Tang San, Your House Exploded!

A few days later, three in the morning.

With his feet wrapped in scraps of cloth, Zhu Wu braved the night wind and eventually reached the opposite bank, fifty meters from Tang Hao's house.

As an External Martial Soul, this was the greatest distance Little White could currently move away from him.

"Little White, go." Zhu Wu turned toward his right shoulder and whispered encouragement.

To avoid Tang Hao sensing any fluctuations in Soul Power, Little White had already transformed into a Magpie. It gave a slight nod, flapped its wings, and took off.

Tang Hao's residence consisted of three adobe houses. The Blacksmith Shop was the one on the left, closest to the river's downstream side. A door panel divided the entrance, but the door panel was truly awful. It was made by nailing together several wooden boards, with gaps everywhere for the wind to blow through. The top had an even larger gap because the boards were uneven.

That had just become Little White's entrance.

"Creak, creak." The night wind was strong, making the already loose doors and windows tremble noisily. It also happened to conceal the sound of beating wings.

That was why he had chosen to bring Little White here tonight.

The night was dark, and fifty meters was far too great a distance to see through. However, relying on his connection with his Martial Soul, Zhu Wu could feel Little White drawing closer.

If only I could share vision with her. He sighed inwardly. Unfortunately, after trying, he found that it was impossible.

In this world, where every ability of a Martial Soul had to be supplemented with Soul Rings, he felt a deep sense of malice.

These past few days, he had fully experienced the pain of flying Soul Masters who needed their Martial Souls to obtain flying-type Soul Skills before they could fly.

"Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh." The cold wind slapped his face, stinging a little. Zhu Wu tightened his collar and waited quietly.

On the other side, Little White had already flown into the Forging Room and landed at the Furnace's Slag Outlet. Its short legs sprinted as it quickly burrowed inside. With a gentle flap of its wings, its petite body rose into the air. Its sharp claws gripped the rough earthen wall tightly. Then, with its brow aimed at the blind corner, colorful light flickered faintly.

A large, oval, dumpling-shaped lump of Clay immediately blocked the blind corner, while the soft Clay around its edges slowly embedded itself into the cracks.

After a short while, sensing the pressure above its head lessen and finding that the Clay was no longer sliding down, Little White immediately began pushing upward with its head.

"Puff, puff, puff." Using its sharp beak and claws together, it compacted the middle and edges of the Clay one by one, as if building a nest.

Time passed bit by bit. Only when the entire lump of Clay resembled a dumpling wrapper covering the blind corner, with the Fuse unobstructed and pointing downward, did it land in satisfaction.

Lowering its head, the colorful light between its brows flashed repeatedly, drawing the scattered crumbs into its space one by one and cleaning up all traces.

Flap, flap. It beat its wings and flew out of the Forging Room, happily heading toward Zhu Wu.

"Little White, beautifully done!" Zhu Wu praised her softly, recalled his Martial Soul, and swiftly turned to flee.

Tang Hao probably didn't notice. As for the Asura God, he shouldn't be bored enough to keep watch while the father and son are sleeping, right?

He thought as he ran.

Tang Hao had emerged from Slaughter City at the age of twenty-eight after obtaining the Divine Slaughter's Domain, long before meeting Ah Yin. According to the original work, the Divine Slaughter's Domain should have been proof of eligibility for the Asura God Test. The Asura God had used this method to cast a wide net and select an heir. Thus, it was hard to say whether the Divine Slaughter's Domain attached to Tang Hao's Clear Sky Hammer Martial Soul did not contain a trace of the Asura God's divine sense.

To be honest, after finishing the sequel, he had suspected that Tang San was very likely the Child of Destiny of Douluo Continent in the era before Huo Gua.

Just as God King Tang San in the sequel could sense the birth of a Child of Destiny on Douluo Continent, the Asura God could certainly sense it as well.

Moreover, because Tang Hao possessed the Divine Slaughter's Domain, Tang San had been locked onto from the very beginning and watched ever since.

Tang Hao had the Asura God's divine sense within him. Wasn't Tang Hao watching equivalent to the Asura God watching?

Tang Hao could even double as a bodyguard.

As for whether the Asura God knew that this Child of Destiny had been taken over by the transmigrated Tang San, that was unclear.

Perhaps he found out later. After all, Tang San's behavior had been abnormal since childhood. However, he had not stopped it, because it had already happened. Moreover, although the body had changed souls, the destiny had not dissipated. He was still the Child of Destiny of Douluo Continent and could be nurtured into an heir to a godhood.

However, compared to Tang San, who ruthlessly split his daughter's soul and implanted it into the Auspicious Beast Three-Eyed Golden Lion before arranging for his daughter to descend to the Lower Realm and contact Huo Gua, the Asura God was clearly much more sophisticated. He first used Tang Hao to help Tang San enter Slaughter City and obtain the Divine Slaughter's Domain, then went with the flow and helped Tang San pass the Sea God Test. Why say "help"? Because the Deep Sea Demonic Whale King had been killed by Tang San through the power of the Asura God.

It was also by taking advantage of that opportunity that the Asura God forcefully inserted himself into the situation and persuaded the Sea God to agree to let Tang San inherit his godhood through another Martial Soul. Perhaps the Asura God had even tacitly approved of Tang San releasing Poison on Hell Road, with the goal of having Tang Chen deliver the Asura Demon Sword into Tang San's hands.

If that was true, then the Asura God was truly a master of layered schemes.

