Douluo: Reincarnation of Leosli, punishing the evildoers

Several days passed, and Tang San finally arrived at a mysterious place. The mountain road before him was as winding as a snake, with strange rocks jutting out from the sides, yet the scenery was breathtakingly beautiful. Surrounded by mountains, there was hardly any human habitation within a hundred miles—truly an excellent place for seclusion!

Tang San examined the place carefully and was now certain. He was certain he hadn't gone to the wrong place; the Clear Sky Sect shown on the map was indeed this quiet little village before him. It was truly lamentable that the once glorious number one sect in the world had fallen to such a state.

In the village, wisps of smoke rose from the chimneys of the houses, indicating that lunchtime was approaching. At the village entrance, several mischievous children were playing and laughing, their voices as clear as bells; while in the fields, farmers were busy tidying up their tools, preparing to go home for a delicious meal.

However, before Tang San even got close, he attracted the attention of the villagers. "Halt! Our village doesn't welcome outsiders."

A middle-aged man in his fifties stepped out and blocked Tang San's path, looking wary.

Tang San was startled, thinking to himself, "This person is actually a Soul Master!"

The middle-aged man had sharp eyes. Although he didn't show too much excitement, the other villagers began to tense up. They tightened their grip on the farm tools and shifted their feet slightly, as if they wanted to surround him.

Tang San sighed inwardly, stood still, and said with a smile, "I'm not an outsider, I'm just coming home."

The middle-aged villager was taken aback, a look of doubt flashing in his eyes: "Going home? We don't have any noble young masters like you around here, we're all country folk. What home are you going home to?"

Speaking of the Clear Sky Sect, it was once the number one sect in the Soul Master world of Douluo Continent! But now, because of the trouble caused by that scoundrel Tang Hao and the soul beasts, the Pope was killed, and the sect suffered heavy losses, forcing it to close its mountains and go into seclusion. After announcing its closure, the Clear Sky Sect relocated, thinking that no one would come to the new site, but unexpectedly, today it welcomed such a strange figure.

As a result of Tang Xiao running off, their sect lost three more titled members in succession. If Tang Xiao is included, that makes four. Not to mention, their soul bones were also wiped out by the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School.

You should know that this was someone their Haotian Sect had secretly nurtured for nearly twenty years.

Their current situation cannot be discovered, or they will be doomed.

Tang San's heart tightened instantly. He grabbed with his right hand, and the Clear Sky Hammer martial soul shone brightly in his hand. Instantly, the surrounding air seemed to be shaken by the surging killing intent, and the burly man who had rushed out couldn't help but frown. Just then, Tang San's clear and cold voice swept by like a cold wind: "My name is Tang San, and I have come to find my aunt, Tang Yuehua. I think this martial soul is enough to prove my identity."

That's right, his only immediate family member right now is Tang Yuehua. At this moment, his father Tang Hao's instructions flashed through his mind, and he added, "I just came from the City of Slaughter, and I may not be able to fully control my emotions and the killing intent within me. Please forgive me if I have offended you." His tone was sincere, though his heart was not at peace.

Upon hearing this, the burly man's face showed astonishment. "What's your name?"

Tang San remained expressionless and answered crisply, "Tang San!"

"Your name is Tang San?" A hint of shock flashed in the burly man's eyes, as if he was processing the weight of the name. "Yes!" Tang San nodded firmly, a strange feeling rising in his heart.

"Wait!" The burly man's voice was urgent, as if he were waiting for some important news.

About half an hour later, hurried footsteps came from outside, and the door creaked open, revealing several men dressed in gray clothes standing in the doorway.

"So you're Tang San?" The gray-clad burly man's voice was deep, his eyes flashing with a sharp light. He looked Tang San up and down as if he were examining prey, his face revealing curiosity and a hint of hostility.

Tang San was puzzled. He didn't know this person and didn't understand why he was being treated with hostility, but he still simply nodded and said, "That's me."

The burly man in gray waved to his two companions and instructed, "Come with us."

With that, Tang San nimbly leaped and disappeared into the misty fog. "It seems the Clear Sky Sect doesn't have a very good impression of me and my father..." He frowned slightly, feeling a little uneasy, then withdrew his martial spirit and quickly followed Tang Long.

After crossing the rickety iron chain, the distant east was slowly brightening, like a beacon in the morning light, illuminating the massive stone structure atop the mountain. The building, entirely gray, seemed to be part of the mountain itself, as if it occupied the entire summit. Below it stood a majestic stone gate, five meters high, upon which were boldly inscribed three characters—Haotian Sect.

"Please show us your sect's token." Just as Tang Long reached the door, a gray-clad youth beside him cast a glance his way, his eyes sharp as a cheetah eyeing its prey.

"A token!?" Tang San's heart tightened, and his brows furrowed involuntarily. Tang Long possessed the Heavenly Hammer Martial Soul, clearly a direct disciple of the sect. Bringing him here without a fight already spoke volumes, didn't it? Yet why was the sect still shrouded in mystery? How exactly was his uncle leading the sect? What were the sect's elders doing?
“It’s the Haotian Hammer.” Tang Long turned around expressionlessly and said calmly, “Only direct descendants of the sect can enter here. Affiliated and collateral disciples have to live in the villages outside. They only asked you to show your token because you’re a stranger; that’s the rule.” As he said this, his gaze darkened.

Since the sect announced a complete closure of the mountain, many vassals have quietly left. Now, the villages at the foot of the mountain are mostly inhabited by collateral disciples who haven't awakened the Clear Sky Hammer martial spirit. Under the close surveillance of the Spirit Hall, they supply the sect with essential resources, a truly heartbreaking sight.

The Clear Sky Sect has fallen to such a state… Tang San’s heart sank. He had noticed this when he passed through the village earlier; it was pitifully small, with at most a few hundred residents, and their living conditions were extremely harsh. Looking at the dilapidated houses and the tattered clothes drying outside, it was hardly the life of a sect disciple; it was more like that of an ordinary farmer.

He nodded slightly, his resolve hardening. Tang San flipped his left hand, and a foot-long Clear Sky Hammer appeared in his palm amidst a surge of black light. Unfortunately, it didn't even have a single spirit ring... The eyes of the two gatekeeper disciples immediately turned utterly cold.

"Let's go." Seeing the change in their expressions, Tang Long didn't offer any further explanation. He simply waved his hand and continued walking forward.

Tang San said nothing, silently withdrawing his martial spirit and following closely behind. Soon, they arrived in front of a massive building, as large as a castle. (End of Chapter)