Douro Continent

Chapter 280 The Mystery of His Origins and Haotian Douluo (Part 1)

Thinking of all this, Tang San suddenly remembered the letter his father had left him before he left. He ran his right hand across the Twenty-Four Bridges Under the Moonlit Night scroll at his waist and took out the yellowed letter. He handed it to Titan in front of him, "Senior, is this handwriting you recognize? My father left this letter when I was six years old and never came back."

The letter was displayed in front of Tang San and Titan. Tang San often took it out to look at it. It was the only trace left by his father. Whenever he saw this letter, he could not suppress his longing for his father.

"Mistress:

By the time you read this letter, I will have already passed away.

Don't look for me, you won't find me.

Although you are still young, you are capable of taking care of yourself.

Only by spreading their wings can fledgling eagles take flight earlier.

Don't worry about me; you've inherited a lot of your mother's sensitivity in your personality.

My father is a useless person.

As you grow older, Dad needs to reclaim some things that rightfully belong to me.

One day, my son and I will meet again.

I want you to become strong, but I also don't want you to become strong. It's your path, you choose for yourself.

If one day you feel that the Soul Master profession is not good, then go back to Holy Soul Village and become a blacksmith like me.

Don't worry about it.

Tang Hao.

Tang San had always regarded this letter as a memory, a way to express his longing for his father. But now, looking at the letter again, and considering the vague identity revealed by Titan, the contents of the letter seemed to have taken on a completely different meaning.

The line, "I hope you become strong, but I also don't want you to become strong," perfectly captures Tang Hao's extremely conflicted feelings when he left that letter. His father said he wanted to take back what rightfully belonged to him—but what could that be?

After reading the letter, Titan was momentarily lost in thought and couldn't help but mutter to himself, "Master, how can you say you are a useless person? In my heart, you will always be the pillar of the family."

Looking down at Tang San, Titan carefully handed back the letter in his hand, "Young Master, yes, this handwriting is yours."

"My father was born into the Haotian Sect? Senior, I beg you, tell me the truth of all this. If my father was born into the Haotian Sect, then why is he living with me in Holy Soul Village? What exactly happened in between? Please tell me. I must know the secret behind this."

Titan looked at Tang San, tears welling up in his eyes again. He could fully imagine the lonely and helpless life Tang San had led all these years, having lost his mother at a young age and his father when he was six. He couldn't help but open his arms and embrace Tang San. "Young Master, my poor Young Master, you have suffered so much all these years."

Tang San was filled with excitement, yet also somewhat at a loss. The sudden information completely disrupted his thoughts; the words "Haotian Sect" had a profound impact on him.

"Young Master, I cannot tell you about what happened to Master back then. It was a secret that belonged only to Master. Even I don't fully understand what happened. You only need to know that Master was a true man, the most powerful being in the world, and no one could compare to him. That's enough. My Power Clan was originally one of the four affiliated clans of the Clear Sky Sect. It was because of Master that I chose to break away from Clear Sky and establish myself independently in Heaven Dou City. Now that Master has reappeared, the Power Clan will undoubtedly be under Master's command. Although Master is no longer here, you, Young Master, are still here. From now on, the Power Clan is your vassal. Our clan has a total of 217 young and strong Soul Masters, all of whom are willing to die for Young Master."

Tang San's vision blurred; his father had been gone for almost eight years, with no word from him.

It's impossible for him to have no resentment at all, but at this moment Tang San suddenly felt his father's helplessness. If he really was born into the Clear Sky Sect and was the master that Titan mentioned, he would have spent six years in Holy Soul Village, working as a blacksmith and a drunkard for six years.

What helplessness and sorrow this is?

Recalling his father's piercing scream when he was reincarnated, Tang San seemed to have understood something.

Grasping Titan's strong arms, she said, "Senior, my mind is in turmoil right now. I need to calm down and think things through."

Titan quickly said, "Young Master, please don't address me as 'senior' anymore. This old servant is Titan."

Tang San smiled wryly and said, "You are Tai Long's grandfather, and we were classmates. I'm even younger than him. If you don't mind, I'll call you Grandpa Tai."

"But..." Titan hesitated.

Tang San said, "Even if my father were here, he would definitely agree to me addressing you this way. Grandpa Tai, I must go see Sect Leader Ning, so we'll take our leave now. Please keep my background a secret. I need to think things through calmly."

