Douluo Continent: Twin Angels, Heartless Rakshasa

Ghost Douluo looked at the corpse of the white crane by the roadside and noticed that the ring in his hand seemed to be a soul tool. He squatted down and pulled it off.

He probed into it with his spiritual power, and found that most of the items inside were not worth much money, but there was a jade box made of good material.

This caught his attention, and Ghost Douluo took the box out of the soul tool.

He opened it and his pupils contracted slightly. "What is this? It's a huge ginseng root!"

What came into view was a blood-red ginseng that was over a foot long.

The ginseng was crystal clear and sparkling.

The surface of the ginseng has a distinct layer of protrusions, which connect to form a pattern that looks like a five-clawed dragon.

Slowly closing the box, the ghost muttered to itself, "When we get back, I'll ask Yue Guan. He's very knowledgeable about plants and should know what kind of ginseng this is."

His gaze swept around, and he noticed that many people had noticed what he was holding.

He couldn't help but sigh inwardly, thinking that this ginseng would probably have to be offered to the High Priest or the new Pope.

……

Haotian Sect.

Night fell, and the dim yellow light from the castle shone through the windows as Haotian Sect disciples patrolled in twos and threes outside the castle.

It was called a patrol, but in reality, it was just wandering around outside Haotian Castle.

These Haotian Sect disciples didn't resemble the sect's elite; they were all nonchalant and didn't take patrolling seriously at all, treating it as just a routine check-in and slacking off.

In the past, Tang Chen made a great name for himself in the world of soul masters, making the Clear Sky Sect the leader of the three upper sects, and no one dared to offend him.

This made the disciples of the Haotian Sect proud, but it also made them live a comfortable and lazy life.

However, the scene inside the sect leader's bedroom was completely different from the outside.

Sect Master Tang Wei was already seriously ill, and when he learned that Tang Hao had killed the Pope, he was so anxious that his condition worsened.

He fell ill and was bedridden, unable to move.

Not long ago, he ordered the elders of the Clear Sky Sect to go to the Spirit Hall to apologize.

Unexpectedly, they arrived at the Pope's funeral. The elders had a sudden inspiration and changed their plans to offer condolences, but they were driven out by the people from the Spirit Hall.

Upon hearing this news, he was extremely worried and summoned the elders of the Haotian Sect, as well as his son and daughter.

At this moment, all the high-ranking members of the Haotian Sect had gathered around his sickbed.

Tang Wei, his face ashen, sat on the bed with Tang Yuehua's help, and asked in a trembling voice, "Where's Hao'er? Has he returned?"

"Father, Brother Hao... Brother Hao sent a letter saying that he has let down the sect. Since the sect has announced his expulsion, he will never return to the Haotian Sect in order not to implicate the sect." Tang Xiao knelt down in front of the bed and whispered.

"You unfilial son...cough cough..." Tang Wei felt a tightness in his chest, and he coughed violently, blood and phlegm flying everywhere. He gripped the brocade quilt beneath him tightly, and it took him a long time to catch his breath.

"That unfilial son...cough cough...he's just shirking his responsibility!"

"Dad, Dad, please calm down." Tang Yuehua cried, tears streaming down her face, and choked back sobs as she used a handkerchief to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth while gently patting his back.

Her once tall and robust father was now skin and bones, his once black hair now dry and white, which caused Tang Yuehua immense grief.

"Yes, elder brother, don't be angry." Several elders surrounded the bed, their faces full of anxiety, trying to persuade him.

"Come closer, all of you." Tang Wei frowned and said hoarsely, "My days are numbered... cough... I have a few things to announce now."

Upon hearing this, those present moved closer together.

Seeing his strong-willed father in this state, Tang Xiao burst into tears and choked out, "No, Father will be alright. I haven't been able to fulfill my filial duty to my father yet."

"Xiao'er, everyone dies eventually. There's no need to be sad, and certainly no need to cry."

Tang Wei wanted to raise his hand to wipe away Tang Xiao's tears, just like when they were children, but now he even had difficulty speaking, and his hands felt like they were filled with lead, so he couldn't lift them at all.

His gaze shifted to the Second Elder, and he said weakly, "Second Brother, I... cough cough, how did the matter I asked you to do go?"

"Brother, the matter has been settled. The four single-attribute clans have handed over the money to the sect," the Second Elder said respectfully.

A relieved smile finally appeared on Tang Wei's sallow old face. "Alright, take the sect's assets... to Tiandou City, to that steep mountain peak."

"Cough cough... Only by going there to take refuge can our Clear Sky Sect avoid the Spirit Hall's retaliation."

"The four single-attribute families... we don't need to worry about them. Whether they live or die is up to fate."

Long ago, Qian Daoliu and his father Tang Chen fought a great battle on that mountain peak.

After losing half a move to Tang Chen, Qian Daoliu made a pact that he would never set foot on the mountain where the final battle would take place in his lifetime.

As long as they can cultivate in seclusion on that mountain peak, the Haotian Sect will have a chance to rise again.

"Brother, are we really going to abandon our current foundation... and go to that godforsaken place?" the Seventh Elder asked hesitantly.

"Foolish!" Tang Wei's chest throbbed with pain, his breathing became rapid, and he roared, "If we stay here, we might face retaliation from the Spirit Hall."

"Cough cough cough... The Spirit Hall is powerful, Father's whereabouts are unknown, and our Clear Sky Sect only has Xiao'er, a newly promoted Title Douluo. How can we possibly stop the Spirit Hall?!"

"Father, please calm down, please calm down." Tang Xiao gently patted his chest, his tearful eyes filled with worry.

"Sect Master, I was wrong." The Seventh Elder realized he had said the wrong thing and lowered his head.

"Sigh~" Tang Wei suddenly felt his spirits improve, and a glimmer of brightness appeared in his cloudy eyes. He said in a deep voice, "After my death, Xiao'er will inherit the position of sect leader. Elders, I hope you will assist Xiao'er well."

"As for Hao'er, if he wants to return to the sect in the future, do not stop him. Let him come back."

"Yes, Sect Master." The elders respectfully performed the sect salute together.

As for the request to bring Tang Hao back, that was selectively forgotten.

The Third Elder hesitated and asked, "Sect Master, what about your health?"

"It's just a last gasp before my time comes; my days are numbered."

Tang Wei first gestured to Tang Yuehua that she didn't need to be helped anymore, then said, "You guys go out first, let me have a final word with my children."

"Yes." The elders exchanged glances and left the palace together.

After dismissing the others, Tang Wei said, "Besides worrying about Hao'er, my biggest concern is Yuehua."

"She will never be able to break through level ten in her lifetime. Those elders look down on her from the bottom of their hearts. After I leave, some elders may humiliate her in every way."

"Xiao'er, you must protect your sister and not let her suffer any injustice."

"Dad..." Tang Yuehua burst into tears, making a firm decision in her heart: if the elders in the sect could not tolerate her, then she would go out and make a name for herself.

Tang Xiao said firmly, "Father, rest assured, I will definitely take good care of my sister."

"boom--"

Suddenly, the palace shook violently, and a loud booming sound came from outside.

Immediately afterwards, flames burst into the sky, and screams, wails, and the sound of signal flares soaring into the sky echoed into the palace.