Old Jack said seriously, "I'm going out today and won't be back until the morning of the third day."
Ye Yu guessed, "Are you going to contact the Soul Master in charge of Martial Soul Awakening at the Martial Soul Sub-Hall in Nuoding City?"
Old Jack didn't say much and left directly. Even though Ye Yu was just six years old, his thinking was not at all like other children his age.
Before leaving the village, Old Jack went to the blacksmith shop and told Tang San that he would come to pick him up on the morning of the third day to awaken his Martial Soul.
Tang San knew very little about Martial Souls and Soul Masters, so he asked a lot of questions and became somewhat interested, filled with anticipation.
On the morning of the third day, at the first light of dawn.
Tang San had already finished his cultivation and came to the stove, skillfully stepping on a bench, lifting the lid of the large iron pot. Immediately, the aroma of rice filled the air, and the porridge in the pot was thick and rich in color.
The sun had not yet risen, and Tang San had already gotten up early, first cooking the porridge and then going up the mountain to cultivate. By the time he returned, the porridge was just ready.
"Looks like I came at the right time."
At this moment, Ye Yu walked into the blacksmith shop, attracted by the aroma of the porridge, and approached quickly.
Tang San had already prepared three bowls of porridge, knowing Ye Yu would come.
This morning, before daybreak, Ye Yu came, bringing a bag of rice.
Originally, Tang San didn't want to accept it, but Ye Yu said it wasn't a gift, he would also drink the porridge once cooked, so Tang San accepted it.
The reason Ye Yu came was that he had finished all the food reserves at home, leaving only this small bag of rice. Ye Yu could also cook porridge, but he often overcooked it, so he brought it for Tang San to cook.
Initially, Ye Yu thought the food prepared by Old Jack would be enough but found out his appetite had grown, already three times that of an adult.
Ye Yu was eating in large bites and said to Tang San, "This time, eat more, you're so thin, you probably don't eat well usually. Now is the time to grow, you need enough nutrition."
Tang San looked at himself and indeed was quite slender. Usually, the porridge he drank had so few grains of rice they could be counted at a glance, but after two bowls, Tang San was full.
However, Tang San was surprised because Ye Yu was on his fourth bowl, then the fifth, the sixth...
Tang San was a bit dumbfounded. Although Ye Yu was sturdier, he wasn't bulky, just well-built and about three centimeters taller than Tang San.
Tang San wondered: At six years old, how can such a small body eat so much, is his stomach a bottomless pit?
When there was only one bowl left, Ye Yu didn't continue, saving it for Tang San's father.
At this moment, the door curtain to the side room was lifted.
A burly middle-aged man with bronze skin and well-defined features, but with hair as messy as a bird's nest, looking extremely ragged, walked out.
As soon as he came out, there was an overwhelming smell of alcohol. Ye Yu knew he was Tang San's father, Tang Hao. He also knew Tang Hao wasn't just as he appeared; he was the continent's youngest Titled Douluo.
Tang Hao walked over, grabbed a bowl from the table to drink, but found many grains of rice in the porridge.
Tang Hao looked at Tang San and asked, "Xiao San, did you put all the rice in my bowl?"
Tang San shook his head and explained, "No, it's because Brother Yu brought a bag of rice this morning, and both Brother Yu and I have already eaten."
Because Ye Yu was two months older than Tang San, Tang San called Ye Yu Brother Yu, and Ye Yu called Tang San Xiao San.
Tang San felt slightly awkward calling Ye Yu this, given his mental age was over twenty.
Tang Hao said nothing more and tilted his head back, gulping the porridge down.
After finishing, Tang Hao was about to return to the room when Tang San pointed to a corner and asked, "Dad, can I use that piece of iron?"
Tang Hao lazily glanced, his eyes shining a little.
"Oh? There's Iron Essence in this pig iron."
Tang Hao asked, "Do you want to become a blacksmith?"
"I think I've grown up enough to help you with some things, Dad."
Tang Hao nodded, "Well, if you want to help me, let's see if you can lift the hammer first."
Hearing this, Tang San dragged over the hammer Tang Hao usually used. This hammer was taller than Tang San and was difficult even for ordinary grown men to wield.
However, Tang San used his Profound Skill and barely managed to lift and swing it.
Tang Hao's face showed some surprise, murmuring, "Is he born with such strength? Innate Divine Power?"
Ye Yu watched knowing Tang San's real reason for learning was to craft Hidden Weapons.
Tang San swung the hammer three times and breathed heavily, then asked Ye Yu.
"Brother Yu, you should be able to swing it too, right?"
Ye Yu got up, "Let me try."
Tang Hao was once again surprised to think, can Ye Yu, who is the same age as Xiao San, also swing it?
Ye Yu came forward, and Tang San handed the hammer to him with both hands.
However, Ye Yu simply extended his left hand.
Tang San was surprised and reminded, "Brother Yu, this hammer is very heavy, you need both hands."
"One hand will do."
Ye Yu said, gripping the hammer handle with his left hand, "Xiao San, let go with your hands."
"Alright." Tang San let go with both hands, a look of surprise on his face.
Because when Ye Yu grabbed the hammer, there was not the slightest waver in his hand or arm! He just held it with one hand!
Tang Hao standing aside was even more surprised, "Do all kids today have Innate Divine Power?"
Ye Yu grabbed the front of the hammer and tossed it upwards; the hammer spun a few times in the air before Ye Yu caught it with a thud.
Tang San and Tang Hao were stunned...
If a big man had done this, it wouldn't be that surprising, but Ye Yu was only six years old. Picking up such a heavy hammer with one hand was amazing, but to toss and catch it easily?
Tang Hao asked, "Xiao Yu, are you left-handed?"
Ye Yu shook his head, "No."
Tang Hao: "..."
Tang San: "..."
Ignoring their astonishment, Ye Yu lost his interest and put the hammer down.
"Too light, it doesn't help with training. I'd better go lift the big stones by the pond outside the village."
Ye Yu turned and waved with a smile at the door, "Xiao San, Uncle, bye-bye."
Watching Ye Yu leave, Tang San recovered from his surprise and sighed lightly, "What a monster."
He could lift the hammer by using Profound Skills that enhanced his strength. But Ye Yu relied purely on his own strength, something unique, classifying him as a monster.
Even Tang Hao thought so, having never seen a child with such strange strength before. And all this without even having awakened a Martial Soul.
Ye Yu began to move a large stone by the pond, focusing all his energy. The stone weighed about three tons, and with Ye Yu's current body and strength, it was incredibly strenuous, each step difficult.
However, the more challenging the task, the better it honed the skills.
After carrying the stone a hundred meters, taking an hour, Ye Yu took a deep breath, wiped the sweat from his face, finding his arms were not sore at all.
"Grandpa Jack should be back." Ye Yu went home.
At the same time, Old Jack did come back, intending to find Tang San. Initially, he planned to take Tang San to the Martial Soul Sub-Hall in the village center, but he wanted to check on Ye Yu, or more precisely, to keep Ye Yu from coming.
"Xiao San, you go ahead, I'll go home to see Xiao Yu."
"Okay, Grandpa Jack." Tang San nodded.
Old Jack hurried home, unaware Ye Yu was already holding a rope, waiting.