Reborn in Douyi: Huo Yuhao and his wife kill Tang San!

Although Tang Hao, the Haotian Douluo, had some estrangement from his sect due to his wife A Yin's situation, and even lived in seclusion here for many years, he never truly abandoned the Haotian Sect in his heart.

The news that a child with innate full soul power had appeared in the neighboring Soul King Village naturally did not escape his ears.

"Huo Yuhao... six years old, born with full soul power, his martial soul seems to be eyes?" Tang Hao stood in front of his simple house, his gaze seemingly able to penetrate the village and see the blue-haired boy.

His rough fingers unconsciously rubbed together: "The talent is not bad. It's a pity he's not a disciple of my Haotian Sect."

In the survival rules of the top powers on the mainland, geniuses have only two fates:

Either bring them under our control and make them the cornerstone of our sect's growth, or completely eliminate them before they grow strong enough to prevent them from becoming a major threat in the future.

Tang Hao was well aware of this.

He admired talent, but he was even more loyal to his sect.

If this child cannot be used by the Haotian Sect, then the best course of action is to let him die "accidentally".

When he thought of the sect, the image of the exceptionally talented young sect leader, Wang Dong'er, involuntarily came to mind.

She possesses twin martial souls and was already a Soul Douluo several years ago.

Still a member of a different family... Whenever he thought about it, Tang Hao felt a complex mix of emotions.

There was a sense of relief at the emergence of such a genius in the sect, but also an indescribable awkwardness and wariness.

Her progress in strength was too rapid and too dazzling, and she didn't seem to have much... reverence for the sect's traditions.

"I haven't seen her for six or seven years. I wonder what state she's in now?" Tang Hao muttered to himself, a glint of light flashing in his eyes.

In any case, the interests of the sect are paramount.

If that boy named Huo Yuhao is sensible, he might be brought into the sect for further consideration.

If he harbors ulterior motives or makes contact with other forces... then Tang Hao wouldn't mind personally taking action to eliminate a potential future threat to the sect.

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When the old wooden door was knocked on, Huo Yuhao was sitting cross-legged on the only relatively intact straw mat in the room, trying to activate the cultivation method of the Purple Demon Eye from his memory.

The dull knocking sound sent a chill down his spine. His keen senses, granted by his spiritual eyes, allowed him to detect in advance a massive, restrained fluctuation of soul power, as solid as a mountain.

Upon opening the door, a tall figure almost completely blocked the doorway.

The newcomer was dressed in a faded, worn-out linen robe, with disheveled hair and a stubble beard, but a sharp glint occasionally flashed in the depths of his seemingly cloudy eyes.

Huo Yuhao's heart sank—Tang Hao!

How could he have forgotten this "father-in-law"?

Yes, although the commotion caused by his awakening of innate full soul power was not big, it was enough to attract the attention of Haotian Douluo, who lived in seclusion next to Holy Soul Village.

In the blink of an eye, countless thoughts flashed through Huo Yuhao's mind.

Tang Hao may seem颓废 (颓废 is a difficult word to translate directly, but it implies a state of listlessness, decadence, or dejection), but he is actually domineering, protective of his own, and has a deep mind. He also has an obsessive defense of his sect.

His coming to our door now is definitely not for anything good.

He was just a six-year-old child, his soul power was not yet attached, and he was no different from an ant in front of a titled Douluo.

To fight head-on is suicidal; the only option is to... maneuver.

"Uncle, who are you looking for?" Huo Yuhao looked up, trying to make his eyes appear clear yet with a hint of appropriate timidity.

Tang Hao did not answer, his gaze sweeping over Huo Yuhao's entire body as if it were a physical object, lingering for a moment on his blue hair and unusually bright eyes.

Then, without any hesitation, he squeezed into the small room as if he were entering his own home.

The interior was so sparsely furnished that everything was laid out at a glance. Apart from a bed and a mattress, there was only a crooked wooden table and two broken wooden stools.

