dmims Chapter 4: Tang Hao's attitude: He has the evidence!
Chapter 4: Tang Hao's attitude: He has the evidence!
Let's fight?
Old Jack was stunned.
He subconsciously went through the two people's body types in his mind.
Mo Yi grew up eating food from many families, and he was taller and stronger than Tang San.
Tang San usually doesn't even have enough to eat, and he's short, like a bean sprout.
If they really fought, Mo Yi would definitely have a better chance of winning.
Old Jack was about to nod when he suddenly realized something.
That's not right!
Why should I listen to this kid?
I am the village chief, and I decide who gets the quota. Why should we follow his rules?
What if something unexpected happens and Mo Yi loses?
"What are you fighting for! You little brats, all you know is how to be fierce and aggressive!"
Old Jack put on a stern face and adopted the authority of the village chief: "This matter is settled. If you want to go to school this year, you'd better tell your father to drink less alcohol, do more blacksmithing, and bring four hundred catties of grain. Otherwise, we'll have to wait until next year."
After saying that, old Jack turned and left.
"No! Grandpa Jack, you can't be so unreasonable, I—"
Tang San got anxious and made a move to chase after him.
"The other woman!"
A deep, hoarse voice suddenly rang out.
Tang San paused, then turned to look into the inner room.
Old Jack left quickly without looking back.
Tang San glanced at Old Jack's back, then looked towards the direction inside the house.
She pursed her lips, but ultimately stopped and went inside.
inside the house.
Tang Hao sat on the edge of the bed, holding a wine pot in his hand.
He could hear the conversation outside clearly.
Normally...
If anyone dared to steal his son's things, he would have smashed them with a hammer long ago.
But this time it won't work.
Because Mo Yi is the son of the hunter he killed.
Unexpectedly, the hunter's offspring awakened full soul power.
It really is like a phoenix flying out of a chicken coop.
A complex emotion flashed in Tang Hao's eyes.
"Dad, why are you awake?"
Tang San entered the room and said with a wronged expression, "Just now, Grandpa Jack..."
"I heard everything."
Tang Hao took a swig of beer and said calmly, "Next year it is, it won't make a difference if we don't take another year."
Tang San looked into his father's unwavering gaze and knew there was no turning back.
"Yes, Dad. I understand."
Tang San turned around and walked towards the stove.
The moment he gripped the hammer, his eyes turned completely cold.
Mo Yi, you stole my school spot and cut off my path to cultivation.
I, Tang San, will remember this debt.
……
"well……"
Listening to the sound of blacksmithing outside, Tang Hao stared blankly at the wine pot.
To be honest, before yesterday, his feelings for Tang San were very complicated.
It was so complicated that even he couldn't figure it out.
Because this child... is acting very strangely.
He was never like an ordinary child from a young age.
Other babies are born crying, but he never cried from a young age.
Even at three months old, he could understand what he was saying.
She could walk at six months old and talk at one year old.
Even more outrageous is that this child can cultivate.
No one taught him; he learned it on his own.
Tang Hao couldn't understand it.
He also tried to probe.
But Tang San always pretended not to understand or changed the subject.
A little kid, yet he managed to steer the conversation in a perfectly natural way.
This made Tang Hao even more annoyed.
Sometimes he would sit on the edge of the bed drinking, watching Tang San busy cooking, washing clothes, and tidying up the house. What came to his heart was not gratitude, but a kind of inexplicable creepiness.
This is not how a child should behave.
He's too sensible, abnormally so.
Tang Hao even wondered if the soul of his son was actually living inside the child's body.
But he had no evidence.
Moreover, Ah Yin did indeed give birth to this child in front of him; the bloodline is real, and the flesh and blood are real.
It was this soul that made him uncertain.
So for the past six years, Tang Hao has chosen the easiest way to deal with it—ignore it and ask no questions.
Drinking, sleeping, blacksmithing.
You can grow it however you want.
I'm already being very kind by sparing your life.
Tang Hao also knew that what he was doing was wrong.
But Ah Yin's death not only implicated the sect, but also caused his father to die of anger.
