Douro Continent

Chapter 640 Sect Chief, Haotian Token

Because the Azure Sluggish Claw's hit conditions are stringent, requiring four seconds of charging, once it strikes, the effect lasts a terrifying ten seconds. In other words, for ten seconds, these five elders will suffer the pain of being sluggish. Ten times more sluggish, they will have absolutely no ability to defend themselves or launch an attack.

However, the duration of these ten seconds varies depending on the mental strength of both the person being hit and the user. While these five elders are powerful, their mental strength is still far inferior to Tang San's. Therefore, they must fully endure this ten-second delay.

Without a doubt, if the domineering control of the Azure Sluggish Claws were combined with the Unpredictable Storm of the Golden Thirteen Halberds, the ability to continuously restrict would reach an extremely terrifying level. The five elders of the Clear Sky Sect were the first to experience Tang San's terrifying control.

This series of soul skills was originally prepared by Tang San for Bibi Dong. The battlefield is ever-changing, and even if Bibi Dong has the ability to be immortal, Tang San is confident that he can make her suffer a great loss.

Five golden rays simultaneously rose from the ground, instantly transforming into five solid cages that trapped the five elders in their respective positions. Having been struck by the Azure Slowing Claw, they had no ability to resist breaking free.

It's still the same fourth soul skill, Blue Silver Cage, but the cage's color has completely turned golden—this isn't due to the Sea God's Light. The soul ring has been upgraded to over 50,000 years, directly eliminating the need for the Blue Silver Emperor to transform into the cage; the cage is now instantaneous. Moreover, its sturdiness has increased exponentially. Even the true form of the Clear Sky Hammer would require at least three strikes to break this cage. And now, the five elders can't even manage one.

With a powerful thrust of his feet, Tang San's body pierced through the five elders like a cannonball. The Sea God Trident in his hand, glowing with an illusory golden light, lightly touched their chests through the cages, leaving a tiny mark on each of their hearts with its sharp blade.

With this simple movement, the golden light that had transformed into a cage instantly retracted. At the same time, Tang San's golden trident slammed heavily onto the ground. With a deafening roar, five beams of golden light erupted simultaneously from the hilt of the trident, exploding beneath the feet of the five elders. This wasn't a skill, but rather Tang San using the terrifying weight of the Sea God Trident combined with the vibrations controlled by his soul power. The five figures were simultaneously sent flying in five different directions, rolling dozens of meters away before finally regaining their footing after a series of tumbles.

The ten-second delay vanished in the silence of the entire arena. The five elders rose from the ground one after another, with the Second Elder, who had been struck by Tang San's Purple Divine Light, being the last to get up. His face was pale; he had not yet recovered from the mental blow. Of course, the impact on his heart during that brief period was even greater.

Indeed, Tang San's strength alone could never compare to the combined strength of five Clear Sky Sect elders. If the elders were given the opportunity to launch a joint attack, even with the Trident of the Sea God, he certainly wouldn't be able to withstand it. However, Tang San didn't give the elders that chance at all. He perfectly utilized his control-type Soul Master abilities. From beginning to end, the entire battle was under his control.

Tang San's gaze returned to calm, but that very calmness filled the five elders with sorrow. His calm gaze seemed to tell them, "If I hadn't shown mercy, you would all be dead now."

And that was indeed the case. How could physical strength possibly withstand the sharpness of the main blade of the Trident of the Sea God? If Tang San wanted them to die, he could have killed them ten times over in that short period of time.

The Second Elder's face turned ashen. Amidst the gasps of the crowd, he suddenly swung the Haotian Hammer in his hand and smashed it down on the top of his head. As the chief elder of the Haotian Sect, losing to a third-generation disciple, and facing all the disciples of the sect, he no longer had the courage to live.

"Stop!" A sudden burst of blue-gold light appeared, and the Second Elder felt a tightness all over his body. His entire body was now wrapped in a layer of golden blue silver, which was Tang San's second soul skill, Parasite.

"Damn it, do I not even have the right to die?" The Second Elder cursed angrily, and the Haotian Hammer shone brightly. His whole body was covered in a layer of dark gold, and he actually managed to break free from the 50,000-year-old parasitic Blue Silver Emperor. However, due to the excessive use of his own energy, he couldn't help but spit out a mouthful of blood.

"As a sect elder, are you just going to die so irresponsibly? I said you can't die, so you can't die," Tang San said coldly. "Look at this."

