Soul Land (Spirit World)

The Other World II

The memories of the Invisible Sky Treasure only explained the six types of martial abilities, separated into the inner strength of the Celestial Occult ability internal technique, the Magic Jade Hand skill training technique, the Purple Devil Eye cultivation technique, the Purple Demon Eye cultivation technique, capture techniques Reigning the Dragon Catching Stork, Lightening the Body Trace Puzzling Ghost Shadow Technique, as well as techniques using forbidden weapons, the Hundred Separator Forbidden Weapon.

The first five things were very basic; after all, without a solid foundation, how could one bring out the essence of this forbidden weapon of the Tang Sect?

After starting to train in the Invisible Sky Ability at the age of one, Tang San, who was currently almost six years old, was still in a basic position.

This Tang San family lived on the west side of the village of Holy Spirit, by the place of the village chief. The mud of a three-room brick house could be said to be the roughest in the entire village. Made of wooden pkak with a meter of its centerline above the door, painted with a simple hammer. The hammer in this world was the most widespread symbol of a blacksmith.

Thas right. Tang Hao Tang San's father was a blacksmith, the only blacksmith in the village.

In this world, blacksmiths could be said to be the simplest jobs. This was because none of the world's best weapons, for some reason, were forged by blacksmiths.

Even so, since it was only the only blacksmith in this village, this Tang San family should not be as poor as this small income….

Entering the house, Tang San already smelled of fragrant rice. It wasn't Tang Hao making him breakfast instead he was cooking for Tang Hao

Starting from four years old, before Tang San was tall enough to reach the kitchen table, cooking was already a daily chore, even if he had to stand on a bench in order to reach the top of the kitchen table.

It was not because Tang Hao demanded that, but rather because if he did not do so, Tang San would almost never be able to eat his fill.

Arriving before the kitchen table, he stood on the wooden bench easily, lifting the iron lid of the large cooking pot, the fragrance of fragrant rice drifted out. The porridge has been cooked thoroughly for a long time.

Every day, before going up the hill, Tang San always made sure to place the rice in the pot for cooking and preparing the firewood so that when he returned, the porridge would be well cooked.

Taking the two worn bowls on more than ten levels from the table to the side, Tang San very carefully scooped the porridge into the two bowls and placed the guts on his back table. The grain of rice porridge was arguably counted by the eyes, and for Tang San's body growth, these small nutrients were clearly not enough; this was also the reason why his body was slender like a thread.

"Dad, time to eat."

Tang San exclaimed.

After a long time, the space within the door was lifted, and a large figure appeared with somewhat shocking steps and walked out.

He was a middle-aged man, his appearance looked almost fifty years old. Her stature was still unusually large and powerful, although no one dared to give her praise for her dressing style.

Her worn-out robes were covered with holes, without many patches, revealing brownish-colored skin. His previously good face now looked pale. He had a pair of sleepy eyes and looked confused; messy hair that looked like a bird's nest, a beard that had somehow not straightened. A dim and lifeless look was visible in his eyes. Although the night had already passed, she still smelled of alcohol, yet Tang San did not pout.

This was Tang Hao, Tang San's father in this world.

While growing up, Tang San never knew what father's love was. The way Tang Hao treated her was always the same, being firm from the start. Although she knew to make a little food for her son, nevertheless, as time passed, after Tang San started taking the initiative to cook, Tang Hao became more indifferent to anything. This way their home is so poor that they do not even have decent furniture. Food was also a problem, especially since Tang Hao used all that little blacksmith's income to exchange for alcohol.

Tang San was a big boy, his father was also around 30 years old, married so early even before thirty years old, yet Tang Hao still liked being compared to someone older, but he was still very happy, he looked more like Tang San's grandfather.

With regards to Tang Hao's behavior, Tang San did not carry a grudge. In his previous life, he was an orphan. In this life, even though Tang Hao treated her badly, he at least had a family. For Tang San, this already made him feel happy. At least here was a person he could call father.

"Dad, slow down, it's still hot."

Tang San took the bowl from his father's hand and refilled it with porridge. He also lifted his own bowl.

In the Tang Sect, he could never leave and very rarely did anything related to things outside. It goes without saying that like an empty slate, ending up in this world he became like a child again, and there was also nothing he could not accept.

Very quickly, a porridge pot with seven or eight bowls all entered Tang Hao's stomach. Exhaling, he placed the bowl on the table. The drooping eyelids opened slightly, looking at Tang San.

"You go on with the work you have, I'll work in the afternoon. I'm gonna go sleep a little bit "

Tang Hao's work and rest habits had a very regular pattern. Sleep all morning, make some farm tools in the afternoon, earn income, and drink at night.

"Ok, dad."

Tang San nodded.

Tang Hao stood up. Having had several bowls of porridge, he no longer swayed, and walked towards the inner chamber.

"Dad."

Tang San suddenly called out to him.

Tang Hao stopped, turning his head to look at her, his eyebrows clearly showing a hint of impatience.

Tang San pointed to a corner with a glowing black piece of pig iron:

"This piece of iron, can you give it to me to use?"

In his previous reincarnation he was the most outstanding outer Tang Sect disciple, he was most familiar with the creation of every kind of forbidden weapon. Naturally, back then all kinds of materials were supplied by the Tang Sect. But in this new world, even though he practiced for a few years, his strength was still not enough. Moreover, he never wanted to give up on making the most advanced forbidden weapon. Now he had already tried to forge some forbidden weapons, but finding enough materials was a big deal.

Tang Hao made farming tools out of metal received from the villagers. It was all impure, mediocre iron. It was all extremely difficult to use for high-quality forbidden weapons. The pieces of iron Tang San's hog that he had currently designated, just sent out yesterday, had astonished Tang San; these chunks of iron ore actually contained a source of iron, which was perfectly suited for making forbidden weapons.

Tang Hao's gaze shifted to the pig iron,

"Huh. Isn't this a good iron? "

Walking closer to take a look, she turned her head to look at Tang San,

"You want to be a blacksmith?"