Douluo Continent: My Sharingan is a bit unorthodox

Ye Qiu opened the mechanism and led Qian Renxue into her boudoir. The water in the bathroom hadn't cooled down yet. After placing Qian Renxue in it, Ye Qiu left.

……

the next day.

Not far from Tiandou City, the capital of the Tiandou Empire, and located 300 miles east of Tiandou City, surrounded by mountains, what appeared before Tang San was just a small village that looked not much different from the Holy Soul Village he had left before.

Wisps of smoke rose from all over the village; it was almost lunchtime.

At the village entrance, several children were playing, while in the nearby fields, many people were tidying up their farm tools, preparing to return to the village for lunch.

Unfolding the sheepskin map in his hand, Tang San carefully examined it again. He was certain that he hadn't come to the wrong place. This was it; the map showed that the Clear Sky Sect was actually this small village before him.

Has the once number one sect in the world really fallen to this state?

In fact, not only him, but even Mo Wuchang and Xie Xue, who were standing nearby, were equally surprised when they arrived.

After the Haotian Sect announced its closure, it relocated.

The map was originally found on Tang Hao's body when Xie Xue discovered his corpse. However, he himself never had the chance to return, so naturally he wouldn't know the true situation here.

"Godfather, let's go over there."

With the mindset of "since I'm here, I might as well make the best of it," Tang San put away his map and strode towards the seemingly unremarkable little mountain village in front of him.

"it is good."

Evil Blood Douluo nodded, and Mo Wuchang followed behind him.

As Tang San walked towards the village, a strange sorrow welled up in his heart. Once upon a time, the Clear Sky Sect was the number one sect in the Soul Master world of Douluo Continent. But now it had fallen to the point of being hidden in a small mountain village.

Although this can effectively conceal their identity, it is still a tremendous blow to a family with a powerful heritage.

Perhaps this is why the father suffered.

While it was certainly my father's fault for bringing disaster to the sect, did he have any other choice at the time? If the Haotian Sect had given its full support back then, why would my mother have had to sacrifice herself, and how could the Haotian Sect have ended up like this!

Damn the Spirit Hall! Damn Ye Qiu!

Tang San's face was somewhat ferocious. Ever since he left Wuhun City, he hadn't had a good night's sleep. Whether he opened his eyes or closed them, all he saw were images of being defeated by Ye Qiu and Tang Hao's self-destruction!

He understood that he was Tang Hao's son, and he should avenge his father!

We should follow Tang Hao's advice!

He will lead the Haotian Sect to rise again, to avenge Tang Hao and his mother whom he has never met!

At the same time, we need to get an explanation from Tang Hao within the sect!

Even though time has passed and it's not the time to assign blame, the Haotian Sect still needs to maintain the proper attitude. Otherwise, how could he be willing to help the Haotian Sect rebuild its reputation and wash away its shame?

Amidst a flurry of thoughts, Tang San had already reached the entrance to the mountain village. Just as he was about to go in, several middle-aged villagers who had just returned from working in the fields blocked his way.

"Please leave. Outsiders are not welcome here."

The speaker was a burly middle-aged man. As he spoke, he looked Tang San up and down with a hint of doubt in his eyes.

Tang San straightened up.

"I'm not an outsider, I'm just coming home."

The middle-aged villager was stunned for a moment.

"Go home? We don't have any noble young masters like you around here. We're all country bumpkins. What home are you going to?"

Tang San didn't need to look to sense the growing tension among the villagers around him. Their grip on their farm tools tightened noticeably, and they shifted their feet slightly, subtly trying to surround him.

I don't want to waste my time here.

Tang San slowly raised his left hand. Black light surged from his palm, carrying a solemn and imposing eerie aura. The Clear Sky Hammer, glowing with blood, silently appeared, and his left hand tightened, gripping the hammer handle.

Tang San sneered, "Does this prove anything?"

Seeing the Clear Sky Hammer in Tang San's hand.

The middle-aged men were taken aback for a moment, but quickly relaxed, and when they looked at Tang San again, their eyes were filled with respect.

The middle-aged man who had spoken to Tang San earlier tentatively asked, "May I ask which family you belong to? I don't think I've seen you before."

Tang San didn't want to linger here any longer. "It was my father who sent me back to acknowledge my ancestors and return to my family."

Upon hearing this, the villagers, though they hadn't received any useful information, dared not delay and hurriedly brought Tang San into the village. They couldn't bear the responsibility if he were the bloodline of some important figure who had been lost elsewhere.

After all, I had heard a few years ago that the bloodline of the sect leader's family had been lost to the outside world.

This small mountain village is less a representation of the Haotian Sect and more a former outpost of it. Even if the Haotian Sect were to fall from grace, it would never allow itself to be treated so poorly. The people living in the village are merely collateral relatives of the Haotian Sect.