A flash of golden light, and the Second Elder instinctively raised his hand to catch something Tang San had thrown at him. When he saw the object clearly, he felt a wave of dizziness wash over him, his will to die vanished, and his whole body began to tremble uncontrollably.

"This, this is Uncle's Haotian Token?" The Second Elder's voice trembled violently. As soon as he said this, the other four elders, disregarding their shame and indignation at losing to Tang San, quickly stepped forward.

Tang San's voice rang out leisurely, "Five elders, you are all my grandfathers. Without my great-grandfather's order, how could I dare to offend you? This Haotian Token was bestowed upon me by my great-grandfather. He only asked me to convey one sentence to you: Haotian Sect is the Haotian Sect that looks down upon the world."

This statement was not made up by Tang Chen, but by Tang San himself. However, given the current situation, even if Tang Chen were here, he would definitely agree with his statement.

The five elders exchanged glances. The second elder stepped forward and returned the Haotian Token to Tang San, saying solemnly, "Please take your place."

Tang San didn't stand on ceremony and strode to the front, turning his back to the cliff to look at the five elders.

The Second Elder said in a deep voice, "All disciples of the sect, listen to my command and follow me to pay homage to the Haotian Token." As he spoke, he walked to the front and respectfully bowed down to the small golden hammer inlaid with black crystal that Tang San held high.

As he bowed, the five elders simultaneously knelt down on one knee to pay their respects. Tang Xiao, standing to the side, also knelt down on one knee in shock. Even the sect leader had to bow, which shows how terrifying the authority of the Haotian Token in Tang San's hands was.

Hundreds of Haotian Sect disciples knelt down in a rush, not on one knee, but on both knees, bowing down to the Haotian Token in Tang San's hand.

Tang San's cold expression disappeared, and he became humble, stepping forward to help up the five elders and his eldest uncle.

Tang Xiao couldn't help but ask, "Little San, did your strength come from your grandfather?"

Tang San nodded and said, "If it weren't for my great-grandfather's guidance, how could I have reached such strength in just five years? My previous words and the challenge against the five elders were all at my great-grandfather's behest. Please don't blame me, five elders."

"In life, one should combine strength with gentleness," this was a piece of advice Tang Yuehua gave Tang San in the Moon Pavilion. All of this had been planned before his return to the Clear Sky Sect. His initial arrogance, coupled with the power of his great-grandfather's Clear Sky Token, and his subsequent subservience, perfectly aligned with Tang Yuehua's teachings. This also allowed him to truly wield the authority of the Clear Sky Token.

If he didn't do this, even if he immediately produced the Haotian Token, his standing in the eyes of the five elders would never truly be that of the token's wielder. Everything would become far more complicated, and even if he ultimately achieved his goal, it would be a long and arduous process. Now, by overwhelming force, first crushing their most prized strength, and then producing the Haotian Token, no one would doubt Tang San's words. Because they simply couldn't find any other reason why Tang San had become so powerful; he was only twenty-five years old!

The five elders lost to Tang San alone, and Tang San's use of the Clear Sky Token essentially gave them a reason to lose. After all, what's shameful about losing to Tang Chen, the most powerful Clear Sky Douluo in the history of the Clear Sky Sect, the successor of the previous sect leader who led the sect to the throne of the world's number one?

Sure enough, after hearing Tang San's words, the five elders looked at Tang San with surprise and doubt, but their eyes also showed a hint of relief.

The Second Elder gazed respectfully at the Haotian Token in Tang San's hand, "I wonder what teachings my uncle has for me."

Tang San's expression immediately turned serious, and he said in a deep voice, "My great-grandfather already knows everything that happened in the sect. He said that my grandfather's decision was the worst decision since the sect's founding. Although it temporarily preserved the foundation of the Clear Sky Sect, it also caused the sect to lose its most precious thing: the belief in victory. The Spirit Hall is indeed powerful, but it is not invincible. If the sect had responded forcefully to the Spirit Hall's aggressive actions back then, uniting with the other two of the three upper sects and rallying the spirit master world, the Spirit Hall would not have dared to act rashly. However, the sect chose to retreat, abandoning not only the disciples of the various clans that had always followed the sect, but also our allies. This caused the balance of power between the seven major sects and the Spirit Hall to shift, leading to the Spirit Hall's rise to power, eventually establishing an empire and destabilizing the continent."

