In Douluo Continent, he tricked Xiao Wu into giving him a soul ring.

But in the end, he chose to return and chose to believe.

Because he couldn't afford to gamble. Ah Yin was everything to him, his entire world. On Tang San's side, even without him, there were still two Title Douluos, Dugu Bo and Sword Douluo, protecting him. But Ah Yin was in danger.

He used a forbidden power: the Ring Explosion.

All he wanted was to confirm Ah Yin's safety as soon as possible. For this, he paid the price of aggravating his internal injuries.

But it was all worth it. It's good that Gintoki is alright.

After a brief moment of overwhelming joy and tears, Tang Ritian finally calmed down and began to pursue the other objective of his trip: to confirm whether the right leg bone of the 100,000-year-old Blue Silver Emperor had been stolen.

Tang Ritian wiped away his tears, his imposing gaze sweeping across the stone chamber. When it landed on the black iron box beside the mound, Tang Ritian's eyes instantly turned bloodshot, and he roared to the sky, "Spirit Hall... What a Spirit Hall..."

That night, Tang Ritian's roar echoed throughout the entire mountain range.

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Chapter 212 Tang Ritian's Fury

The next morning, just as dawn was breaking.

Having just finished a whole night of cultivation, Tang San slowly opened his eyes, preparing to go out and absorb the first wisp of purple energy from the rising sun to cultivate his Purple Demon Eye.

Including Flander and Liu Erlong, the rest of the Shrek Academy members were still cultivating at this time, and he did not disturb anyone.

Because of Ning Fengzhi's deliberate concealment, the Shrek Six Devils' relationship not only didn't crack, but became even more united. They united against external forces, and under Tang San's patient guidance, they portrayed the side effects of the Blood Ginseng at Chrysanthemum Pass as a conspiracy by the Spirit Hall to split Shrek Academy.

Oscar and Ma Hongjun, in particular, felt a sense of relief upon learning that this was a conspiracy by the Spirit Hall. Their already blind confidence in Tang San only intensified, leading to even greater trust in him. At the same time, their hatred for the Spirit Hall grew even stronger.

"You're awake." As soon as Tang San stepped out of the carriage, a deep, familiar voice rang in his ears. He turned his head and saw that it was his father, Tang Ritian. He exclaimed with delight, "Dad!"

Half an hour ago.

Tang Ritian found Lan Si.

"Lan Si, come out here." Without alerting the Huang Dou crowd, Tang Ritian transmitted his voice directly into Lan Si's mind using a technique called "sound-forming line".

"That familiar tone... why does it feel so familiar? Could it be Tang Ritian?" Lan Si was slightly startled. She glanced at the kitten cultivating beside her, then at Ye Lingling. After a moment's hesitation, she followed him out. If Tang Ritian wanted to kill her, unless she hid by Qian Renxue's side every day or used the Azure Lotus Domain to change her appearance, she would have no hope of escape.

The only thing to do now is to hope that Tang Ritian won't come looking for trouble, or that he can take advantage of Tang Ritian's status as a sect slave to prevent him from attacking him.

Soon, Lan Si followed the sound to the top of a cliff, where a burly man with slovenly clothes, sallow skin, and a bushy beard came into view.

"May I ask who you are, senior?" Lan Si bowed respectfully, having already guessed the other party's identity in his mind.

At this moment, Tang Hao was sitting cross-legged on the ground. Upon hearing Lan Si's words, he slowly stood up, opened his eyes, and swept his imposing gaze towards Lan Si, uttering two words with an air of dominance: "Tang Hao!"

"So, you're the one who killed my grandfather. Today, I'll avenge him." Lan Si spoke first, completely unpredictable. Four spirit rings—two yellow, one purple, and one black—flashed, and the fourth black spirit ring suddenly lit up as he gripped the Azure Lotus Sword.

A beam of bluish-white light, about the thickness of a thumb, suddenly shot out, heading straight for Tang Ritian.

As expected, upon hearing Lan Si's words, Tang Ritian, who had originally wanted to vent his anger for his son, instantly lost his confidence. He simply raised his hand, and a powerful soul force condensed in his palm, actually blocking Lan Si's bluish-white light.

The bluish-white light was dispersed by Tang Ritian's powerful soul power, which reached level ninety-five. An undisguised look of approval flashed in his eyes. "Good lad, this attack is already comparable to some powerful offensive Soul Emperors."

