Douluo: Becoming Qian Renxue

Chapter 250: The teacher is missing?

Wuhun City, inside a large hotel.

Tang Hao took Tang San and planned to enter Jiang Xue's room through the window, so that Tang San could realize the disappearance of Teacher Jiang first, and check if there was any suspicious or useful information in the room.

When he reached the window of the room, Tang San hesitated for a moment, "Dad, it's not good to enter a girl's room in the middle of the night, right?"

He was awakened by Tang Hao in his sleep, and Tang Hao led him here directly. Climbing a girl's window in the middle of the night, Tang San was a little suspicious whether Tang Hao had encountered some emergency.

Tang Hao was silent for a moment, and did not answer Tang San's question. He just nodded and said, "Go in."

Tang San:"……"

In the two seconds he hesitated, Tang Hao had already jumped in. Tang San shook his head helplessly. The competition was tomorrow. I really didn't know what my father was going to do.
But when he entered the room, he was stunned.

What came into view was a mess. The carpet was covered with golden feathers, shining with dazzling golden light, and the appearance was luxurious and beautiful. In addition to the golden feathers, there were also black feathers, but they were not so conspicuous and there were fewer of them.

Several books that were originally placed on the table fell to the ground in a mess, and the wardrobe in the room also fell to the ground and seemed to be damaged. The whole room looked like it had been through a battle.

The most important thing is that there is no teacher in this room.

Tang San's pupils shrank suddenly. The teacher is not here?! Could it be that as seen in the room, the teacher encountered a strong enemy? What's going on?
Somehow, Tang San suddenly thought of what the master said today. The Spirit Hall's young master and teacher, how dare the Spirit Hall be so bold that they dare to deal with the team leader and teacher representing the team during the competition!

The golden feathers on the ground were obviously from some kind of martial spirit. This martial spirit must belong to the young master of the Spirit Hall. When she fought with her father, she was on the newspaper. The photo in the newspaper was her martial spirit, the twelve-winged angel martial spirit. And she was a descendant of the angel family, so how could she not have their traditional angel martial spirit? Therefore, it was not difficult to determine who the golden feathers on the ground came from.

What about this black feather? Did it come from the teacher? Tang San knew that Jiang Xue, like him, was the owner of twin martial spirits, otherwise his father would not have been so confident in handing him over to her. Then this black feather might come from her second martial spirit. He didn't know what the teacher's second martial spirit was, but it might be a martial spirit related to feathers and other birds.

Tang San couldn't help but worry about the teacher's safety. Thinking of that blue figure, his fists gradually clenched. He turned around and looked at Tang Hao who was frowning and observing the golden feathers. His voice was trembling, "Dad, where is the teacher?"

Tang Hao clenched the golden feather in his hand and sighed, "I don't know where she went, Xiao San, Aunt Ning is dead."

Tang San's eyes suddenly widened and his mouth opened wide, "How is this possible? When? Who?"

Tang San certainly knew how strong Aunt Ning was. As a sword spirit owner, Tang San sometimes felt that even Sword Douluo Chen Xin, who was known as the best swordsman in the world, was not as strong as her. But such a person was dead now? The Spirit Hall had actually done this. Aunt Ning was dead. How sad the teacher must be.

Tang Hao closed his eyes and replied, "Just half an hour ago, the Spirit Hall's young master killed him."

Half an hour ago, Tang San held the black feather and felt despair in his heart. The Spirit Hall's young master was indeed the Spirit Hall's young master. Did the teacher and the Spirit Hall also have hatred?
No, Dad saw it? Tang San hurriedly analyzed Tang Hao's words. Did Dad see their fight? Was the teacher injured? Was she still alive?
Tang San felt mental pain and trembled all over. Jiang Xue was not only his mentor on the road of cultivation, but also a person he trusted. Tang Hao patted his shoulder, "Although I don't know where she is, Teacher Jiang should be safe for the time being."

In fact, Tang Hao thought of a place. Seven years ago, Teacher Jiang went to the Slaughter City. In just one year, she went through the Hell Road alone and won the title of God of Slaughter. Later, she went to Yuexuan to learn how to control her killing spirit. Now for her, the Slaughter City, which others cannot easily leave, may be the safest place. What's more, for her second martial soul, that place may be a very suitable place for cultivation.

Although the Slaughter City and the Spirit Hall have a secret deal, Tang Hao believes that the cunning Slaughter King will not inform the Spirit Hall of Teacher Jiang's whereabouts just to be able to easily fight against the God of Killing in the Slaughter City. After all, if the Pope Bibi Dong, who possesses the field of the God of Killing, and Teacher Jiang fight, the venue will definitely be in the Slaughter City, and the one who suffers the greatest loss at that time will be the Slaughter King.

Tang San heaved a sigh of relief. He believed in Tang Hao's judgment. As long as the teacher was safe, that was good enough. However, when he thought about her absence in tomorrow's game, Tang San couldn't help but feel lonely.

"No, Dad, the Spirit Hall killed Aunt Ning. So, Teacher was also present?" Tang San reacted and asked.

Tang Hao nodded gently, his face serious, "Xiao San, please listen to me carefully."

Time passed by minute by minute, Tang Hao sat under the dim light, telling the long story in a low voice. He told Tang San about the origin of Teacher Jiang and everything he had just encountered outside Wuhun City.

Tang San listened very seriously, his eyes flashing with hatred for the Spirit Hall. Spirit Hall, what a Spirit Hall! What an Angel Family! Tang San had lived two lives, and he had never hated a person or an organization so much.

The young master of the Spirit Hall... One day, he would kill this woman with an angelic appearance but a devilish heart with his own hands.

No wonder, no wonder that woman kept staring at the teacher today, she must have recognized the teacher the moment the teacher's veil fell. Moreover, Tang San had seen what Qian Renxue looked like.

Sisters...haha.

When he first met Shi Nian, he had seen what the young master of the Spirit Hall looked like, and he wondered why the two looked so similar.

No wonder the teacher had been wearing a veil since the game started, no wonder the teacher was so abnormal and fearful today, no wonder she asked the master to admit defeat in front of everyone, I'm afraid she herself knew the relationship between her and the young master of the Spirit Hall. And he was still thinking about the game, and didn't ask the teacher's mood. A sense of self-blame surrounded Tang San.

For Tang San, the moment Jiang Xue disappeared, the world seemed to collapse in an instant. An indescribable emptiness and loss surged in his heart, as if his soul had gone away with him. Memories flooded into his mind like a tide, and the time he spent with her kept flashing in his mind. Every detail was so clear, but at this moment it was like a broken dream, out of reach.

The teacher was missing and he didn't even know when they would meet again.

The culprit is again the Spirit Hall. The last time it was the former Pope of the Spirit Hall who forced my mother to sacrifice herself, this time it was the young master of the Spirit Hall who hunted down my teacher.

What a great father and daughter. Tang San's hatred grew stronger.

(End of this chapter)