Tang Chuan did not stop.
As if he hadn't heard Tang Hao's furious roar at all, he simply walked farther away, his figure gradually disappearing into the distance.
White World, Shrek Academy.
"Good! That's exactly how it should be!"
Ning Rongrong clapped her hands, her face full of satisfaction. Finally, someone wasn't blindly obedient.
"That Tang Hao is not a father at all. Tang Chuan was barely over a year old, and he was already forced to cook. He wasn't even as tall as the spatula he was using."
She snorted, clearly indignant.
"Why should anyone acknowledge a father like that? He only gave birth, but never raised his child. All he does is drink and wallow in self-pity."
Compared to Tang San's submissiveness, Tang Chuan's resistance felt refreshing. He insisted on choosing his own name, and even dared to talk back.
For Ning Rongrong, this was how things should be.
Flander, standing nearby, could only sigh.
"Rongrong, keep your voice down. That's Haotian Douluo you're talking about. Even if you're dissatisfied, you shouldn't be so blunt."
Ning Rongrong waved him off without a care.
"He's not here. How would he hear me?"
She lifted her chin proudly.
"Besides, my father is the sect master of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School, and I have two grandfathers who are titled Douluo. Even if he knew, what could he do to me?"
Her confidence was absolute.
Hearing this, Oscar lowered his head slightly, a complicated expression flashing across his face. The gap between them suddenly felt wider than ever.
With her background… did he even stand a chance?
Haotian Sect.
"Brother Hao… how could you do this?"
Tang Xiao's voice was filled with disappointment.
"Xiao Chuan is your son. How can you drown yourself in alcohol every day and ignore him like this?"
Seeing Tang Hao's actions laid bare, even striking his own child, Tang Xiao could no longer defend him.
He had always cared for Tang Chuan as his own nephew. Now, all he felt was helpless frustration.
Core of the Star Dou Forest.
Gu Yuena's expression turned cold as she watched the scene.
"Di Tian, if Tang Hao ever steps into the core of the Star Dou Forest, kill him immediately."
Her voice carried unquestionable authority.
Even though she disliked humans, she despised someone like Tang Hao even more.
A man like that did not deserve to be called a father.
Dark World, Shrek Academy.
Tang San watched in silence, but a trace of disgust flickered in his eyes.
To him, Tang Chuan's behavior was unacceptable.
An unfilial son.
A father gives life, and that alone is a grace beyond measure. How could a son dare to defy him?
Tang San straightened his back slightly, pride rising within him.
Respecting one's elders, honoring one's teacher… that was the proper way.
As for his past life in the Tang Sect of Bashu, he dismissed it without hesitation. They were neither his father nor a true master who personally guided him.
Without that bond, there was no obligation.
After leaving, Tang Chuan did not wander aimlessly.
Using the herbal knowledge he had learned from the village hunter, he gathered medicinal plants, crushed them, and applied them to his swollen cheek before quietly returning home.
Tang Hao, however, showed no remorse.
Instead, he remained furious, still demanding that Tang Chuan call himself Tang San.
Tang Chuan ignored him completely, continuing with his own tasks as if nothing had happened.
From that moment on, the distance between father and son only grew wider.
Time passed.
More than four years slipped by.
Tang Hao continued living in a haze of alcohol and sleep, leaving every responsibility to Tang Chuan, who had not even turned six.
Elder Jack could no longer bear it and tried to intervene several times, but Tang Chuan always stopped him.
He endured everything silently.
With Tang Hao absent as a father, Tang Chuan survived largely thanks to the kindness of the villagers. He often relied on Old Jack and occasionally ate at the homes of others.
In return, he did what he could.
He taught the village children basic arithmetic and shared agricultural knowledge he remembered, including composting, intercropping, and crop rotation.
The villagers grew fond of him.
Such a sensible and intelligent child… it was a pity he had such a father.
White World, Holy Soul Village.
Old Jack could not help but sigh.
"Xiao Chuan is far more likable than that Tang San from the dark world. It's just a shame he ended up with a father like Tang Hao."
The surrounding villagers nodded in agreement.
"What's the use of being a Titled Douluo if you can't even raise your own child properly?"
At last, the annual Martial Soul Awakening Day arrived.
Led by Old Jack, Tang Chuan joined the other children at the Spirit Hall of Holy Soul Village, waiting quietly.
Soon, Su Yuntao from Notting City arrived.
After preparing the awakening array and introducing himself, he summoned his Lone Wolf martial soul and began the ceremony.
One by one, the children stepped forward.
Blue Silver Grass, sickles, hoes… none possessed soul power.
Then it was Tang Chuan's turn.
Standing within the array, he raised his hand. A Blue Silver Grass martial soul appeared, drawing a sigh from Su Yuntao.
But when Tang Chuan placed his hand on the crystal ball, everything changed.
Brilliant blue light filled the room.
"Innate full soul power!"
Su Yuntao was stunned.
And yet, because it was Blue Silver Grass, he still dismissed it as useless, simply issuing a certificate before leaving.