"You've come here not just to flatter me, have you? Or to avenge your corrupted son? If that's the case, then come on. Even if I die today, I will still be worthy of being a descendant of the Haotian Sect." Lan Si appeared righteous and awe-inspiring, but in reality, he was panicking inside.

"I am very sorry about what happened to your grandfather." Tang Ritian lowered his proud head, after all, he had indeed failed the trust placed in him by the Haotian Sect.

"If apologies were enough, then what would be the point of the police... ugh, would my grandfather come back to life? Even my parents, because of you, were forced to hide everywhere, and ultimately died tragically at the hands of a soul beast." Lan Si forced out a few tears, uttering words that were half true and half false. The first half was false; he secretly wished his grandfather, who had abandoned his wife and children, would die sooner.

The second half of the statement is true. If it weren't for Tang Ritian and Qian Xunji, the two instigators, none of this would have happened. Qian Xunji is dead, his debts are settled, his daughter is now his wife, and his inheritance will eventually be his. The feud is over, but Tang Ritian is still alive and well.

"What happened back then was very complicated, and I can't explain it clearly in a short time. I've let the sect down. One day I will repay the Haotian Sect." Seeing the stubborn expression on this junior's face, Tang Ritian's original intention to avenge his son completely vanished. He sighed and skipped over the previous topic, "This time, I've come here because I want to ask you for a favor?"

"This is interesting. The youngest Haotian Douluo on the continent actually comes to ask me, a Soul Master with only a soul power of forty-something, for a favor? Are you kidding me? Or do you think I, a Haotian Sect outcast who was ruined by you, can do something that even you can't do? Even if I could, why would I help you, a sinner of the Haotian Sect?" Lan Si launched into a tirade of sarcasm, never missing a beat about the Haotian Sect.

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He knew that the more he said this, the more guilty Tang Hao would feel, and the safer he would be.

Tang Ritian didn't care about Lan Si's attitude at all, and instead sincerely pleaded, "I hope you can win the championship of this Soul Master Competition. Help me win back that 100,000-year-old Blue Silver Emperor right leg bone from the Spirit Hall."

"Are you kidding me? Winning this Soul Master Tournament championship to get that 100,000-year soul bone for you? For you? Let's not even talk about whether I can defeat the Spirit Hall Academy, which has three Soul Kings, all by myself. Even if I do win and take the championship, the 100,000-year soul bone that I risked my life to obtain, I'm going to give it to you? On what grounds? Just because you caused the Clear Sky Sect to close its mountain, just because you're the Clear Sky Douluo? If I remember correctly, you've already filled your soul bone inventory, so you're planning to give it to your son. Your son is less skilled than others, and after losing a few matches to me, he's already trying to kill me. You want me to give your son a soul bone? Have you lost your conscience? Don't you think you've already wronged the Clear Sky Sect enough?" Lan Si continued his tactical taunts.

Today he has truly experienced Tang Ritian's shamelessness.

He had considered that Tang Ritian was there to cause him trouble, and he was even prepared to be beaten up. He never expected that Tang Ritian would ask him to help him retrieve the 100,000-year-old soul bone that he had already absorbed.

He had seen shamelessness before, but he had never seen anything as shameless as this.

They're even more shameless than me, Lan. At least I would take matters into my own hands to get what I need. Whether it's the immortal herb, this 100,000-year-old Blue Silver Emperor right leg bone, or even that Blue Silver Emperor natal soul ring, I got it all by myself.

But Tang Ritian, shamelessly, wanted to take advantage of the situation.

Hearing Lan Si's words, Tang Ritian's lips twitched. Today he had truly experienced Lan Si's ability to curse. He had inherited the Seventh Elder's true skills. It was no wonder that he was the Seventh Elder's great-grandson.

Swearing is hereditary.

Moreover, he seemed to be the kind of person who wouldn't do anything without a benefit. He didn't refuse directly, but instead pointed out the crux of the matter, almost always mentioning the word "indebtedness." In other words, unless he could offer something that would entice him, the other party wouldn't help him.

But what do I have that can compare to a soul bone that's been around for 100,000 years?

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Chapter 213 The Inherited Skill of Insults

"That soul bone has extraordinary significance for me and Xiao San. Tell me, how can you help me?" Tang Ritian didn't continue rambling with Lan Si, worried that if they kept going, it would never end.

