Douluo Continent: Martial Soul Spirit Ball, Come Out, Haki Dance!

Chapter 122 The Old Fox Ning Fengzhi

The afterglow of the elimination rounds of the Continental Advanced Soul Master Tournament had not yet dissipated when an invisible killing intent permeated the direction of Wuhun City.

Tang San stood in the camp war room of Blue Tyrant Academy, his fingertips unconsciously stroking the Twenty-Four Bridges Under the Moon at his waist.

The hammer-shaped soul imprint felt faintly warm in my palm.

Just now, in order to achieve final victory, he finally failed to hide his second martial soul.

Haotian Hammer!

The name exploded in his mind like a thunderclap, accompanied by a jumble of chaotic thoughts.

He clearly remembered that when that pitch-black, jagged hammer appeared in the center of the arena, the stands fell silent for a moment, then erupted into a deafening roar.

The glint in Ning Fengzhi's eyes, the astonishment of the Heaven Dou royal family, and the icy gazes from the Spirit Hall's referee's seat that seemed to pierce through him were all deeply imprinted in his heart.

"Young friend Tang San, may I have a word with you in private?"

Ning Fengzhi's gentle and refined voice still lingered in Tang San's ears, but when Tang San recalled it now, he felt that there was an indescribable depth hidden behind that smile.

After the match, the top support-type Soul Master on the continent took the initiative to approach him, trying his best to win him over.

However, he remained tight-lipped about the fact that his father had been missing for eight years, which he had inadvertently mentioned.

"Sect Leader Ning seems to have heard something about my father's whereabouts."

Tang San spoke frankly at the time, and he could sense the fleeting anomaly in the other party's soul power fluctuations. However, Ning Fengzhi just laughed and then talked about the friendship between the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School and the Clear Sky School, implying in his words that he was willing to provide him with protection.

Tang San frowned slightly, and unconsciously increased the pressure on his fingertips.

He wasn't stupid; Ning Fengzhi's attitude was far too abnormal. Why would a high-ranking sect leader "value" a soul master like him who came from humble beginnings?

Especially after he exposed the Clear Sky Hammer, this enthusiasm seemed even more deliberate.

My father has been missing for eight years, Sect Leader Ning must know something!

Tang San's heart clenched, and the thought grew wildly like a vine.

Eight years ago, his father, Tang Hao, suddenly left home, leaving only the words, "Take care of yourself."

He had been searching everywhere for years, but had never found any information until Ning Fengzhi's reaction just now.

Why doesn't the other party say so?

Tang San's gaze sharpened.

He recalled the fleeting glint of calculation in Ning Fengzhi's eyes when he spoke of the Haotian Sect.

Could it be... that I'm just a pawn in his eyes? This thought sent chills down his spine.

Yes, the Haotian Sect, once one of the three upper sects, has been in seclusion for many years, but its foundation remains.

Ning Fengzhi wanted to use his identity as "Tang Hao's son" to ease the tension with those guys from the Haotian Sect. As for his life or death, it was probably not even on their minds.

A strong sense of unease welled up inside me.

The Spirit Hall's hostility towards the Clear Sky Sect is an open secret. Now that he has exposed the Clear Sky Hammer and become involved with Tang Hao, how could the Spirit Hall tolerate him?

Ning Fengzhi must have thought of this as well. He knew that the Spirit Hall would never let him enter Spirit City alive and would definitely ambush him on the way!

Tang San took a deep breath and suppressed his emotions.

He could guess Ning Fengzhi's plan.

On the way to Wuhun City, the other party might help him overcome difficulties, but this is by no means out of goodwill, but only to ensure that he, as a "pawn," can successfully reach Wuhun City.

But once he arrives in Spirit City, he will become a pawn, left to be disposed of by the Spirit Hall.

"What are you thinking about, mistress?"

A familiar voice came from behind him, and Yu Xiaogang appeared beside him at some point, his face showing a complex expression.

Upon seeing his teacher, Tang San could no longer suppress his doubts and asked directly.

"Teacher, who exactly is my father? Sect Leader Ning's attitude is very strange, and the Spirit Hall... they definitely won't let me go."

Although Tang San knew that his father was the famous Tang Hao, he could not reveal it.

Yu Xiaogang remained silent for a moment, looking at his most prized disciple, a hint of heartache and determination flashing in his eyes.

He knew that the truth would eventually come out, and Tang San had grown up and had the right to know the truth.

"Xiao San, your father's name is Tang Hao."

Yu Xiaogang's voice was deep and solemn, each word striking Tang San's heart like a heavy hammer.

"He is no ordinary person, but the former Haotian Douluo, the youngest Title Douluo on the continent, and also... the existence that the Spirit Hall fears the most."

"Haotian Douluo?!" Tang San's pupils shrank sharply, his act was extremely convincing.

"Eight years ago, your father broke with the Spirit Hall completely because of some things, was hunted down by the Spirit Hall, and eventually disappeared."

Yu Xiaogang said slowly.

"The Spirit Hall has never given up searching for him. Now that you've exposed the Clear Sky Hammer, given Bibi Dong's cunning, she'll surely guess your identity. They won't let you, the son of the Clear Sky Douluo, grow up alive. The journey to Spirit City will be fraught with peril."

"Teacher, I understand." Tang San's eyes held a cold glint.

"If the Spirit Hall wants to kill me, I'll fight back! If Ning Fengzhi wants to use me, I might just use him against him!"

He clenched his fist, and the Haotian Hammer Soul Imprint on his palm seemed to sense his determination, emitting a faint black light.

On the night of the bright moon over the Twenty-Four Bridges, Zhuge Divine Crossbow, Dragon Beard Needle and other hidden weapons were already prepared. The soul power of Blue Silver Grass surged within his body, and with the activation of the Purple Demon Eye, everything around him became clearly visible.

"Don't worry, Xiao San." Yu Xiaogang patted his shoulder, his eyes full of trust.

"Blue Tyrant Academy will not abandon you, and I will also try to help you overcome this difficulty. But you must remember that the road to Spirit City is fraught with danger. You can only trust Ning Fengzhi's help to a certain extent. The only person you can truly rely on is yourself."

Tang San nodded, a warm feeling welling up inside him.

He thought of Dai Mubai, Oscar, Ma Hongjun, and others; in his previous life, they had all become gods, and his belief in his heart became even stronger.

No matter how many thorns or powerful enemies lie ahead, he will overcome them!

It's not just about participating in the final competition, but also about protecting the people I care about!

"Ning Fengzhi wants to use me to win over the Haotian Sect, then I'll let him know that this pawn isn't so easy to control."

Tang San's lips curled into a cold smile. "The Spirit Hall wants to ambush me? Let them taste the power of the Clear Sky's successor!"

One month later.

Outside the Blue Tyrant Academy team, Ning Fengzhi's voice came, still gentle, but with an undeniable air of authority.

"Young friend Tang San, we will be setting off for Wuhun City tomorrow. Please get some rest tonight."

"I will have Elder Chenxin take good care of you on your journey and ensure your safe arrival."

A cold glint flashed in Tang San's eyes as he slowly replied.

"Thank you for your trouble, Sect Leader Ning."

At this moment, Tang San still thought that his father was protecting him in the shadows, little did he know that his father was working as a lackey in the Spirit Hall.