Chapter 1: Deadly Reconciliation
(The introduction is weak, and you can take a look inside)
[I got the Human Emperor Banner by chance, I'd like to borrow your brain to use it. Note: There are many women, those who don't like it should not enter.]

Holy Soul Village
Under the dark clouds, everything on the ground looked a little gray.

Outside the village, there was a crowd of people, gathering in a circle.

In the center was a tomb mound, and in front of the tombstone stood three people: a woman, an old man, and a child.

The woman looked to be about twenty-five or twenty-six years old, with a beautiful face.

There were traces of tears on her face, and she was kneeling weakly with red eyes, sobbing softly against the child's chest.

“Little Xuan, you don’t have to hold back your sadness, just cry.” The old man sighed and gently placed his hand on the child’s shoulder.

Feng Xuan stared straight at the stone tablet, on which there were some words carved with a knife.

He murmured softly, "My father said that when men part, they should not shed tears."

Hearing the voice, the woman burst into tears. She raised her hands and rubbed Feng Xuan's head with heartache.

The old man looked down, shook his head and said, "Don't listen to Feng Mu's jokes. A son cries for his father. This is called virtue!"

"But Grandpa Jack, what is the role of virtue?"

Old Jack frowned and thought for a while.

"It's bondage!" The child's eyes remained unchanged on his pale and delicate face, but his hands could not help but clenched in his white long sleeves.

"Rather than crying at a grave to earn a reputation as a filial son, I want revenge more."

'The hatred for killing my father is irreconcilable!'

From the trembling fist due to excessive force, trickles of bright red blood oozed out through the fingers.

It has been six years, and Feng Xuan has rarely been angry in such a long time since he came to this world.

Originally, after living a new life and knowing that this is Douluo Continent, he still had many ambitions.

After all, I have traveled through time, so why should I still be an ordinary person?

Unfortunately, the reality is that my parents’ talent for cultivation is average, and unless they die, I probably won’t have any good martial spirit.

My father Feng Liang is a carpenter. His martial soul is a wooden stick. He has half-level innate soul power and is an eleventh-level soul master. His soul ring is naturally ordinary white.

My mother, Liu Xi, has a martial soul of cloth, a congenital soul power of level two, a seventeenth-level soul master, and her soul ring is also white, but the age is slightly higher than my father's.

In this deformed world, if you want to be a strong person, you basically have to rely on your parents.

This is all we have, what can we combine and mutate to create?
And want to mutate? How many of them are positive?
Even Ma Hongjun, who was mutated from the Shrek Seven Devils, had serious flaws. If it weren't for the magic grass, it would be questionable whether he could achieve the title given his lazy personality.

However, because of his mother's martial spirit, his family is considered a wealthy family with some wealth.

After all, this cloth was made by Wuhun, and the material alone was far superior to others.

Their cloth is a best-seller among aristocratic circles.

Carpenters are different. There are carpenters in almost every village, and there are countless of them in big cities. They can also supplement the family income.

Since my family situation is like this, my goal is naturally not very ambitious. I just want to be happy and become a rich man in the future.

Your innate conditions are not good, and the struggle is so hard, why do you have to work so hard for nothing?

In Douluo Continent, because of the optimization effect of soul power, most people cannot be considered ugly. All they need to do is find someone with good looks in the future and live a good life.

Unfortunately it backfired.

A few days ago, my father slipped and fell to his death while looking for wood in the back mountain.

The discoverer was Tang San.

If I hadn't seen so many needle marks on my father's body and hadn't seen obvious signs of poisoning, I might have believed this lame excuse.

There is no need to guess who caused this kind of wound. How many people in Douluo Continent know how to use a poison needle?
But other people would not think too much about it. No one would be willing to believe that a six-year-old child who had not even awakened his martial spirit could kill an adult.

At that time, Feng Xuan really wanted to expose the hypocritical face of the man who was smiling and accepting other people's praise.

But unfortunately, I am now a weak person like my father.

If I tell them, they will definitely kill me. I have already lived a lifetime, so it is not a loss. It does not matter whether I live or die.

But what about the mother? She lost her husband and son, and might even be implicated because of what she said.

Suddenly I feel a little envious of the orphans in various fan fictions, who start their lives alone and don’t have to worry about what happens after their death.

As for going to Tang Hao to tell him about the other party's abnormality, Feng Xuan would never do such a thing as having a brain stem defect.

He is a Titled Douluo, it would be strange if he couldn't see that there was something wrong with Tang San.

No matter what, Tang San is the other party's biological son. If he reveals the truth, he will most likely be hit to death with a hammer and thrown into the fire to add fuel to the fire.

Oh, what a bullshit life is.

I originally didn't plan to have too much contact with Tang San, but it ended up becoming a mortal enemy. I don't know if I'll have the chance to avenge this in this lifetime.

There was suddenly a little more moisture in the gloomy air, and raindrops as big as beans fell on Feng Xuan's head in an instant.

Old Jack was stunned when he saw the water spots on the ground, then he looked around at the crowd and shouted, "Stop gathering around, go home and collect your clothes!"

Only then did everyone react and scattered like a flock of birds and beasts.

Old Jack was about to leave when he noticed that the two people in front of the grave had no intention of getting up. He shook his head and sighed, without saying anything more, and left with the villagers.

"Ah~ The sky is crying~ It's raining~"

"This mother and son have a miserable life. God doesn't care about them."

"Stop talking, hurry up and leave, or it will rain heavily soon."

Hearing what people said, Liu Xi's eyes became redder, and tears and rain kept falling from her pretty face.

Feng Xuan bent slightly to shield his mother from the rain, and his face reflected on the muddy and uneven ground looked very distorted.

Liu Xi held her son in her arms, and with her red and swollen eyes she saw her child shielding her from the rain, and she felt a little warm in her heart.

But the pain of losing her husband suffocated her.

Feng Xuan looked around. The crowd was still in chaos, but there were no children among them. It was obvious that Tang San was not here.

There was a tall man in the rain who did not move. Feng Xuan recognized him. He was Tang Hao.

Tang Hao, wrapped in a piece of rag reeking of alcohol, stared quietly at the lonely grave, then glanced at the mother and son.

I found that the child was staring at me, his eyes were very empty.

He nodded as a response, then turned around and followed the crowd towards the Holy Soul Village.

In the rain.

Tang Hao was not as anxious as the people around him, he just walked slowly.

When he arrived at the door of Feng Xuan's house, he took two steps forward and casually threw a dozen gold soul coins into the corner.

He opened his messy beard-covered mouth and said casually, "Carpenter, this is the wine money for your farewell."

Then he turned and walked towards his home.

Tang Hao and Feng Xuan's father knew each other. There were only two carpenters and blacksmiths in the village, so it was normal for them to know each other. But they were not close friends, they just bought and sold some materials to each other.

He knew the whole story and could only say that the carpenter was unlucky to have seen his son practicing martial arts while looking for wood.

If it were him, he would have to hammer the carpenter to death. After all, he couldn't increase the risk of exposing his trump card.

After all, it was just the death of a weakling, and Tang Hao did not feel much about it. But after all, it was his son who did it, so giving some gold soul coins would be considered as compensation for the life.

After walking a few steps, he seemed to remember something and returned to Feng Xuan's door.

He picked up a gold soul coin from the corner, rubbed it a few times on the rag he was wearing, and put it in his pocket.

"I forgot to leave my own drink money, I'll give it to you next time."

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(End of this chapter)