harleyscars Chapter 11 Tang Hao's Poisonous Chicken Soup
Chapter 11 Tang Hao's Poisonous Chicken Soup
Chapter 11 Tang Hao's Poisonous Chicken Soup
Tang San thought for a moment and replied, "A blacksmith who can forge divine weapons must be the best blacksmith."
This world is different from the one he lived in before. He had heard from the villagers that there were divine artifacts in this world. Although he didn't know what divine artifacts were, they must be very powerful since they had the word "divine" in them.
Tang Hao was taken aback. Although he was called a divine general, he couldn't even create a divine artifact, damn it. In order not to damage his reputation as a divine craftsman, Tang Hao still said in a tough and pretentious manner: "Little San, remember this: if you use top-quality materials to create a divine artifact, you can't be called a divine craftsman. At most, you're just a synthesizer."
Only those who forge divine artifacts from ordinary iron truly deserve to be called master craftsmen.
"Forge divine weapons from ordinary iron." Tang San pondered these words carefully, feeling as if he had heard a profound truth from the man.
Then, he looked at Tang Hao with burning eyes, "Dad, can you forge a divine artifact?"
Tang Hao: "..."
The atmosphere froze instantly. Tang Hao's face darkened. Oh dear, he had overdone it.
Embarrassed, Tang Hao had no choice but to change the subject, pointing to a large lump of iron and saying, "If you want to learn forging from me and become a qualified blacksmith, then first show me your determination. Starting now, forge this ten thousand times."
After saying that, Tang Hao tossed Tang San an iron hammer and went back to his room to sleep. Tang San then began his forging career.
This mundane and uneventful life continued for eleven days before some fluctuations appeared.
Jack, the village elder of Holy Soul Village, came to Tang San's house.
"Little San, come here to Grandpa." Old Jack beckoned to Tang San.
Old Jack was a good man, and everyone in the village respected him.
When Tang San's family was struggling financially and couldn't afford food, Lao Jie helped them out on several occasions.
"Hello, Grandpa Jack."
Tang San was very respectful to Old Jack. He remembered Old Jack's kindness to him and secretly decided to repay Old Jack in the future.
"Old Jack, is something the matter?"
Tang Hao's attitude became somewhat indifferent, and he didn't mention a word about the help Old Jack had given him in the past.
Old Jack didn't mind and got down to business, "Three days from now, the deacon from the Notting City Martial Soul Branch Hall will come to our village to help the children awaken their Martial Souls. Little San is six years old now, and it's time for him to participate in this year's awakening ceremony."
"Then let's participate." Tang Hao didn't react much.
"Okay, I'll come pick up my mistress in three days."
Old Jack was used to Tang Hao's attitude and didn't expect Tang Hao to take Tang San to awaken his powers. He was worried that the drunkard would mess things up if he drank too much, and it would be bad if he offended the Spirit Masters of the Spirit Hall again.
Tang San, his face dark with displeasure, asked, "Grandpa Jack, what is the Awakening Ceremony?"
Old Jack said solemnly, "Each of us has our own martial spirit. When we reach the age of six, we undergo an awakening ceremony..."
Blah blah blah...
Old Jack patiently explained.
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Three days later, Old Jack took Tang San to awaken his martial soul early in the morning. Tang Hao, however, remained indifferent and slept soundly until nearly noon.
When Tang San and Old Jack returned after the awakening ceremony, the blacksmith shop was still quiet.
"Tang Hao, come out." Old Jack knew Tang Hao's nature well, and called out to Tang Hao as he entered the house.
As people get older, their legs become weak and inconvenient. Old Jack wanted to find a chair to sit down, but after glancing around the dilapidated room, he decided against it.
"What are you yelling about? You're disturbing my sleep." Tang Hao came out of the inner room angrily.
Old Jack said irritably, "Today is the village's awakening ceremony. Other children are accompanied by their parents, but look at you."
Upon hearing this, Tang Hao looked at Tang San and asked, "Little San, what is your martial soul?"
"Dad, it's Blue Silver Grass," Tang San replied.
"Blue Silver Grass?" Tang Hao's expression immediately became complicated, mixed with sadness and disappointment.
Old Jack didn't notice the change in Tang Hao's expression. He simply said, "There's one spot for a work-study student in the village. I gave it to Xiao San. We'll send him to the Notting City Junior Soul Master Academy, and the village will cover the travel expenses."
This was obviously a good thing, and Tang San was overjoyed.
Unexpectedly, Tang Hao, the father, voted against it.
"no."
"What did you say?" Old Jack picked at his ear in disbelief, thinking he had gone hard of hearing.
After repeatedly confirming that she hadn't misheard, she blushed and began to argue with Tang Hao.
In short, it shows how great it is to become a Soul Master, that it can bring prosperity to the village, and that Tang San can reach the pinnacle of life and become a superior person.
Tang Hao remained unmoved, convinced that Blue Silver Grass was a useless martial soul and that Tang San couldn't leave, otherwise no one would cook for him.
This infuriated old Jack.
Finally, Tang Hao ordered him to leave.
"This is our family matter. The other woman is my son, and I have the final say on his affairs. It's none of your business to interfere. You can leave now."
Old Jack was so angry he almost fainted. Tang San quickly acted as a peacemaker, saying he wouldn't go to the Soul Master Academy and would stay in the village to work as a blacksmith.
Old Jack stormed off, leaving Tang Hao with three months to think things through.
Seeing Tang San's visibly disappointed expression, Tang Hao asked, "Do you want to become a Soul Master?"
Tang San was taken aback for a moment. "It's okay, Dad. Being a blacksmith is fine too. It can support the family. Besides, weren't you going to teach me forging?"
"Soul Master? What's wrong with Soul Master? Don't say it's just a useless Martial Soul. Even if it's the most powerful Martial Soul, what good is the most powerful Soul Master? In the end, they're still just trash." Unconsciously, Tang Hao had already clenched his fists tightly, and his rough old face showed coldness and hatred.
Tang San could even see that Tang Hao's body was trembling. This was the first time in so many years that he had seen his father so excited.
Seeing this, Tang San quickly went up to comfort Tang Hao, whose emotions came and went quickly.
"Hey, let me see your martial spirit."
"Okay." Tang San nodded, raised his right hand, and a pale blue halo flashed in his palm. Then, a small blue grass sprouted.
He stared blankly at the Blue Silver Grass in Tang San's hand, as if his soul had left his body, and he was completely stunned. His gaze was firmly drawn to the seemingly ordinary yet mysterious Blue Silver Grass, and he was momentarily lost in thought.
Her lips trembled slightly as she murmured to herself, her voice low and soft, "Blue Silver Grass, just like hers."
Suddenly, Tang Hao stood up abruptly, shoved Tang San aside, and walked into the inner room. His rough movements almost made Tang San fall, and the Blue Silver Grass in his hand disappeared as a result.
"dad."
"Shut up, don't bother me." With an impatient tone, Tang Hao lifted the curtain and went into the inner room.
"But I still have a martial soul." Tang San thought his father was disappointed, so he revealed his little secret.
(End of this chapter)