Douluo: I am the outer demon

Chapter 222 The Three-Year Agreement Has Expired
If it weren't for the thought of becoming a man after becoming a god that kept motivating him, he would have collapsed and given up long ago.

Now, this damn three years of humiliation is finally over, and he, Young Master Tang, is back!

"Is this guy stupid?" A middle-aged beggar nearby looked at the crazy Tang San and couldn't help but touched the back of his neck with some fear. They and Tang San were both beggars without gangs and usually lived in this alley. Because Tang San looked too sinister, they basically had no contact with him.

"It's normal." An old beggar next to him seemed to have seen a lot of the world and said, "Before, there was a beggar who had hysterics and said he was a prince, but in the end he still had to beg obediently. Beggars are beggars, don't have those unrealistic dreams."

Tang San suddenly let out a long roar, wantonly venting the spirit power in his body, and the aura of fifty-level spirit power emerged. He had not stopped practicing over the years, and the hatred for the Spirit Hall in his heart had always supported him. He also dared not forget the Spirit Hall Saint who had snatched Xiao Wu away.

He even had nightmares from time to time about Xiao Wu being molested by that Saint Son, which almost drove him crazy.

"Wuhun Empire, wait! I'm back!"

"Soul Master, he is actually a soul master?" Seeing the four soul rings lighting up on Tang San's body, the old beggar and the middle-aged beggar both widened their eyes and opened their mouths.

How could a dignified soul master fall to the point where he has to beg for a living with them? Is he trying to experience life?

Or? The old beggar thought more.

"It's actually the Soul Master." The middle-aged beggar's eyes showed envy. Soul Master, what a desirable profession. He actually begged with the Soul Master. How proud he would be if he could tell others about it.

"Not good." The old beggar's heart skipped a beat and he pulled the middle-aged beggar's clothes, "Let's go quickly."

"Ah, why?" The middle-aged beggar did not move. He wanted to take the opportunity to chat with the soul master. After all, they were people who had begged together before. Maybe he could be appreciated by the soul master and get rid of his identity as a beggar and reach the peak of his life.

"Nothing." The old beggar suddenly noticed Tang San's gaze and smiled brightly, "I remembered that I have something else to do, so I'll leave first."

As he spoke, he walked quickly out of the alley, completely different from his previous unsteady appearance.

"Haha, want to run? It's too late!"

The ferocious laughter sounded.

A few screams were heard in the alley, and then calm was quickly restored. Tang San casually wiped his hands on the old beggar's clothes.

After seeing Young Master Tang at his most miserable state, you still want to survive?
Haha, ridiculous.

And who knows if they will expose themselves and attract their enemies. As the Xuantian Baolu says - only the dead can be considered good people.

"Rewards for the seventh test of the God of Suffering: a ten-level soul power increase, a divinely bestowed soul ring, and a thirty percent affinity with the power of suffering."

The voice of the divine test suddenly sounded, and then a spirit ring appeared out of thin air and was put on Tang San's body. If it were Shang An, he would find that this was the power of faith. This spirit ring smoothly turned into a ten thousand year spirit ring, and then stopped.

The joy on Tang San's face suddenly paused. His fifth soul ring was stuck for ten thousand years and couldn't move. The fourth soul ring was even older than this!

He gritted his teeth and wanted to continue to improve the age of the fifth ring, but the blood flowing from the corner of his mouth finally made him stop.

After three years of begging, his body had become very weak, his face was pale and his body was thin, he was seriously malnourished, and his body was defective. Being able to carry a ten thousand year spirit ring was already a good result of his spirit power cultivation.

Then divine power poured into his body, and his soul power began to increase. After ten levels of soul power, his realm finally stopped at sixty levels.

"I still have my second martial soul. It's no big deal if the spirit ring of my first martial soul is almost there. It's no big deal if it's almost there." He comforted himself like this.

But I'm still very angry!
"The eighth test of the God of Suffering is to kill your teacher. As your teacher, Yu Xiaogang is weak and is an obstacle to your progress. He is also your inner demon."

"The mission requires you to repay the suffering that Yu Xiaogang brought to you in the illusion in the same way, and then kill Yu Xiaogang in the most cruel way."

"A reward of a God-given spirit ring and level five spirit power. Do you accept it?"

The grand voice rang in his ears again, but the content of the divine test made his body tremble.

Killing the master?

This goes against his long-held beliefs. How could he do such a thing? It goes against human ethics!
But when he thought about the torture he had endured in the past three years, the little girl he had lost, and the little Wu who had been taken away from him, he could not open his mouth to refuse.

My divine test has already come to this point, how can I give up just like that?

