Douluo Continent: Twin Golden and Silver Dragons Shock Bibi Dong

Aside from occasionally going out to buy rare metals, he spends most of his time in the family's forge, swinging his hammer.

He didn't know any of the people in the upper-class aristocratic circles, so naturally he couldn't recognize that the smiling girl from earlier was Ning Rongrong, the famous little devil of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School.

As the old Titan's ramblings became increasingly outrageous, Tang San's expression grew more and more awkward. He had no intention of continuing to dwell on this sensitive topic, so he quickly and abruptly changed the subject: "Grandpa Titan, let's not talk about this for now. My... aunt, what kind of person is she?"

Seeing that Tang San was intentionally avoiding the question, the old Titan wisely refrained from asking further. He simply pointed to a room at the end of the corridor, his expression becoming respectful.

"Miss Yuehua is waiting for you in that room. As for what kind of person she is... Young Master, you'll know when you go in and meet her."

Chapter 309 Na'er's Spatial Eavesdropping Technique

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Soon, the two arrived at the door of the reception room at the end of the corridor.

Old Titan knocked gently on the door, then pushed it open and turned to the side, gesturing for the door to open.

Tang San took a deep breath, suppressed the complex emotions in his heart, and stepped inside.

However, the moment he stepped into the room and looked up, Tang San involuntarily froze on the spot.

In the center of the room stood a woman quietly.

She wore an exquisite silver palace dress, the long skirt trailing on the ground, outlining her graceful yet dignified figure.

Although her face is no longer that of a young girl, it is very well maintained. Time seems to have left few traces on her face, but instead has given her a kind of intoxicating charm like a fine aged wine.

But what truly shocked Tang San was not her appearance, but the natural and impeccable noble temperament she possessed!

That gentle, elegant, yet imbued with an awe-inspiring and unapproachable nobility, seems to be deeply ingrained in her very being.

Tang San has lived two lives. In his previous life, he was in the Tang Clan of Bashu, and in this life, he is in Douluo Continent. He has seen all kinds of women, but in terms of temperament alone, Tang Yuehua in front of him is definitely the most noble and impeccable among all the people he has seen in both lives!

Just as Tang San was staring blankly at Tang Yuehua, Tang Yuehua's gaze was already fixed on Tang San's face.

Looking at that face that vaguely resembled her second brother's features, Tang Yuehua's gentle and beautiful eyes instantly reddened, and a layer of mist uncontrollably welled up in her eyes.

"you……"

Tang Yuehua's voice trembled violently, filled with an incredulous joy and heartache, as she took a small step forward, "You are... Second Brother's child?"

Faced with this sudden surge of familial affection, Tang San, who was used to being defensive and calculating, was momentarily at a loss. His lips moved, but he didn't know how to respond.

Seeing that the young master was somewhat bewildered, the old Titan standing behind him quickly acted as a mediator, his eyes slightly moist as he reported:

"Miss Yuehua, there's no mistake! Young Master is indeed the only bloodline left in the world by Master, Tang San!"

Having received an affirmative answer from the old Titan, Tang Yuehua could no longer contain her emotions.

She walked quickly to Tang San, tears welling up in her eyes. She couldn't help but reach out her slightly trembling hands, wanting to touch Tang San's face and truly feel the warmth of her unfortunate nephew.

However, Tang San, who was used to being vigilant in this dangerous world, reacted to this sudden intimate physical contact with his body faster than his brain.

He frowned slightly, uncomfortably, and subconsciously took half a step back to avoid Tang Yuehua's hand.

The action of dodging made the air in the room instantly quiet.

Tang Yuehua's hand froze in mid-air, a hint of hurt and astonishment flashing in her eyes.

But she quickly composed herself. Instead of being angry, she grabbed Tang San's shoulder, her eyes red-rimmed, her tone filled with the authority of an elder and deep tenderness:

"I'm your own aunt! You silly child, why are you hiding from me?!"

Feeling the irresistible force on his shoulder, and the warmth of a loved one seeping through the fabric, Tang San's tense body stiffened slightly, and he murmured awkwardly:

"Aunt... Aunt?"

The term sounded so awkward, as if it were being squeezed out from between the teeth.

Hearing his distant call and seeing the unyielding defensiveness and unfamiliarity in his eyes, Tang Yuehua felt a sudden pang of sadness.

She slowly released Tang San's shoulder, turned her head, and looked at Old Titan standing to the side with a slight frown, her tone carrying a hint of reproach:

"The way Xiao San is acting... doesn't mean you haven't told him anything about his father or the Haotian Sect?"

Upon hearing this, the old Titan sighed with a wry smile, clasped his hands in a respectful bow, and said, "Miss Yuehua, you have wronged this old servant."

“Since Master chose to live in anonymity and even concealed the whole truth from Young Master back then, Master must have had his own reasons and plans. Without Master’s permission, how dare this old servant overstep his bounds and presume to reopen those old wounds?”

Old Titan glanced at the silent Tang San, his eyes filled with heartache:

"Besides, Miss Yuehua, the young master is still too young. The bloodshed and turmoil of those years... he is far too young to know about them now!"

Hearing Old Titan's words, Tang Yuehua fell silent.

Yes. What happened back then was far too bloody and complicated.

That hatred was as heavy as Mount Tai, something that Tang San, a teenager, simply couldn't bear.

If these harsh truths are placed on this child's shoulders too early, it will do no good except to increase his stress and pain.

The second brother chose to leave without saying anything back then, perhaps because he wanted to protect the child and let him live a peaceful life like an ordinary person.

