Chapter 91: Tang Hao Falls Into Deep Thought

"Boy, run! Keep running!"

After three days, Titan finally tracked down Tang San.

"Huff~"

Tang San's eyes were bloodshot. Three days without rest had left him utterly drained, his mind on the verge of collapse.

Taking a deep breath of fresh air, Tang San felt a slight sense of relief.

Three days... only the heavens knew how he had survived these three days!

Titan's eyes were also bloodshot, but not from exhaustion. The grief of losing both his son and grandson burned in his heart, causing him indescribable pain.

"Boy, I won't let you die so easily!"

With a grim expression, Titan unleashed his soul power, surging toward Tang San.

There was no holding back—mountains trembled, rocks rolled, and fierce winds swept through the area. Tang San felt as though he'd been punched and slammed into the ground by a ten-thousand-year Titan Ape.

"Pfft~"

Blood sprayed from his mouth as he was pinned to the ground by the sheer weight of Titan's power. His vision went black, and he fainted.

"You think you're that capable? Capable of killing my son, my grandson?"

Titan muttered to himself as he approached Tang San. Tears streamed down his wrinkled face.

The pain was unbearable.

After a moment of silence, Titan continued walking toward Tang San. He wanted to take Tang San's head to the graves of Tai Nuo and Tai Long to honor them.

Just then, a voice echoed from a short distance away.

"Titan, let this end here."

Hearing this, Titan froze and stiffly turned his head toward the source of the voice.

The man who appeared was dressed in ragged clothes, disheveled and unkempt, as if he hadn't taken care of himself for years.

"Master?"

Despite the passage of so many years, Titan recognized Tang Hao at a glance. His mouth opened slightly, but he hesitated to speak.

Why was Tang Hao's first sentence to end this matter here? What did he mean?

"He is my son, Tang San. Let this end here."

Titan's entire body trembled, his right arm shaking uncontrollably. So many years of waiting, and this was what he got?

Tang San had killed his son and grandson!

Taking a deep breath, Titan closed his eyes.

"If Tang San is Master's son, then naturally he is the Young Master."

"But the Young Master should never have cut off my lineage!"

"Master, this is the last time I'll call you that!"

"Let this matter end here!"

"From this day forward, Titan and the Strength Clan are no longer loyal to Tang Hao. We are done!"

"…"

After saying this, Titan's bloodshot eyes opened, tears streaming down his face. Without another glance at Tang Hao, he turned and walked away.

Tang Hao: "…"

He glanced at Tang San, who lay unconscious on the ground, then at Titan's retreating figure.

"Sigh~"

Tang Hao sighed deeply and shook his head. In the end, he said nothing and faded into the shadows.

If he hadn't intervened, Tang San would have died.

If he did intervene, Titan and the Strength Clan would inevitably sever ties with him.

Tang Hao was clear about what mattered most.

At Shrek Academy, Ning Fengzhi walked out of the conference room with a bright smile. His mood at the moment was beyond description.

The Ethereal Orchid Immortal Treasure wasn't compatible with the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda, but his Martial Soul had still evolved—

The Eight Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda…

"Destiny... fate…"

Ning Fengzhi shook his head. Though his Martial Soul didn't evolve into the Nine Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda, it was only a tiny step away.

Reaching the Spirit Douluo level and increasing his soul power limit by ten levels was still something to celebrate.

A breakthrough, yet not quite a breakthrough...

When Dai Mubai heard about this, his expression twitched. By all logic, the Ethereal Orchid Immortal Treasure should have been enough to upgrade the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda to Nine Treasure status.

But for Ning Fengzhi, it had only reached Eight Treasure. So close, yet so far!

Suddenly, Dai Mubai's eyes lit up with a bold conjecture:

"Could it be that something restricts support-type soul masters, preventing them from reaching perfection?"

The strongest support-type Martial Souls always seemed to have flaws.

For instance, Nine Hearts Begonia, where only two possessors could exist in the world.

Or the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda, which couldn't surpass level eighty.

Ning Rongrong had only succeeded in evolving her Martial Soul because she was part of the protagonist team—or perhaps the consciousness of Douluo allowed for only one Nine Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda!

Was Ning Fengzhi's talent weak?

Impossible!

As the leader of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Clan, Ning Fengzhi was the most talented of his generation. Weakness was out of the question.

Dai Mubai shook his head. He wasn't a support-type soul master, so why waste time overthinking this?

His good brother Li Si was a support-type soul master—and a food-type one at that. Would he inherit the God of Food's position someday?

"I wonder what Li Si's second soul skill chant will look like!"

After bidding farewell to Ning Fengzhi and Gu Rong, life at the academy returned to peace.

Five days later, that peace was shattered.

"What? Tang San's back?"

Hearing the news, Dai Mubai raised an eyebrow. Tang San's survival didn't surprise him.

After all, as long as Tang San used the Clear Sky Hammer, even if Tang Hao wasn't around, Tang San wouldn't be in real danger.

Dai Mubai couldn't be bothered to delve into the details.

The most confused person at the moment was Tang Hao.

He'd been observing Xiao Wu for half a day, rubbing his eyes until they were swollen, yet he still couldn't sense her "true form."

"Hiss~"

"This doesn't make sense!"

"What's going on?"

"Could it be that I was mistaken all these years?"

Tang Hao fell into deep thought.

How had Xiao Wu advanced to Spirit Elder so quickly? Why was there no trace of a soul beast aura on her?

No matter how he looked, she was just a human!

Wasn't it only at level seventy—Spirit Saint level—that a soul beast could completely take human form, undetectable even by a Titled Douluo?

But Xiao Wu was merely a Spirit Elder...

Wait—she was a Spirit Elder now?

Tang Hao's face was a mix of contemplation, shock, confusion, and disbelief.

After a long pause, Tang Hao muttered to himself,

"Could it be that I've gone mad thinking about Ah Yin and misjudged her all along?"

Scratching his head, Tang Hao ignored the risk of exposure and instantly appeared before Xiao Wu.

Xiao Wu: "…"

Seeing the disheveled man, Xiao Wu instinctively took two steps back. On closer look, wasn't this the uncle who had given her directions when she first arrived at Nuoding City's primary spirit academy?

So many years had passed, yet he was still just as sloppy.

Wait—something wasn't right! How had he suddenly appeared?

Before Xiao Wu could say a word, Tang Hao placed a hand on her shoulder.

Xiao Wu: "???"

Tang Hao: "!!!"

"Impossible! How could this be?"

Tang Hao froze on the spot, utterly stunned. Had he really been wrong all this time?

(End of Chapter)