He would never be willing to give up the divine test.

I think the teacher will understand.

After all, isn't the teacher's long-cherished wish to train an apprentice who can prove himself?

Tang San's expression was uncertain, his face shrouded in shadow, like a hungry wolf.

"accept!"

When I become a god, I will definitely clear my teacher's name and make him respected by the world.

"Ding, the eighth test of the God of Suffering begins. Please complete it within one month. Otherwise, it will be considered a failure and you will lose the qualification to inherit the throne."

After accepting the divine test, Tang San's expression became more and more desolate. He walked out of the alley. One month was not a long time, and he had to finish it as soon as possible just in case.

After gaining strength, Tang San no longer hid. He first took out the gold soul coins from the long-sealed storage soul guide, found a hotel, took a shower and changed clothes, then spent money to buy some materials, simply changed his appearance and rushed to Tiandou City.

As far as he knew, although the Tiandou Empire was destroyed and his teacher Yu Xiaogang also lost his position as the Imperial Master, due to the support of the Seven Treasures Glazed Sect, the Tang Clan’s headquarters was still safe and sound, and his teacher Yu Xiaogang should still be living there.

“Ning Fengzhi is an okay guy, although he shows signs of defecting to the Spirit Hall, but seeing that he has protected the Tang Sect, I will spare his life in the future and only settle accounts with those Seven Treasures Glazed Disciples who supported and defected to the Spirit Hall.” Tang San said secretly in his heart, he, Young Master Tang San, was so merciful.

The small city where he lived was not far from Tiandou City. He rented a carriage and it only took two days to reach Tiandou City.

Tiandou City is still prosperous. Although it is no longer the imperial capital, it has accumulated many years of experience and will not decline overnight. In addition, the war between the Wuhun Empire and Tiandou was mostly a show, so it did not have much impact on the economy of the Tiandou Empire.

Tang San easily sneaked into the city and walked to the front of the Tang Sect’s base according to the route he remembered. Looking at the plaque in front of him with the word "Tang Sect" engraved on it, he still looked a little dazed.

Tang Sect, his Tang Sect, he is finally back!

"Who are you?" The guard at the door couldn't help but shout when he saw Tang San standing in front of the door for a long time without moving.

Tang San waved his hand and took out a token.

"It's the Sect Master!" The two guards were shocked and immediately knelt on one knee, "Welcome back, Sect Master!"

Seeing the two men's respectful looks, Tang San nodded with satisfaction. He saw that these people still respected him as the sect leader, so he thought that the teacher was doing a good job.

He walked in quickly with his hands behind his back, but he didn't know that not long after he entered, one of the guards immediately reported his return.

Yu Xiaogang sat on a large chair specially made in the room, chewing a chicken leg while flipping through a book with his greasy fingers. He didn't care that the grease stuck to the book.

After losing his status as the Imperial Master, his food supply declined significantly. Fortunately, the Tang Clan still had some spare money, which was enough for him to spend for the time being.

It’s just that the officials in the past were so damn insidious. When they took the antique calligraphy and paintings that were given to him to buy, when they were appraised, they turned out to be fakes, the worst kind of fakes, not worth a single gold soul coin.

The same thing happened with Marshal Gelong's former subordinates, who would come to block the door from time to time. He had been beaten three times for this, and each time was more severe than the last!
All his teeth are now replaced with gold ones, because his original teeth were knocked out. If he hadn't been sure that he really didn't know where Tang San was, he might not have been beaten up, he might have died.

Anyway, he is now trying his best to hide in the Tang Sect and dare not go out. The Tang Sect has the protection of the Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Sect, and others dare not break in, but Yu Xiaogang does not have that.

"Hey, the idea of ​​the martial soul fusion technique in this book is very good. I can organize it and put it in the new martial soul ten core competition theory that I will publish soon."

Inspiration burst out in his mind, the words in the book danced in his mind, and he began to think about how to copy, uh no, how to organize it.

Suddenly, the door was opened.

Yu Xiaogang frowned, without looking up, put down the chicken leg, slammed the table and shouted: "Didn't I tell you not to disturb me? Don't you know that I am doing research on martial spirit theory? If my inspiration is interrupted, do you know how much loss it will bring to the spirit master world?"

The person who pushed the door was also stunned for a moment, then walked in and closed the door.

"Teacher, it's me." "Huh?" Yu Xiaogang raised his head suddenly, and his small eyes squeezed by fat stared at the figure in front of him for a long time before confirming: "Xiao San! Is it really you who came back?"

He looked at Tang San with some surprise. It was impossible for Tang San not to know that someone wanted to take revenge on him. Could it be that he had recovered from the strange disease that caused his soul power to disappear and now he was back, so he felt more confident?

