Douluo Continent: This Tang San is different

Chapter 242 Tang Yuehua's Visit - Deception

"It's been a long time, Master Tang."

Tang San received Tang Yuehua in the living room, poured her tea, and politely asked, "May I ask what brings you here today?"

"Little San, won't you even call me 'Auntie'?" Tang Yuehua's face was slightly bitter. "Your father has already returned to the Haotian Sect, and the sect is willing to let you acknowledge your ancestors and return to the clan..."

Someone came to deliver a message?

Setting down his teacup, Tang San's eyes remained calm as he said indifferently, "If Master Tang is only here to tell me this, then there's nothing more to say."

"To me, the Clear Sky Sect is no match for the Spirit Hall."

"On the mainland, apart from sects like the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School, which can only provide support and are willing to recruit outsiders on a large scale, the rest judge whether someone is a direct disciple based on their martial soul, placing too much emphasis on the inheritance of bloodlines."

"Of course, the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School is only slightly better."

"This kind of family or sect based on martial spirit is very good for the 'small family,' but it is not a good thing for the 'big family,' that is, the entire human race."

Because of my own experiences, my focus is on the "greater good," so let's not let my thoughts be confined to the "smaller family," okay?

Although it was the first time Tang Yuehua had heard the English word "OK," she understood its meaning: don't bother him anymore.

but--

"The Haotian Sect ultimately gave you its bloodline! That's where your roots are!"

Despite Tang Yuehua's earnest advice, Tang San patiently said, "If the Clear Sky Sect is my root, then the Clear Sky Sect should be proud of me, instead of confining me to the small Clear Sky Sect."

"Just like trees, after they grow up, they flower, bear fruit, and the seeds can grow into a new big tree... It's impossible for a tree to swallow its own seeds, right?"

"Furthermore, compared to the Haotian Sect, Holy Soul Village is my true home."

Tang Yuehua understood the first two sentences, but couldn't comprehend the third: "How could Holy Soul Village be your root? The villagers there aren't your kind at all!"

"Indeed, none of them are Soul Masters. In fact, in your eyes, the disciples of the Clear Sky Sect, and some Soul Masters, they may be cowardly, stingy, and petty, with countless flaws, deserving to spend their lives toiling in the fields, never to rise above their circumstances."

Tang San's tone became slightly more forceful.

"But, my childhood was there—"

"For those six years, I ate the food grown on the same land and drank the water drawn from the same well as them."

"Although I don't live there often anymore, I go back to visit every year. Even now, I might even meet you in my dreams."

Although his words were simple, Tang Yuehua could hear Tang San's longing for that period of his life.

If she had been born into that kind of environment, would she have had the same mentality as Tang San?

Unconsciously, a longing arose in her heart.

"For me now, memory is the essence of a person, not the so-called bloodline."

Tang San's words resonated deeply with Tang Yuehua: "Although the Spirit Hall initially relied on bloodline inheritance, with all the previous popes being of the Angel lineage, after Bibi Dong took office, it seems to have taken on a 'selection of the virtuous and capable' aspect. I prefer this 'the capable rise, the mediocre fall' promotion method, as it is closer to fairness."

"This is also one of the reasons why the Spirit Hall has been able to grow stronger and stronger over the past ten years since Bibi Dong took power."

"Of course, the Spirit Hall also has many internal problems... But which power doesn't have internal problems? At least, I see that the Spirit Hall is working hard to improve... As long as the Pope doesn't go crazy, the Spirit Hall can bear abundant fruit in the future."

silence.

After he finished speaking, there was a silent silence.

After a while, Tang San continued to ask, "Master Tang, I once analyzed the Ruyi Ring for you, but now it seems that you still haven't given up on Yuexuan and can't live your own life."

Hearing this, Tang Yuehua opened her mouth and said with a bitter smile, "Indeed, I want to let go of my pride, but I don't even have the courage. This can't even be called pride; it's just a pathetic sense of self-esteem..."

At this point, Tang Yuehua suddenly paused, murmuring "pathetic pride," as if she had suddenly understood something, realizing, "So, the pride of the Haotian Sect is just this pathetic pride?"

"So that's how it is!"

"No wonder that since Grandpa left the sect, no peerless master has ever emerged. My father, a titled Douluo, actually died of anger because he couldn't bear the psychological pressure... It wasn't because he lacked talent, but because we hadn't yet stepped out of Grandpa's protection and still thought the Clear Sky Sect was the best in the world!"

"But in fact, the number one person in the world is my grandfather, not a descendant of Haotian!"

"I understand! I understand everything!"

After figuring all this out, Tang Yuehua seemed to have let go of something. She felt the shackles on her body shatter, and a wisp of soul power actually emerged within her body, which began to grow stronger continuously.

"My soul power has reached level ten!"

Sensing her own state, Tang Yuehua was both amused and exasperated. "So, what you said was true."

"Congratulations, Master Tang." Tang San congratulated him, "However, I observe that Master Tang has not completely let go. I estimate that once you reach level nineteen, you will be stuck for a long time again."

"I am already content to have reached the Soul Master realm." Tang Yuehua shook her head, already certain in her heart that Tang San's analysis for her was correct.

