Douro Continent

Chapter 1 Introduction: Tang Jia San Shao's Transmigration

Sichuan and Chongqing have always been known as the "Land of Abundance," and among them, the most famous sect is undoubtedly the Tang Clan.

The Tang Clan is located in a mysterious place. Many people only know that it is halfway up a mountain, but the top of the mountain where the Tang Clan is located has a terrifying name - Ghost's Sorrow.

If you throw a stone from the Ghost's Sorrow Cliff, it takes a full nineteen seconds to hear the echo as it falls to the bottom of the mountain. This shows how high it is. It is precisely because of these nineteen seconds that it is even higher than the eighteen levels of hell, hence the name.

A young man dressed in gray stood atop Ghost's Sorrow Peak. The biting mountain wind could not move his body in the slightest. The large "Tang" character on his chest indicated that he came from the Tang Clan, and the gray clothes signified that he was an outer disciple of the Tang Clan.

He is twenty-nine years old this year. Because he entered the Tang Sect shortly after birth, he ranks third among the outer disciples, so they call him Third Young Master. Of course, when it comes to the inner disciples, he becomes Tang San.

From its inception, the Tang Clan has been divided into two branches: the outer branch consists of disciples from other families or those who have been granted the surname Tang, while the inner branch consists of direct descendants of the Tang Clan, whose lineage is passed down through generations.

At this moment, Tang San's face was full of expressions, sometimes laughing, sometimes crying, but no matter what, he could not hide his heartfelt excitement.

For twenty-nine years, ever since he was picked up by Elder Tang Lan, an outer sect elder, and brought back to the Tang Sect as an infant, the Tang Sect has been his home, and the Tang Sect's hidden weapons are everything to him.

Suddenly, Tang San's expression changed drastically, but he quickly regained his composure and muttered to himself with a bitter expression, "What was bound to happen has finally happened."

Seventeen figures, seventeen white figures, came from the mountainside towards the summit like leaping stars. The youngest of these seventeen figures was over fifty years old, and each of them had a solemn expression. The white robes they wore represented the inner sect, while the golden Tang characters on their chests were the symbol of Tang Sect elders.

The Tang Clan's Inner Elder Hall, including the sect leader Tang Da, has a total of seventeen elders, and it was precisely these seventeen who were climbing the mountain at this moment. Even a martial arts tournament wouldn't be enough to mobilize all the Tang Clan's elders at the same time, considering that the oldest among these elders is over two cycles of sixty years old.

These Tang Clan elders were all highly skilled, and in the blink of an eye, they had already reached the mountaintop.

When outer disciples see inner elders, they have no choice but to kneel down to greet them. But at this moment, Tang San did not move. He simply watched as these solemn-faced elders came to him, blocking all his way. Behind him was Gui Jianchou.

After setting down the three Buddha's Wrath Tang Lotuses, Tang San cast one last, reluctant glance, a relieved smile playing on his lips. He had succeeded after all. After twenty years of hard work, he had finally completed the pinnacle of the Tang family's outer sect hidden weapons. The satisfaction he felt was indescribable.

At this moment, Tang San felt that nothing else mattered to him. Whether it was violating the sect rules or facing life and death, it all seemed to have come to an end with the three blooming Tang Lotuses in front of him. The Buddha's Wrath Tang Lotus, the most domineering hidden weapon in the world was born in his hands. What could be more exciting for Tang San, who had been immersed in hidden weapons all his life?

"I know that sneaking into the inner sect and stealing the sect's secret techniques is an unforgivable crime, forbidden by the sect rules. But Tang San can swear to heaven that he has never revealed any of the sect's secret techniques he stole to the outside world. I say this not to seek the elders' leniency, but simply to tell them that Tang San has never forgotten his roots. Not before, and not ever."

Tang San was remarkably calm, perhaps the calmest he had ever been in his life. Looking at the vast, ancient-style courtyards of the Tang Clan on the mountainside, feeling the air that belonged to the Tang Clan, Tang San's eyes welled up with tears. From the day he became aware of the world, he could say he was born for the Tang Clan, and now, it was time to dedicate himself to the Tang Clan once more, fulfilling his life's pursuit.

