Douluo Continent: My Sharingan is a bit unorthodox

With a wave of her hand, the Angel God shattered the unbearable scene. She inexplicably breathed a sigh of relief. Her sense of justice made her reluctant to use Qian Renxue's body to help her revive and regain her Angel God status. Now, this scene only strengthened her resolve. She felt much better. She would protect her own justice.

"However... if I don't follow Shura's instructions, won't I become a wandering ghost? No... it seems I have to think of something myself. That bastard Shura is unreliable; once this is over, he'll probably go looking for Rakshasa..."

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There was nothing to say all night, and the next morning.

Inside the Haotian Sect, Tang San habitually got up at dawn and stepped out of his room.

As soon as he stepped outside, a damp mist greeted him. The mountaintop was extremely humid, and the morning fog was particularly thick. An ordinary person's vision would only be able to see about five meters ahead at most. Although Tang San wasn't significantly affected, it was clear he couldn't cultivate the Purple Demon Eye. It seemed that if he were to stay here long-term, he would need to find a suitable place to cultivate.

"Little San, don't go out at this time. Just wait for the people from the Clear Sky Sect to come and call us." Evil Blood Douluo sat in the house, drinking hot tea, looking completely at ease.

"Understood, Godfather."

Tang San nodded slightly and retreated into the room.

The air was a bit chilly, and Tang San's clothes were already damp after standing outside for only a short while. Just as he was hesitating whether to continue cultivating, a loud banging sounded on the door, followed by Tang Long's voice.

"Tang San, are you up yet?"

"get up."

Tang San frowned and went to open the door.

Greetings, Your Excellencies.

Tang Long walked in carrying a food box. Without any ceremony, he greeted Xie Xue and Mo Wuchang and immediately...

The food box was placed on the table and opened. Inside were only two plates of steamed buns, a bowl of hot porridge, a few eggs, and some pickled vegetables.

"Tang San, you're probably going to be busy today. Eat more, Your Excellencies... It's just simple food, please don't be shy."

"Heh...it really is quite thick."

Mo Wuchang smacked his lips. He was sure he would lose a few pounds after coming to Haotian Sect.

I have a feeling that these guys are deliberately mistreating them. Otherwise, how could the members of the Haotian Sect be so big and burly just by eating this?

"Alright, it's good enough to have something to eat. Tang San... If Wuchang doesn't want it, you can eat more." Evil Blood Douluo didn't mind. On such a treacherous mountain peak, having white steamed buns for breakfast was already quite good.

"Well, thank you."

Tang San didn't stand on ceremony, thanked them, and began to eat heartily. Tang Long also joined in, and in no time they had finished all the food.

"Tang San, you're probably in trouble today. I heard from the other brothers that the elders are taking your return very seriously, and they're furious. The sect leader told me to tell you to be careful. If necessary, you can refuse any challenge."

Before leaving, Tang Long gave him some instructions.

Can I really refuse? If that's the case, I'm afraid I really won't be able to lead the Haotian Sect to avenge my father.

Tang San sighed inwardly.

"Thank you very much, Brother Tang Long."

After finishing breakfast, Tang Long didn't go too far. Instead, he waited until the sun was high in the sky and the fog had dissipated before leading Tang San and the others out the door.

They headed straight for the front courtyard of the Haotian Sect.

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Haotian Sect, front courtyard.

It was completely different from the tranquility when Tang San came yesterday.

At this time, at least 150 people had gathered in the courtyard, with most of them standing around.

In the center of the courtyard stood Sect Leader Tang Xiao with five white-haired elders. These five elders appeared to be at least eighty years old, but they were all vigorous and ruddy-faced. One of the elders was speaking to Tang Xiao with a serious expression.

Tang Long whispered a reminder: "Apart from those who are out purchasing and handling business, most of the direct descendants of the sect are here. The five in the center are the five elders of the sect. Even the sect leader has to give them some respect. In terms of seniority, they are all the sect leader's uncles."

Accompanied by Tang Longdi.

Tang San, along with Evil Blood Douluo and Mo Wuchang, arrived in the courtyard and quickly sensed that something was amiss.

Returning to one's ancestral roots...

The incense table they had expected did not appear.

Tang San's face looked very unpleasant; it was clear that the Clear Sky Sect did not welcome him back to their ancestral home.

Tang San appeared.

It immediately became the focus of attention.

