Chapter 89 - Yu Xiaogang at the End of His Rope

Three hundred miles east of Heaven Dou City, the capital of the Heaven Dou Empire.

The mountain gate of the Clear Sky Sect, once the number one sect on the continent, was located here.

Tang San, with a melancholic expression, was sitting at the sect gate, looking toward Heaven Dou City.

That night, from Tang Hao, he had learned that Xiao Wu was actually a 100,000-year-old soul beast in human form.

But why—his mother was also a 100,000-year-old soul beast?

Who said humans can't fall in love with soul beasts?

And those bastards from the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan and the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect—they actually dared to take Xiao Wu.

Clack, clack, clack—

Behind Tang San, the sound of a staff hitting the ground echoed.

Tang Hao's tall figure approached.

He no longer had the dominating aura he did when he struck down Ju Gui Douluo outside Tiandou City.

His tall body was hunched over, his right pant leg hung empty, and his formerly black hair had turned mostly white.

Coupled with the wrinkles on his face, anyone seeing him from a distance would assume he was just an ordinary old man.

Originally, after the battle for Xiao Wu outside Heaven Dou City, Tang Hao did plan to take Tang San to find the seed left behind by Yin.

However, he hadn't expected the aftershock of his second ring explosion to come so quickly.

When it first happened, his spirit ring had just cracked, and his power temporarily dropped to the Soul Saint level.

But while escaping, his first three spirit rings shattered one by one, causing his soul power to permanently drop by 20 levels.

Overnight, Tang Hao went from the world-renowned Clear Sky Douluo to a level 75 Soul Saint.

And if not for the 100,000-year-old spirit ring sacrificed by Yin, it's hard to say whether he would've dropped even further to the Spirit Emperor level. What made it worse was that after his soul power dropped, Dugu Bo's poison—like a thorn in his flesh—could no longer be suppressed.

Had he not acted decisively and amputated his right leg, he would have died from the poison.

After all these ordeals, Tang Hao no longer dared to venture into the Star Dou Great Forest.

It didn't matter if he was alone—but not with his son.

Tang San's self-defense ability wasn't strong enough. And with Tang Hao half-crippled, he couldn't protect him in such a dangerous place.

So Tang Hao shamelessly brought Tang San back to the Clear Sky Sect.

Just as expected, the sect's attitude toward them was extremely poor. If it weren't for Tang Xiao's intervention, the two wouldn't have even been allowed through the mountain gate.

"Father."

Seeing Tang Hao, Tang San quickly stood up.

Tang Hao looked at the bruises on his son's face and asked with sadness,

"Fought with Tang Yun and the others again?"

"Yes."

Since returning to the Clear Sky Sect, getting beaten by other disciples had become a regular occurrence for Tang San.

Because these were fights among juniors, even Tang Xiao couldn't say much.

As a result, Tang Yun and the others became even more brazen and often picked fights with Tang San.

Several times, they beat him so badly that Tang San wanted to use his hidden weapons to fight them to the death.

But each time, he restrained himself.

After all, his hidden weapons were designed to kill. Except for the oddball Yu Xiaowei, few peers could survive them.

If someone died in the Clear Sky Sect, not even Tang Xiao—let alone the gods—could save him.

At this moment, Tang Hao spoke again.

"Still thinking about Xiao Wu?"

"Yes, but Xiao Wu… I'm afraid she…"

Tang San's voice choked slightly.

A hundred-thousand-year-old soul beast—if she fell into the hands of those sects, would she meet a good end?

"Xiao Wu might still be alive."

Tang Hao suddenly said this, and Tang San's expression instantly shifted from grief to joy.

"Father, do you mean Xiao Wu is still alive?"

Tang Hao nodded, analyzing calmly.

"Exactly. A 100,000-year soul beast not only has a soul bone but, more importantly, a 100,000-year soul ring."

"And to absorb such a ring, one must be a titled Douluo who has just reached level 90."

"But gaining that title isn't easy. Your father was the fastest cultivator on the continent, and it still took me four years to break through from level 89 to 90."

"So if those two clans decided to capture Xiao Wu suddenly, even if they had someone at level 89, it would still take at least one to two years before they could act on her."

Hope ignited in Tang San's heart, but when he thought about the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan and the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, full of powerful people, he said hopelessly,

"But Father, even if Xiao Wu is alive, we can't rescue her."

"I can't reach title level in two years, and your body is seriously injured."

"We have no hope!"

The greater the hope, the greater the despair.

Just as Tang San was feeling hopeless, Tang Hao spoke firmly.

"Now we have a chance."

"Because the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan is currently marrying off their legitimate daughter, that means Xiao Wu must be in the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect."

"So, Xiao San, you must seize this chance and make that legitimate daughter of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan obey you completely."

"Then you can use the power of the Blue Lightning Clan, and I will ask your uncle to act. When our two families unite, you'll have a real chance to bring Xiao Wu back."

Tang San was overjoyed at the plan, but when he thought of the legitimate daughter, he said bitterly,

"Father, why me? If we arrange a marriage like this, it's unfair to Xiao Wu."

"This is an opportunity your uncle fought for you. He hopes the Blue Lightning Clan will support you in the future. Besides, a man shouldn't get bogged down by small details. A legitimate daughter is just a pawn in the marriage, a bridge for our clans to cooperate. You don't love her, so it doesn't matter—don't feel guilty about Xiao Wu."

Tang Hao sneered, as if it were all trivial and not worth mentioning.

After a moment of hesitation, Tang San bit his lip and nodded.

At worst, he simply wouldn't touch her after the marriage.

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Spirit Hall.

Bibi Dong sat on a high seat, gazing coldly at the man standing below.

The man wore tattered clothes, his face scruffy with a beard, and his eyes filled with numbness and decadence.

"What are you doing here?"

Bibi Dong's voice was like winter frost, stabbing into the man's heart.

The man's eyes shifted slightly, and he laughed at himself.

"I'm desperate."

Such simple words, yet so full of bitterness.

Bibi Dong's expression didn't change. She stared at the man and said flatly,

"You're desperate—what does that have to do with me?"

Her voice wasn't loud, but it dripped with sarcasm.

The man lowered his head, slowly bowed, and half-knelt before Bibi Dong.

"I want to become the head of the Spirit Hall Academy."

"I…"

"Please."

For the first time, Bibi Dong's cold face wavered slightly.

"Please."

She never expected to hear that word come out of Yu Xiaogang's mouth.

After a long silence—

"…Very well."

Leaving behind only that cold phrase, Bibi Dong slammed her royal staff to the ground and turned to leave.

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