Suifeng returned home with a bruised and swollen face—courtesy of none other than Tang San.
When Old Jack saw him, he was immediately distressed and exclaimed, "What happened to you, Suifeng?! Who hit you? Your face is all bruised and swollen! In this little patch of Holy Soul Village, no one dares ignore my authority. Just tell me who did this, and I'll have their parents give that brat a good beating!"
Suifeng was taken aback. How could he explain? Say it was a teenage demi-god who beat him up? That it was because he had a smart mouth? Besides, even if Old Jack had some prestige in the village, Tang San's father was a freaking Title Douluo.
But then again, looking at this old village chief, he wasn't exactly someone to underestimate—he'd escorted gods to school, scolded Title Douluos to their faces... quite the résumé. In contrast, he, Suifeng, might truly be the most miserable transmigrator out there.
"Ahem—Grandpa Jack, I... I saw that same rabbit again with Tang San while we were out. We finally managed to catch it and thought we could give you a little extra for dinner tonight. But the rabbit's parents came back. They saw us holding their baby and gave us a double 'rabbit kick'… that's how I ended up like this," Suifeng explained awkwardly, scratching his nose. Lying wasn't his strong suit—this was honestly the best story he could come up with.
He couldn't exactly say: Yeah, I got into a fight with a future god and got my butt kicked.
Old Jack sighed and gently patted his head. "Good boy. From now on, don't go messing with rabbits anymore."
What else could Suifeng say?
"Mm-hmm. Got it, Grandpa Jack."
"Now sit down and eat."
Meanwhile, Tang San had also returned home and was scooping congee for his alcoholic father. The room was silent between the father and son.
"Tang San, you've been coming home late lately. Did something happen?"
Hearing this rare moment of concern from his father, Tang San felt a warmth in his heart. So, this… is fatherly love? Gentle and comforting.
"No, just stayed out a little late playing with a friend."
"Alright. As long as you stay safe."
"Yes, Dad."
Another long silence followed. Tang Hao felt an unexplainable unease in his heart. No matter how mature Tang San seemed, he was still a child.
All these years, because of A Yin, he had all but ignored his son… had he been too unfair?
Seems like it's time to pass on that hammer technique to him.
The next morning after breakfast, Old Jack brought Suifeng some news: a Grand Soul Master from the Spirit Hall would be coming to the village for spirit awakening tomorrow. He advised Suifeng not to play too hard today.
Suifeng pondered: So, it's finally beginning, huh?
Transmigrators may come and go, but Su Yuntao is eternal.
The eternally single Grand Soul Master Su is about to make his appearance.
Everyone already knew Tang San's martial spirits—twin spirits with innate full soul power. And that so-called trash spirit, Blue Silver Grass? Yeah, it was the Blue Silver Emperor.
But what about him? His martial spirit was still a total unknown—not to mention whether he'd have innate full soul power. He didn't even have something like Xuantian Skill to cultivate. If he did, would he also show innate full soul power?
What if my spirit awakening tomorrow is totally garbage? Do I just quit the group chat?
If you don't have full soul power, or at least dual spirits, do you even count as a transmigrator? Other transmigrators are starting with level 20 innate power.
Still, Suifeng wasn't too worried. What's meant to happen will happen. As long as he does what he should, the rest is fate.
Besides, he had the Invincible Myth System. What was there to fear?
As usual, he started the day with a round of radio exercises, then ran dozens of laps around the village to warm up. At noon, when the sun's energy was at its peak, he began his second Eyes of Divine Light cultivation session.
This time, he didn't pass out. It felt much better.
Just like how a muddy, winding trail becomes a smooth road after walking it enough—eventually, the unfamiliar becomes easy.
He wiped the tears caused by the sun's glare, eyes now slightly red. He mused: although Tang San would eventually become one of the legendary Shrek Seven Devils, once upon a time, he was just an ordinary girl from rural Shandong—
Wait, no. Just a regular boy from rural Fasno.
[Stop with the jokes, host. If you keep training Eyes of Divine Light daily like this, your eyes won't survive. ]
"Ahem… then what do I do?"
