"System, since I have twin martial souls, which one should I add a soul ring to first?" Suifeng was puzzled. Tang San, who also had twin martial souls, added his first soul ring to Blue Silver Grass and only attached a soul ring to the Clear Sky Hammer later. Suifeng figured he could do the same, but he couldn't decide which martial soul to enhance first.
[Based on scientific analysis, adding a soul ring to the Wind martial soul is currently the most suitable option.]
"Really? You're not messing with me, are you?" Suifeng asked skeptically.
[Absolutely not. (Serious face!)]
"Oh, I see. Then right now, what's the highest year limit of a soul ring I can handle?"
[Based on your current physical condition, the maximum fusion limit is 66 years.]
"Huh? That low??" Suifeng was disappointed. So, I am the weakest transmigrator this generation has seen. "You mean that's based on my current physique? So, the stronger I get, the higher the year limit I can withstand?"
[Correct. Congrats, you found the key point.]
"......" Suifeng stroked his chin thoughtfully. Looks like I need to work on improving my physical condition.
[Random Task: Carry 10kg of weight and run 100 laps around Holy Soul Village. Time limit: one week. Reward: Random.]
"Huh? Again? Another running task? Can't I do something else?"
[Would you rather roll 100 laps around Holy Soul Village? If that's what you want, the system will gladly arrange it.]
"Cough, running is great," Suifeng said awkwardly, politely yet with some grace.
"Looks like I'll need to visit Tang San."
When Suifeng arrived at Tang San's house, he happened to overhear:
"Remember, in your future, you must protect the grass in your right hand with the hammer in your left. Always."
Hearing Tang Hao's words of instruction to Tang San, Suifeng couldn't help but get a black line across his face.
If the hammer is meant to protect the grass, why did you attach a ring to the grass first? Early game, it's always the grass getting beaten up! That grass has every right to feel wronged...
It's just a plant, after all!
"Uncle, are you home?" Suifeng poked his little head inside.
Seeing Suifeng, Tang Hao smiled kindly. "Ah, Suifeng. What brings you here?"
"Um, Uncle Tang, I want to make a weighted vest. I need some iron plates—around ten kilograms. Do you have any?" Suifeng tilted his head cutely as he asked.
Tang Hao ruffled Suifeng's hair, messing it up into a wild mess. He laughed, "Haha, yes, I have some pre-polished ones. They won't cut into you. So young and already training? Not bad, not bad."
Then, suddenly changing his tone and expression, he coldly ordered Tang San, "Tang San, go grab the iron sheets from the corner for Suifeng."
Tang San was speechless. Who's your real son again??? That attitude shift was way too dramatic.
Does being ugly mean I don't have human rights anymore???
Tang San trembled with anger. In the middle of a hot summer day, his whole body broke out in cold sweat. How is society even functional like this? What do average-looking people have to do to survive in your world?! My tears fall unwillingly... Oppression is everywhere. When will we finally stand up? Hell is empty, and the devils walk the earth!
Tang Hao, puzzled, looked at him. "Why are you spacing out? Hurry up."
"Yes, Dad." Tang San trudged to the corner, his back full of melancholy.
Tang San brought over the polished iron plate. Suifeng weighed it—it was just over ten kilograms. All he had to do now was drill holes and attach them to a harness for training.
"Hm? If you're using it for training, let me handle it. Save you the trouble." Tang Hao took the iron sheet into the forge to refine it further.
That left Tang San and Suifeng alone, standing there awkwardly.
Suifeng looked at Tang San with amusement. "Your dad's warm and generous. I feel bad taking this."
Tang San gave him a dead-fish stare. "That's to you. He's never said a kind word to me."
Suifeng feigned confusion. "Why is that?"
"Hmph, not worth explaining. The grudge from yesterday—I, Tang San, will one day repay in full!" he growled through gritted teeth.
Suifeng laughed awkwardly and waved it off. "Aiya, yesterday? I've already forgotten it. Don't dwell on the past."
Tang San blushed and roared, "Of course you forgot! You weren't the one who got caught!!!"
At that moment, Tang Hao emerged, seeing the two of them laughing and chatting.
"You two get along well," he said with a sigh.
"With him?" Tang San looked at Suifeng incredulously. Where exactly do we look like we get along?
"It's done. Here, take a look," said Tang Hao, handing over the refined plate.
Suifeng reached for it and saw it had several holes for fastening. The texture and finish were impressive—it didn't feel like ordinary iron but more like steel forged under countless hammer strikes.
This was probably expensive. He only had a few silver soul coins. For regular iron, that would be enough, but for something this fine? Probably several gold soul coins at least.
"Uncle, how much is this?" Suifeng asked, reluctant to part with it but prepared to.
Tang Hao waved it off. "What money? Just think of it as a gift from me."
Suifeng was overjoyed but still said, "I can't accept this—it's too valuable."
"Take it, just take it."
"But Uncle, this—"
"It's a gift. Are you saying you look down on me?"
"No, of course not. It's just..."
"If not, then take it."
"…Alright. Thank you, Uncle, ~"
After some polite back-and-forth, Suifeng finally accepted it and waved goodbye.
Tang Hao waved back lightly and muttered to himself, "So much like him..."
"Huh? Dad, like who?" Tang San asked, poking his head around.
Tang Hao looked over at him and stroked his stubbled chin.
Could it be... Did I take the wrong kid from the river that day? Was the real son swapped? But no—how could anyone switch babies right under my nose? Not even an Ultimate Douluo could do that...
"Nothing. Did you finish your forging training today?" Tang Hao's eyes narrowed and his voice turned cold.
"No, Dad."
"Then what are you waiting for?"
"On it now."
Tang San felt wronged and silently swore to himself: *One day when I'm strong enough, I'll punch every pretty boy I see. That's right—even if Jesus himself stands in my way!"
Back at home, Suifeng held the refined iron close and looked at the holes. He threaded it with tough, soft cloth, so it wouldn't hurt when worn.
He felt the weight and adjusted his stance slightly—manageable.
The sun was already high—it was time to train Radiant Divine Eye.
Following the cultivation method stored in his memory, he began his practice. He felt that since becoming a martial soul, the Radiant Divine Eye absorbed solar energy even more efficiently.
An hour later~
Let's reward myself with a set of eye exercises.
He had already completed two daily tasks. Next, he'd start running laps around Holy Soul Village.
Wearing the weighted vest, he did a full set of warm-up calisthenics. Everything seemed fine, so he prepared to begin the system task in earnest.