Chapter 1: Stepping Out of the Holy Spirit Village

On the Douluo Continent, in the southwest of the Heaven Dou Empire, in the Fasinuo Province, Nuoding City, lies the Holy Spirit Village.

In the early morning, when it's so dark that you can't see your hand in front of your face, and everyone else is still dreaming, a child of only five or six years old is already dressed neatly and has stepped out of his house that can only provide shelter from the wind and rain.

Taking advantage of the darkness, he gathers firewood, lights a fire, adds water, puts down rice, and steps on a stool to skillfully prepare breakfast for two.

Once everything is ready, he steps out of his house, strides towards the top of the mountain, and begins his daily morning lessons.

It's not until daylight that he returns from the mountain top, scooping the clear porridge from the pot into a bowl.

His father is the only blacksmith in the village. Although he earns a decent income, because of his drinking habits, breakfast can only be this simple.

After breakfast, his father, who reeks of alcohol, goes back to his room to sleep in, while he continues to practice the Mysterious Heaven Skill he brought from his previous life.

In the morning, Tang San took on two jobs, both repairing farming tools.

Approaching noon, he steps on a wooden stool to prepare lunch for the two of them.

In the afternoon, Tang's Father lights up the furnace to start working, while Tang San goes back into the house to continue practicing his inner skill.

In the evening, after a busy half-day, Tang's Father takes the income he earned today and goes out to drink, while Tang San can only measure a little rice to fill his stomach.

After dinner, Tang San finishes his evening lessons, tidies himself up, and crawls into his quilt to sleep deeply.

Days like these seem to have no end.

However, Tang's Father nightlife has just begun.

In the small tavern of Holy Spirit Village.

Tang's Father orders a cheap pint of beer, then drinks it all in one gulp, just like those lazy men who are waiting for death.

And the tavern owner, who is also the bartender in front of him, is enthusiastically chatting with a few regular customers.

"The awakening ceremony is coming soon, my son will definitely become a Spirit Master."

"Haha, boss, your martial soul is a barrel of beer, what kind of martial soul can your son awaken? Isn't it still a barrel of beer?"

"What kind of potential can a barrel have for cultivation? Throw a barrel out to hit someone? Or can the barrel explode?"

"Maybe drinking the beer in the barrel can increase strength."

"In that case, his son is a pretty good food system Spirit Master."

The regular customers tease the familiar tavern owner in a few words.

The tavern owner is not annoyed, and still smiles: "I don't ask for too much, as long as my son can practice, can get a soul ring, then there will be a subsidy of one gold soul coin every month."

"Haha, do you want to eat the free food of the Spirit Hall until you die?"

"Laughing a fart, being able to eat the free food of the Spirit Hall is also a kind of ability. In our village for so many years, not many people have been able to get even one gold soul coin from the Spirit Hall." The shop owner laughed: "By then, if he inherits this small tavern, he won't have to worry about food and drink."

"..."

Tang's Father hangs his head low, people can't see his expression, and no one wants to see his expression.

For so many years, he has always been like this, sitting in the corner of the tavern, drinking the cheapest beer without saying anything..

"Hey, Tang Hao, your Xiao San is also six years old, he should participate in this year's awakening ceremony, right?" The tavern owner handed over the second glass of beer: "Speaking of which, after the Martial Soul awakening, you should also consider your child's future."

"Although the status of a blacksmith is a bit low, there is no need to worry about food and drink, why not pass your blacksmith skills to Xiao San."

"Yeah, Tang Hao, Xiao San is not like you who drinks heavily. As long as he becomes a blacksmith, not only will he not worry about food and drink, but he can also save some money to marry a wife." The regular customers on the side also echoed.

"But Xiao San is too thin, those small thin arms and thin legs, I guess he can't even lift the forging hammer."

"You're fat, could you lift the forging hammer when you were six? Besides, the money Tang Hao earned from blacksmithing is all used for drinking, how could Tang San possibly gain weight?"

"That's also true, hey, Tang Hao, Xiao San is a good kid, don't ruin his future."

Although the children in the village look down on Tang San because of his name and his family, Tang San is widely praised in the eyes of the adults in the village.

After all, in everyone's eyes, Tang San is a good kid. He started cooking for his unreliable drunkard father every day since he was four, and he speaks and does things very appropriately.

How could such a good child have such a father.

"..." Tang Hao was silent, and once again drank all the wine in the cup.

The wine glass was stuffed back into the tavern owner's hand, and Tang Hao waved his hand to signal him to come again.

Tang Hao is very strong, pushing the tavern owner back a step.

"With such strength, it's no wonder you've been a blacksmith all your life." The tavern owner muttered and left.

