Chapter 1 Tang Yin
Tiandou Empire, Holy Soul Village
It was April in the world, and because there had just been a few spring rains, in the woods outside Shenghun Village, white and tender straw mushrooms began to pop up one after another, forming a large patch, which was very pleasing to the eye.

This attracted many young children, who came carrying bamboo baskets and dressed up as mushroom pickers, running all over the mountains and fields.

On the road in the village, a group of little ones were walking together happily. The bamboo baskets on their waists and backs were filled with straw mushrooms. They had a good harvest.

"I'm home now, see you all tomorrow!"

Passing a fork in the road, one of the boys jogged away from the group and turned back to wave goodbye to his friends enthusiastically.

The boy is small and dressed simply, but he has fair skin. His already delicate facial features and lively expression make him look very cute.

"Goodbye Tang Yin!"

"See you tomorrow!"

The friends behind me also waved and said goodbye enthusiastically.

After a short jog along the fork in the road, a small courtyard with three entrances appeared in front of us.

With a bang, Tang Yin pushed open the old wooden door and stepped into the yard. As if he had won a battle, he shouted at the top of his voice, "Grandpa, I want to eat chicken stewed with mushrooms today!"

"We only have a few chickens at home, and we don't celebrate the New Year or other festivals. You're dreaming!"

A voice was heard in the house, and then a little old man walked out of the house.

Because of his age, his hair was gray, but his back was very straight. His clothes were simple but very clean, and he looked in good spirits.

It was the chief of Holy Soul Village, and everyone called him Old Jack.

Tang Yin ran to the old man, took out a bamboo basket full of straw mushrooms like he was presenting a treasure, and raised his little face, "Look, I'm awesome, right?!"

Old Jack took the bamboo basket, weighed it, and smiled. "Not bad, not bad, but forget about eating chicken. Grandpa will give you some fried mushrooms later, okay?"

"Row!"

Tang Yin agreed without hesitation. Fearing that Old Jack might go back on his word, he pulled him towards the kitchen, not caring at all about being laughed at and scolded by Old Jack behind him for being impatient.

Fried mushrooms are a delicacy that is coated with flour and fine grains, sprinkled with a little salt, and fried in a pan at high temperature.

In the Holy Soul Village, where people only eat meat a few times a year, it is also a delicious snack that is very popular among children.

Old Jack has lived alone for many years and is proficient in everything from washing clothes to cooking. Especially after he picked up the infant Tang Yin five years ago, his skills have improved rapidly.

Each mushroom is evenly coated with flour and fried until golden brown, with a crispy texture and a hint of salty fragrance.
A pot of fried mushrooms came out of the pot, and Tang Yin, who was squatting next to it, drooled with greed.

Under Tang Yin's earnest gaze, Old Jack neatly placed it into two porcelain bowls of different sizes.

Seeing this, Tang Yin pouted and was about to act like a rogue by spitting into the two porcelain bowls, big and small. However, before he could do anything, Old Jack, who was prepared, reached out and pinched his hand precisely, turning his mouth into a duck's mouth.

Looking at Tang Yin who looked dissatisfied, Old Jack said earnestly, "Little kid, don't always think about eating alone. Didn't Grandpa teach you a long time ago that you should learn to share and care for the elderly and the weak."

"I've already left you such a big bowl, so give some to Xiao San."

How could a little kid hide his thoughts? Even though he listened to his grandfather's advice and teachings, Tang Yin was still unhappy. He rolled his eyes and broke free from the old man's restraints, saying dissatisfiedly, "There are so many mushrooms in the forest, but he doesn't pick them up himself. He just sits on the top of the mountain and stares blankly all day, and eats the ready-made ones." The mistress in Old Jack's mouth is also a poor child.

Xiao San's full name is Tang San. His mother died early. His father is the only blacksmith in Shenghun Village, and is responsible for repairing and forging farm tools for all the villagers in Shenghun Village.

Logically speaking, in the village, the profession of blacksmith is unique. Although it cannot make one live a wealthy life, at least one can have enough food and clothing.

But Tang San's blacksmith father was a drunkard. Every time he got some money, he would go to the village entrance to buy wine, get drunk, and leave a little kid at home to do the laundry and cooking.

As the village chief, Old Jack has the responsibility and obligation to ensure the livelihood of every household, so he went to the door to persuade the blacksmith named Tang Hao many times, but he always turned a deaf ear to him and acted like a stubborn person who would not change no matter what he said.

Old Jack was so angry that he simply ignored him. He just sent some food to his house frequently because he had a child. The amount was not much, just enough for the child to eat, so that the bastard would not starve the child to death and ruin the reputation of Holy Soul Village as having the best living standard among the surrounding villages and towns.

Old Jack knew that Tang Yin was the most obedient kid, so he stuffed the bowl into his hand and patted his head, "Go, go, grandpa will help you guard the fried mushrooms."

Although Tang Yin was very unhappy, he still obediently took the bowl and went out.

As a result, just a few steps out of the house, Tang Yin picked up the two largest ones from the bowl and stuffed them into his mouth, then continued to run quickly in one direction.

Tang the blacksmith's house is easy to spot. It is located in the most remote area and the house is built in a very simple and casual way. There is a wooden sign with a hammer painted on it on the roof.

"Tang San!"

Before reaching the blacksmith's house, Tang Yin started shouting at the top of his voice.

Just when he ran to the wooden door that seemed like it would fall apart at the slightest gust of wind, it opened, revealing a wheat-skinned child's head.

He looked displeased, and after seeing who was coming, he said, "Tang Yin, please keep your voice down. My father is still sleeping, don't wake him up!"

Hearing this, Tang Yin, who was a little out of breath due to jogging all the way, suddenly felt his breath choked, and he suddenly had the urge to slam the porcelain bowl in his hand into the face of the person in front of him.

What was that expression on your face just now? I brought you something to eat and you weren't happy about it, and you even complained that I was noisy? !
This thought only flashed through my mind. After all, flour and cooking oil are very precious ingredients and should not be wasted.

Tang Yin stared straight at Tang San's face, and suddenly he understood why the kids in the village said that Tang San was annoying and no one wanted to play with him. They really wanted to beat him up!
Feeling Tang Yin staring at him, and keenly aware of some ill intentions, Tang San secretly said "rude" in his heart, and the internal force belonging to the Xuan Tian Gong in his body quietly circulated.

[Tang Sect Xuantian Baolu General Guidelines Article 3: If you are sure that your opponent is an enemy and there is a way to kill him, do not show mercy, otherwise it will only add to your troubles]

However, Tang Yin knew nothing about this. He frowned, held the porcelain bowl forward, and said in a rough voice, "Here, my grandfather told me to give it to you!"

There were some tiny cracks on the edge of the porcelain bowl, and inside was a bowl of golden fried food, emitting a slight heat.

Hearing the word "grandfather" from Tang Yin's mouth, the internal energy circulating in Tang San's body quietly calmed down. With his means, there are a hundred ways to get rid of him without anyone noticing.

Considering how much Old Jack had taken care of him over the years, he didn't bother with the kid.

Taking the porcelain bowl, Tang San looked calm, showing a calmness that did not belong to a child, "Got it, go back and thank Old Jack for me."

After saying that, he closed the door again.

Tang Yin "."

　The protagonist is a real child
　　
　
(End of this chapter)