Only by truly letting go of pride and understanding martial spirits can one go further on the path of a soul master.

But how difficult it is to let go of true pride?

Her ability to increase her soul power by one level is simply a result of some inner peace.

"San'er, how about your aunt stays at your house these days?" Tang Yuehua asked tentatively.

"To send messages to the Clear Sky Sect? To spy on me?" Tang San retorted without any politeness. "And besides, is your Moon Pavilion closed?"

"Just like you said, I want to live for myself," Tang Yuehua smiled.

"Yeah?"

Tang San couldn't discern Tang Yuehua's thoughts. He slowly rose, preparing to see her off, but then suddenly asked, "Has Tang Chen returned to the Clear Sky Sect?"

"How did you know..." Tang Yuehua immediately covered her mouth, staring at Tang San in disbelief, not understanding how he knew about this.

"Looks like it's time to return to the sect."

After their trip to the City of Slaughter, Tang San wondered if Tang Chen had regained his senses, but he was unsure whether he would go to reminisce with his old flame Poseidon or return to the Clear Sky Sect.

Originally, Tang San guessed the former, after all, Tang Chen was parasitized by the Crimson Nine-Headed Bat King, and even if he got rid of it, his body would be riddled with holes and he wouldn't live for long.

But now, instead of going to find Poseidon, he's returned to the Clear Sky Sect—

It seems his body isn't beyond saving yet. It's probably different from the original story; the toxins in his blood weren't activated by the Crimson Swan Kiss... But Tang Chen probably isn't at his peak either, otherwise the Haotian Sect would have made a high-profile announcement of his return to the sect.

"Please don't tell the higher-ups at the Spirit Hall, okay?" Tang Yuehua pleaded.

"Hmm~ I think I'm the Holy Son of the Spirit Hall." Tang San answered irrelevantly, but he had already made his stance clear to Tang Yuehua: he was on the side of the Spirit Hall.

"Just consider that we share the same bloodline, and give Auntie some face," Tang Yuehua pleaded.

"Of course we must give face to the Master of Yuexuan." Tang San seemed to agree, but Tang Yuehua felt even more sorrowful, because it meant that Tang San still did not acknowledge her as his aunt.

Give Yuexuan Pavilion Master face.

They didn't give their aunt any face.

Good second brother, what foolish things did you do back then?

"But do you really think the Spirit Hall doesn't know?" Tang San continued, "After all, the City of Slaughter has always been under the surveillance and guard of the Spirit Hall."

"What does this have to do with the City of Slaughter?" Tang Yuehua asked, confused.

"It seems the sect doesn't trust you much."

Realizing that Tang Yuehua seemed genuinely unaware of anything, Tang San revealed a mocking smile—

Tang Chen's return to the sect, even without mentioning where he has been all these years, is something Tang Hao, who awakened him, will surely know. Based on his understanding of Tang Hao, he will definitely tell Tang Xiao.

Tang Yuehua's intelligence transmission must have involved contact with Tang Xiao...

But now it seems that Tang Xiao didn't tell Tang Yuehua where her grandfather had gone all these years.

An ordinary person would think it was to avoid making the woman worry.

But for Tang Yuehua, who was born into the Haotian Sect, this was an insult!

In reality, things were a little worse than Tang San had imagined. Currently, almost all the direct disciples of the Clear Sky Sect knew where Tang Chen had been all these years, except for Tang Yuehua, who was kept in the dark.

Although she was also the biological child of the former Clear Sky Sect Master, her martial soul was not the Clear Sky Hammer, and she ultimately received some differential treatment.

"Tang Chen is the King of Slaughter in the City of Slaughter." Tang San revealed the truth, then gave a false piece of information: "Do you think the Spirit Hall wouldn't know this? If it weren't for their fear of the King of Slaughter's strength, all those Title Douluos in the Spirit Hall would have already conquered that city that can grant others the God of Slaughter Domain and taken control of it."

Tang Yuehua was stunned, inwardly cursing herself for being so stupid as to not have thought of this.

"Something happened in the City of Slaughter recently. All the Fallen Ones inside are dead, and the King of Slaughter is also missing. Do you think the Spirit Hall wouldn't suspect that Tang Chen has returned to the Clear Sky Sect?" Tang San continued to deceive them. "Also, as the Holy Son of the Spirit Hall, I received some news that the reason Tang Chen was in the City of Slaughter was to undergo the divine test of the God of Asura, hoping to break through to level 100 and become a god."

"You didn't know any of this, did you?"

"You can compile the information I gave you into a report that you obtained from people related to the Spirit Hall, and then pass it on to the Clear Sky Sect to see how your elder brother reacts."

When Tang Yuehua left the Silver Blue Manor, her eyes finally refocused. She looked back at Tang San, who was waving at her, and suddenly realized that he was "sowing discord".

But this is a blatant, overt scheme.

The other party has seized his weakness—his pride in proving himself to the Haotian Sect and his desire to gain the recognition of the entire Haotian Sect. If he cannot gain the trust of the Haotian Sect and keeps it from him, and even his brother and grandfather are unwilling to tell him the truth, then wouldn't all his efforts over the past half of his life be ridiculous?

For a moment, Tang Yuehua dared not send this "message" to the sect...

(End of this chapter)