Douro Continent

Chapter 488 Howling Sky Douluo (Part 2)

Tang Long raised his hand and knocked twice on the door. "Sect Master, we have brought Tang San."

"Come in." A deep, resonant voice rang out from inside the room, sounding surprisingly warm to Tang San, because the voice was at least eight-tenths similar to his father, Tang Hao.

Tang Long pushed open the door, gave Tang San a wink, and then went in first. Tang Tian did not follow, but stood at the door.

This is a room of over 100 square meters, with simple furnishings: a wide table, bookshelves covering two walls, and two long sofas.

Tang Yuehua sat gracefully on a sofa. When she saw Tang San, dressed in white, follow Tang Long in, her pretty face immediately lit up with a smile.

Tang San naturally spotted his aunt at a glance, but he was still drawn to the imposing figure behind the desk.

He was over two meters tall, with a broad back and thick waist, a chiseled face, and short, graying hair.

He was also dressed in simple gray clothes, but standing there, he seemed like the very core of the castle.

Two meters tall may not be considered particularly tall, but if Tang San had to use one word to describe the person in front of him, then he could only think of the word "majestic".

His father's eyes were cloudy, a result of old injuries, while the man before him, who bore a striking resemblance to his father, looked even younger. His piercing eyes fixed intently on Tang San. A vast and unrestrained aura of wildness swept over him, and immense pressure instantly enveloped Tang San.

But cleverly, this pressure bypassed Tang Long and had no effect on him at all.

Tang Long, whose strength was not to be underestimated, quickly stepped aside, his expression changing slightly. When he looked at Tang San again, his eyes showed a hint of anxiety.

To Tang Long's surprise, when Tang San entered the room and faced the overwhelming pressure, his expression remained unchanged. He stood with his feet slightly apart in a T-shape, his back ramrod straight, and the elegance on his face vanished, replaced by a look of respect.

With his knees bent, Tang San could vaguely see two layers of light, one blue and one white, floating on his skin. He knelt down with a thud and bowed to the man behind the table who was emanating a magnificent aura.

"Tang San greets the Sect Master." These six simple words were uttered with remarkable clarity and fluency.

Tang Long's pupils dilated slightly. Was this guy really human? Faced with the sect leader's powerful pressure, he could still change his posture to kneel and even speak.

Could it be that he's really stronger than me? But my aunt said he's only twenty years old.

In truth, he had no idea how terrifying the pressure Tang San was under at that moment was.

The immense pressure was like a towering mountain, suffocating him. Tang San appeared calm, but in reality, his two major domains had been activated simultaneously.

The Killing God Domain is located in the inner layer, while the outer layer is concealed by the Blue Silver Domain, making it impossible for outsiders to sense the aura he releases.

Moreover, his entire body was already tense.

After all, his physique had been tempered by two immortal herbs and countless experiences. Tang San was now enduring immense pressure as if he were being hammered under a waterfall.

Every move he makes is actually an attempt to find the weak points in the pressure he faces, and through these actions, he reduces the pressure on himself.

As for the six words he uttered, they were produced by spitting out sound using internal force.

The man behind the table lowered his gaze, and all the pressure vanished instantly. Tang San felt a void around him, as if all his strength had been drained away. If it weren't for his extremely stable lower body honed from years of training under the waterfall, he probably would have fallen and embarrassed himself. But he managed to steady himself, his upper body swaying slightly, yet he remained kneeling on the ground.

"Rise." A deep voice came from the man's mouth. That's right, this person was Tang Xiao, the current sect master of the Clear Sky Sect and Tang Hao's elder brother. He was the other one of the two Douluo of the Clear Sky Sect. His title was Xiaotian.

Tang San did not get up immediately, but instead kowtowed to Tang Xiao three times with force, his forehead hitting the ground with three thuds.

Tang Yuehua frowned and quickly stepped forward to pull Tang San up. "What are you doing? You can't be the one to bear all the blame for your father's situation." Both she and Tang Xiao naturally understood that Tang San's three kowtows were for Tang Hao to kowtow to Tang Xiao.

Tang San stood up with his head bowed. "It is only right and proper for a son to pay for his father's debts. Sect Master, I am willing to take full responsibility for my father."