Tang San's words caused the five elders to exchange bewildered glances, while Tang Xiao's expression turned somewhat grim. After all, the original decision had been made by Tang San's grandfather, the previous sect leader of the Clear Sky Sect. Tang San's words were tantamount to overturning his grandfather's entire decision.

"The events of that year began with my father's actions. But was my father truly wrong? My great-grandfather bestowed this Haotian Token upon me so that I might vindicate my father. Yes, the oppression from the Spirit Hall did indeed stem from my father. But even without my father's involvement, would the Spirit Hall not have attacked the Upper Three Sects? Tell me, if someone tried to kill your wives, how would you react? My father only severely injured the previous Pope of the Spirit Hall to protect my mother. He single-handedly repelled numerous powerful enemies of the Spirit Hall. I am proud of my father. He did not disgrace the reputation of our Haotian Sect. And my mother also..." He died in that battle, sacrificing himself to save my father. But how did the sect respond after that? Not only did they show no intention of protecting him, but they also expelled my father from the sect, causing him pain to this day. To repay the sect for its nurturing and upbringing, he even severed his own limbs to return the soul bone bestowed upon him by the sect. I ask you all, what if the sect leader of the Haotian Sect back then was not my grandfather, but my great-grandfather? I am twenty-five years old this year, and my father has suffered for twenty-five years because of what happened back then, ending up crippled. Even if my grandfather were to be resurrected, I would still seek justice for my father today.”

These words were resolute, and Tang San's emotions completely erupted, plunging him into a state of intense excitement.

Hearing Tang San's words, the third and fourth generation disciples exchanged glances, their expressions varying. Most, however, wore thoughtful expressions. The Clear Sky Sect's decision to withdraw from the Soul Master world did indeed allow them to live a secluded life, but were these Soul Masters possessing the Clear Sky Hammer Martial Soul truly content with such loneliness?

Tang Xiao couldn't help but say, "Back then, Father chose to endure because the Spirit Hall was too powerful. In fact, Father was also in great pain and missed Brother Hao very much. Even on his deathbed, he was still calling out his name. Although Father's decision was somewhat conservative, it was a strategic retreat, and it may not have been wrong. As long as there is an opportunity, the sect will definitely make a comeback in the world of spirit masters."

Tang San shook his head and sighed, "Uncle, I understand what you mean. However, the Clear Sky Sect's retreat back then hurt too many people. Besides, do you think the situation would be better if the sect announced its return now?"

"The Spirit Hall has now established the Spirit Empire, based on the vassal kingdoms and duchies of the Heaven Dou and Star Luo Empires. Combined with its tens of thousands of spirit masters, it has formed a formidable force standing between the two empires, having swallowed up a significant portion of their territory. The Clear Sky Sect has retreated into seclusion, the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan has been destroyed, and the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School has suffered heavy losses. What choice do spirit masters in the world have but to rely on the Spirit Hall? If the Spirit Hall could only fully control 50% of the world's spirit masters back then, that number is now at least 80%. Under these circumstances, can the Clear Sky Sect's resurgence turn the tide? We have no allies left. Will the remaining Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School still trust a Clear Sky Sect that only knows how to retreat?"

Looking at his thoughtful clansmen, Tang San said sternly, "I wonder if you all still remember the four clans that devoted countless efforts to the restoration of the Clear Sky Sect. Do you know that their hatred for the sect even surpasses their hatred for the Spirit Hall? It was because of the sect's betrayal that the four clans suffered almost devastating blows. Their lives were incredibly difficult. And this was only a portion of the spirit masters who were attached to our Clear Sky Sect back then. The Clear Sky Sect has been silent for over twenty years. Now that it has reappeared, will anyone still listen to our voices? Who will still trust us? We have even been branded with a reputation for being treacherous and cowardly."

The Second Elder said somewhat absentmindedly, "What's done is done. Perhaps you're right. Tang San, where is your uncle? If he could return to take charge, the Clear Sky Sect wouldn't have collapsed. His reputation is still enough to awe the Soul Master world."

Tang San slowly raised the Clear Sky Token in his hand and said loudly, "When my great-grandfather handed me this Clear Sky Token, he had already decided not to return to the sect. A sect that cowers in the shadows will only gradually perish. If a sect makes sacrifices, at least it still has a chance to rise again. If we want to rebuild the former glory of the Clear Sky Sect, we must prove it to the Soul Master world with our actions, instead of waiting here. Waiting will not yield any results."