"The key isn't what I want, but what you can give me. A 100,000-year-old soul bone? I think there's no one in the entire Douluo Continent who wouldn't be tempted by that." A sly smile suddenly appeared on Lan Si's lips.

After a moment's thought, Tang Ritian offered a condition that he believed Lan Si could not refuse: "I will help you return to the Haotian Sect and be recognized as a member of your clan. I think this must be your father's wish for many years."

"You'll help me? Please, which branch of the entire Haotian Sect hasn't lost a few people because of you? Don't let the elders kick you out before I even get in." Lan Si rolled his eyes, thinking to himself, who would want to acknowledge that lousy sect? If I were to go, I'd go with overwhelming power and cause a ruckus.

Tang Ritian's lips twitched, but he didn't know how to refute it, because what Lan Si said was true.

He continued, "After the Soul Master Competition ends, I'll find you a suitable training ground so you can acquire your talent domain."

"I'm sorry, although the talent domain is very tempting, I already have my own future plans." Lan Si shook his head. Wasn't the so-called training ground Tang Ritian mentioned just about increasing his killing power? He could go there himself; why should he rely on Tang Ritian?

"So what exactly do you want?" Tang Ritian looked troubled. Although he was a titled Douluo, he was actually incredibly poor. He really had nothing to give the other party.

"I've already said, the key isn't what I want, but what you can give me." Lan Si shrugged slightly, a sly smile suddenly appearing on his lips. "I heard from Sect Master Ning of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School that the reason you're called the Haotian Douluo is because you've mastered a unique technique called 'Ring Explosion.' If you can teach me, I might be able to help you win that 100,000-year-old soul bone. Of course, that's on the condition that I can defeat the Spirit Hall's students..."

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Before Lan Si could finish speaking, Tang Ritian decisively refused, "No way. First of all, this cultivation method has extremely high requirements for the user. The Clear Sky Sect can only pass it on to one person per generation. You haven't inherited the Clear Sky Sect's martial soul, so how can you use this secret technique? Moreover, even if you awaken the Clear Sky Hammer martial soul, I will not teach it to anyone, including my son, without the joint permission of the current sect leader and elders of the Clear Sky Sect."

In reality, even if Lan Si awakened the Clear Sky Hammer and gained the approval of the current sect leader and elders of the Clear Sky Sect, Tang Hao would not pass it on to him. This is because he already has a chosen successor for the Clear Sky Douluo: his son, Tang San.

Once his son cultivates his second martial soul and learns the Clear Sky Secret Technique, he doesn't believe Lan Si will still be a match for his son. This is also why he doesn't harbor the same hatred towards Lan Si as the Shrek Seven Devils. On one hand, Lan Si comes from the Clear Sky Sect; on the other hand, talent determines one's potential. No matter how outstanding Lan Si's talent is, his future achievements can never surpass those of his son Tang San, who possesses twin martial souls.

"Then let's go with the Nine Absolute Techniques of Haotian." Lan Si curled his lips, showing no surprise whatsoever. If Tang Ritian could teach it, he wouldn't be Tang Ritian.

"Still no good. This is the Haotian Sect's true ultimate technique, second only to the Exploding Rings. It's a powerful ability that can be truly applied in actual combat. Even among the direct disciples of the Haotian Sect, not everyone can receive the Nine Ultimate Techniques. Only with the joint approval of the Sect Master and Elders can it be taught." Tang Ritian still refused.

"You won't teach me this, you won't teach me that, then what else can you teach me? A 100,000-year-old soul bone, and you think you can get something for nothing?" Lan Si was somewhat annoyed.

Tang Ritian pondered for a moment and said, "I can teach you the Chaotic Cloak Hammer Technique." This is just a very common combo forging technique of the Haotian Sect, and it is a compulsory course for almost every Haotian Sect disciple. There is nothing wrong with teaching it to Lan Si.

"Is this what you're talking about?" Lan Si curled his lip in disdain, rapidly wielding the Azure Lotus Sword in his hand. He unleashed eighty-one sword strikes in one fluid motion. The moment he unleashed the eighty-first strike, a massive dragon-shaped sword aura burst forth, instantly shattering a giant round stone nearly three meters in diameter beside Tang Ritian.

A thunderous sound resounded throughout the heavens and earth, carrying far and wide.

