Tang San and Tang Feng

Douluo Continent, southwestern Heaven Dou Empire, Fasinuo province.

Holy Spirit village. This is the village where Tang Hao settled down after being chased by the Spirit Hall and started his life as a ignoble Blacksmith.

There is a child in the summit of a tall hill near the village. This was only a five or six-year old child. Evidently, every day he endured the heat of the sun. His skin was a healthy wheat color, his black short hair appeared very neat, and his clothes, though simple, were clean.

Speaking of a child at this age, to climb this hundred meter tall hill couldn't be an easy task, but strangely, when he arrived at the summit his face wasn't the least bit red, nor was he panting. His expression appeared content and pleased.

The boy sat down on the hilltop, his two eyes unwaveringly looking to the east where the dawn sky was gradually brightening. Slowly starting to inhale through his nose, gently exhaling through his mouth; continuous inhalations and faint exhalations that, in the end, became a splendid cycle.

During this process, his eyes suddenly opened wide. A faint trace of purple qi seemed to flash in the light of the growing bright grey dawn in the distant horizon. Without astonishing vision and concentration, it would be impossible to notice it.

At the sight of the purple qi, the boy's spirit was so completely focused he no longer even exhaled, only a light and slow inhalation. At the same time the two eyes firmly stared in concentration at the flickering purple light.

The purple qi didn't last long; by the time the eastern light gradually rose to become daylight, the purple qi had completely vanished already.

Only then did the boy, with a long exhalation of internal turbid qi, slowly close his eyes. White qi poured out through his mouth like a bolt of unrolling silk before it slowly dispersed.

After sitting quietly for a long time, the boy once more opened his eyes. In the center of his eyes there was surprisingly, perhaps because of that impure purple qi, a glimmer of light purple. Although this purple didn't remain long before quietly disappearing, that very existence was nevertheless distinct.

With a dejected sigh, the boy showed a grudging expression unsuitable for his age. He shook his head and said to himself,

"Still impossible. My Mysterious Heaven skill is still unable to break through the first serious bottleneck. It's already been a full three months, so why this result? Even Purple Demon Eye, which relied on purple qi from the east that could only be cultivated in early morning, has shown better progress. With Mysterious Heaven skill unable to break through the bottleneck, my Mysterious Jade Hand is also unable to advance. When originally cultivating to the border between the first and second tier, I didn't seem to come across circumstances like this. How come, when Mysterious Heaven skill altogether has nine tiers, it's this first tier that is this troublesome? Is it because this world is different from my original world?"

This boy was Tang San, the son of Tang Hao and AH Yin. He actually transmigrated to the plane of Soul Land from another cultivation plane.

"Could it be because this world is different from my original world?"

Looking at this strange world, Tang San had such a guess in his heart, "It is said that in this world there is something like awakening the martial spirit, maybe this is the answer."

"Brother, it's time to eat, I'm hungry!"

At this time, a child carrying a wild duck appeared on the mountainside. This boy was none other than the boy of holy arrow village, Tang Feng.

Tang San looked dotingly at his little brother and decided to go back home.

At the dinner table, Tang San served two bowls of porridge for himself and Tang Hao along with some duck meat, and then said, "Xiao Feng, the rest is yours!"

"It's porridge again!"

"No money!" Tang Hao said concisely.

Tang Feng complained and complained, but he raised the iron pot unceremoniously and started breakfast.

Just when Tang Feng was eating, the village elder Jack knocked on the door and came in with a cane. He snorted at Tang Hao first, and then said with a smile: "Little San, Little Feng, Grandpa is here to pick you up!"

Tang Feng put down the pot and pulled Tang San and rushed out, ignoring Tang Hao's ugly expression.

"Little San, don't forget to cook at noon!" Tang Hao snorted coldly.

"Hey, don't rush little Feng!" Tang San glanced at Tang Feng. Tang San was an orphan in his previous life. He never felt the warmth of family before. So, he cherished his little brother very much.