[Ding! Revenge Quest: Defeat Tang San and pin him down for at least one minute.
Reward: An eye technique to repair the damage caused by overtraining. ]
Suifeng: What the hell kind of mission is this??? What's the point of it, huh???
He fell into deep thought. Beating Tang San at this stage by normal means? Nearly impossible.
Of course, that's by normal means. If he used abnormal means… well, that was worth considering.
"Hey, Tang San! Long time no see—I've missed you!" Suifeng greeted me with a big smile, innocent as a lamb.
For some reason, Tang San felt the wind today was a little louder… and colder.
"Hm? That sneaky grin of yours… I feel like this isn't going to be anything good."
"How about this smile then?"
"Still suspicious."
Suifeng sighed. Oh well. For the sake of his eyesight, sorry Tang San.
"Ahem~ Tang San, let's spar."
"I don't have time. I need to train. Besides, sparring with you is boring—you just run too fast."
"This time I swear I won't run. Let's have a proper one-on-one. A real man's duel."
Tang San looked surprised. Had this kid turned over a new leaf?
"Seriously?"
"Seriously." Suifeng thumped his chest with conviction.
Tang San jumped up, stretching his wrists. "Wow, someone wants to get beaten. First time I've seen this. Well, since you insist, I guess I'll reluctantly oblige."
"Hehehe." Suifeng grinned slyly.
They both took their stances. For a moment, the air around them swirled. Their hair fluttered, clothes billowed—they truly looked like masters about to clash.
Of course, that dramatic wind effect was courtesy of Suifeng's "Wind Insight."
"Be careful, Tang San. This is a technique I just developed. It's called Pegasus Meteor Fist. Super deadly—even I'm scared of it!"
Tang San frowned slightly. So, he had hidden strength all along? That movement skill of his… maybe he's been hiding his true power this whole time?
Suifeng leaped two meters into the air. Tang San stared intently—normally, no one jumps that high on purpose in a fight. It just makes you an easy target, with predictable landing timing and positioning.
So Suifeng had to be up to something. Tang San didn't dare move recklessly.
In mid-air, Suifeng's black hair whipped around like a little war god descending from the heavens. His voice thundered:
"Pegasus Meteor Fist!!"
Carried by the wind, he shot toward Tang San.
His right fist glowed faint green, whipping up a gust as it flew—intimidating in power and style.
Tang San stared at the charging figure, impressed. So, he really is skilled—hiding his cards all this time.
Then—Suifeng suddenly shouted:
"Uncle Tang! What are you doing here?!"
Startled, Tang San instinctively turned around. "Dad?!"
But behind him—nothing.
Realizing he'd been tricked, he quickly turned back.
Too late.
Suifeng's Pegasus Meteor Fist… had morphed into a slap of muddy dust. The dirt, carried by the wind, hit Tang San Square in the eyes.
Caught off guard, he reflexively shut his eyes.
No one expected a move with such a flashy name would be… just throwing dirt!?
This was supposed to be a duel between kids! And you're using military strategy???
Tang San stumbled back, but just then—a leg swept beneath him.
Suifeng had dashed behind him after the dirt attack and used a sweeping kick. Tang San lost his balance, but being agile, he flipped into a mid-air somersault, planning to land cleanly.
But would Suifeng let him?
Of course not. If Tang San got a solid foothold, he'd stand no chance.
He had originally thought about throwing the fight—asking Tang San to play along. But what excuse would he use? "Hey, I have a system and it gave me a mission, so could you let me beat you for a minute?" Yeah, no.
As Tang San flipped through the air, just about to land—
"Black Tiger Steals the Heart!!" Suifeng roared, lunging forward with clawed hands aimed at Tang San's chest.
In mid-air, there was nowhere to dodge.
He landed the hit… but was slightly off target.
The move was meant to strike the chest—but due to Tang San's acrobatic backflip and 360 spin…
The wind grew louder once again.
Awkward silence.
Tang San was left frozen in place, face contorted with pain, completely numb to life.
What now? Asking for help online. Urgent.