Tang San saw the doubt in Yu Xiaogang's eyes and replied: "Teacher, my strength has recovered and reached level 60."

"Level 60! Good, good, good, you are worthy of being my good disciple. I knew it, I knew it."

Yu Xiaogang's original resentment towards Tang San disappeared instantly, and he began to praise:

"Xiao San, you really lived up to your master's high expectations. You are the first person in the entire Douluo Continent to become a Soul Emperor at the age of less than 20."

The waste Tang San is nothing to him, but the genius Tang San is his treasure. So what if he gets beaten a few times? With Xiao San's talent, he will become a god sooner or later. Then it will be the time for him, Yu Xiaogang, to become famous in Douluo.

He stood up and walked to Tang San with his increasingly fat body, his eyes full of relief, "Xiao San, it's good to be back. The Tang Sect needs you, and I need you too."

Just when he opened his mouth, he revealed a mouthful of big gold teeth.

"Teacher, your teeth?"

"It was those old subordinates of Ge Long who did it." Yu Xiaogang said with resentment in his eyes:
"They wanted to get information about you, but how could they know that we had a deep bond as master and disciple? I would definitely not betray you, Xiao San. So when they couldn't get any information about you and wanted to vent their hatred, they often dragged me to the grove and beat me up. All my teeth were knocked out by them."

"Teacher~" Tang San was suddenly moved. This was his teacher, his second father! Although he wanted to kill the teacher as cruelly as possible, he would definitely let the teacher rest in peace as soon as possible afterwards, so that the teacher could get what he wanted.

"Little three~"

The master and the disciple looked at each other affectionately, and both saw the sincerity in each other's eyes.

"Xiao San, are you leaving again after you come back this time?" Yu Xiaogang suddenly asked.

"Teacher, I came back this time to complete my eighth divine test, but don't worry, teacher, after completing the divine test, I will get rid of those who hurt you and avenge you." Tang San replied.

"Is that so? The divine test is completed." Yu Xiaogang's eyes showed surprise. Although he felt that Tang San's words were full of hidden meanings, he was already overwhelmed by the news of his disciple's divine test, so how could he care about this.

Tang San had mentioned to him before that the Divine Test consists of nine tests. Now Tang San has reached the eighth test, so doesn’t that mean it’s almost over?
When Tang San becomes a god, he will be the teacher of gods and should be worshipped and worshipped by the world.

His disciple became a god under his careful teaching. Who would dare to say that he was a plagiarist? Who would dare to call him a waste? Even his father would have to look at him with new eyes. Those clansmen who used to look down on him would definitely regret their previous lack of vision.

Yu Xiaogang seemed to have already seen the scene of himself being worshipped by thousands of people in the future.

"Teacher, the content of my eighth divine test is related to you. Let's go to the secret room to discuss it in detail." Tang San said with a somewhat evasive look.

"Okay, okay, let's go now." As it was related to the disciple's divine test, Yu Xiaogang was more anxious than Tang San and was ready to set off immediately. This urgency made Tang San somewhat embarrassed.

The two of them came to the secret room of the Tang Sect's headquarters through a deep secret passage. This secret room was requested to be built by Tang San when the construction of the Tang Sect's headquarters started. As a disciple of the Tang Sect, sometimes a lot of shameful work has to be done in the secret room, so Tang San specially made such a secret room. Look, it's being used now.

After closing the door of the secret room with his own hands, Yu Xiaogang turned on the soul guide lamp in the secret room.

Then he said to Tang San impatiently: "Xiao San, what is your divine test? Don't worry, as long as you can use me, no matter what it is, I will help you."

Tang San looked a little unnatural, coughed, and then said: "Teacher, don't be in a hurry, do you know a blood-red stone?"

"Blood-red stone?" Yu Xiaogang touched his head, "Never heard of it."

"That's such a pity." Tang San said it was a pity, but he didn't really care. He just suddenly remembered that Yu Xiaogang was related to the Blue Lightning Tyrant Clan, so he just wanted to see if he could get any information about the stone from Yu Xiaogang. He had never forgotten this lost stone.

But since the teacher doesn’t know, there’s no need to keep him any longer, so just finish the divine test as soon as possible.

"Xiao San, is this stone important to you?"

"Yes, I feel this is a great opportunity for me, but it was bought by a disciple of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Sect."

Tang San looked at Yu Xiaogang's fat body, wondering how to start.

"Did a disciple of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Sect buy it?" Yu Xiaogang's eyes flickered when he heard this, and then he showed a hint of determination, "Xiao San, I'll help you get it back."

