In Douluo Continent, the Pope used me as a substitute for my first love.

Chapter 452 was aborted; Tang Shenwang truly became a boastful superhero.

Chapter 452 was aborted; Tang Shenwang really became a boastful superhero...

"Two of them..."

Tang Hao muttered to himself.

In Tang San's story, it seems that the Rakshasa God chose Bibi Dong, the current Pope of the Spirit Hall, not him.

In that sense, he is one of the variables.

After thinking for a moment, Tang Hao, for reasons unknown, ultimately decided not to tell Tang San about his ongoing Rakshasa God Trial.

After a moment, he looked at Tang San again and asked:

"Mistress, explain everything to me now. Is there something you want to ask me for?"

Tang San nodded upon hearing this.

"Daddy is really smart."

"It's like this, Dad, I just mentioned the 'Ice and Fire Yin-Yang Eye' and the story of Dugu Bo to you, right?"

Tang Ritian nodded, paused, and then sighed with a hint of reluctance:

"Well, whether it's the precious Ice and Fire Yin-Yang Well you mentioned or Dugu Bo, they've already fallen into the hands of the Dragon King's Palace. Sigh..."

He sighed, not only because he was tempted by the immortal herbs Tang San had mentioned, but also because Tang San said that Ah Yin could use the Ice and Fire Yin-Yang Well to accelerate her resurrection.

What a pity! Those scoundrels from the Dragon King's Palace snatched them all up!

Originally, Tang Hao was quite indifferent to the Dragon King Palace, except for a little jealousy and resentment (because the Clear Sky Sect was once the head of the three upper sects, but now it has become the Dragon King Palace). However, after hearing his beloved son Tang San say this, his feelings towards the Dragon King Palace directly escalated to the level of hatred.

"That's right! Dragon King Palace, Wang Zhao—a bunch of idiots who're courting death. I'll settle accounts with them one by one sooner or later!"

In front of his "most trusted" patriarch (emphasis added), Tang San made no attempt to hide his true feelings, a ruthless glint flashing in his eyes as he spoke.

"However, we still need to lie low for now. Dad, the reason I mentioned the Ice and Fire Yin-Yang Well to you was to ask you to check on its current situation for me. I went to check it out not long ago, but I couldn't even get into the poison barrier."

"Um."

Tang Hao readily agreed. After all, even if Tang San hadn't mentioned it, he would have wanted to see for himself whether the Ice and Fire Yin-Yang Well he had mentioned was truly as miraculous as it seemed, and what it was like to see immortal herbs everywhere... and also to subtly confirm whether Tang San's words were true.

Seeing Tang Hao nod, Tang San continued:

"In addition, I will give you a catalog of immortal herbs that I have compiled myself. It also records some top-grade and rare herbs. I hope you can help me search for them on the continent when you have time."

Tang Hao thought about it and then agreed.

"besides……"

Tang San then began to make requests.

……

Before long, Tang Hao took one last deep look at the familiar yet unfamiliar reborn son of the God King before him, and then prepared to leave.

Just as he turned around, he suddenly seemed to realize something, and in a flash, he appeared next to Tang San and grabbed Tang San's hand.

"What's wrong with you?"

"What happened?"

Tang San looked at his father, who had returned, with some confusion.

"You...don't you feel it? Your body."

Tang Hao looked at Tang San in surprise, suddenly wondering if Tang San was a reincarnation of the God King.

Meeting his father's suspicious gaze, Tang San became even more puzzled. Without thinking much, he delved into his mind and carefully sensed his body... The next moment, Tang San's expression changed.

"What... what is this?!"

A hint of fear appeared in Tang San's eyes.

He touched his left arm, then his right arm, then his legs, his torso, and finally, with trembling hands, he touched his head.

Pfft!

Suddenly, Tang San knelt down.

He knelt before Tang Hao, his eyes vacant and lifeless, and unconsciously opened his mouth, growling:

"Soul bones... six soul bones..."

"These are six ten-year-old soul bones!!!!!"

Tang San broke down again, and tears welled up in his eyes uncontrollably.

Tang Hao quickly helped Tang San up, his heart filled with doubt and uncertainty, and asked anxiously:

"My dear mistress, what happened to you? Why did you...?"

"Waaaaah..."

Tang San just cried.

This time, Tang Hao didn't directly scold Tang San. He simply used his soul power to cover the entire room, ensuring that Tang San's cries wouldn't be heard.

Tang San cried for a while, then said with a face full of despair:

"Why is my life so miserable? I'm ruined..."

"Snapped!"

Suddenly, Tang Hao slapped him.

Tang San raised his head in a daze.

You have already taken...

Oh, it's Daddy.

That's fine.

"You mistress, you better pull yourself together!"

Tang Hao grabbed Tang San's shoulders and shook him violently.

Tang San didn't react much at first, but after he gradually felt a little nauseous, he put his hand on Tang Hao's chest.

"Stop, stop."

He said weakly.

Tang Hao releases Tang San.

Tang San collapsed onto the large bed in a daze, showing no intention of getting up again.

He stared blankly at the ceiling, thinking about why he hadn't discovered the problem with the soul bone immediately. It was probably because the "Chrysanthemum Feast" he had experienced a few days ago had left him in a daze.

He looked at his father, whose face was full of confusion and concern, and felt a warmth in his heart. Then he spoke somewhat weakly.

"A few days ago, I went to Sunset Forest alone..."

Tang San recounted everything that had happened in the past few days without holding anything back.

Perhaps, feeling utterly hopeless about his future, he no longer cares about the shame.

After hearing about Tang San's ordeal, Tang Hao was dumbfounded, his gaze instinctively falling on Tang San's buttocks.

Tang San's face was tense.

Tang Hao quickly looked away, coughed lightly, and then returned to the topic, saying:

"What are your guesses about the six ten-year-old soul bones you possess?"

"The Spirit Hall!"

Tang San said with absolute certainty, his eyes filled with resentment and venom.

"It was definitely the Spirit Hall's doing. I can't think of any other force with such a 'big' scale, and the Spirit Hall has the biggest motive."

"What did you do that attracted the attention of the Spirit Hall?"

Tang Hao couldn't help but ask again.

"I have no idea."

Tang San thought for a moment, then shook his head blankly.

The father and son were silent for a moment, silently adding several more demerits to the Spirit Hall's list in their hearts. Afterwards, Tang Hao sighed, looked at Tang San, and said:

"Six ten-year-old soul bones... Little San, why don't you try out the soul bone skills first?"

Tang San nodded with a grim expression.

The next moment, his skull lit up, and his mouth opened uncontrollably.

"Hiccup~"

He exhaled a foul odor.

Tang San: "..."

Tang Hao: "..."

"Shall we try something else?"

"Um."

Tang San raised his left arm.

The left fingernail immediately emitted a foul odor.

Then, the skills of the right arm bone, left leg bone, and right leg bone are all as described above.