The elders remained silent, still reeling from the appearance of the Buddha's Wrath Tang Lotus. Two hundred years—a full two hundred years—and the Buddha's Wrath Tang Lotus had appeared in the hands of an outer disciple. What did this mean? This peerless hidden weapon, unmatched in its power and impossible for even members of the Tang Clan to withstand, undoubtedly represented the arrival of another peak for the Tang Clan.

Seeing the elders bowing their heads in silence, Tang San smiled brightly, "Everything Tang San has is given to him by the Tang Sect. Whether it's his life or the abilities he possesses, they are all bestowed upon him by the Tang Sect. No matter when, Tang San is a member of the Tang Sect in life and a ghost of the Tang Sect in death. I know that the elders will not allow the corpse of an outer disciple like me, who has violated the sect rules, to remain in the Tang Sect. In that case, let my bones dissolve in the natural world of Sichuan."

Tang San's calm, even somewhat excited voice finally woke the elders. When the elders looked up at him, they saw a layer of milky white energy instantly spreading from his body.

"The Mysterious Heaven Treasure Record? You actually learned the highest internal skill of our sect from the Mysterious Heaven Treasure Record?" Master Tang exclaimed in disbelief.

With a loud bang, as the elders retreated to avoid any unforeseen circumstances, what they saw was Tang San completely naked.

Tang San smiled, a bright smile. "I came naked, and I will leave naked. The Buddha's Wrath Lotus is the last gift I leave to the Tang Sect. Now, apart from myself, I have taken nothing else from the Tang Sect. The secret manuals are all under the first brick inside the door of my room. I will now return everything to the Tang Sect."

"Hahahahahahaha..." Tang San laughed wildly, then took a step back. At that moment, the Tang Clan elders suddenly realized that none of them had time to stop him. His body, shrouded in white light, rushed towards Gui Jianchou in front of him like lightning. His tall and proud body soared into the air and headed towards the clouds in the mountains.

"Wait a minute." Mr. Tang finally realized what was happening, but it was too late for him to say anything.

The fog was thick, carrying a dampness that took away the sunlight and also took away Tang San, who had dedicated his life to the Tang Clan and hidden weapons.

Time seemed to stand still. Mr. Tang's hands trembled as he held up the three lotus flowers before him. His eyes welled up with tears. "Tang San, oh Tang San, why did you do this? You've surprised us far too much..."

"Brother," the Second Elder stepped forward, "why grieve over this traitor?"

Master Tang's gaze instantly turned cold, and a chill emanated from his entire body as he glared at the Second Elder. "Who are you calling a traitor? Have you ever seen a traitor who wouldn't flee after obtaining the sect's highest secret manual? Have you ever seen a traitor who would die to prove their innocence? Have you ever seen someone who possessed a peerless hidden weapon capable of destroying any master in the Tang Sect give it to the Tang Sect as a final gift? Tang San is not a traitor; he is the most outstanding genius in the sect in the last two hundred years."

The second elder was stunned. "But he secretly learned our sect's techniques..."

Mr. Tang suddenly interrupted, "If you can also make the Buddha's Wrath Tang Lotus, I won't care what you steal. You're wrong, and I'm wrong too. Just a moment ago, we actually watched the opportunity for the Tang Clan to shine again slip away before our eyes."

The elders gathered around, their expressions complex, a mixture of confusion, sadness, sighs, and above all, regret.

"You need not say anything more. Issue my order: all disciples of this sect must mobilize and search for Tang San at Ghost's Sorrow. Find him alive or dead. At the same time, from this moment on, Tang San is promoted to an inner disciple of this sect. If he is still alive, he will be my sole successor as sect leader."

"Yes, Sect Leader." All the elders bowed in unison to obey.

If Tang San were still on this cliff, and could still hear Master Tang's words, even in death he would be gratified, knowing his efforts had not been in vain. But all of this came too late.

The Ghost's Sorrow, a place that takes nineteen seconds to throw down even a single stone, seemingly surpassing the eighteen levels of hell, how could it possibly allow a living person to be released and returned by the clouds and mist? Tang San is gone, he has left this world forever, but his other destiny has just begun.

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