If he were to have a son who looks strange no matter how you look at him, he really wouldn't be motivated to be a father.
Until yesterday.
Tang San showed him his twin martial souls.
At that moment, Tang Hao stopped holding the wine pot.
He watched as the small black hammer appeared in Tang San's palm, and finally he was certain of one thing.
No matter how strange the child's soul is, no matter how many secrets he hides—
But he has the blood of the Tang family flowing through his veins.
Furthermore, the talent of possessing twin martial souls is extremely rare, even on the entire continent.
Tang Hao knew very well what this meant.
That's why last night, he surprisingly taught Tang San the skills of blacksmithing.
It wasn't to make him a blacksmith, but to hone his basic hammer skills.
As for going to school...
Tang Hao was really not in a hurry.
What can a rural school like Notting Junior Soul Master Academy teach?
At most, they'll teach a basic meditation technique, plus some common knowledge about soul beasts.
Do Tang San need to learn these things?
He's already mastered cultivation, and he even has his own cultivation techniques; all he's missing is a soul ring.
Going a year later simply means getting the spirit ring a year later.
But the soul power accumulated over the year will not disappear into thin air.
When the spirit ring is absorbed, the stored foundation will be released at the same time.
That's why Tang Hao stopped Tang San and didn't let him go after Old Jack and cause trouble.
……
Mo Yi was unaware of what had happened to Tang San's family.
When Old Jack arrived at Mo Yi's door, Mo Yi was still fast asleep in bed.
Last night's initial exploration of the subconscious, coupled with an intense foreign language study session in my dream, was incredibly mentally taxing.
"Xiao Mo, are you awake?"
A knock came at the door, accompanied by old Jack's shouts.
Mo Yi opened her eyes, rubbed her throbbing temples, and got out of bed.
He opened the wooden door and hurriedly welcomed Grandpa Jack into the house.
"Grandpa Village Chief, what brings you here? Please have a seat."
Mo Yi quickly poured a glass of water, then brought out a plate of peanuts and half a dish of melon seeds, placing them on the old wooden table.
Old Jack held his water glass, looking at the busy, sensible, and well-behaved boy in front of him, and felt a surge of warmth in his heart.
No wonder they are native to Holy Soul Village.
If he truly becomes a Soul Saint in the future, the glory of Holy Soul Village will depend on this child.
"Alright, alright, stop fussing around and come sit down."
Old Jack put down his water glass, took Mo Yi's hand, and made him sit on the bench.
Then, Old Jack reached into the inner pocket of his coarse cloth clothes, pulled out a cloth bag, and stuffed it into Mo Yi's hand.
"Grandpa Village Chief, this is...?"
"The villagers know you're going to study in Nottingham, so they've chipped in some money."
Old Jack patted Mo Yi's hand and said, "A poor family should travel with caution. You can't let people look down on you when you get to the city."
Mo Yi untied the cloth bag and took a look.
It was full of gleaming silver coins, a total of fifty Gintama coins.
That's equivalent to five gold soul coins.
The Spirit Hall provides a subsidy of one gold soul coin to each Soul Master per month.
These five gold soul coins seem insignificant.
But for the villagers of Shenghun Village, who rely on the weather for their livelihood, it's enough to cover the expenses of a family of three for more than half a year.
"Grandpa, this is too precious, I can't accept it."
Mo Yi pushed the money bag back.
He grew up on the charity of many families and already owes the village too much; how could he possibly take any more of their hard-earned money?
"Just take it if I give it to you!"
Old Jack put on a stern face and pretended to be angry, saying, "This is the heartfelt wish of the whole village. Your success is the success of our Holy Soul Village. If you don't take this money, you're disrespecting everyone!"
"Well... okay, thank you Grandpa Village Chief, thank you everyone!"
Mo Yi couldn't refuse, so he finally gripped the money bag tightly, secretly determined to win back his money.
Once I make something of myself, I'll make sure Holy Soul Village takes off as a whole.
Even the big yellow dog at the village entrance, I'd give it a government job!
Then, old Jack gave a few more instructions about starting school in three months.
Seeing that it was almost noon, he insisted on taking Mo Yi to his house for lunch.