Just then, someone shouted, "You piece of trash from the Tang family, you're not human! Get out of Haotian! You don't deserve to be here!"

With this provocative remark, many young people from various sects responded, and the courtyard quickly descended into chaos.

Tang San narrowed his eyes, a violent killing intent flashing within them. Just as Tang San was about to speak to stop him, suddenly, a faint layer of bloody light spread from the Evil Blood Douluo's body, instantly enveloping the entire courtyard.

"Father!"

Xie Xue's face was gloomy. He had come here to wish Tang San a proper recognition of his ancestors, and he couldn't let these ants ruin his good deed.

At this moment, the sun was at its zenith.

The mountaintop is undoubtedly cold when there is no sun, but it is also closer to the sun. When the sun shines, the temperature is much higher than on the plains, and the scorching sun can even cause sunburn on the skin.

But at that moment, just as the red light spreading from Xie Xue's body was released, the disciples of Haotian Sect felt as if they had fallen into an ice cellar. The cold and chilling killing intent instantly spread to every corner of the front yard, and the chaotic sounds stopped abruptly as if they had been cut off by a sharp blade.

Even Tang Xiao and the five elders of the Haotian Sect couldn't help but feel a chill in their hearts. This aura seemed to be something only the long-lost Ancestor Tang Chen could surpass...

Who exactly is that withered old man beside Tang San?!

With a quick glance, Xie Xue spotted the sect disciple who had spoken first—a boy who looked to be about the same age as Tang San.

The intense killing intent emanating from the surrounding air instantly coalesced, converging on this one person. It was like a bridge connecting the evil bloodline to the young man.

The teenager's face paled the moment the red light condensed on him. A chilling aura seeped into his skin. In his eyes, the evil blood had transformed into a bloodthirsty demon.

Chapter 782 Tang San's Path to Recognizing His Ancestors and Returning to His Clan

The boy shouted.

Black light surged from his right hand, and a black Haotian Hammer about one meter long suddenly appeared, releasing three soul rings: two yellow and one purple.

Yet he was still no match for the Death Stare of the Evil Blood Douluo.

Tang Xiao shouted, "My friend, isn't this going a bit too far within my Haotian Sect?"

Evil Blood didn't really intend to do anything.

The blood-red light subsided, and he faced Tang Xiao again as if he had done nothing wrong.

He laughed and said, "Heh, I just couldn't stand this junior barking and snarling in the crowd. That's not like the style of a disciple of the Haotian Sect."

Tang Xiao frowned.

Tang Xiao glanced at the five elders beside him; he knew perfectly well what their arrangements were.

Tang San was very perceptive; he restrained himself and bowed respectfully.

"Tang San greets the sect leader and all the elders."

He had already revealed his soul power as he spoke.

The five elders naturally sensed the powerful soul force emanating from Tang San.

His expression changed slightly.

An elder with long white eyebrows said in a deep voice, "A level 59 Soul King?!"

Tang San didn't try to hide it.

"Exactly."

Another elder, tall and thin, sneered.

"You have indeed inherited the talent of that scoundrel Tang Hao, and may even be more so, but what good is talent?"

"If another Tang Hao emerges in the sect, we will probably be wiped out. Why don't you, a third-generation disciple, kneel down before us?"

Tang San's gaze darkened slightly.

After hesitating for a moment, he still knelt down on his own.

It wasn't just because of his own restraint, but also because he didn't want to be urged on by the evil blood anymore.

They humbled themselves and caught the dirty water.

"Tang San is willing to atone for his father's sins and do his best to help the sect regain its former glory. Please allow me to be recognized as a member of the sect by the sect leader and elders."

The tall, thin old man roared, "Bullshit! Just because of what your father did, you can forget about returning to the sect. You are the son of him and that monstrous soul beast, nothing but a bastard. Although the Haotian Sect has closed its gates, it will not allow a bastard to return!"

"Seventh Brother, watch your words. So many juniors are watching." The long-browed elder frowned and said with some displeasure.

Upon hearing the word "bastard".

Tang San's expression quickly turned ferocious, then suddenly became calm. He remained kneeling there, slowly raising his head to look at the thin elder.

"Who are you calling a bastard?"

Although Tang San did not release his martial soul, the chill emanating from his body was extremely cold.

Tang Xiao did not stop the conflict between the two sides; he simply watched coldly from the sidelines.