Douluo Continent: I, Huo Yuhao, am the Master of Spirit.

Chapter 535 Tang Clan (Not) Meng Clan

Tang San is actually a very interesting person. If you were to compare him to a game, his underlying code would be completely filled with the left and right brains of the game designer battling each other.

He knew perfectly well that Xiao Wu had betrayed him. Back in the God Realm, the Butterfly Goddess had used her to deliver the cruelest blow to him. Xiao Wu knew what it meant to ask that question in public, but she still asked it.

But Xiao Wu is like his underlying code, with extremely high priority, so high that he has deliberately covered up this betrayal.

Xiao Wu must have been bewitched by the Butterfly Goddess to do this; it was all the work of the inherently evil Butterfly Goddess! How could the Butterfly Goddess be so wicked?!

This threat should have been eliminated back in the God Realm using Blue Silver Entanglement!

Tang San is currently caught in a code conflict, and his newly established vigilance and wariness are battling against his love for Xiao Wu.

Moreover, it seems that love for Xiao Wu is about to win. Amon couldn't help but sigh again that the God of Love was too authoritative. This kind of god was just too powerful and was punished by the universe itself, which is why he fell.

The girl was also startled by Tang San's actions, and subconsciously took a few steps back, hurriedly waving her hands and saying, "I—I'm not called Xiao Wu."

"My name is Dancing."

The other person's subtle actions and name made Tang San even more intrigued. He felt that something was not right, but the underlying code made him subconsciously believe that the girl in front of him was not a bad person.

She looks like this, and she has this name, how could she possibly be a bad person?

This thought almost caused the police-Yang mechanism he had painstakingly built to collapse.

The two young men standing next to the dancer looked at Chen Hantian with ambiguous, mocking smiles on their faces.

The three of them touched their right eye sockets together, and Chen Hantian started posting on Amon's website: "Which unlucky Amon is this?"

"The training is very good. The movements and expressions are up to standard, perfectly replicating Xiao Wu's posture in the record."

To be honest, I thought you would use the name "Handsome Young Master," but I didn't expect you to use the name "Dancing"?

One of them, Amon, responded with a smile: "The name 'Handsome Young Master' sounds a bit out of place. It doesn't sound like a proper name. The naming rules on Faran Star seem to be different from ours."

Furthermore, no one can verify whether this is actually the name of Xiao Wu's reincarnation in the God of Emotions' timeline, since Tang San has kept the truth under wraps.

"The name 'Dancing' was approved with a high number of votes at the Amon Conference, since Xiao Wu's name mainly comes from this word."

We had reason to believe Tang San would react to this name, and it seems to be working exceptionally well.

"As for this Amon—in order to train him, we deliberately stripped him of his memories for a period of time and forcibly implanted the memories of Xiao Wu's reincarnation into him, so that he was molded into Xiao Wu's appearance in a blank state."

"At his peak, before he regained his memories, even if the real Xiao Wu stood next to him, it would take Tang San quite a while to tell them apart."

A smile that only Amon could see crept onto Chen Hantian's face as he said with obvious delight, "Hehehe, that's quite an exaggeration?"

"Amon doesn't bully Amon, but what you guys are doing is a bit too much for me."

If you're after excitement, why not go all the way? Why not restore her clothes to their original state? Her martial spirit doesn't seem to be the Soft Bone Rabbit either.

"By the way, does she have any memories now?"

"Isn't that obvious?" A strange voice rang out in Amon's network. The source of the voice was none other than Dancing, who was fending off Tang San's shimmering gaze.

"Having lived this long, don't tell me you don't know the underlying logic of our Douluo Continent?"

In order to prevent the emergence of love-struck individuals that could pollute the entire Amon network and even cause the plan to fail, we are willing to sacrifice some similarity.

Preservation of memory is a crucial anchor point; according to the collective assessment of Amon and his group, losing memory could pose significant risks.

"As for the statement that Amon doesn't bully Amon, that's really interesting. When Amon does bully Amon, he's the most ruthless."

"As a backup insurance mechanism, we borrowed Sister Yu's photo album from our father. We've already had someone test it, and the results are quite good."

Even those with a "love-obsessed" mindset transformed into cultivation fanatics, completely severing any extraneous romantic thoughts.

"The martial soul did not adopt the Soft Bone Rabbit, but the Bloodlight Enchanting Rabbit, which is based on the Soft Bone Rabbit bloodline."

"It was mutated by incorporating Tang San's blood and killing power, and it should have a martial soul fusion skill with him if nothing unexpected happens."

If it fails, then ask your father or older brother to make some minor revisions.

"If the appearance and posture are similar, and the martial soul is also the same, it would be somewhat counterproductive."

Chen Hantian touched his right eye socket, seemingly unconcerned. He was one of the people who had been in contact with Tang San the longest.

"I don't think so. Tang San can't see our interference with fate itself at all right now."

"He's not Chen Hanhai, who possesses divine consciousness and just happened to encounter us when we were weak."

"Fate will fill in the gaps in its own imagination, but since you've already done it, it's harmless. Perhaps the Martial Soul Fusion Skill will bring us some wonderful surprises?"

No one can eavesdrop on conversations on the Amon Network; it is a private messaging network with an even higher level of encryption than the Dragon King Network.

The Dragon Kings are indeed very strong, even including a god-level powerhouse like Gu Yuena, but when it comes to their understanding of fate, they can't even come close to Amon.

