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Inside a magnificent mansion, exuding a strong spiritual aura, Juna sits on an exquisite gilded chair. The curtains are half open, allowing the sunlight to gently filter in and reflect on her face, creating a soft glow.
There is a hint of a strange gleam in her eyes, like a mischievous child who has successfully deceived the adults.
Juna (formerly known as Yunxuan) laughed inwardly, feeling really good. From beginning to end, she felt like the protagonist in a time-travel drama, constantly leaping into different worlds and identities. And this time, she felt particularly satisfied. Here, she was a little princess from the Sublime Beast Soul family.
"This is the pure-blooded the Nirvana Phoenix Family, unlike that fake phoenix like Ma Hongjun." She couldn't help but feel proud.
At this moment, the door was gently pushed open, and an elegant woman walked in. She was wearing a long emerald green dress, with a string of jade hanging around her neck, looking dignified and generous.
"Juna, today is an important day. We are going to test your soul weapon. You are already six years old, which is the time when most people awaken their soul weapon," she said, her voice as clear as a stream.
Juna's expression immediately changed, she was like an innocent little girl, looking at the beautiful woman with bright eyes and responding, "Okay, Mom, I've been waiting for this day for a long time!"
The woman named Julia smiled, her eyes filled with love and anticipation, she walked over and gently stroked Juna's hair, then took her hand and walked out.
Two people walked through a long corridor lined with exquisite paintings and lamps adorned with gemstones, each step exuding an air of nobility.
Finally, they arrived at a huge circular hall, filled with mystery and a sense of high ceremony.
Julia guided Juna to the center of the hall, where there was a platform made of nine layers of jade. On the platform sat a green crystal ball, inside of which flowed various strange lights.
"Right now, Juna, place your hand on this crystal ball and concentrate, feel the vibrations it brings," Julia said in a solemn tone.
Following her mother's instructions, Juna gently placed her hand on the crystal ball, and a warm current immediately flowed through her palm, spreading throughout her body. This warmth was not only comforting but also brought a sense of inexplicable tranquility, calming her mind. The light from the crystal ball gradually passed through her palm, creating a wonderful connection with her inner self.
On the other side, Holy Soul Village.
The morning glow was faint, and the violet light gently sprinkled over the mountaintop. Standing at the summit, Tang San took a deep breath, drawing the purple energy into his body, and began practicing with his own Xuantian Gong.
"Weird, am I catching a cold?" Tang San suddenly sneezed, puzzled as he touched his nose.
Every morning, he comes to this mountain to practice the Purple Abyss Demon Eyes, which can only be effective in the early morning. The purple energy in the sky is dense, making it the best time for practice.
At the young age of six, he has already begun practicing the highest internal skill, Xuantian Gong, from The Book of the Marvels of the Heav.
However, he has been stuck at the first level of the Xuantian Gong, seemingly unable to break through to the second level.
"It's still not working. My Xuantian Gong still can't break through the bottleneck of the first level. It's been a full three months already, what's the reason?" Tang San shook his head, muttering to himself with some disappointment.
Since following Yunxuan to this new world, he has experienced initial surprise and unease, followed by excitement and adaptation.
Tang San has now fully integrated into this new world. For him, this is not just an opportunity for a fresh start, but also another path to realize his aspirations to demonstrate the martial arts of the Tang Sect.
If he continues to stay in the original world, he knows very well that even if he doesn't die, it will be difficult for him to establish himself in the martial arts world, and his aspirations will always be hard to achieve.
The worst outcome would be to be captured and returned to the Tang Sect, with his martial arts skills disabled.
"Perhaps it's actually a good thing that Yunxuan brought me here," Tang San revealed a slight smile, thinking to himself. Through the transmigration, not only did he retain his memories, but more importantly, his mind also stored various secrets for manufacturing Tang Sect Concealed weapons.
Moreover, he had once secretly read the Tang Sect's treasure trove, which included the highest confidential The Book of the Marvels of the Heav. All of this filled Tang San with hope. He was determined to promote the martial arts of Tang Sect once again in this brand new world.
"It's getting late, I have to go back, or else Dad will go hungry again," Tang San glanced at the sky, which was gradually brightening. He quickly stood up and shot down the hill like an arrow.
If someone saw him at this moment, they would surely be shocked, because this six-year-old boy could actually run as fast as the wind on the rugged mountain road. Not only that, his facial expression looked very calm, as if all of this was just a piece of cake for him.
