**Chapter 273: A Changed Life**

**Chapter 273: A Changed Life**

Tang San spent his days trying to gather information about the mainland. He wanted to confirm key details: Was Bibi Dong the current Pope? What had happened to the previous Pope? And what was the current state of the three sects?

However, being in the remote Holy Soul Village made it difficult to obtain reliable news.

Eventually, he learned that Bibi Dong was indeed the current Pope. Curiously, she had achieved the rank of Titled Douluo three years earlier than in his previous life. The former Pope had retired peacefully, and there were no reports of conflicts between Bibi Dong and Qian Xunji.

This stark contrast to his previous life puzzled Tang San. Why was the Douluo Continent of 10,000 years ago so different from what he remembered?

The more he observed, the more uneasy he became. Tang San felt his control over the situation slipping away, leaving him no choice but to focus on practicing Xuantian Gong to increase his strength.

At least some things remained the same: his quiet village life and his father's alcoholism. To Tang San, it was reminiscent of his past life, where he had taken on household chores and cooked meals since the age of two. This time, he felt confident in handling the same responsibilities.

Yet, one question continued to gnaw at him—why had his mother been replaced by someone named Ah Xiu? Where was his real mother, A Yin?

When Tang San turned six, the familiar figure of Grandpa Jack arrived at their home. As expected, he informed Tang San that he would soon undergo his martial soul awakening at the village's Spirit Hall center.

Understanding the importance of this moment, Tang San immediately agreed. Knowing his father wouldn't object, he began preparing for the future, deciding to forge a set of hidden arrows for self-defense.

Using his father's blacksmith hammer, he began working with pig iron.

Hearing the rhythmic sounds of hammering, Tang Hao, still groggy from drinking, emerged from the inner room. What he saw shocked him—his son was using the Chaos Cloak Hammer Technique, a signature skill of the Haotian Sect.

Staring in disbelief, Tang Hao approached and grabbed the hammer from Tang San's hands.

"Xiao San, who taught you this hammer technique?" he demanded sternly.

Tang San froze. Realizing his mistake, he panicked internally. His father from 10,000 years ago hadn't taught him this technique yet, so how could he explain knowing it?

After a moment of hesitation, he looked at his father with determination.

"Father, you taught me this—but not in this life. It was you in my previous life."

Tang Hao blinked in confusion, trying to process the words.

"What do you mean, my past life? What nonsense are you talking about?"

His expression shifted from skepticism to concern, and he sighed heavily.

"I'm sorry, Xiu'er. It's my fault for failing to care for our child properly. Now he's talking nonsense…"

Tang San, undeterred, pressed on. "Father, I'm not lying. Not only do I know the Chaos Cloak Hammer Technique, but I also know the Great Sumeru Hammer and the Explosive Ring Technique. You taught me all of this in my previous life."

Tang Hao's eyes widened in shock. The Great Sumeru Hammer and Explosive Ring Technique were advanced skills passed down only to the most talented disciples of the Haotian Sect. How could a six-year-old possibly know them?

Seeing his father's disbelief, Tang San recounted his memories of their past life. He described A Yin's existence, her sacrifice, and how she had become his father's final spirit ring, allowing him to achieve Titled Douluo status at the age of 44.

Tang Hao listened in stunned silence. At 46, he had just reached level 90 but had yet to acquire his ninth soul ring. His son's account of events from another timeline unsettled him deeply.

Tang Hao muttered, "So, in another life, I became a Titled Douluo six years earlier… But then why didn't I meet A Yin in this life? Why did Ah Xiu take her place?"

Tang Hao couldn't bring himself to think poorly of Ah Xiu, but he couldn't shake the feeling that his fate had been manipulated.

"You're saying that in another life, we were hunted by Spirit Hall, and A Yin sacrificed herself to save us?" Tang Hao asked gravely.

Tang San nodded, his tone firm.

"Yes, Father. But in this life, we haven't faced Spirit Hall's persecution. Without A Yin's presence, the events from our past life never unfolded the same way. Maybe this means you'll achieve even greater things in this timeline."

Tang Hao sat down heavily, murmuring to himself, "A Yin… Ah Xiu… What's happening? Why is my life so drastically different?"

It felt as though an invisible hand had rewritten his destiny, replacing one path with another.

For Tang Hao, the questions were unending. Why hadn't he met A Yin, the 100,000-year-old soul beast who had been his wife in his previous life? Where was she now?

He clenched his fists, his expression darkening.

"No matter who it is—if someone dared to change my life and take A Yin away, I will never forgive them!"

Tang Hao's vow echoed in the quiet house, his determination unyielding.

*(End of this chapter)*