Douluo V: Daily Intelligence - I Want All of Tang San's Opportunities

Yue Guan's brows furrowed even deeper. He remained silent for a moment, tapping his fingers rhythmically twice on the table, before speaking:

"What you said makes some sense. I don't believe that a six-year-old child could make such an exquisite thing as a hidden arrow without adult guidance. Although Tang Hao has been retired for many years, the foundation and heritage of the Haotian Sect are far beyond those of ordinary families."

Seeing that Yue Guan had been led into this line of thought, Su Yuntao was secretly pleased, but he remained outwardly calm and added:

"Therefore, I think we should perhaps raise the level of importance we place on Tang San. While Haotian Douluo is indeed powerful, he is, after all, just one person. Tang San is different. He is only six years old and has already begun to experiment with powerful weapons like the Zhuge Crossbow. If we let him grow up unchecked..."

He didn't finish his sentence, but the meaning was clear enough.

Yue Guan nodded slightly:

"I've taken your reminder to heart. It seems we did underestimate that kid before."

He stood up, took two steps with his hands behind his back, then stopped and turned to look at Su Yuntao:

"As for your elder brother, we'll get the craftsmanship of the hidden blade sorted out as soon as possible. As for Tang San, I'll have people readjust the intensity and direction of the investigation. We can also add some more information about him to the wanted poster."

Su Yuntao cupped his hands in greeting: "Your subordinate understands."

Yue Guan didn't linger any longer. He waved his hand and pushed open the door to leave. His footsteps faded away at the end of the corridor.

Su Yuntao stood there, listening to the footsteps gradually fade away, and the corners of his mouth slowly curved into a smile.

What he just said was a mix of truth and falsehood. It's true that the hidden arrow came from Tang San, and it's also true that the Zhuge Divine Crossbow has not yet been released.

As for whether Tang Hao secretly taught Tang San how to make hidden weapons, and whether Tang San had ulterior motives for making hidden weapons, he has already said that it was just his speculation. As long as he sticks to his guns and doesn't give up, what can Yue Guan do even if he confronts Tang San?

More importantly, after these words, the Spirit Hall will inevitably increase its efforts to investigate Tang San, and the information about Tang San on the wanted poster—"twin spirit souls, innate full spirit power, and proficiency in making mechanisms and hidden weapons"—will spread to every corner of the Douluo Continent.

The more famous a six-year-old child becomes, the more likely he is to attract attention, be courted, fought over, or even assassinated by various forces, and these pressures will become catalysts for his growth.

Su Yuntao sat down in a chair, poured himself a cup of iced tea, and slowly took a sip:

"Tang San, Tang San, I've gone to great lengths for your growth. I wonder how you'll thank me when you find out?"

Meanwhile, at the gate of a small border town a hundred miles away, the queue finally reached a father and son who had deliberately dressed up.

The soldiers at the city gate compared Tang Hao's face to the portrait, then looked down at the child beside him, and found that the two did not resemble the portrait. Just as they were about to wave them through, a Spirit Hall deacon suddenly spoke up:

"etc."

He walked up to Tang San, squatted down, and asked in what he thought was a kind tone:

"Little friend, what's your name? Where do you live?"

Tang San's heart tightened, but he maintained a timid appearance and answered softly:

"My name is Xiaoming. I'm going to the city with my dad to stay with relatives..."

The deacon squatted down in front of Tang San, carefully scanning his face, then looked up at Tang Hao's rugged, dark face, but found no flaws.

But in the end, he still spoke in a businesslike yet slightly apologetic tone:

"I'm really sorry, but the higher-ups have been cracking down hard lately, searching everywhere for a father-son pair like you. So we have to take up a little of your time. Come with us back to the branch hall for a simple registration. Don't worry, it's just filling out some identity and address information and having your martial soul tested. It won't take long."

Tang San's breathing paused almost imperceptibly.

He felt his father's footsteps pause slightly beside him, a very slight pause that he wouldn't have noticed if he hadn't been so familiar with his father's every move since childhood.

"No problem. The sooner we finish cooperating, the sooner we can leave," Tang Hao said, his voice hoarse and low, carrying the weariness typical of a traveler.

The steward smiled and beckoned to one of the city guards:

"Xiao Li, bring these two to our branch hall for inspection."

A quarter of an hour later, Tang San and his companion walked out of an empty passageway one after the other, and then passed through the city gate and left the small town without looking back.

After walking all the way to the official road outside the city and confirming that no one was chasing him, Tang San finally let out a long breath, his voice filled with suppressed frustration and confusion:

"Father, what exactly did you do to offend the Spirit Hall? Is it really necessary for them to go to such lengths to pursue you?"

Tang Hao walked forward silently, his expression shifting between light and dark.

They seriously injured their previous pope, ultimately leading to his death. Does that count as offending the Spirit Hall?

Tang Hao was equally frustrated. He had offended the Spirit Hall not just recently, and he hadn't completely gone into hiding all these years. But even so, this level of investigation was something he had never encountered before.

What's even stranger is that the wanted poster not only features him, but also includes information about Tang San, even clearly marking his awakening of twin martial souls and his innate full soul power.

He also claimed that the hidden weapons he made could allow ordinary people to unleash the power of a Soul Master, and that he intended to overthrow the rule of the two great empires and the Spirit Hall.

Tang Hao shook his head, his tone carrying a rare hint of frustration:

"This whole thing is a bit strange. Someone is definitely doing this on purpose. Someone is spreading your information out there, and in an incredibly exaggerated way. What's worse, everyone can see that the exaggeration. But when it's confirmed that you have twin martial souls and innate full soul power—things that happen only once in a thousand years—who would doubt that anything else is fake? Haven't you noticed that these days, it's not just the Spirit Hall; every faction that sees us, a father and son, has been coming over to ask us a few questions? If I find out who's behind this..."

He didn't finish his sentence, but the heavy chill he exuded was something Tang San had never seen in his father before.

Tang San lowered his head, clenched his fists, and spoke in a low voice, but with the same ruthlessness:

"This man has caused my father and me to be hunted down day and night; he has already committed suicide."