Douluo Continent: Tonight, a Fairy Tale Descends.

During his last attack on a Spirit Hall branch in a border town, he unexpectedly discovered that the Spirit Hall was collecting extremely rare and precious natural treasures on a large scale.

Chapter 120: He just left like that?

The act of collecting resources is not unusual; the Spirit Hall is a powerful force, and resource collection is a regular occurrence for them.

Strangely, the supplies did not end up in Wuhun City, but in Tiandou City.

An instinctive sense of unease made Tang Hao feel that something was amiss. The headquarters of the Spirit Hall was in Spirit City, so why would they concentrate such important resources in the capital city of the Duiyu Empire?

Out of caution, and also because of his deep-seated sensitivity to any unusual developments related to the Spirit Hall, he secretly followed them and infiltrated Heaven Dou City to investigate.

Then he heard the news that was now widely circulated in the upper echelons of the Heavenly Battle: the mysterious potion witch Godor, and her magical pills that could help people absorb soul rings beyond their level.

This message, like a bolt of lightning, cleaved Tang Hao's confused mind.

Absorbing a soul ring of a higher level! What does this mean?

This means greater strength and faster growth! If this kind of elixir really exists, and if he could obtain it, wouldn't it allow Xiao San and the others to grow up even faster?

Does this mean we're one step closer to the day we take revenge on the Spirit Hall?

Wouldn't that be a better way to comfort Ah Yin's spirit in heaven?

Once this thought arose, it instantly occupied Tang Hao's mind.

He looked at the delicate blue silver grass in front of him, and his gaze gradually became firm.

"Agin, I may be leaving for a while."

"A miraculous pill has recently appeared in Heaven Dou City. It's said to help Soul Masters absorb Soul Rings beyond their current level! The effects are astonishing; even the Star Luo Empire has sent an envoy there!"

“Pills…” Tang Hao repeated the word, a near-mad flame burning in his eyes.

"If this kind of pill really exists, and if I can obtain it, perhaps Xiao San and the others can improve their strength faster, and perhaps they can avenge you sooner! It can also make Xiao San and Cindy's future more secure!"

This thought, like a glimmer of light in endless darkness, made Tang Hao's heart pound violently.

Even though the hope was slim, even though it might just be a rumor, or even a trap, he had to go!

For Ah Yin, for the sake of his child, even if there's only a one in ten thousand chance, he'll take the plunge!

"Ah Yin, wait for me." Tang Hao finally reached out and gently brushed his fingertips across the tender leaves at the very top of the Blue Silver Grass, as if stroking his lover's cheek.

"Once I figure out what happened with the pills, I will definitely come back and make the Spirit Hall pay for their blood debt!"

After saying this, Tang Hao resolutely stood up, took one last deep look at the Blue Silver Grass, turned around, and strode away from the cave.

……

The following afternoon.

Tang San, with unhurried steps, appeared at the blacksmith's shop on time as usual.

His expression was calm, with a hint of indifference as if he were simply going through the motions.

He had long lost the initial excitement he felt about coming here to practice the Chaotic Cloak Hammer Technique. The only reason he was still here was to perfect the Chaotic Cloak Hammer Technique.

Tang San casually glanced at the empty courtyard. The familiar tall figure was not, as usual, either drunkenly leaning against the pile of iron or impatiently gesturing.

"Did you go buy more alcohol? Or did you get drunk and pass out somewhere?"

A fleeting thought of indifference crossed Tang San's mind. He was already used to Tang Hao's elusive nature, so he didn't care that Tang Hao hadn't appeared in the courtyard.

Moreover, the absence of that drunken figure made him feel even more at peace.

It allows him to focus without distraction, and the breath of alcohol can help him relax.

Tang San walked straight to the open space in the courtyard that he had hammered until it was exceptionally solid and flat, and skillfully picked up the heavy casting hammer from the corner.

The forged hammer felt slightly heavy in his hand, and its cold touch gave him a slight boost of energy.

Then Tang San closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and cleared his mind of all thoughts about Tang Hao.

The next moment, his eyes snapped open, a glint of light flashing in them, and his feet moved instantly.

"call--!"

The heavy casting hammer slammed down with a whooshing sound onto the virtual anvil.

The first blow was powerful and heavy!

Then came the second hammer, the third hammer... The hammer shadows began to come in succession, the power like overlapping waves, each one stronger than the last!

At this moment, Tang San's body seemed to have become the eye of the storm, and the forging hammer was the gale that tore through the air!

Seventy-two hammer blows! Seventy-three hammer blows! Seventy-four hammer blows!

Sweat quickly soaked his back, and his black hair stuck to his skin, but his eyes grew brighter and his movements became more fluid.

Without Tang Hao present, he was able to immerse himself even more in the thrill of his ever-increasing power, and his mind and hammer techniques became more and more in harmony.

Finally, the eighty-first hammer fell with unstoppable momentum, as if even the air itself was shaken by the impact.

"Ha ha……"

Tang San, slightly out of breath, stood with his hammer in hand, feeling the surging blood and slightly increased soul power within his body. A look of satisfaction appeared on his handsome face.

The Chaotic Cloak Hammer Technique is not only a power-generating skill, but it also has a significant effect on physical tempering and the stimulation of soul power.

Practice is over, time to go back.

His sister was still waiting for him to have dinner together.

He casually put the casting hammer back in its place, dusted himself off, and prepared to leave. His gaze unconsciously swept across the courtyard again, but Tang Hao was still nowhere to be seen.

"It seems he won't be coming back today," Tang San thought to himself, without much emotion.

