Tang Hao: I Thought My Son Could Photosynthesize

That day, Lin Qingchen went to find Jack at the agreed time.

The two waited for a while, but there was still no sign of Tang San.

They had agreed to go to Nuoding City together to register that day. After all, walking from Holy Soul Village to Nuoding City took some time.

But when Lin Qingchen thought about what Tang San had been through, he understood.

There was no helping it. The boy's life growing up could hardly even qualify as Rice and Oil TV; it was more like he had barely survived on a few grains of rice thrown into the water used to wash a wok.

And since Tang San climbed onto the roof every day before dawn to practice the Purple Demon Eye, Lin Qingchen seriously suspected that Tang Hao thought his son could survive by climbing onto the roof for a bit of sun every day.

Tang Hao: My wife was the Blue Silver Emperor, so my son inherited his mother's genes. Isn't it perfectly normal for him to photosynthesize?

But without the slightest exaggeration, as long as someone could remember Tang San's existence all the time, they already loved him more than his father did, didn't they?

"Grandpa Jack, Tang San is probably still taking care of his father. You know what that family is like."

Jack flew into a rage when he heard that. "I knew it! How could a child like Tang San be late? So it was that old drunkard Tang Hao's doing again!"

"Little Chen, come with me. I want to see just what Tang Hao thinks he's doing."

With that, he strode toward Tang Hao's house.

Lin Qingchen followed along behind him. As it happened, he also wanted to see whether Tang Hao and Tang San had any talents he needed.

Holy Soul Village was not large, so it wasn't long before the two arrived outside Tang Hao's house.

Come to think of it, the place really was a wreck. With Tang Hao's strength, even a little effort would have kept him from living in a pigsty like this. It seemed he really didn't care about it at all.

Old Jack held nothing back and began pounding on the door. "Tang Hao, I know you're in there! Let Tang San out, quick! I'm taking him and Little Chen to Nuoding Academy!"

Unexpectedly, it was Tang Hao who opened the door, not Tang San.

Old Jack's temper flared at the sight of him. "Well, well, Tang Hao, so you're already awake! Then what do you mean by keeping Tang San here? Didn't we agree to meet at the village entrance at this hour?"

"Hmph. You only waited a little longer. I had Little San make me something to eat. What's your hurry?" Tang Hao snorted, then turned and walked away.

"Come in and wait a bit."

But before he turned, his gaze swept over Lin Qingchen, who was standing behind Old Jack, and he frowned.

Hmm?

What a strange presence.

If I remember right, that's Hunter Lin's son, isn't it?

Tang Hao frowned and thought for a moment, but nothing came to mind, so he stopped thinking about it.

As he saw it, rather than waste time thinking about that, he might as well go back and sleep a little longer. It was only some insignificant brat anyway.

Putting the thought aside, he strode over to the pot. Ignoring the heat, he grabbed a large iron ladle and scooped up some "porridge" that was little more than rice water. After gulping down several large mouthfuls, he wiped his mouth with his filthy hand, then turned and went back to the bedroom.

"Little San, get your things together and go with Old Jack to Nuoding City."

"All right, Father."

Only then did Old Jack enter. As soon as he stepped inside, he saw the thin, frail Tang San standing beside the stove, with a few grains of rice still floating in the pot. He grew even angrier.

"Well, well! He's going to school in Nuoding City today, and you couldn't even spare a couple more grains of rice? Tang Hao, is this how you raise a child?"

But before he could finish, Tang San stopped him.

Tang San shook his head and said softly, "Grandpa Jack, keep your voice down. Dad hates it most when someone disturbs his sleep."

Jack stroked his head, frustrated that he wouldn't stand up for himself. "Little San, sigh..."

Tang San shook his head, ladled a bowl of rice water from the pot, and drank it slowly.

Lin Qingchen watched the farce coldly from the side, without saying a word.

In his mind, the Book of Talents was flipping through its pages frantically.

He had discovered this later: the Book of Talents didn't actually need to be taken out to activate it. He could use it directly in his mind; it just took a little longer to lock onto a target.

Soon, two invisible golden threads stretched out of the void, connecting to Tang San before him and Tang Hao lying in the bedroom.

The Book of Talents flipped its pages, and the two men's talents appeared.

[Target: Tang San]

[Talents possessed: Otherworlder] [Tang Sect Successor] [Photosynthesis] [Blue Emperor Bloodline] (inactive) [Half Human, Half Beast] [Tang Syndrome] [Fortune's Favor] [Fate of a Dead Wife]

There was no need to explain Otherworlder. Tang Sect Successor probably referred to how he knew various Tang Sect Secret Arts and had even made Buddha's Fury Tang Lotus, a Hidden Weapon that had been nearly lost to the Tang Sect.

As for the others, Lin Qingchen looked carefully at the descriptions of their specific effects.

[Blue Emperor Bloodline] (inactive): An inactive Blue Silver Emperor Bloodline. Once activated, it can greatly increase its possessor's vitality and enhance their appearance and temperament. If the possessor has the Blue Silver Grass Martial Soul, there is a high chance it will evolve into the Blue Silver Emperor Martial Soul.

[Half Human, Half Beast]: Possesses both human and Soul Beast genes, increasing affinity with Soul Beasts.

[Photosynthesis]: An ability derived from the Soul Beast Blue Silver Emperor's genes. It allows its possessor to perform a certain degree of photosynthesis, converting it into some of the nutrients needed for survival.

[Tang Syndrome]: When extremely enraged, blood and Qi surge upward, causing the possessor's eyes to turn red and their breathing to become as heavy as a bull's. Their rationality then decreases greatly, while their combat power increases slightly.

[Fortune's Favor]: Favored by the fortune of heaven and earth, increasing the probability of various chance events and making the possessor's undertakings go more smoothly.

[Fate of a Dead Wife]: The possessor will have only one wife, and that wife is fated to face at least one deadly tribulation. This cannot be negated by any effect.

Seeing that long list of entries, Lin Qingchen nearly spat out a mouthful of water.

He had thought photosynthesis was a joke, but Tang San could actually do it?

He immediately stared at Tang San.

Wait, you don't have any chloroplasts either, so how are you photosynthesizing?

Oh, no, Blue Silver Grass should have phycocyanin instead, but you don't have that either, do you?

So it's just a fantasy world, no explanation needed?

"Lin Qingchen, why are you staring at me?" Tang San, who had been drinking his rice water, noticed Lin Qingchen's gaze and asked.

"It's nothing. Go on and eat," Lin Qingchen said, shaking his head.

The two of them weren't really close. After all, Lin Qingchen didn't think he was likely to get along with Tang San, a textbook warrior of feudalism, and they might even become enemies later on, so he hadn't gotten close to him.

They were basically just acquaintances.

But if he had to say it, Lin Qingchen didn't actually think he was much nobler than Tang San. Still, the point remained: he had transmigrated and obtained such a powerful golden finger, so how could he possibly be content to live under someone else?

Either he would kill Tang San, or Tang San would become his underling. There was no other choice.