Douluo: Reincarnation of Leosli, punishing the evildoers

Fourth Elder Tang Ziyi, now acting sect leader, is naturally more composed, so he is the one speaking now.

Upon hearing this, Tang San's expression turned somewhat grim, but he also understood that secrets couldn't be kept forever; no matter how hard he tried to conceal it, it would eventually be discovered.

"The soul bone was taken by Ning Fengzhi."

Tang San gritted his teeth and told the truth.

"what?!"

The three elders jumped up immediately upon hearing this.

You have to understand that the soul bones of the Haotian Sect were accumulated by their sect over many years, but now they have all been wiped out by the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School.

"What's going on, mistress?"

Tang Yuehua was more level-headed and knew Tang San's personality.

"That's how it is," Tang San said through gritted teeth, explaining why his soul bone was lost and the circumstances at the time.

Tang San emphasized that the situation was urgent at the time, portraying himself as a victim who had no choice but to agree to Ning Fengzhi's demands. Of course, he didn't mention that Ning Fengzhi wanted him to be his slave, only saying that the Spirit Hall was pressuring him too much and that Ning Fengzhi was a ruthless man who would devour people without spitting out the bones.

"You can't even protect your own soul, what's the point of you being alive? Why don't you just throw yourself away?"

After listening to Tang San's account, the Sixth Elder, Tang Yuran, cursed angrily.

Soul bones! Those were the inherited soul bones that their sect had accumulated over many years, the soul bones that best suited their Clear Sky Hammer martial soul, and now they were all gone.
How could he not be angry?

"I'm sorry!" Tang San also pretended to look ashamed.

"Sigh," Tang Yuehua sighed as she saw this. "It's alright, mistress, it's not your fault."

Ultimately, it's a good thing that Ning Fengzhi has taken the soul bone; at least it didn't benefit the Spirit Hall.

Of course, this is on the premise that the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School is not included.

"So what should we do now? We can't just let it go like this, can we?" Sixth Elder Tang Yuran said with a frown.

"What else can we do? The soul bone is gone, there's no point in dwelling on it anymore. The most urgent thing is to figure out how to revitalize the Haotian Sect," Fifth Elder Tang Fangrui said calmly.

Upon hearing this, Tang San sighed inwardly.

He brought this up in order to gain the sect's approval, but he never expected things to turn out this way.

However, this is normal. If it weren't for the elders' obstruction, the Haotian Sect might have been integrated by Tang Xiao long ago.

Seeing the three elders' expressions, Tang Yuehua sighed and said, "Alright, let's leave it at that."

Ultimately, the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School was at fault first, but now their relationship with the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School is one of irreconcilable enmity.

Since the soul bone is gone, there's no point in dwelling on it anymore. "Alright, Xiao San, you just got back, rest first, I'll discuss it with them again," Tang Yuehua said, patting Tang San on the shoulder.

"Okay." Tang San didn't say anything more, nodded, and left the hall.

The three elders sighed upon seeing this.

Last time we went to negotiate, we lost three elders. We really can't let them benefit from us again.

If Tang Chen were still alive, their Haotian Sect would never have tolerated such humiliation.

If Tang Chen were still alive, they wouldn't have let those bastards from the Spirit Hall bully them to this extent!
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"Phew!" Tang San, sitting on the stone bench, breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that the people in the hall had stopped moving.

If he hadn't managed to control his murderous intent just now, he might have already started fighting with these elders.

After all, his emotions are still very unstable, and with the influence of the Asura God, even if he controls his killing intent, he won't have a good ending.

When the disciples passed by and saw Tang San, their expressions were like dark clouds before a storm, each carrying a hint of hostility. The Clear Sky Sect, once powerful and renowned as the number one sect in the world, had been completely sealed off by Tang Hao's reclusive life, especially after his recent siege. Its former glory seemed to have vanished overnight. Those direct disciples who had once lived a life of comfort and ease were now forced to live in this harsh, cold land, enduring wind and rain. How could they not harbor resentment?

At this moment, Tang Hao's son, Tang San, walked by, and the disciples were filled with rage, unable to contain themselves. Suddenly, a sharp shout rang out: "Tang Hao's bastard, get out of the Clear Sky Sect! You are not worthy to set foot here again!" Immediately afterward, someone echoed, "That's right, since you have already left the sect, what are you doing back here?" "You and your son are both sinners of the Clear Sky Sect!" The mocking voices of the surrounding young people rose and fell, like a biting cold wind.

"Bastard?!" These two words seemed to pierce Tang San's heart like sharp blades, and his eyes instantly turned crimson.

His mother's absence from childhood left him and his father to depend on each other for survival, and maternal love became his deepest longing.

"Boom!" Almost without warning, a dazzling white light suddenly burst forth from Tang San's body, accompanied by a chilling killing intent, its momentum soaring and instantly spreading to the surroundings. Six spirit rings appeared one after another beneath his feet, yellow, purple, black, and red, like a magnificent rainbow intertwining in the air.

It wasn't that Tang San didn't want another 100,000-year soul ring, but the unattainable conditions left him helpless.

After all, the Blue Silver King who sacrificed himself for him only had 80,000 years of cultivation.

At this moment, the weaker disciples of Wu Tianzong turned pale instantly, while the other disciples were shocked and could not believe what they were seeing.

Six spirit rings, including one 100,000-year spirit ring. What does this mean?
At their age, they probably haven't even reached the Soul King level yet, right?

"Worthy!?" Tang San's gaze was as cold as ice as he swept his eyes around. "You dare to say 'worthy' to me? A bunch of trash!" The anger in his voice was like a volcano about to erupt, uncontrollable.

"Back then, who struck first? Was it my father? Was it the Spirit Hall? Did my father have to kneel and beg for mercy when he was bullied? As a member of the sect, did he have to commit suicide to atone for his sins to the Spirit Hall?" His voice gradually rose, his emotions like a long-suppressed flood finally finding an outlet.

"And my mother is dead! She's dead!" This roared almost from the depths of his heart, deafeningly loud. Although Tang San had not yet fully grasped the truth, through his conversation with Ning Fengzhi in Heaven Dou City and from his father's last words, he had vaguely sensed that his mother had likely died in that tragic battle years ago.

"My father fought back fiercely, fighting for the honor of his sect! He single-handedly repelled the enemy from the Spirit Hall."

Tang San's voice grew increasingly impassioned, "You showed no will to resist, choosing instead to retreat and run away, forcing my father to leave the sect, become homeless, and suffer the siege of the Spirit Hall, ultimately causing my mother to die tragically in battle!"

"All of this is because of your cowardice!" His eyes blazed with fury. "The number one sect in the world? Hah~" (End of Chapter)