Douluo Continent: Twin Angels, Heartless Rakshasa

Gu Rong frowned and said, "Since the Martial Soul has ulterior motives, should we go or not?"

Ning Fengzhi took a deep breath and sighed, "Since the Spirit Hall has sent invitations to all the major sects, our Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School, as one of the three upper sects, naturally has no reason not to go."

"Otherwise, we will be ridiculed by the world, and even worse, they will insult us for not being worthy of the title of the Three Supreme Sects."

"There will be no trouble on this trip to the Spirit Hall. The Spirit Hall wouldn't dare to attack so many sects at the same time, let alone representatives from two great empires."

"Go and make preparations. Tomorrow, Uncle Jian will accompany me to Wuhun City, while Uncle Gu will stay behind to guard the sect."

Sword Douluo nodded and said softly, "No problem, I'll accompany Feng Zhi."

The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School has two guardian elders. Therefore, whenever Ning Fengzhi leaves the school to handle business, he takes one elder with him, while the other guards the school.

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the other side.

Holy Soul Village.

Inside a brick house.

Old Jack sat on a bamboo chair in the house, his old eyes scrutinizing the haggard, burly man opposite him who was holding a swaddled baby. He asked, "Are you a vagrant, homeless?"

"Yes, I want to come to your village to make a living."

Tang Hao sat in the chair, looking down at Tang San who was fast asleep in his arms, his face full of dejection and his voice hoarse.

"A grown man with a newborn baby, what a pitiful situation. Our village can take you in, what can you do?"

Old Jack was kind-hearted and, without much thought, agreed to let him settle here.

"I...I can forge iron." Tang Hao hesitated for a moment before revealing the Haotian Sect's specialty.

Old Jack's eyes lit up, and he laughed, "Good, good, good. Our village is short of a blacksmith, and many of our farm tools are broken. You can go and live on the west side of Holy Soul Village."

"There are three mud-brick houses there. An old woman used to live there, but she died of old age and the place was abandoned. It's a bit dilapidated, but if you clean it up, it's still habitable."

"Your name is Tang Hao, right? If you need any help in the future, feel free to come to me. I'll do my best to help."

Tang Hao nodded, picked up the sleeping Tang San, and walked out of Old Jack's house.

After giving the mud-brick house, which had been uninhabited for several years, a quick clean, Tang Hao felt a bit hungry. He casually tossed the newborn Tang San onto the table, took out some leftover beast meat from his soul tool, and while eating, he suddenly thought of Ah Yin. He cried for a while before going to bed.

As for little Tang San, he was already crying his eyes out on the table...

After waking up, Tang Hao got out of bed and saw Tang San, who had fainted from hunger. He sighed, "Poor child, let's heat up some animal milk for him. Luckily, before I came to Holy Soul Village, I slaughtered a sow and squeezed out a bottle of its milk."

Before long, after finishing a bowl of pig's milk, Tang San's complexion finally regained a rosy hue.

Holding the baby and standing outside, Tang Hao's face was full of worry, concerned that his actions would implicate the Haotian Sect.

Holy Soul Village is just a small village, where news travels slowly, and things from the Soul Master world rarely reach here.

Feeling increasingly uneasy, he decided to go to Nottingham to find out more.

After settling Tang San on the wooden bed and covering him with blankets, Tang Hao turned and left the house, heading towards Notting City.

He arrived at a bustling tavern in Nottingham, and as soon as he sat down, he tapped the table and said in a deep voice, "Three bottles of ale!"

"Okay!" the boss replied.

"Hey, have you heard? The Clear Sky Sect was wiped out by the Spirit Hall!"

"Haotian Sect? Never heard of it."

"Never even heard of the Haotian Sect? What a bumpkin! That's the number one sect in the world!"

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Several guests nearby were talking animatedly, discussing the latest intelligence from the mainland.

What?! The Clear Sky Sect was wiped out by the Spirit Hall?!

Tang Hao was struck dumb, his anger surging forth. His eyes were bloodshot, and he was panting heavily. He strode over to the table of guests, grabbed one of them by the collar, and demanded, "Are you telling the truth?"

"What... what do you want to do? I'm telling the truth. This matter has been widely discussed on the mainland, but it seems that some people from the Haotian Sect have escaped. I don't know the specifics."

The guest swallowed hard and said in a trembling voice.

"Hmph!" Tang Hao released the man, smashed the table in front of the guests with a single punch, causing an uproar. He then turned and left the tavern, roaring, "Spirit Hall, you've already met your demise!"

"Since you destroyed my Clear Sky Sect, then I'll destroy your Spirit Hall. First, I'll go to Soto City and collect some interest!"

Although Tang Hao was filled with grief and indignation, he was not blinded by anger. He knew that if he made a move in Notting City, the Spirit Hall might be able to track him down to Holy Soul Village, so he chose to make his move in Soto City, which was farther away.

It's a pity for little Tang San; I wonder if Tang Hao will starve to death on this round trip...

The words are divided into two parts.

Qian Renchen returned in triumph, but did not return to his ordinary academy life, because he had destroyed his own soul ring in the battle against the Haotian Sect, and his body was injured.

After resting for a while, Qian Daoliu, worried about Qian Renchen's health, took him to the Douluo Palace and used the Angelic Light to heal his body and nourish his soul.

Originally, this light contained a strong divine purifying power; if he only had the Rakshasa Demon Sword as his martial soul, it might have had the opposite effect.

However, he is a contradiction, possessing both a sacred martial spirit and an extremely evil and bizarre martial spirit, making him a combination of the sacred and the evil.

The angelic light shone on him, but it did not harm him.

The backlash from the brutal removal of the spirit rings is slowly healing.

"Don't rush to remove your second spirit ring. Wait until your body has recovered for a while before coming to see me again."

Qian Daoliu met his grandson's slightly displeased gaze and patted his head affectionately.

This kid finally showed his temper, which really made this old man feel both gratified and warm inside.

"Alright." Qian Renchen pouted and quickly walked out of the Douluo Palace.

As soon as he returned to his courtyard, he saw Qian Renxue running towards him with her brows furrowed and her almond eyes filled with anger.

"What's wrong, sister?" Qian Renchen asked with a smile, knowing full well what was going on.

"You little rascal, Ah Chen! You actually went to the Haotian Sect with Grandpa and the others without telling me! Do you know how worried I was about you?"

A faint fragrance wafted by, and Qian Renxue was already in front of him, speaking as she tried to grab his ear.

Qian Renchen's eyes flashed, how could he let her succeed? He channeled his soul power downwards, into his legs, and his figure became ethereal, retreating seven or eight steps in the blink of an eye.

Qian Renxue was stunned for a moment, then angrily said, "You brat, you dare to hide from your sister? I'll show you what I'm capable of, and I'll teach you how to sneak out without calling me!"

"Don't touch me, you tigress!" Qian Renchen shouted, his figure moving like a dragon, and in a few leaps he had already run far away.

"Who are you calling a tigress? Don't run away!" Qian Renxue's pretty face flushed red, both angry and hot, and she chased after him fiercely.