Douluo Continent: Martial Soul Pill Devouring, I am the True Path of the Tang Sect

"They came over on their own initiative, what a bold move!"

"It's one thing to pretend outside, but to actually dare to come looking for us is just outrageous."

Lu Jin was immediately furious. Was the other party an idiot, or did they think they were idiots?

Before they even got there, the other party dared to come knocking on their door. This is truly outrageous!

"Mr. Lu, be careful. The fact that they dared to come to our door means they are confident and have the means to do so."

"We need to be careful."

Tang Miaoxing spoke up.

"Let's go take a look first, and we can talk about anything else after we've seen it."

After a long silence, Tang Qiushan finally spoke.

"Indeed, Mr. Lu, let's go and see those seniors who came back from the dead."

Tang Miaoxing stood up as he spoke, and Zhang Wang and Tang Qiushan followed behind him.

Lu Jin followed closely behind and they went up the steps leading up the mountain, looking down at the entrance of the martial arts school.

A short while later, a car pulled up at the entrance, and Tang Jiaren and his group came out.

Chapter 226 The Trinity Sect, Lu Jin seeks guidance!

"Master!"

Tang Miaoxing looked at the person getting off the bus, and for a moment he felt a little dazed. It looked too much like the person.

Although I had already seen it in photos, seeing it in person was a completely different experience.

"Master, Master Ying."

Zhang Wang and Tang Qiushan were deeply moved as they watched the people getting off the bus. They wished it were true.

"Master!"

Lu Jin's eyes reddened slightly. He shared the same thought as Tang Miaoxing: how wonderful it would be if Zuo Ruotong were really resurrected.

But that's impossible. It's all fake. People can't be brought back to life. No sect has the means to revive people.

At the school gate at this moment.

"You must be disciples of the Tang Clan. Give this driver some money as payment."

After getting out of the car, Tang Bingwen glanced at the people who came to greet him and immediately recognized them as disciples of the Tang Clan.

The traces of cultivation were not hidden at all; they could be seen through at a glance.

"This... is fine."

"Please come upstairs, everyone. Our sect leader is already waiting for you."

Tang Ming looked at the old sect leader in front of him, feeling somewhat nervous, even though he knew the person in front of him might be an imposter.

But the person in front of him was Tang Bingwen, the former sect leader. Which Tang Sect disciple wouldn't be nervous?

"The current sect leader is Miaoxing, right? It's true that becoming the sect leader has made him arrogant. He even asked me to go see him."

As Tang Bingwen spoke, he looked up at the back of the martial arts school and sensed several subtle gazes.

He guessed that Tang Miaoxing and the others were probably observing.

"Junior brother, this is normal. Miaoxing would definitely not be able to accept our sudden appearance."

"He probably thinks we're fake, that our appearance is part of some conspiracy, and he might even be plotting to kill us now."

Tang Jiaren said with a smile.

He spoke casually, but Tang Ming, listening nearby, was sweating profusely. The sect leader's thoughts had been completely accurate.

"Master, Laughing Yama, Tang Jiaren."

Tang Ming looked at Tang Jiaren, who had died many years before he was born.

He had heard many legends about Tang Jiaren, and he still felt a deep sense of awe towards him.

"Alright, let's go. It's been so many years since we've been back. Take us up the mountain to have a look."

"Let's also call the younger generation over here, so we can see what the Tang Clan is really like now."

With his hands behind his back, Tang Shiying strode directly up the mountain, even though the mountain looked quite different from before.

But it was still the mountain gate where they had lived since childhood, and they could still vaguely recognize it.

"Uncle Ying is right. Let's go and see for ourselves what the Tang Clan is like now."

Although Tang Jiaren and Tang Bingwen controlled themselves well, they couldn't help but feel a little excited.

They disappeared from Tang Ming and his group in the blink of an eye, and Zuo Ruotong followed them.

"So fast!"

"This is the Xu Bu!"

Tang Ming was surprised. This speed and the silent walking pace were the Tang Clan's "Whining Steps"!

"Senior brother, this... didn't they say they were fake?"

A disciple of the Tang Clan spoke nervously.

"........."

"Well, let's just do our jobs properly, the department head will decide the rest."

Tang Ming was also confused about what was going on, as the whirlwind step was a unique movement technique of their Tang Clan.

Even if an outsider learned it, they could never have such profound skill!

This is really baffling.

The group began to climb the mountain, ascending the steps one by one, without stopping along the way.

"In the end, we've been at peace for too long. Without the threat of life and death, even the most diligent training will still fall short."

Tang Bingwen glanced at the woods on both sides of the steps; many Tang Clan disciples were hidden in the forest.

They hid themselves very well to outsiders, but Tang Bingwen saw too many flaws in them.

"Isn't this a good thing? It means that our Tang Clan disciples no longer have to risk their lives like they did back then."

Tang Jiaren felt this was a good thing, as it meant that life was more prosperous and that his disciples no longer needed to risk their lives for tomorrow.

As the two were talking, they reached the end of the steps, and Tang Miaoxing and the others appeared in front of Tang Bingwen and his group.

"Miaoxing, is this how you, as the sect leader, welcome us?"

Tang Bingwen scrutinized Tang Miaoxing with his one eye and then spoke.

"........."

Tang Miaoxing looked at Tang Bingwen in front of him and felt that he looked too much like him. Whether it was his appearance, the tone of his voice, or his demeanor, they were all too similar.

He felt as if he had returned to his younger days, when the old sect leader used to scold them for doing something wrong.

"Master...you are dead."

After a long silence, Tang Miaoxing spoke.

"I know, but I've been resurrected."

"You think I'm fake, right? But as the head of the Tang Clan, you think I'm fake."

"Then either we should just avoid meeting and have someone kill me."

"Either you decide to meet, or if you do, you need to control your emotions, pour some tea, and calmly wait for us to arrive."

“What’s the meaning of you waiting for us outside? Does this mean your mind is wavering?”

Tang Bingwen wasn't angry that Tang Miaoxing suspected them, but rather that Tang Miaoxing handled the situation.

If it were him, he would not hesitate to order someone to kill him, regardless of whether it was true or not. He would do anything that might shake the foundation of the Tang Clan.

Cold to the point of cruelty, yet sometimes full of emotion, achieving a strange balance between reason and feeling.

This is why Tang Bingwen was able to become the gatekeeper.

"Master, I..."

Tang Miaoxing looked at Tang Bingwen, and his heart wavered even more. Tang Bingwen's behavior perfectly matched his understanding of the old sect leader.

A person who remains steadfast and clear about what they want to do, no matter what happens.

"bump!"

In an instant, Tang Bingwen made his move, and Tang Miaoxing was sent flying, his body covered in poison.

"If my arrival was a conspiracy, then you would be dead by now."

"With you, as the sect leader, dead, the Tang Sect will lose its leader and face fierce attacks from the enemy."

"Your one wrong decision has led to the destruction of my Tang Clan's thousand-year-old foundation!"

Tang Bingwen reprimanded loudly.

They were too complacent; they even wavered in their resolve when facing someone who might be an enemy.

If Tang Bingwen had wanted to kill Tang Miaoxing in that split second, Tang Miaoxing would have been dead already.

"Senior brother!"

Zhang Wang, Tang Qiushan, and the nearby Tang Clan disciples instantly prepared to attack.

"stop!"

"Instant strike, or an instant strike with an extremely high level of skill."

Tang Miaoxing touched her throat; it hurt. The person in front of her had just touched her throat.

My poison barrier only activated after the other party withdrew their hand, which means the other party wanted to kill me.

Now I am dead.

"Old sect leader... is it really you who has been resurrected?"