Douluo Qingmei Qian Renxue, the starting soul ring becomes soul vein

Chapter 192 Tang Xiao's Anger

Wuhun City, in front of the dilapidated thatched house.

Tang Hao looked particularly decadent, as if he had been deeply eroded by time and endless regret. His eyes were empty and distant, as if he could see through the wine jars that were tilted in front of him and see the past that he was unwilling to look back on.

Ragged, untidy, with a scraggly beard, and the stench of alcohol and years of not bathing, this former Haotian Douluo is now like a traveler forgotten by the world. Occasionally, a gust of wind blows by, rolling up a few dead leaves, making a rustling sound, adding a bit of desolation.

All around, there are overgrown weeds, broken walls and ruins; in the distance, there are bustling streets, which form a sharp contrast with this dilapidated place.

The bustling streets of Wuhun City were bustling with people and brightly lit, like another world. On both sides of the street, there were shops everywhere, with a wide variety of goods, from rare medicinal materials to exquisite soul guides, all of which demonstrated the prosperity and strength of this soul master city.

Occasionally, teams of soul masters in gorgeous armor patrolled by. Their steps were firm and powerful, and their eyes revealed their desire for power and confidence. Being able to serve as a guard of the Spirit Hall is something that the soul masters of Spirit City now desire and envy.

However, in this bustling and noisy environment, Tang Hao's figure seemed particularly lonely and out of place. His existence was like a crack deliberately left by time, reminding people of the past glory and present loneliness of this Haotian Douluo.

A breeze blew by, bringing the aroma of wine and food from the restaurant in the distance, and gently brushed across Tang Hao's weathered face. He moved the corners of his mouth slightly, as if he wanted to say something, but in the end he just smiled bitterly.

He shook the empty wine can in his hand, and a complex emotion flashed in his misty eyes, including nostalgia for the past and confusion about the future.

He stood up slowly and stretched out his hand to knock down the green leaves falling from above his head, but in the end there was a leaf that seemed to have taken root and was hiding in his hair like a bird's nest, unable to come out. The greenness took root on top of his head.

He staggered a few steps, as if he wanted to walk towards the dimly lit street, but stopped at the last moment. He changed his direction and walked towards a more remote alley.

He knew very well that the magnificent restaurants with many customers on the street could not "help" him. Instead, he might find some solace in the remote alleys and unknown corners.

After passing through the narrow alley, they arrived in front of a shabby tavern. There was no hustle and bustle and glitz like in the streets of Wuhun City. There were only a few dim lanterns swaying in the wind, casting mottled light and shadows.

Inside the tavern, a few old tables were occupied by several soul masters who, like him, seemed to have been worn down by life. Tang Hao pushed the door open and walked in. A scent of low-quality alcohol and tobacco hit him in the face, but he felt it was unusually familiar.

Several down-and-out soul masters in the room stopped their original conversations and cast their contemptuous and disgusted eyes at Tang Hao. Some even whispered mockery, "It's him again, asking for wine again. Isn't he afraid of getting sick from drinking that low-quality wine?"

"What do you know? A lean camel is bigger than a horse. Even if the Titled Douluo fell into trouble, he is still a great spirit master. How can he die from drinking some garbage wine? Look, he has been living well all these years."

A thin soul master with yellow hair stood up, walked up to Tang Hao, and patted Tang Hao's chest with the back of his hand, "Hey, Haotian, are you going to pay this time? You always take advantage of the tavern and drink for free. It's not a big deal, right?"

Tang Hao looked at the person in front of him expressionlessly and said calmly, "Where did this wild dog come from? It's barking here."

The yellow-haired man was startled, then became furious, grabbed Tang Hao's collar with both hands, and lifted him up, "Don't forget, you are only level 21 now, without your martial spirit, you will always only have level 21 spirit power; everyone here can control you, and they still think you are the arrogant Titled Douluo!
You'd better be sensible and behave properly. Otherwise, although Wuhun City does not allow killing, it does not say that you cannot beat people in secret."

"Oh, a bunch of low-level trash spirit masters who are only trying to feel superior here." Tang Hao did not hide the sarcasm on his face at all.

It is true that Wuhun City is a holy place for soul masters, but there are always a few soul masters with corrupt thoughts, low soul power, but high self-esteem. They have ruined their reputation outside and hide in places like this to get by.

“Hmph, do you think you are still the awe-inspiring Haotian Douluo? You are nothing but a joke now!” The yellow-haired spirit master shook off Tang Hao, said this viciously, turned around and returned to his seat, and the other spirit masters around him also burst into mocking laughter.

"Hey, Huangmao, no, why can't you win the argument?"

"Tsk tsk tsk, shopkeeper, give the legendary Haotian Douluo a plate of fennel beans. I'll pay for it."

Tang Hao ignored their ridicule. His eyes passed through these people, as if he was seeing through the dust of time. He slowly walked to the corner of the tavern, where there was a shabby table with a pot of wine and a few empty cups on it. He sat down by himself, picked up the wine pot, poured a full cup, and drank it all.

The turbid liquid, mixed with unknown foreign substances, burned his throat.

"Cough-cough-"

For Tang Hao at this moment, being able to drink is enough, no need for a bicycle.

He casually grabbed a handful of fennel beans given by others and swallowed them. This was his dinner tonight. It must be said that in Wuhun City, even if you don't work, you can survive, of course, you can only survive.

The owner of the tavern was a Soul Master level, an old man in his 60s. He glanced at Tang Hao and said casually, "I heard that the Spirit Hall has rescinded the punishment on the Haotian Sect. Now that the Haotian Sect can reenter the world, I don't know what kind of waves will arise in the Soul Master world."