The Time Worm is the thief of fate, the natural enemy of the Emperor's Auspicious Beast, and a true blasphemer.

If it weren't for Huo Yuhao's restraint, Amon would have devoured Gu Qiu'er long ago.

Having regained some of his composure, Tang San looked at Chen Hantian beside him, seemingly asking what was going on.

Chen Hantian glanced at the three of them and said, "Gentlemen, please introduce yourselves to the Venerable God."

The three immediately knelt on one knee. The young man on the left said respectfully, "Your Excellency, I am Tang Feng, an inner disciple of the Tang Sect, a level 65 Soul Emperor."

The young man in the middle immediately chimed in, "Great God! I am Tang Zhan, an inner disciple of the Tang Sect, a level 67 Soul Emperor."

"The Tang Clan warmly welcomes you. The entire inner sect has been eagerly awaiting your arrival."

Dancing introduced himself, "Your Excellency! My name is Dancing, an outer disciple of the Tang Sect, a level 54 Soul King. Welcome to your arrival."

"The entire outer gate is eagerly awaiting your arrival."

Tang San's doubts deepened. He flashed forward, grabbed Tang Feng's wrist tightly, examined him carefully, and even injected a trace of soul power into his body to investigate the situation. Then, his eyes showed surprise.

"The Xuan Yu Hand, the purest kind. You've also practiced the Purple Demon Eye technique in your eyes, and there are traces of the Xuan Tian Gong within your body, the complete version."

"The Tang Clan should have disappeared by now. Where do you come from?"

Theoretically speaking, it's impossible for Douluo Continent to have the purest Xuan Yu Hand and Purple Demon Eye, let alone the complete version of Xuan Tian Gong. He didn't give it to the Tang Sect at all.

Tang Zhan, standing to the side, lowered his head and said, "Your Excellency, we are indeed members of the Tang Clan, but we are not the Tang Clan that has already disappeared in the outside world."

"Our ancestors in the Tang Clan belonged to the lineage of your disciple Jixiang. Our ancestor Jixiang passed down the Xuan Tian Treasure Record to us and instructed us to fight for you."

Eight thousand years ago, the Tang Clan experienced a split, and half of the four original single-attribute clans perished.

Our ancestors were disappointed in the Tang Clan because they were unambitious and only knew how to indulge in luxury and pleasure while resting on your laurels.

So during that civil war, we left and hid in the Hongyu Mountains, where we rebuilt the new Tang Clan.

"Strictly speaking, we are a part that split off from the Tang Sect, belonging to the lineage of our ancestor Jixiang."

The Tang Clan has waited for your arrival for thousands of years.

Tang Zhan also had a family genealogy book in his hand. Tang San subconsciously picked it up and flipped through it.

This family tree is filled with the scent of time, at least ten thousand years old, and the name at the very beginning of the tree is Ji Xiang (吉祥).

On the title page, there were also words written by Ji Xiang, the handwriting exactly the same as in his memory. The content was to admonish future generations not to forget the glory of the Sea God, as well as the various great achievements of his teacher Tang San.

Tang San's eyes welled up with tears. Jixiang was the only disciple he acknowledged, a disciple he recognized as the Sea God.

Unexpectedly, he still heard this name when he was down on his luck, and he even left behind a sect. This feeling of "after the mountains and rivers seemed to have no way out, a new village appeared" filled Tang San with inexplicable emotion.

No wonder this group of Tang Clan members is divided into outer and inner disciples; no wonder they possess complete versions of the Xuan Tian Gong and authentic Tang Clan manuals.

If the ancestor was Jixiang, then everything makes sense; Jixiang did indeed possess the complete version of the Xuantian Baolu.

The auspicious handwriting was something that the Ammons had painstakingly studied; there were auspicious messages in the books given by Tang Ya.

This genealogy was meticulously compiled by them last week. The Time Worm constantly steals time, giving it a historical depth of ten thousand years.

Seeing Tang San with tears in his eyes, Amon seized the opportunity and handed him the sect leader's token, a jade stone in the shape of a Buddha's Wrath Lotus.

Tang San took the jade and sensed its mystique; this jade was at least ten thousand years old.

The design is actually the original Tang Clan talisman, most likely the one he gave to Jixiang back then.

At this point, Tang San was basically convinced that they were from the Jixiang lineage.

The complete version of the Xuan Tian Gong, along with the tokens and the handwriting on the family genealogy, serve as irrefutable evidence of their identities.

Moreover, judging from the strength of these two young people, this hidden Tang Sect is quite powerful, possibly on par with the Haotian Sect.

Dancing said, "Your Excellency, the acting sect leader has instructed us to take you to the Tang Sect, where you have been waiting for a long time."

Tang San showed great patience with the dancing, and asked with a hint of doubt, "Acting Sect Leader?"

"Who is your sect leader?"

Dancing shook his head and said, "According to our ancestral teachings, only you or our auspicious ancestor are qualified to be the leader of the Tang Clan. The others are merely acting leaders."

Tang San's heart trembled suddenly. What loyalty this was! No wonder he was a descendant of Jixiang.

Ji Xiang is his disciple, and the faction he founded is, strictly speaking, his direct lineage.

Tang San, who already believed in them, felt a natural affinity for the three of them.

"I understand, take me there."

The three dancers immediately showed delight, an expression that pleased Tang San greatly, as he couldn't detect any lies.

After all, when a lie cannot be seen through, then it is not a lie.