Titan said solemnly, "Young Master, you must be careful of Ning Fengzhi. Master once said that Ning Fengzhi, the new sect leader of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School, is a man of great talent. Under his leadership, the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School will surely flourish. You belong to the Haotian School, and you must not join the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School under any circumstances."

Tang San nodded slightly. "Grandpa Tai, don't worry. Even without what you said today, I never intended to join any sect. I will not give up my freedom for power."

Hearing Tang San's words, Titan was stunned for a moment, his vision blurred, and from Tang San's calm and composed words, he seemed to see Tang Hao from back then.

After leaving the room where the Titan family had been, Tang San took two deep breaths, wiped away the tears in his eyes, and calmed himself before entering another conference room.

Ning Fengzhi sat at the head of the conference room, leisurely sipping tea. Beside him, Bone Douluo Gu Rong sat with his eyes closed, resting until Tang San entered the conference room. Only then did he open his eyes, his undisguised sharpness sweeping over Tang San as if he wanted to see through Tang San's body.

Ning Rongrong stood obediently behind Ning Fengzhi and stuck out her tongue at Tang San.

"Hello, Uncle Ning. I'm sorry to have kept you waiting." Tang San bowed slightly to Ning Fengzhi.

Ning Fengzhi smiled slightly and said, "It's nothing. Sit down. Xiao San, may I call you that?"

Tang San nodded and said, "You are Rongrong's father, of course you can."

Ning Fengzhi chuckled and said, "It seems I've benefited from Rongrong's influence. I heard about you from Rongrong, and I also met you last time. I dare say that what you have at your age is something even your father didn't achieve back then. To be honest, I came here prepared to do everything in my power to bring you into the sect. Unfortunately, it seems things haven't gone as planned. I never expected you to be the son of an old friend."

"Uncle Ning knows my father?" Tang San's heart, which he had managed to suppress, began to race again.

Ning Fengzhi nodded. "Of course I know him. He's the youngest Title Douluo on the continent; there probably aren't many in the Soul Master world who don't know him."

Although Tang San had already guessed his father's strength, he still felt a strong shock when Ning Fengzhi uttered the words "Title Douluo".

The father, who frequented low-quality beer and made a living by blacksmithing, was actually the titled Douluo they were talking about.

When Ning Fengzhi mentioned Tang Hao, even Bone Douluo sitting to the side couldn't help but show admiration on his face.

All of this did not escape Tang San's notice, further confirming that Ning Fengzhi's words were true.

Ning Fengzhi continued, "Your father has been missing for many years. I don't know where he is now. My brother and I haven't seen each other for many years either. If I have the opportunity, I will definitely visit him in person."

Tang San said bitterly, "I don't know where my father is either. He disappeared eight years ago. Eight years have passed, and there's been no news of him. If what you said is true, senior, that my father was a member of the Clear Sky Sect, then perhaps he should be there now."

Ning Fengzhi and Bone Douluo exchanged a glance, a hint of surprise in their eyes. Ning Fengzhi quickly regained his composure and said to Tang San, "Little San, I originally came here intending to recruit you into the sect and give you the best treatment. But since you are the son of an old friend, that's obviously impossible. However, your uncle is very interested in the hidden weapons you've made. I wonder if you would be willing to sell us the method for making these hidden weapons? You can name your price. Your uncle will not haggle."

Although Ning Fengzhi appears handsome and refined, his words convey a grand and magnanimous feeling, which is clearly not something an ordinary person could possess.

Tang San shook his head without hesitation and said, "That's impossible. I won't sell the method of making hidden weapons. But I promised Rongrong that I could sell the hidden weapons to your sect. I can teach you the forging process, but the final assembly must be done by me personally. One reason is that the method of making these hidden weapons is not easy to research, and I don't want to sell it yet. Another reason is that it would take at least several years to train craftsmen who can make these hidden weapons. I also need a lot of time to cultivate, and I don't have time to do these things."

Ning Fengzhi hadn't expected Tang San to refuse so firmly. He understood the saying, "Give a man a fish and you feed him for a day; teach a man to fish and you feed him for a lifetime."

Hidden weapons will eventually break and wear out.

(End of this chapter)