"Oh." Tang San's hand, which was about to move, suddenly stopped.

"Teacher, this may be a bit difficult. The last time Emperor Qinghe went to help me get it back, he was unable to get it back."

Yu Xiaogang smiled confidently, "Xiao San, have you forgotten that I am the son of Thunder Douluo Yu Yuanzhen, the leader of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Sect? If I am willing to sacrifice my face and beg my father, the disciple who took the stone will definitely be willing to give me this face."

The identity of the son of Thunder Douluo has always been his pride.

That's right! Tang San's eyes lit up. The teacher was the son of Thunder Douluo. With him around, would he really not be able to get his stone back? It was also because the teacher was so useless that he forgot that the teacher was actually the son of a Titled Douluo.

With the help of the teacher, I am afraid that the stone may be recovered. I was too far away to get it back.

Thinking of this, Tang San temporarily gave up the idea of ​​completing the divine test immediately.

Yu Xiaogang had no idea that he had been to the gates of hell.

"Teacher, that stone is very important to me. I'm leaving this matter to you."

Tang San bowed deeply towards Yu Xiaogang.

"You and I are master and disciple, why be so polite?" Yu Xiaogang hurriedly helped Tang San up, his eyes full of satisfaction. He knew that his disciple was filial and polite, and treated him like his own father.

Tang San stood up.

Suddenly Yu Xiaogang sighed again, "What a pity, since the last time we parted, Haotian Douluo has not appeared again."

"Haotian Douluo?" Tang San didn't know why the teacher suddenly mentioned this.

"Xiao San, I originally promised Haotian Douluo to keep this a secret, but now that you are about to become a god, I will not hide this from you."

After hearing Yu Xiaogang's words, Tang San suddenly had a guess in his mind. Could it be that
Yu Xiaogang continued, "Xiao San, do you know the origin of the Clear Sky Hammer in your hand?"

Tang San thought for a moment and said, "I heard that the inherited martial spirit of the Clear Sky Sect, the world's number one sect destroyed by the Spirit Empire, is the Clear Sky Hammer. Could it be that my father is a disciple of the Clear Sky Sect?"

Yu Xiaogang nodded and shook his head, then raised his head and said, "Your father is not only a disciple of the Haotian Sect, but also a contemporary Haotian Douluo."

"Haotian Douluo!" Tang San exclaimed. He really couldn't connect his blacksmith father with the dignified Titled Douluo.

"That's right." Yu Xiaogang showed a bit of admiration on his face. Ever since he knew that Tang Hao had killed Qian Xunji, he became a die-hard fan of Tang Hao.

"Your father is not an ordinary Titled Douluo, and your mother is not an ordinary person either. At the beginning, Wuhun sent three Titled Douluos to hunt down your mother, one of whom was the Pope of the previous generation. They thought it was a sure win, but who knew that your father broke through the Titled Douluo in the battle and defeated the three Titled Douluos in a row. Even the previous Pope died under your father's Clear Sky Hammer."

Yu Xiaogang told Tang San the version he knew. Actually, this version was not necessarily accurate, and was mostly hearsay, but it still fooled Tang San.

It turns out that my origin is so great and my father is so powerful!

Hearing about his life story, Tang San was a little confused. He was not a poor boy from a blacksmith's family, but the son of a Titled Douluo. Fortunately, he did not rush to kill Yu Xiaogang at that time, otherwise, how could he have learned this information?

But then Tang San started to feel resentful again: "Since my father is a Titled Douluo, why has he never appeared before?"

You have to know that he has been tortured so much over the years. Not to mention the time in the Star Dou Great Forest, he was crippled during the Martial Spirit Competition and Tang Hao did not show up. Moreover, he has been hiding here and there for the past three years, and Tang Hao has not even seen a ghost. Does he still have this son in his heart?

"Hey, Xiao San, although I don't know what Haotian Douluo is doing, your father actually cares about you." Yu Xiaogang patted Tang San's shoulder, leaving an oil stain on his clothes.
"When you first came to Notting College, your father came to see me, and he was the one who gave me the Pope's Order. However, perhaps because the Wuhun Empire has been hunting him down again in recent years, he has not shown up in order to avoid getting in trouble with you."

"Is that so?" Tang San murmured. After listening to Yu Xiaogang's words, his resentment towards Tang Hao dissipated a little. After all, he was his father, with whom he was related by blood. He was different from Yu Xiaogang. In his previous education, father was everything, so Tang San chose to forgive his father.

Then he gritted his teeth and uttered a few words: "Spirit Hall, Spirit Empire, it's you again, such an evil force, there is a way to die, I will destroy it!"

(End of this chapter)