The true strength of a sect does not lie in this.

However, these outposts were quite cautious. Although Tang San's Clear Sky Hammer earned their partial trust, they still did not take Tang San directly to meet the sect's people.

Instead, they invited Tang San and his companions into the village and arranged for them to rest in an empty room, and sent someone to inform the sect.

After waiting for about half an hour, hurried footsteps came from outside.

The door opens.

Several men dressed in gray appeared at the door.

The leader was a man with broad shoulders, a straight nose, and a square mouth. His short hair was like steel needles, and he looked to be around thirty years old. His muscles bulged beneath his gray long shirt, and he looked like a lion poised to pounce, exuding a powerful and vigorous aura.

"You're Tang San?"

"I asked the burly man in gray."

His eyes flashed with a sharp light as he scanned Tang San from head to toe, his expression a mixture of curiosity and hostility.

Tang San was certain that he did not know this person, and this was the first time he had been here since birth. He did not understand where this hostility came from, but he still nodded simply.

"I am."

The burly man in gray waved to his two companions.

"Come with us."

Without saying anything more, he turned and left first.

Tang San ignored the rude guy and instead asked Xie Xue and the others for instructions. Their hostility made him even more cautious.

"Godfather, Your Majesty, let's go."

"Wait! They can't go in, only you can."

A familiar yet domineering aura emanated from the three men in gray.

However, he was quickly overwhelmed by the imposing aura of Mo Wuchang, the Title Douluo, as he unleashed nine spirit rings...

"We're just accompanying Tang San to acknowledge his ancestors. Don't you know how to be polite to such distinguished guests as us?"

With a long sword atop his head, Mo Wuchang's imposing aura pressed down on the three opponents, making them unable to lift their heads.

These three individuals are quite strong, especially the burly man in the lead, who appears to be around thirty years old. Despite his age, his soul power surpasses Tang San's, suggesting he has already broken through level sixty. Reaching level sixty at such a young age is considered exceptionally impressive among the younger generation of the Clear Sky Sect.

The other two men, who appeared to be around his age, were both between level 50 and 60 in strength.

Although the Haotian Sect has sealed its mountain gates, the true strength of the sect can be seen from these three direct disciples.

After all, this was once the number one sect in the world!

Even so, they were nothing compared to a Title Douluo. They looked at each other in bewilderment and had no choice but to take the person up for the elders and sect leader to decide.

"Your Majesty, since that's the case... then please come with Tang San. Please..."

This time, the three were much more polite, but only to Mo Wuchang.

Chapter 776 The Lofty Mountains of the Haotian Sect

Mo Wuchang turned to look at Xie Xue, and seeing that he didn't care about these things, he didn't make things difficult for the three people in front of him. He put away his martial spirit and nodded, saying, "In that case, you can lead the way."

Haotianzong remained silent, walking straight out of the room without even waiting for Tang San and the others. He immediately unleashed his speed, speeding towards the back of the village. Although he wasn't using his martial soul, at their level of soul power, their speed was still quite astonishing once unleashed.

"Hehe... The Clear Sky Sect has been in seclusion for many years, yet they remain so arrogant." Xie Xue chuckled casually and said to Tang San beside him, "Little San, they're going to give us a taste of their own medicine. Come on."

As soon as he finished speaking, Xie Xue moved with lightning speed, seemingly covering several meters in an instant, and Mo Wuchang quickly followed.

"Don't worry, Godfather, their plans are about to fall apart." Tang San sneered, taking a step forward, his body suddenly becoming ethereal. After years of cultivation, his Ghost Shadow Step had reached a level of perfection. Although the three in front of him were fast, he followed as if strolling in a garden, not falling behind at all, always maintaining a distance of about ten meters from them.

Xie Xue and Mo Wuchang quietly followed Tang San, not in a hurry. They were guests, not there to cause trouble.

The gray-clad man, led by Haotian Sect, turned to look at Tang San. When he saw that Tang San was so close, yet he hadn't sensed him much, his expression changed slightly, and he increased his speed, as if he wanted to deliberately test Tang San's speed.

Unfortunately, it wasn't Tang San who fell behind first, but his two companions. Once the leading gray-clad burly man reached a certain speed, the two gray-clad burly men began to lag behind. They knew the leading gray-clad man's competitive spirit and couldn't help but feel a sense of helplessness.

A hint of complaint appeared on his face.

Even if you want to compare yourself to him, there's no need to rush.

"Heh... Let me help you!"

Just as the two men in gray were gritting their teeth and speeding up, the distance between them began to widen.

Tang San's voice suddenly rang out.

Immediately afterwards, they both felt a domineering force coming from behind them.

The two men groaned as if struck by a heavy blow, then suddenly sprinted forward, closing the gap in the blink of an eye, their faces flushed.