The Second Elder looked at Tang San, then at Tang Xiao beside him, and said solemnly, "Tang San, is your uncle entrusting you with this Haotian Token so that you will take over the position of Sect Master?"

Hearing the Second Elder's words, Tang San was secretly taken aback. Although he had already guessed that the Haotian Token held immense authority within the sect, the Second Elder's words revealed a deeper meaning. Given Tang Chen's past glory within the sect, a single word from him could change anything within the Haotian Sect. The Haotian Token was essentially Tang Chen himself; even deposing the sect leader wouldn't be a problem. Furthermore, the strength Tang San displayed in defeating the five elders was more than enough to qualify him for the position of sect leader. After all, he was still so young. The fact that the five elders could endure the humiliation of defeat and gradually accept his words was directly related to Tang Chen's Haotian Token, but it was also closely related to Tang San's strength! In their eyes, Tang San was like Tang Chen, who had led the Haotian Sect to glory, even surpassing Tang Chen in his prime. While Tang Chen was a once-in-a-century genius of the Haotian Sect, even at twenty-five, he was far inferior to Tang San at his current level.

Tang San looked at his uncle, Tang Xiao, and saw a sense of calm in his eyes. Tang Xiao seemed to have come to terms with many things; his eyes held a sense of loss and regret, but even more so, pain. Pain stemming from the current state of the Clear Sky Sect.

Tang San slowly but firmly shook his head, looked at the elders, and said, "My great-grandfather did not instruct me to inherit the position of sect leader. He only told me that with the Haotian Token, I could become the sect's chief elder and gain the support of the elders' hall. I would have the right to interfere in any major affairs of the sect."

Tang Xiao suddenly spoke up, "Xiao San, I don't covet this position of sect leader, and you don't need to give me face. You are young, energetic, and capable. Moreover, you are the successor of my great-grandfather. This position of sect leader should have been passed on to you. Only under your leadership can the Haotian Sect possibly return to the peak of being the number one sect in the world, just like when my great-grandfather led it."

"No, Uncle. Please listen to me." Tang San quickly interrupted Tang Xiao. "Uncle, I truly cannot succeed as sect leader. Firstly, I have already founded the Tang Sect and accepted the rewards from the Heaven Dou Empire. From my personal perspective, if I were to become the sect leader of the Clear Sky Sect, the sect's independence would suffer. Moreover, I am still too young and lack prestige. But please rest assured, Uncle and all elders, Tang San will always be a member of the Clear Sky Sect. As long as Tang San lives, he will definitely strive to help the sect return to its peak."

Before Tang Xiao could say anything more, Tang San turned to the five elders and asked, "Would you elders be willing to accept me as the chief disciple?"

The five elders exchanged a glance and bowed simultaneously to the Haotian Token in Tang San's hand, saying, "We obey the Haotian Token and greet the Chief Elder."

"Greetings, Chief Elder." The disciples of the Clear Sky Sect knelt down in a flurry. Among these disciples, very few had actually met Tang Chen. Most had only heard of him. Rather than being conquered by the Clear Sky Token, they were more captivated by Tang San's formidable strength and his earlier words. What young person doesn't have a burning passion? Who doesn't yearn for the Clear Sky Sect to reclaim its position as the strongest in the world? Though quiet here, it was also lonely. For over twenty years, while the Clear Sky Sect had cultivated a group of powerful young Soul Masters, it had also suppressed their passion. Tang San's appearance, however, was the best choice to change this situation.

"Elders, please rise. I hope we can work together to bring glory to the Clear Sky Sect once again." Tang San finally breathed a sigh of relief. After returning to the sect, he had basically achieved his goal at this stage.

"I have two things to do now. One is to pay respects to my grandfather with my father and fulfill my filial duty. The other is to ask my father, Tang Hao, to return to the sect. In the name of the sect, I want to re-grant him those two soul bones."

The five elders sighed inwardly. They vaguely understood that Tang San had some selfish motives in what he had said and done earlier, but they valued Tang San's strength even more. Now that Tang San had revealed his purpose, they all nodded and no one expressed any objection.

Tang San said, "Then please return to the sect, Uncle and all the elders. I will go and fetch Father and Mother." With that, he prepared to descend the mountain.

"Wait a minute." Tang Xiao's voice trembled slightly as he grabbed Tang San's shoulder. "Chief Elder, what did you just say? You..., Mother?"

Tang San smiled slightly and said, "This should be considered a surprise for my uncle. You will see her soon."