Hearing this, Tang Hao, who was about to get tipsy, suddenly shuddered and pricked up his ears to listen carefully. "Old man, you think too much. It is true that the Haotian Sect was very strong at the beginning, but it was still driven away by the Spirit Hall and ran away to the deep mountains and old forests in disgrace. Even if he came back, what would it matter? The reputation of the Spirit Hall now far exceeds those sects and royal families.

The Saint Lin Feng's innate soul performance technique has benefited countless soul masters. Take me for example. My innate soul power is only level 2, and the quality of my martial soul is not good enough. If I can't break through to become a soul master at the age of 20, then I have no hope of becoming a great soul master at the age of 40. I will be very lucky if I can reach the level of soul master at the age of 80.

But the five paths of Saint Lin Feng allowed me to break through to the Soul Master level before I was 20 years old, and my martial soul was able to transform once. In addition, that path has some physical strengthening effects, so I am now confident that I can break through to the Great Soul Master level at the age of 30 before my potential disappears."

Everyone agreed, "Indeed, the period before the age of 20 is recognized as a period of rapid growth in the spirit master world. People like us who have low innate spirit power are defeated because we have not obtained spirit rings to transform our spirits. Now, at least there is a way. The path brought by the Holy Son is really of great use to us and cannot be measured by quantity."

The boss nodded slightly, "That's right. This is also the reason why the lower-level soul masters are increasingly advocating the Spirit Hall. The original title of the top three sects has not been mentioned in the past few years. When recruiting students, the academies of the Spirit Hall in various places are more popular than those traditional sects. The Spirit Hall not only controls a large amount of training resources, but also holds the key methods to improve the potential of soul masters.

As long as you join, you will be the first to enjoy new good things in the future. I really hope that His Royal Highness the Son of God's soul vein theory can be improved as soon as possible. By then, I don't know how powerful soul masters will be. "

"Yeah yeah."

Tang Hao listened to these discussions silently, with a complicated smile on his face. He felt mixed emotions, shocked by the current power of Spirit Hall and worried about the future of Haotian Sect. He knew very well that it would not be easy for Haotian Sect to regain its strength, especially with the background of Spirit Hall being so powerful.

“Hmph, Spirit Hall, Saint Lin Feng…” Tang Hao whispered to himself, a barely perceptible sharp light flashing in his eyes, “No matter what, the glory of the Haotian Sect cannot be tarnished. I, Tang Hao, will never let the name of Haotian be humiliated even if I fall to this point.”

He raised his head and drank the wine in the glass again, "Boss, keep the account."

The tavern owner was stunned for a moment, then he showed a playful smile and shook his head, "Why keep a bill? You've never paid. I never charge for the drinks in this corner. Just drink it if you want."

Tang Hao walked away staggeringly.

Looking at Tang Hao's departing back, the soul masters in the tavern sneered.

"What Haotian Douluo? He's just a beggar who comes to the tavern to eat and drink for free. Oh no, he's just a eunuch. Hahahaha."

Hearing this, Tang Hao paused in his tracks and clenched his hands tightly. Having his lower body crippled was the thing he could not tolerate the most. He looked back and remembered the person who had made the mockery. It was that yellow-haired guy. As expected, the yellow-haired guy deserved to die!
A look of determination flashed across his eyes, and Tang Hao secretly swore in his heart that he would repay today's humiliation a hundredfold one day.

As the night deepened, Tang Hao's figure gradually disappeared in the night of Wuhun City and returned to the leaky thatched hut.

He casually picked up a pile of straw, put it on his body, and fell asleep.

Tang Xiao, who saw all this secretly, showed a look of sadness and anger in his eyes. He clenched his fists, and his nails almost dug into his palms. As the current leader of the Haotian Sect, seeing his brother, who was once as proud as the sun, now in such a miserable state, his heart felt like being cut by a sharp blade.

Not long ago, after the Spirit Hall announced to the world that the Haotian Sect could enter the world, he had already planned to come to the Spirit City in person.

The connection between Haotian Sect and the outside world has never been cut off. The innate soul-interpreting technique transmitted from Tang Yuehua has caused a drastic change in the mentality within Haotian Sect, from contempt in the beginning to shock, and then to joy and worry.

Seeing that the soul masters from the outside world had already enjoyed the benefits of the path several years in advance, the soul vein experiments began a few years ago. Every force that was ranked well at the time had a place, except for the four major families.

The Haotian Sect is as anxious as an ant on a hot pan. After experiencing the blessing of the path, anyone who still doubts the authenticity of the soul vein's effectiveness is a fool.

He specifically chose a time near night to enter the city. After saying hello to the Spirit Hall, he stayed in the city for one night. The next day, he went to the Pope's Hall and the Douluo Hall, hoping to fulfill Qian Daoliu's original agreement and retrieve the inherited soul bone.

At the same time, on the first night, he visited his younger brother Tang Hao.

He had thought that Tang Hao was having a hard time, but he had never expected that he had fallen to this point, reduced to begging for a living. He clearly still had a soul power of level 21, and he could have lived a better life by doing some work, but he didn't do that.

The Spirit Hall still did not revoke Tang Hao's decision, so he could only be trapped in the Spirit City.

How did you become like this when you were full of vigor and vitality? Are you still worthy of the name Haotian? Why did Ah Yin choose you?
Meeting him might not be a good thing. Tang Xiao closed his eyes, adjusted his mood, returned to his residence, and prepared to go to the Spirit Hall for the first contact tomorrow.

He came here for several purposes, including to find out the authenticity of the soul vein, the attitude of the Spirit Hall towards the Haotian Sect, to take back the inherited soul bone, to visit his good brother, and to think about whether the Haotian Sect can really come into the world again.

(End of this chapter)