The tavern owner knows that Tang Hao is a man with a story, but what about having a story? Now they are even worse off than them. If they want to drink to their heart's content, they can only drink the cheapest inferior beer, and the good son at home can only barely fill his stomach.

...

The next day, breakfast time.

"Dad." Tang San suddenly called out: "Can I use this piece of iron?"

Tang Hao's gaze shifted to the pig iron. "Eh, is there iron essence in it?" He walked over, lowered his head to take a look, then turned his head to look at Tang San, "Do you want to be a blacksmith in the future?"

Tang San nodded, "Dad, you are getting old, in a few years, when I am older, you can teach me to make kitchen utensils, and let me take over your job."

Tang Hao was slightly lost, remembering what the tavern owner said yesterday, he murmured: "The blacksmith seems to be pretty good too."

So, Tang San began to learn how to forge.

...

At lunchtime, the tavern owner who slept very late only got up from bed at this time, sitting at the dining table, looking at his son who was filial and handing the chopsticks to his side.

People say that Tang San is sensible, but in the eyes of the tavern owner, his own son's sensibility is not inferior to Tang San. It's just that Tang San has a drunkard father, so he is more prominent in filial piety.

On the dining table, the tavern owner told his son about Tang Hao's affairs yesterday, and his own son showed a strange smile.

"Dad, why do you worry about Tang Hao's family? Xiao San is sensible, he will definitely not starve to death in the future, you should worry about our family."

The tavern owner's wife said on the side.

"Mom and Dad, I'm full, I'll go back to the room first." The child called Zhang Yang finished eating, collected the bones on the table into the bowl, and took it to the kitchen.

"Oh, by the way, son, I put the book on the table in your room, did you see it?" The tavern owner remembered something and hurriedly said.

"I saw it, I have been reading it all morning." The son's voice came from the kitchen.

"Hmm."

The son went back to the room to read the book, and the couple's faces showed satisfied smiles again.

"Just for our son's eagerness to learn, and this smart head, even if God is blind, he can definitely awaken soul power." The shop owner laughed.

"Hurry up and eat your meal. Eating so slowly, the tavern won't open at noon?" The boss's wife scolded: "The tuition and living expenses for the six years of the Primary Spirit Master Academy cost so much money, have you saved enough?"

"What's this? Doesn't our village have a work-study student quota every year? Free tuition and accommodation." The tavern owner was proud, this work-study student quota can save a lot of money for the family.

"And what about the Intermediate Spirit Master Academy? Our son is so smart, isn't it enough to just go to the Primary Spirit Master Academy? The Intermediate Spirit Master Academy doesn't have a work-study student quota, and by then, the tuition fee of hundreds of gold soul coins a year, can this broken tavern afford it?"

Yes, Zhang's Mother also has no doubt that her good son can awaken his soul power.

In the room, Zhang Yang is holding a book, listening to the movement outside, with a speechless expression on his face.

This pair of parents, have they never considered the situation where I can't awaken my soul power?

Furthermore, even if I can awaken my soul power, the work-study student quota is definitely Tang San's, he has a twin Martial Soul + innate full soul power.

However, the Martial Soul that Tang San revealed is just Blue Silver Grass. As long as my innate soul power can be a little higher, and then come a Martial Soul with attack power, then who this work-study student quota is really uncertain.

If I really overcome Tang San and become a work-study student, then I will live in Dormitory 7, and I will be the one who shares a room with Xiao Wu. And Tang San, either give up the path of Spirit Master, or...

No, looking at the character of the Tang Family, Tang San will definitely take the path of Spirit Master. As for the tuition fee... joke, he is Tang Hao, even if he is so down and out, it is easy to get tuition for his son.

Furthermore, with the degree of affection that village elder Jack has for Tang San, plus the fact that Zhang Yang's family conditions are so much better than Tang's, the work-study student quota, I may not necessarily be able to grab it from him.

Thinking of this, Zhang Yang couldn't help but scratch his head, why did he think of grabbing the protagonist's opportunity? Who gave him the courage?

It's not that the person who transmigrated is necessarily the son of the world.

The reason why Tang San is the son of the world is because he is the author's own son, and even the female lead is designed according to the image of the author's wife.

Is it not so good to covet someone else's wife?

Speaking of which, the qualifications for crossing are really not picky, I am just quietly reading "One Piece" in my bed, how did I suddenly transmigrated?

Besides, shouldn't I come into the world of One Piece?

What's the deal with the world of "Soul Land"?

It has nothing to do with me at all.

Thinking that the awakening ceremony will be held in a few days, Zhang Yang feels that he can't concentrate on anything.

"Or... continue to go to the blacksmith's shop to get familiar with with Clear Sky Douluo, and the future Sea God?"

(End of this chapter)