Douro Continent

Chapter 475 With all artifice washed away, harmony and fulfillment emerge (Part 2)

Tang San smiled and said, "Aunt, as a noble lady, it is very impolite to pry into other people's privacy. This is what you taught me."

Tang Yuehua snorted, "Am I just anyone? I'm your own aunt. Your father isn't here, so I'm your elder. Confess and you'll be treated leniently."

Tang San shook his head helplessly, but at this moment, a strong longing suddenly rose in his heart.

It's been five years, Xiao Wu, how are you?

Seeing the melancholy deep in Tang San's eyes, Tang Yuehua didn't ask any further. She raised her hand and ruffled Tang San's hair, looking at her nephew who was a head taller than her, her beautiful eyes filled with tender affection. "Silly boy, what are you thinking about? I didn't realize you were so sentimental. Just like your father."

Tang San looked at Tang Yuehua and asked, "Auntie, can I graduate from here now?"

Tang Yuehua paused, then said with a touch of melancholy, "Are you in such a hurry to leave me?" Although they had only known each other for a year, Tang Yuehua had truly fallen in love with her exceptionally intelligent nephew. Among their generation, the most outstanding and accomplished were undoubtedly their elder brother, the sect leader Tang Hao, and herself. Although she wasn't a powerful Soul Master, the power she wielded was enough to instill fear in anyone.

However, within the direct line of the Tang Clan, even those less outstanding disciples have multiplied and had descendants, with even the next generation emerging. Yet, as the former pride of the Tang Clan, the sect leader remained unmarried, she remained unmarried, and Tang Hao ended up in such a state.

It can be said that Tang San is the only descendant of the three siblings. She treats this nephew as her own son.

Tang San also deeply respected Tang Yuehua. From this seemingly elegant and beautiful aunt, he truly received motherly care. Although Tang Yuehua could be a bit long-winded, Tang San found himself actually enjoying her caring nagging. What Tang Yuehua gave him was a kind of familial affection that neither Tang Hao nor Grandmaster could provide.

Therefore, Tang San held this aunt in exceptional respect and affection. He didn't tell Tang Yuehua about Xiao Wu's situation because he didn't want his aunt to worry about him.

"Aunt, you know I'm not. But I have to go."

Tang Yuehua sighed softly. "I understand. After you meet your father, he will allow you to return to the sect and acknowledge your ancestors. Child, you are far more outstanding than your father was back then. Although your aunt doesn't know what you've been through, your aunt believes you can definitely surpass your father. Remember, never act impulsively, and never gamble with your life. Your father was just too sentimental. The main reason he entrusted you to me and had you learn from me was to temper your character and prevent you from making the same mistakes he did. Theoretically, I should trust you; you've done very well. However, you still share the same blood as your father. Promise your aunt you will prioritize your own safety, okay?"

Tang San nodded silently, and looking at the kind eyes in his aunt's eyes, a faint redness rose in his own eyes.

Tang Yuehua smiled and said, "Alright, go back and pack your things. I know you're eager to see him. Let's leave tomorrow. In a couple of days, I'm also planning to go back to the sect. It's been so long since I've been back; if I don't go soon, my elder brother will probably scold me. Let's meet there."

Tang San felt a surge of emotion. He understood, of course, that Tang Yuehua's decision to return to the Clear Sky Sect was all for his sake. He didn't know much about the sect's situation, and Tang Yuehua hadn't told him anything.

However, the fact that the Haotian Sect has been in hiding for so many years shows that the life of his family, the number one sect in the world, is not easy.

Tang San didn't have much to pack; even his daily necessities could be placed directly in the Twenty-Four Bridges Under the Moonlit Night exhibit. That evening, Tang Yuehua personally cooked several delicate dishes for Tang San and him. Before Tang San went to sleep, Tang Yuehua told him that he didn't need to say goodbye when he left the next day. At that moment, Tang San clearly saw a few glistening tears in his aunt's eyes.

Little did Tang San know that Tang Yuehua had once fallen in love with someone, someone she should never have loved. Later, when she realized the truth, her heart could no longer hold any feelings of love, which is why she remained unmarried her entire life. She had once dreamed of having a child of her own, and Tang Hao bringing Tang San was like fulfilling her wish; therefore, Tang Yuehua treated Tang San as her own son.

A year isn't a long time, but Tang Yuehua felt as if she had been reborn. In Tang San, she saw the future hope of the Clear Sky Sect. How could she not wholeheartedly help this nephew?

