"Xiao Wu, were we robbed again?"

Several medicinal herbs had gone missing from the house before, and Zhu Gang knew about it. Although he was old and his hearing was not very good, he could still hear the tone. His grandson Zhu Wu had clearly been cursing someone just now, so most likely, medicinal herbs had gone missing from the house again.

And it was probably the medicinal herb he had spent all day searching for yesterday. His grandson had said that it could sell for quite a bit of money—enough to give them a good New Year.

If I don't avenge this grudge, I'm no man. Tang San, just you wait! Zhu Wu took a deep breath and forcefully suppressed his anger before picking up Da Huang.

The rear courtyard was not large, and he soon reached the entrance.

Seeing the yellow dog in his grandson's arms clearly, Zhu Gang's eyes reddened as well. His sigh was filled with sorrow.

"Alas, the human heart is no longer what it was. The human heart is no longer what it was..."

"Grandpa, don't worry. Heaven is watching everything people do. Evil will be repaid with evil. That beast, born but never properly raised, won't have a good ending." Zhu Wu comforted him, then lowered his head to look at Da Huang in his arms. "As for Da Huang, I'll take care of him later and bring some to Grandpa Jack's house. The New Year is almost here, and the pig at home should be slaughtered too. We can have Grandpa Jack find someone to help, and pre-sell some meat while we're at it."

As a student majoring in animal husbandry and veterinary medicine, with a pig farm at home, he had found a job as soon as he graduated.

When it came to raising pigs, he had been a professional in his previous life.

The reason he knew some Chinese medicinal herbs was also related to this. Although most of the material taught in modern animal husbandry and veterinary medicine belonged to Western medicine, Chinese medicine was also offered as a specialized course. Much of what their ancestors had left behind was still useful, so he had studied it seriously.

For example, Gelsemium elegans, known as "heartbreak grass," was a commonly used Chinese veterinary herb. It could drive away parasites in pigs, cattle, and sheep. In small amounts, feeding it to livestock and poultry could even promote growth. In his hometown, it was also known as "pig ginseng," and feeding it in moderation could increase a pig's appetite.

Speaking of which, Gelsemium elegans was also the first Chinese medicinal herb he had found after coming to this world, helping him accumulate some initial capital.

Once he had enough money, he naturally had to raise a piglet to supplement the family's income and improve their diet at the same time.

"That's fine." Zhu Gang sighed again and nodded slightly.

Although they had grown attached to the dog after raising it for so long, for a commoner's family like theirs, being able to eat meat even once was not easy. Burying it would truly be a waste.

"Bring a little more. Grandpa Jack helped our family quite a bit in the past few years. We can't forget his kindness. And there's also the Wang family's daughter-in-law, who fed you milk when you were little..."

"All right, Grandpa, go make your breakfast. We're all poor families. Alas, this world..." After glancing at Da Huang in Zhu Wu's arms, he sighed and slowly walked toward the kitchen.

Some time later, after breakfast, Zhu Wu continued processing the yellow dog's body.

When he finished and tidied up a little, he entered the bedroom and opened the window. Facing the rising sun, he began practicing the Eight Section Brocade to loosen his muscles and bones.

The Vajra Longevity Exercise was something he had learned in his previous life by watching Daoist Zhang Zhishun's instructional videos online.

His family had owned a pig farm, so he had often needed to work. Over time, it was inevitable that his body developed minor problems. Later, after he complained a few times in his alumni group, a classmate sent him a video link and suggested that he practice it. After arriving in this world, he had begun practicing when he was a little over two years old, and had kept it up for nearly four years.

The Vajra Longevity Exercise consisted of two parts. The external exercise, the Vajra Power Exercise, focused on the physique and was suitable for practice in the morning when the sun had just risen. The internal exercise, the Longevity Exercise, focused on the mind and spirit and was suitable for practice late at night, when all was quiet beneath the bright moon. It was known as practicing Vajra in the morning and Longevity at night, combining hardness and softness and harmonizing yin and yang. At least, that was how the encyclopedia described it. Of course, it also mentioned things like refining essence into qi, refining qi into spirit, and becoming one with Heaven and humanity.

As a modern person, he naturally did not believe such nonsense. However, practicing for a long time could strengthen the body, improve immunity, and genuinely reduce how often one fell ill.

That remained true in this world as well. In any case, he had not noticed any internal energy or anything similar emerging from his practice so far.

Regardless, as the only "exercise method" he had brought to this world, and one that genuinely strengthened the body, he had to keep practicing it no matter what.

He still remembered the line from the introduction online: external qi stirred to trigger internal qi, and internal qi stirred to drive external qi. He did not know whether this world had internal energy, but Heaven and Earth Spiritual Energy and Soul Power were undeniably real. To be honest, he was still somewhat hopeful that practicing this Vajra Longevity Exercise would allow him to develop Innate Soul Power like Tang San. Of course, even if he did not practice, he should have Soul Power anyway. After all—

Those who could transmigrate were never ordinary!

What was more, his damned scumbag father had come from that place.

He had once tried to teach his grandfather Zhu Gang using various excuses, but unfortunately, the old man's body was far too hunched to manage it at all, so he had given up.

"Grandpa, I'm heading out." After completing the entire routine, Zhu Wu slung the bamboo basket filled with dog meat over his back and left.

Before long, he arrived at Old Jack's house.

"Xiao Wu, don't worry. Your grandpa will do whatever it takes to find the thief and get justice for you! Something like this happening in the village doesn't just disgrace the village—it also disgraces me, the village chief."

After hearing the general situation, Old Jack was furious.

"That's right. We can't let this go." Old Jack's wife was also angry. "Grandma will go out and sound people out later. I want to see whose shameless good-for-nothing did such a disgraceful thing!"

"I'll find a chance to ask around this afternoon too." Old Jack's robust son frowned as he joined in.

Old Jack's daughter-in-law followed, and the whole family wore expressions of righteous indignation.

Unfortunately, they were doomed to return empty-handed. Who was Tang San? He was the kind of person who would not even teach the Mysterious Heaven Treasure Record to his own father. After obtaining the Wolf Poison, his first thought would certainly be to coat his precious Tang Sect Hidden weapons with it, not sell it for money to supplement the family's income. If a poor family suddenly became rich overnight and began spending lavishly, there would naturally be clues to follow. But Tang San had severed the trail at its source. Zhu Wu sighed inwardly.

When it came to revenge, he still had to rely on himself!

"Thank you, Grandpa Jack and Uncle Jerry." He still expressed his gratitude to Old Jack's family.

"As the village chief, this is what your grandpa should do." Old Jack shook his head. After comforting him for a while, he changed the subject. "Xiao Wu, judging by the time, the Head Disciple from the Spirit Hall should be coming to our village in the next few days to preside over the Spirit Awakening ceremony."

"You're old enough now, so you'll be participating this time too. As for slaughtering the pig, wait until the Spirit Awakening ceremony is over. Spirit Awakening is a major event. If you're lucky enough to awaken Soul Power, that would be an even greater joyous occasion."

"With a joyous occasion approaching, it's better not to kill anything."

Superstition existed in every world. Zhu Wu sighed inwardly and nodded obediently.

After some small talk, he said goodbye and left.

A new author and a new book—please enjoy!