"Nine times nine equals one, this... how is this possible..." Tang Ritian's eyes widened. Even within the Haotian Sect, aside from the sect leader and elders, very few could accomplish this. And Lan Si had actually figured it out on his own without any guidance; it was truly unbelievable.

"Nothing is impossible. Just observe a few more times and you'll learn it," Lan Si said calmly. More than a year ago, when he had just broken through the bottleneck of the level 40 Soul Master, he was already able to swing the hammer up to the forty-eighth time. Now, after more than a year of hard training, using the method that Tang Ritian taught Tang San under the waterfall in the original work, he had already mastered the maximum of eighty-one hammer strikes.

He had only used the Azure Lotus Sword to unleash it just now; if he had used his second martial soul, the Haotian Bamboo Shoot, its power would have been even greater.

"Alright, it seems you have nothing more to teach me. We've already wasted so much time, the convoy should be quite far ahead by now, and I don't want my girlfriend to worry. As for that 100,000-year-old soul bone, you'll have to figure that out yourself. Isn't your precious son also participating in the competition? And he's a Twin Spirit Hall academy member at that. If you add four soul rings to his Clear Sky Hammer, Shrek Academy's chances of defeating Spirit Hall Academy might be even greater than mine. After all, no matter how powerful I am, I'm still just one person." As he spoke, Lan Si turned and leaped down the mountainside, then chased after the convoy without looking back.

Watching Lan Si's figure gradually disappear into the distance, Tang Ritian was slightly lost in thought. While feeling regret that Lan Si's talent was so terrifying but he hadn't awakened the Clear Sky Hammer Martial Soul, he seemed to have made up his mind and murmured, "Now that things have come to this, it seems that this is the only way."

In fact, he didn't believe that Lan Si alone could defeat the entire Spirit Hall team.

The reason he came to Lan Si was simply to seek insurance.

Rather than making a request, it was more like a test and probing of Lan Si.

As a result, before he could even open his mouth, Lan Si began to berate him repeatedly, defending the Haotian Sect in every way and showing great hatred for him as a sinner of the Haotian Sect.

This trip was worthwhile.

At least, he confirmed that Lan Si harbored no hatred or threat towards the Haotian Sect, and that he cared deeply for the sect and longed to return to the Haotian Sect to acknowledge his ancestors.

...........

The scene returns to Tang San's side.

Upon seeing his father arrive, Tang San's eyes instantly lit up with joy, and he excitedly said, "Dad."

Tang Ritian nodded solemnly and said in a deep voice, "I'll wait for you in the grove to the west. Go and say goodbye to your companions. I'll take you away for a while. We'll meet up with them again when we reach Wuhun City."

As he spoke, Tang Ritian disappeared from Tang San's sight.

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Chapter 214 Tang Ritian's Test

"Could it be that Dad wants to take me out for special training?" Thinking this, Tang San's eyes lit up instantly, and he quickly re-entered the carriage. Perfect timing! Xiao Wu's soul power had also reached level forty; he could ask his father, Tang Ritian, for help in obtaining a soul ring.

A short while later, after Tang San explained the situation to the Shrek Academy members, Xiao Wu followed Tang San into the grove that Tang Ritian had mentioned.

"Xiao Wu, come here, let me introduce you, this is me..." Tang San excitedly took Xiao Wu's hand, wanting to introduce her to Tang Ritian, but Xiao Wu smiled slightly and greeted him naturally, "Uncle Tang, hello."

"What? You've started calling me Uncle Tang again?" Tang Ritian glared at him irritably, a rare faint smile appearing on his sallow old face.

Xiao Wu blushed and lowered her head, her voice barely a whisper: "Dad...Dad..."

Upon seeing the two familiar faces, Tang San's eyes widened, and his old face flushed red as he exclaimed, "Dad, how come you and Xiao Wu know each other... and... why does Xiao Wu call you Dad too..."

"Xiao Wu, you tell Xiao San. I think he should know by now." Tang Ritian looked at Xiao Wu.

Xiao Wu nodded emphatically, took a deep breath, and solemnly said, "Third Brother, I'm not actually human. I'm a 100,000-year-old transformed soul beast..."

As she spoke, Xiao Wu recounted her background and how she met Tang Ritian.

After hearing Xiao Wu's words, Tang San lowered his head, his half-length bangs hanging down freely, his eyes obscured by shadows, and fell into a brief silence.