He walked toward the dimly lit inner room of the blacksmith's shop, intending to grab some things and leave.

Pushing open the half-closed wooden door, a stronger odor, a mixture of cheap alcohol and damp, musty smell, wafted out.

The light was dim, with only a few rays of the setting sun shining through the holes in the window, illuminating the dust in the air.

Tang San's gaze habitually swept over the familiar, cluttered furnishings in the room: scattered wine bottles, piles of scrap metal, and the creaking, broken wooden bed...

However, his gaze suddenly fixed on the only broken wooden table.

On the table, several bulging money bags were piled up in a jarring contrast to the perpetually empty tabletop he remembered.

Above the purse was a piece of rough, clean paper that seemed out of place in the dirty and messy environment.

A strange feeling of palpitation instantly arose in Tang San's heart, making him hold his breath.

He subconsciously walked to the table, reached out, and picked up the piece of paper.

On the paper, there were only a few large, crooked characters:

“I’m leaving. Take care of yourself. The money is on the table. —Father”

"gone?"

Tang San held the light, fluttering piece of paper, standing still as if he had turned into a stone statue.

gone?

He just... left like that?

Chapter 121 Yu Xiaogang's Ecstatic Joy

Tang San stood still, clutching the light piece of paper.

A cool breeze ruffled the black hair on his forehead, but it couldn't dispel the coldness on his face.

There was no farewell, no explanation, not even a proper instruction.

It's like throwing away an unnecessary piece of luggage or getting rid of a burden.

An indescribable rage, mixed with the disappointment of being abandoned, surged and churned in Tang San's chest like magma.

His fingernails dug deeply into his palms, drawing blood, but he felt no pain whatsoever.

Tang San thought he had long been disappointed in that man and no longer had any expectations of him.

But when this cold farewell was presented to him in such a straightforward and cruel way, it was a shock.

An overwhelming sense of humiliation and anger welled up within him, a feeling of being utterly abandoned and disregarded, shattering all his composure.

"Ah……"

Is this his father? The man who spends his days in a drunken stupor, doing nothing but blacksmithing and drinking, and who seems impatient even when teaching him?

Just when I had finally learned the Chaotic Cloak Hammer Technique and thought I could finally learn something real from him, he just left like that.

Tang San let out a very low, cold laugh, and the last trace of expectation for his so-called father in his eyes was completely extinguished.

Yeah.

It's all cleaned up.

He was finally free from Tang Hao's decadent and dissolute lifestyle! He was finally free from his haphazard and time-wasting teachings!

Finally, I don't have to be distracted by this so-called father anymore!

Without him, my sister and I would only be better off!

Tang San expressionlessly crumpled the paper into a ball, then exerted a little force, and the paper instantly turned into dust, drifting out from between his fingers.

He snorted coldly, picked up the money bag on the table, turned around and walked out with firm steps, without the slightest hesitation.

When he returned to Nottingham College and walked to the third dormitory, Cinderella was waiting for him as always, bathed in the afterglow of the setting sun.

She was wearing a pale yellow dress today, and her clear blue eyes were smiling at Tang San.

"Hey, it seems like you finished a little later than usual today?" Cinderella greeted her, her tone light and cheerful.

Tang San stopped and looked into Cinderella's concerned eyes, and a trace of the icy coldness in his heart melted.

He paused for a moment before speaking in a calm tone devoid of any emotion: "Sister, he's gone."

Cinderella's smile faltered slightly, a flash of understanding crossing her azure eyes before being replaced by deep worry.

"Gone? Dad... he left Nottingham? What happened?"

"He left a note and some money." Tang San said succinctly, his tone as indifferent as if he were talking about something that had nothing to do with him.

"They didn't say where they were going, nor did they say whether they would come back."

Cinderella carefully observed Tang San's expression and instantly understood. Tang Hao's departure was expected, but she didn't expect it to be so fast and so decisive.

This was clearly a significant blow to Tang San.

Cinderella sighed, stepped forward gently, and reached out to grasp Tang San's somewhat cold hand.

“It’s good that you’re gone…” Cinderella’s voice was gentle.

"Perhaps Dad has his own things to do. Little San, don't think too much. From now on, it's just the two of us siblings relying on each other. Your sister will always be with you. We will definitely live better and become stronger, right?"

Feeling the warmth from his palm and listening to Cinderella's gentle yet firm words, the last ripple in Tang San's heart caused by being abandoned was completely calmed down.

He gripped Cinderella's hand tightly in return and nodded vigorously.

"Yes, I know, sister." Tang San's voice was deep and full of strength.

"Without him, we will only be better off! From now on, there will be no more obstacles on my path of cultivation! I will definitely become stronger than anyone else, strong enough to protect you forever!"

"I believe you, mistress." Cinderella smiled, like sunlight piercing through dark clouds, instantly illuminating everything around her.

"Let's go eat, and then continue our training! We have a long way to go!"

"it is good."

……

That night, in another corner of Nottingham College.

Yu Xiaogang also learned of Tang Hao's departure; Tang San told him when he came to return a book to him that evening.

Tang San came alone, carrying the notebook about the precise control of soul power that Cinderella had borrowed.

He came alone, without Cinderella accompanying him.

Deep down, Tang San always maintained a high degree of vigilance and distrust towards Yu Xiaogang. He was especially worried about letting his simple-minded and easily trusting sister get close to this theoretical master, who he saw as having a lewd look in his eyes and an unpredictable mind.

Although Tang San deeply loathed Yu Xiaogang, feeling that he had weak soul power, was all talk and no action, and always secretly looked at his sister with that uncomfortable gaze, he clearly knew at this moment that reality was cruel.