Early in the morning, after Tang San finished his usual practice of the Purple Demon Eye, he quietly left Yuexuan without alerting anyone. It was just as dawn was breaking.

The window on the top floor was open, and Tang Yuehua stood there quietly, watching the white figure gradually disappear into the distance. A faint smile appeared on her lips. "Little San, I'll be waiting for you at the sect."

Once outside Heaven Dou City, Tang San no longer suppressed his speed, unleashing his full power and speeding away. He had already memorized everything on the sheepskin map Tang Hao had given him. He didn't need to look at it again to easily find the right direction.

Five years have passed in the blink of an eye. Five years ago, Tang San couldn't wait to know the answer. And today, he finally has the right to know the answer. Just as his father said, he has washed away the superficiality of youth.

He sped into the mountains, traversing all the rugged paths as if they were flat ground. The Eight Spider Lances carried him upwards with lightning speed, finally returning him to the mountain range where he had once cultivated. How could he still care about elegance? He only wanted to see his father as soon as possible and hear him tell everything about the past.

The mountains still embraced him, their verdant slopes shimmering like sapphires, and before him lay a magnificent waterfall cascading from the sky. Although he had lived here for two years, Tang San's sense of exhilaration remained unchanged upon his return.

In the valley, only the thunderous sound of the cascading waterfall could be heard; otherwise, everything was quiet and peaceful.

Tang San's gaze drifted toward the waterfall that had accompanied him as he grew up, searching for his father's figure.

"You're back." A deep voice seemed to ring in his ears. Tang San turned around abruptly, and in that instant, he seemed to freeze, his previously excited gaze now completely blank.

Beside the pool, there stood that familiar figure. But when Tang San saw him again, his heart trembled uncontrollably. The changes in his demeanor over the past year seemed to shatter at that moment. His heart ached so much he could hardly breathe.

Tang Hao stood quietly by the pool, but only one leg supported his body. His entire left leg was severed at the root. His right arm was also gone. At this moment, standing there was actually a one-armed old man.

His disheveled hair was further accentuated by its snow-white color.

"Dad—" Tang San cried out almost tremblingly, his figure flashing, his jaw trembling as he fell to the ground in front of Tang Hao.

Despite losing an arm and a leg, Tang Hao appeared calm. His expression was no longer as serious and stiff as before; instead, he wore a faint smile as he looked at his son, whom he was so proud of.

She raised her hand and patted Tang San's head. "It's good that you're here. I've been waiting for you." This kind gesture was something she had never done before. But at this moment, Tang San's heart felt as if it were being pricked by needles.

An unparalleled and intense killing intent erupted. "Who is it, Dad? Who hurt you like this..." Due to extreme anger, Tang San's Killing God Domain was forcibly activated, and in an instant, the surrounding air turned icy cold.

Tang Hao's smile remained unchanged. "Silly boy, what are you doing? Did your aunt raise you for nothing this past year?"

"Dad." Tang San looked at his father's severed limbs, and tears streamed down his face uncontrollably. The youngest Title Douluo had become an old man in front of him, looking like he was on his deathbed. He was his father!

A powerful killing intent surged from his chest, and at that moment, Tang San's eyes were gradually turning blood red.

Tang Hao's expression hardened, and he stared at Tang San. "Wake up. No one could have made me like this. The one who made me this way is myself. A year ago, when I returned here, I cut off my right arm and left leg."

"What?" Tang San was stunned again. He couldn't believe that his father had done all of this.

Tang Hao smiled calmly, "Surprised? Haven't you always wanted to know about my past? Come with me. I'll take you somewhere."

As he spoke, Tang Hao swung his remaining left arm, unleashing his soul power, and leaped into the air. Although he only had one leg, his speed was still astonishing. He flew directly towards the waterfall, pressing his left hand in the air. With just one burst of soul power, he arrived on the opposite waterfall rock.

Tang San had too many questions in his mind, so he quickly jumped up and followed his father to the reef.

Tang Hao did not use his soul power to resist the impact of the waterfall, allowing his body to be soaked.

Seeing that Tang San was catching up, he acted again. With a wave of his left hand, the huge Clear Sky Hammer, which was three meters long and had a head as big as a water tank, was suddenly released and soared into the sky. The torrent falling in the air was rolled back up by the huge soul power, and Tang Hao also rose up with his Clear Sky Hammer.

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