"Innate full soul power, 'Eyes' martial soul..." Tang Hao's hoarse voice rang out, carrying a condescending scrutiny.

"Kid, you should be glad you didn't agree to join the Spirit Hall on the spot."

Before he finished speaking, he casually raised his hand and gently placed it on the only wooden table beside him.

Snap—Splash!

The sturdy wooden table didn't even make a loud sound before it was as if struck by an invisible giant hammer, instantly turning into a uniform dust on the ground, leaving not even a slightly larger piece of wood behind.

Huo Yuhao gasped sharply, his face turning pale instantly. He shrank back, his eyes revealing genuine shock and feigned panic.

Her voice trembled: "Uncle... Uncle... You... You took away our only table..."

Seeing the little boy almost crying from fright, Tang Hao felt a surge of satisfaction.

Very good, the deterrent effect has been achieved.

To deal with a country boy who has never seen the world, first crush his familiar things with absolute force to break down his defenses, and then extend an olive branch. This often yields twice the result with half the effort.

He no longer concealed it. With a slight thought, a hammer, entirely black and seemingly simple yet exuding a weight as heavy as a mountain, slowly materialized before him.

"Child, don't be afraid." Tang Hao forced a smile, trying to put on a kind expression.

But Huo Yuhao found it particularly stiff and hypocritical.

"I come from the top of the three upper sects, the Clear Sky Sect. See this hammer? The Clear Sky Hammer, the number one weapon spirit on the continent! Your talent is quite good; it's a pity it's buried in this small village. Come back to the Clear Sky Sect with me, how about it?"

He deliberately slowed his speech, but the meaning behind his words was all too clear—to flex his muscles, announce his background, and then to recruit.

It seems like you have a choice, but in reality, you have no choice at all.

That Haotian Hammer is a silent threat: agree, and your future will be bright; refuse, and this table will serve as a warning.

Huo Yuhao sneered inwardly, cursing Tang Hao's ancestors for eighteen generations.

For a titled Douluo to use such methods to coerce a six-year-old child, he has absolutely no shame.

But his expression quickly switched to a complex mix of fear, curiosity, and a little longing, his eyes sparkling as he looked at the Haotian Hammer.

"Wow! The number one weapon spirit on the continent! So...so amazing!" he exclaimed, a sound befitting a child his age.

Then, cautiously and with a hint of anticipation, she asked, "Uncle, if I go to the Clear Sky Sect, will I be able to eat my fill every day? Will the sect... help me find powerful spirit rings?"

He deliberately steered the issue toward the most practical and childlike needs, further solidifying his "naive and easily fooled" persona.

Sure enough, when he heard the words "the number one weapon spirit on the continent" spoken by the child in an admiring tone, a look of pride and satisfaction flashed across Tang Hao's eyes.

Yes, that's it!

The reputation of the Haotian Hammer should inspire awe and longing in everyone!

It seems the child has been intimidated and is starting to be tempted.

Ultimately, can a child from a poor background resist the temptation of "having enough to eat" and "becoming powerful"?

With a little enticement, he'll obediently follow, and become a useful tool for the sect in the future.

Tang Hao's "kind" smile seemed a bit more genuine.

He laughed heartily: "Of course! How could the Clear Sky Sect mistreat a genius? Not only will you have meat at every meal, but we'll also have sect elders personally guide you in hunting for the most suitable high-limit spirit rings. Becoming a renowned spirit master across the continent, respected by all, will be a piece of cake."

He was engrossed in his idyllic vision, preparing to add fuel to the fire and finalize the matter—

boom!

The wooden door, which wasn't very sturdy to begin with, was pushed open from the outside by a gentle force.

The intense afternoon sunlight suddenly flooded into the dimly lit room, outlining the tall, slender figure that had suddenly appeared at the door as if it were edged with gold.

The person stood against the light, making it difficult to see their face at first glance.

But her tall and graceful figure, and the aloof and noble aura that emanated from her, so out of place in this dilapidated village, made the two people in the house pause in surprise.