Tang Xiao's eyes shifted rapidly, a complex light shining like stars and the moon. "I'll go down the mountain with you to welcome Brother Hao." Before Tang San could speak, the sect master of the Clear Sky Sect had already leaped up and rushed onto the iron chain bridge like an arrow, disappearing in the blink of an eye.

Tang San was taken aback for a moment, then turned to look at the elders. The five elders took a deep breath and said in unison, "We will return to the sect to wait."

When Tang San descended from the sky and returned to the village at the foot of the mountain, he saw Tang Hao and Tang Xiao standing facing each other. Tang Xiao's lips were trembling. He looked at Tang Hao, then at Ah Yin beside him, and his eyes were rapidly turning red.

"Big brother..." Tang Hao called out with some difficulty.

Tang Xiao rushed forward and pulled his crippled younger brother into his arms. Even though he had been dissatisfied with Tang San's questioning of their father's decision on the mountaintop, at this moment, when he looked at his one-armed and one-legged brother, he felt no resentment whatsoever.

Once upon a time, Tang Hao was a prodigy whom even Tang Xiao envied, a genius of the Haotian Sect. Even his great-grandfather had praised Tang Hao as his best successor before his death. However, the once-prodigy is now a cripple, and the desolation and sorrow that rise in Tang Xiao's heart makes his heart bleed.

Why, why didn't I have the courage to question my father's decision? It allowed my younger brother to suffer so much. Father, oh Father, you were truly wrong! Can you see? Your most beloved son has fallen to such a state. For over twenty years, because of your decisions, the Haotian Sect has perished, and my brother too…

"Brother Hao, you've suffered so much." Tears streamed uncontrollably down Tang Xiao's face.

"Big brother..." Tang Hao had never imagined that his elder brother, the sect leader, would come to greet him. At this moment, the shock in his heart and the emotions he had suppressed for the sect for twenty-five years burst forth instantly. The two brothers embraced again after so many years, and this feeling made his heart unable to calm down. It was as if he could see the scene of him and his brother dominating the world of soul masters again.

"Big brother." Ah Yin was already in tears. She took a few steps forward and came to Tang Hao's side, looking at Tang Xiao.

The two brothers released their arms, and Tang Xiao stared at Ah Yin blankly, "Ah Yin, you, you..."

Ah Yin smiled sadly, "Ah Hao protected me for twenty-five years, and finally, with the help of Xiao San, he helped me to be reborn. I never thought I would see my brother again."

Tang Xiao stared blankly at Ah Yin, muttering to himself, "Your choice was right. I'm just a coward; I simply didn't have the courage to love you. Hao-di is so much better than me, so much better."

Tang San walked up to the three of them and said softly, "Dad, Mom, Uncle, let's go up the mountain to pay respects to Grandfather." He was eager to help his father recover his severed limbs, which was why he couldn't help but come up to remind them.

Tang Xiao snapped out of his turmoil and gazed intently at Tang Hao. "Brother Hao, don't blame Father, okay? He had his reasons. Given the circumstances that day, with Grandfather not around, Father feared our Haotian Sect would be destroyed in his hands. That's why..."

Tang Hao shook his head. "Brother, why say all this? I just want to kowtow a few times before Father's spirit. I'm unfilial and have let him down."

Tang Xiao's eyes reddened, and he gripped Tang Hao's shoulders tightly. "Xiao San is right. It's the sect that has wronged you, not you. Let's go back to the sect."

The group of people jumped up. Tang Xiao wanted to help Tang Hao, but Tang Hao refused. More than 20 years had passed, but the pride in Tang Hao's heart had never changed.

Haotian Sect, back mountain.

Tang Xiao, Tang Hao, and Tang San stood at the front, while the five elders, Ah Yin, and Xiao Wu stood in the back row.

Before them stood a lonely stone tomb. Even though Tang San had harbored resentment towards his grandfather, seeing this solitary tomb filled him with only sorrow. He seemed to sense his grandfather's helplessness and grief before his death.

Tang Hao knelt on one knee, his lips pressed tightly together, one hand on the ground, and kowtowed nine times in a row. When he raised himself up again, his forehead was covered in blood.

Tang San followed his father in bowing, with Ah Yin and Xiao Wu kneeling behind them. No one spoke. But the deep sorrow they felt touched everyone present.

Tang Hao knelt for three whole days, without sleep or rest, and Tang San stayed by his father's side the entire time. The father and son did not exchange a single word during those three days.