Tang Xiao's expression had been shifting between anger and uncertainty ever since Tang San entered. Upon hearing this, Tang Xiao slammed his hand on the stone table in front of him and roared, "Can you bear the consequences?"

With a soft hiss, the table in front of Tang Xiao collapsed silently, turning into dust on the ground, yet without affecting anything around it. He had unknowingly revealed his profound and terrifying cultivation level.

Tang Long stood aside, secretly amazed. That table was carved directly from two tons of the hardest granite. Smashing it wasn't difficult; the challenge was turning it into powder silently.

Tang Xiao glared at Tang Long. "Why are you sticking your tongue out like that? Get out and go to the back mountain to make a table and bring it back. If you don't do it right, you're not allowed to eat."

"Huh?" Tang Long looked miserable, staring at Tang Xiao but not daring to refute him.

Tang Xiao's eyes widened. "Do I have to repeat myself?"

"I'll go, I'll go." Tang Long was very imposing in front of the third-generation disciples, but he was as docile as a cat in front of Tang Xiao. He hurriedly ran out.

Tang San knelt down again. "I don't know if I can bear this responsibility, but I am willing to use my life to serve the sect and do everything in my power to serve the sect."

Tang Xiao turned around, pushed open the window behind him, and with a flick of his right hand, the stone dust on the ground was pulled up and flew into the air outside.

"You're making a child bear your own burdens. Tang Hao, are you really going to keep running away from this?"

Hearing Tang Xiao's words, Tang San couldn't help but recall his father's desolate state with his severed limbs. "Sect Master, Father wasn't running away. He said he had no face to face the sect. He had no right to return."

Tang Xiao's voice trembled uncontrollably, "Is he alright?"

Tang San nodded silently. "Father is doing well. He stays by Mother's side every day and plans to spend the rest of his life with her."

"Stay by your mother's side?" Tang Xiao turned around abruptly, and Tang San could clearly see that his eyes were already a little red.

Tang San said, "After my mother passed away, she transformed into Blue Silver Grass. My father has always been by her side."

Tang Xiao paused for a moment, took a deep breath, and said, "Perhaps, this is the best ending for him." At this moment, he seemed to have aged a lot, and his gaze towards Tang San gradually softened.

With a flash of light, Tang San held the long black box in his hands, lifting it up with both hands. "Sect Master, this is what my father asked me to bring. He said it's the only thing he can do for the sect."

Tang Xiao raised his hand and waved it, easily making a gesture of taking something from a distance. The heavy black box fell into his palm as if it were nothing.

With a flick of his finger, the black box opened. When the enormous energy filled the room and the two soul bones inside appeared before Tang Xiao's eyes, his expression changed drastically, and his beard and hair trembled.

Tang San only saw a blur before Tang Xiao appeared in front of him, grabbing Tang San's shirt and pulling him close. Tang Xiao almost stammered, "Tang Hao, Brother Hao, he, he..."

Tang Yuehua had already seen the two soul bones in the long black box. Her mind went blank, and she stood there blankly, tears streaming down her face uncontrollably.

"Father said that if he didn't do this, he wouldn't be able to peacefully accompany Mother through the rest of her life. Father's old injury crisis was also resolved through amputation. He had already done these things after he sent me to my aunt's. Sect Master, you..."

"Call me Uncle." Tang Xiao roared, making Tang San's ears go numb.

"Uncle." At this moment, Tang San's body was in contact with Tang Xiao's, and he could clearly feel the intense emotional fluctuations in Tang Xiao. Although they hadn't seen each other for decades, his brotherly affection for his father had not diminished in the slightest.

"Big brother, second brother, he..." Tang Yuehua was already sobbing uncontrollably, her whole body trembling violently as she looked at the two soul bones.

With a snap, Tang Xiao closed the black box and released his grip on Tang San's collar. "Little San, is that what your father calls you?"

Tang San nodded.

Tang Xiao's gaze gradually calmed down. "You know, I've never really thought he did anything wrong. If Ah Yin had chosen me, I might have done the same thing, or even more drastic. So, no matter what others say in the future, I don't want Tang Hao's matter to become a burden for you. Doing your best for the sect is something you must do, but not because of your father's matter, but because you are a member of the sect."

Tang San felt as if something was stuck in his chest. He lowered his head and said with a special kind of deep emotion, "Thank you, Uncle."

(End of this chapter)