Returning home, six-year-old Tang San skillfully lifted the lid of the pot, and a burst of fragrance immediately filled the entire room. The congee in the pot was cooked to perfection. The mixed grain congee in the pot steamed with heat, emitting a simple yet enticing aroma, making the damp air in the small house seem a bit warmer.
He nodded contentedly. During the climb, he had already placed matches and prepared ingredients in the pot, allowing the porridge to cook slowly by simmering. By the time he returned from the descent, everything was ready.
"Perfect!" Tang San's mouth slightly curved upwards, his small eyes shining with a sense of pride. A feeling of satisfaction surged in his heart - this was the meal he had cooked, using his own hands to care for his father and himself.
Since his mother disappeared, his father has been in a low mood, using alcohol to numb himself. For Tang San, his father's attitude has always been cold, but he can vaguely sense that something has happened behind the scenes, and he vaguely remembers his mother's tearful face at that time.
Therefore, since Tang San was four or five years old and able to do some things on his own, he began to take care of his father independently.
Behind the door curtain, on a bamboo stool, a heavy figure sat quietly. It was Tang San's father, once a majestic blacksmith, now living a dissolute life, with a despondent expression.
Tang San turned around, his heart filled with pride now turning indifferent. He glanced at the clock, "Just in time, Dad should be awake now," he murmured to himself.
He walked to the door curtain and gently pulled it, "Dad, the meal is ready, come and eat."
The figure moved slightly, slowly stood up, walked to the table, and sat down. His movements were somewhat slow, his face showed no expression, as if he were a skeleton crushed by life.
Tang San Sitting at the bamboo table in the room, neatly placing the bowl and chopsticks on the table, his gaze fell on the coarse pottery bowl placed on the table.
The porridge in the bowl was steaming slightly, and bursts of fragrance from lotus seeds and glutinous rice wafted out, making one's mouth water.
He picked up a wooden spoon and gently stirred the porridge, then filled a bowl and handed it to his father sitting beside him.
With a faint smile on his face, Tang San said, "Dad, please eat."
Tang San's father held a bowl, but his gaze seemed to pass through the porridge in the bowl, looking into the distance as if recalling or contemplating something.
Tang San knew that his father's mind had not been here since his mother disappeared.
"Dad, try this. I added some lotus seeds this time, so it should be even more delicious," Tang San tried to break the silence.
His father came to his senses and forced a smile, "Hmm, the rice you cook has always been delicious."
The two of them exchanged a smile, then lowered their heads to eat together. The air was filled with the rich aroma of rice porridge and lotus seeds, along with the familiar scent of iron and smoke that was common in their home, creating a unique atmosphere that enveloped the entire room.
When Tang San was able to walk or crawl, they moved to a small village called Holy Soul Village. His father was the only blacksmith in Holy Soul Village, so he should have had a good income, but most of the money was taken by his father to buy alcohol. Despite the difficult living conditions and limited resources, Tang San felt deeply moved.
At least he still has family by his side, no longer as lonely and helpless as in his past life.
Suddenly, there was a knock on the door. Tang San set down his bowl and walked to the door to open it, and there stood the village chief, Old Jack.
Old Jack was dressed in a blue silk robe, and the white hair on his temples contrasted sharply with his pale face. He smiled and nodded, "
"Tang San, is your dad at home? I need to discuss something with him."
"Come in, village chief," Tang San quickly made way for Old Jack.
Old Jack walked into the room and glanced around the simple yet tidy space, finally resting his gaze on Tang San's father, Tang Hao. "I plan to take Xiao San for a soul weapon awakening tomorrow. He's already six years old, it's time to test him. Tang Hao, I came to inform you specifically."
Tang Hao responded calmly, "Alright, as you wish."
Old Jack revealed a slight smile: "Then I can rest assured." His expression then turned serious, and he said to Tang San: " Xiao San, the soul weapon awakening ceremony is very important. It will determine your future path. You must be prepared."
Tang San nodded gently, his face showing a hint of solemnity: "I understand, Grandpa Village Chief."
Old Jack saw the situation and felt relieved: "I will come to pick you up early tomorrow morning, Xiao San."
Tang Hao stood up, thanked Old Jack, and saw him out: "Thank you, village chief."
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