Ah Yin and Xiao Wu quietly stayed by the side of the father and son.

Three days had just passed when Tang Hao finally raised his head. After three days and three nights without sleep, his eyes were already covered with a layer of blood.

"Father, rest in peace. Your unfilial son, Tang Hao, along with his son Tang San, will surely assist my elder brother in revitalizing the Clear Sky Sect." After bowing nine times again, Tang Hao stood up and, supported by Tang San, turned and left.

In the council hall of the Haotian Sect, Sect Master Tang Xiao and five elders waited quietly for the father and son, having been there for three whole days. When Tang Hao and his son Tang San, accompanied by their wives, entered the hall, they all stood up.

Seeing the red in Tang Hao's eyes, Tang Xiao couldn't help but say, "Brother Hao, Xiao San is right. Over the years, the sect has wronged you."

Tang Hao shook his head and said calmly, "The past is the past." This simple sentence deeply moved the five elders. Looking at Tang Hao's mutilated body, they could fully imagine the pain he had endured over the years, yet he had simply brushed it all aside with a single sentence. This magnanimity alone made them secretly ashamed.

Tang Xiao personally helped Tang Hao to sit down in the seat to his left, while Tang San sat in the head seat among the five elders, on Tang Xiao's other side. With the existence of the Haotian Token, his status as the chief elder within the Haotian Sect was extraordinary.

Ah Yin gently pulled Xiao Wu away, leading her out. This was a place for men to discuss matters, and she knew her place. But before Xiao Wu left, she couldn't help but gaze at Tang San with deep affection, which comforted Ah Yin's heart.

On the table next to Tang Xiao were two boxes. One of them was one that Tang San had seen before; it was the two soul bones that Tang San had sent to his father at the Clear Sky Sect.

Tang Xiao stood up first, holding the box, and went to Tang Hao. Tang Xiao sighed and handed the box over, "Brother Hao, the sect has wronged you. This is your soul bone."

Tang Hao smiled calmly, "The sect gave me life and martial power. Everything I have belongs to the sect. There is nothing I owe them or owe them. I only hope to do something for the sect with the rest of my life."

Hearing his younger brother's words, Tang Xiao felt a surge of emotion and couldn't help but say, "Brother Hao, this position of sect leader should rightfully belong to him..."

Tang Hao interrupted his brother, "Stop talking, big brother, I just want to assist you."

Tang Xiao took a deep breath, forcing back the tears welling in his eyes, and returned to the table. He picked up another wooden box, much larger than the previous one, and this time, he went to Tang San and handed it to him.

Tang San was taken aback. "Uncle, what's this?"

Tang Xiao said in a deep voice, "These are relics left behind by the master craftsman Lou Gao."

"Relics?" Tang San suddenly stood up, and a powerful pressure was released from his body. Even though everyone present was a powerful figure, they couldn't help but feel their hearts beat faster.

Taking the wooden box, Tang San stared at Tang Xiao in disbelief. "Uncle, Senior Lou Gao, he, he..."

Tang Xiao said sadly, "He was the most persistent person I've ever met. Calling him a casting fanatic wouldn't be an exaggeration. Ever since you sent him here, he's been casting day and night without rest. Even I, assisting him every day, am exhausted. Three months ago, before he made his final casting, he told me to leave his work to you as a keepsake. Then he began that casting. He didn't even let me participate. In the final moments, he threw himself into the furnace, completing the final casting. These things include his finished products from the past five years, as well as his last casting."

"So, even Senior Lou Gao's remains..." Tang San looked at the wooden box in his hand, his eyes already misting over.

Tang Xiao nodded. "These works can be considered his finished products. After this incident, Lou Gao's two disciples took away the furnace he had used, saying they were going back to your Tang Clan. Strangely, they weren't sad; instead, they left with smiles. In the final moments of Lou Gao's forging, he laughed three times, and his two disciples also shouted loudly, congratulating their teacher on completing this masterpiece."

Hearing Tang Xiao's words, Tang San opened the huge wooden box in front of him with trembling hands.

As soon as the wooden box was opened, an unparalleled sharp aura immediately spread throughout the entire council hall.

At the bottom of the wooden box lay a large number of filthy but still completed blueprints. On the blueprints were several items.

A cylindrical object, about a foot long, with a peacock pattern. Three golden lotus flowers, each with a ruby-like center. Forty-nine oddly shaped silver nails, each about half a foot long, and more than ten other dark silver parts.

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