……

Just as Tang Yuehua and Tang San were putting on a heart-wrenching family reunion in the downstairs reception room, directly above that room was the VIP suite that Xuan Hao and his group had been booking for a long time.

However, after Xuan Hao secretly passed the message to Old Titan, he did not return to the hotel and no one knows where he went.

At this moment, Ning Rongrong and Xiao Wu, hand in hand, pushed open the door to the living room.

As soon as the door was pushed open, the two witnessed a comical scene.

The usually arrogant Dugu Yan and the seemingly otherworldly Na'er were now completely unreserved, lying face down on the cashmere carpet in the living room, their ears pressed tightly against the floor, intently eavesdropping.

"Wait... what are you two doing here?"

Ning Rongrong walked over with a strange look on her face. "If I remember correctly, the top-tier suites in the Tiandou Royal Hotel have expensive soundproofing materials added to their building materials. The soundproofing effect is absolutely amazing. What kind of nonsense could you possibly hear with your ears pressed against the floor?"

As for why she is so knowledgeable and confident about the soundproofing here?

Please!

These girls usually live in this suite.

Xuanhao, that energetic little pervert, often plays some wild "intimate little games" in their respective rooms at night.

Those embarrassing noises could be completely audible outside once the door was closed!

How could the sound insulation be bad?

Upon hearing Ning Rongrong's voice, Na'er raised her head, put a finger to her lips, and made a "shh" gesture.

Then, she spread out the palm of her hand that was touching the ground.

A faint silver light was shimmering in her palm.

“Of course you can’t hear it with normal physical soundproofing, but I’m here.” Na’er blinked, a hint of smugness in her voice.

Ning Rongrong took a closer look and immediately recognized it.

Xuanhao had explained to them in detail before that this was Na'er's innate talent—the power of space!

"Spatial power... you can actually play with it like this?!" Ning Rongrong was completely dumbfounded, feeling that her understanding of Soul Master skills had been completely refreshed.

Using such advanced spatial abilities to eavesdrop is a complete waste!

"Oh dear, there's an old Titan, a level 80+ Contra, down there. His senses are very sharp."

Na'er lowered her voice and explained, "If I open the spatial passage too wide or make it too obvious, he will immediately notice the fluctuations in his soul power. So I can only use this tiny amount of spatial power to barely tear open a small crack that is invisible to the naked eye, and guide the sound from below up."

"Because the sound transmission channel is too narrow, you have to be right on the ground like us to barely hear it clearly."

After hearing Na'er's explanation, Ning Rongrong and Xiao Wu exchanged glances, their eyes simultaneously igniting with a burning desire for gossip.

How could she possibly care about the image of a lady from a prestigious family?

The two girls immediately huddled up to Na'er and Dugu Yan, sticking their little bottoms out without any inhibitions and pressing their ears tightly against the carpet.

Zhu Zhuqing and Ye Lingling, who were standing not far away, exchanged a glance and both saw the helplessness and amusement in each other's eyes.

Although they were somewhat curious about the family reunion drama downstairs, their usually aloof and reserved nature made it impossible for them to lie on the ground and eavesdrop.

Chapter 310 The Lies of Fatherly Love: If you really love me, why did you have the heart to make me cook porridge at the age of four?

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Time passed by, second by second.

In the downstairs reception room, after more than half an hour of warm greetings, Tang Yuehua pieced together Tang San's growth trajectory in Holy Soul Village and his later experience studying at Notting Academy from Tang San and Old Titan.

The more Tang Yuehua listened, the more her heart ached, her eyes filled with undisguised deep heartache and sorrow.

"Second brother... what is he thinking?!"

Tang Yuehua's eyes were red, and her voice carried a hint of inexplicable sob and a hidden resentment:

"Even if he had to hide his identity back then, and even if he couldn't take you back to the sect, why didn't he bring you to Heaven Dou City and hand you over to me?! Doesn't he even trust his own sister?"

"Furthermore, as a dignified Haotian Douluo, even if he wanted to disguise himself as an ordinary person, with his superb forging skills, he could easily go to any big city and get some fine ironware, enough to ensure you live a life of comfort and ease!"

Why did he take you to hide in that remote, impoverished village? And even... even to the point of drinking every day, unable to even guarantee three meals a day!

Seeing Tang Yuehua's somewhat distraught appearance due to heartache, Tang San opened his mouth, but ultimately swallowed back the words that were on the tip of his tongue.

He didn't tell Tang Yuehua that, in fact, from the age of four, when he could barely reach the stove, he had already been sensibly forced to start cooking by himself, standing on a small stool.

Moreover, many times he even had to take care of his elderly father, who was often drunk and couldn't even take care of himself.

Back in Holy Soul Village, Tang San didn't really have a deep understanding of these things.

Having lived two lives, his soul was already more mature than that of ordinary children. He even proudly believed that this was what made him "independent" and distinguished him from those naive children.

But it wasn't until he left that secluded little mountain village, went to Notting City, to Soto City, and even all the way to this bustling Tiandou City...

After experiencing all sorts of people and things in the world.

Tang Sancai belatedly realized that in this world, parents can care for their children in such meticulous ways;

The meaning of "home" is not that leaky blacksmith shop, nor is it the cold and indifferent neglect of his son like his father did.

Over the years, Tang San has been subconsciously and desperately telling himself, numbing himself:

My father must have had a heavy burden of sorrow. He was a great hero, and he deliberately acted so cold in order to protect me.