Perhaps Tang San's entire life had already been planned by the Asura God, regardless of whether he was the "true" Child of Destiny, Tang San.

"Have to admit, starting with a Hundred-Thousand-Year transformed Soul Beast coming to his door, killing a thousand-year Soul Beast and obtaining an External Soul Bone, Immortal Herbs being delivered to him, the Vast Sea Cosmic Shroud being delivered to him, and Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beasts offering themselves up one after another—claiming Tang San isn't the Child of Destiny really is hard to believe."

"Hmph. As a fellow transmigrator who knows the plot, I'm exactly here to take down the Child of Destiny!"

"And even someone like Tang San, a thief, was chosen. That shows the Asura God of this world isn't all that impressive either." Thinking this, Zhu Wu quickly disappeared into the darkness.

The next morning, west of Holy Soul Village.

The winter weather was cold and overcast, and with the New Year approaching, nobody came to the Blacksmith Shop to forge farm tools. The surroundings of the row of adobe houses seemed especially desolate. Tap, tap, tap. In the distance, Tang San jogged back and slipped into the kitchen. He came to the stove and lifted the pot lid.

Every day before going up the mountain, he would put rice in the pot and arrange the firewood. By the time he returned, the porridge would be perfectly cooked.

"Dad, breakfast is ready." He carefully ladled out two bowls and placed them on the table, then turned and called softly toward the room.

Footsteps soon sounded. Tang Hao lifted the curtain and strode out. He came to the table, picked up the porridge, gulped it down, and walked out the door.

Tang San said nothing more. After finishing his porridge and tidying up briefly, he left and headed straight for the Forging Room.

Ever since he had awakened his Twin Martial Souls, his Dad, Tang Hao, had clearly changed quite a bit. He no longer slept in during the mornings and instead personally instructed him in the Disorder Splitting Wind Hammer.

When he reached the Forging Room, Dad had indeed already lit the charcoal fire, and the Pig Iron had been thrown into the Furnace.

"Continue refining Pig Iron today." Tang Hao was concise.

"Yes, Dad." Tang San nodded respectfully, strode to the Anvil, picked up the Forging Hammer beside it, and waited.

Before long, the Pig Iron glowed red-hot. Tang Hao skillfully picked it up with the Iron Tongs and placed it on the Anvil.

"Clang, clang, clang." Tang San swung the Forging Hammer and began pounding. Rhythmic hammering rang out without end.

On the other side, as the charcoal above burned thoroughly, more and more flaming waste fell through the cracks into the Slag Outlet.

The hammering outside continued without pause. Inside, the waste piled higher and higher. "Crackle, crackle." The waste that had not yet cooled collided as it fell, sending sparks flying. As the waste at the bottom piled up, the sparks flew higher and higher.

Half an hour later, there was a sudden puff. A cluster of sparks leaped into the upper corner and ignited the exposed Fuse.

The Fuse was very thin. The sound of it burning was faint, and the smoke was slight, completely concealed by the blazing charcoal above.

In the blink of an eye, without the slightest warning—

"Boom!" A deafening explosion suddenly erupted inside the Forging Room. A terrifying shock wave burst forth, flipping the entire earthen forging platform up from the bottom. Large amounts of soil and brick, mixed with red-hot charcoal and searing sparks, blasted in every direction.

"Little San!" Tang Hao reacted swiftly. He struck toward Tang San's side as the latter held the Forging Hammer high, intending to use Soul Power to offset and scatter the shock wave, flying rubble, and other debris. At the same time, Tang San reacted quickly as well, immediately raising the hammer to shield his head and chest.

He also knew very well that if his lower body was struck, he still had a chance of survival. If his head or heart was struck, however, the chance of death would rise sharply.

Tang Hao had indeed reacted quickly, and the Soul Power he unleashed in response was also fast. But no matter what, it could not outrun the first shock wave produced by an explosion that had occurred without warning. Without the slightest suspense, Tang San was blasted away. The Forging Hammer blocking his chest slammed directly into it with a muffled thud. His right arm, which gripped the hammer, was also twisted by the impact, and a crack sounded from the joint. It was clearly broken.

"Puff, puff, puff." Rubble and sparks struck other parts of his body, producing muffled impacts one after another.

Tang Hao, who was nearby, had been thinking only of saving Tang San and was also shaken backward by the sudden blast, with rubble striking his body repeatedly.

There had been too little time. He had not even managed to activate his Martial Soul, much less release a defensive Soul Skill.

"Rumble!" The blasted rubble struck the surrounding walls. The already unstable earthen walls inevitably collapsed. "Puff, puff, puff, puff." Flames leaped upward, carrying sparks that landed on the flammable materials nearby and instantly ignited a raging fire.

Worried about his son, Tang Hao steadied himself and rushed toward Tang San without the slightest hesitation, circulating his Soul Power throughout his body to accelerate.

"Boom!" The charcoal fire scattered inside the room exploded a second time, but its power was completely incomparable to the earlier blast.

"Was that thunder?" Everything had happened in the blink of an eye. The surrounding villagers were jolted awake by the explosion and hurried outside to investigate. They then saw thick smoke rising above Tang Hao's house. "Tang Hao's house is on fire! Hurry and put it out!"

Shouts of alarm rang out one after another.

Tang San, your house exploded!

Zhu Wu, who was at home in North Village, also heard the sound and instinctively turned his head. Without much hesitation, he called out to his grandfather, Zhu Gang, then left the house to go watch the excitement.