Douluo Continent: Martial Soul Spinning Top, Explosive Warrior

When do you plan to take your medication?

Tang San thought for a moment, but did not answer immediately.

Tang Hao looked at him and suddenly frowned.

His gaze lingered on Tang San's face for a moment, then he tilted his head slightly, as if he had noticed something.

“You’ve become even more murderous lately.”

Tang Hao's tone wasn't accusatory, but more like a statement, carrying the keen insight a father has for his son.

"Although it's not affecting your sanity yet, we can't delay any longer."

"This stuff is piling up, and it's bound to cause trouble sooner or later."

Upon hearing this, Tang San subconsciously looked down at his hands.

He himself could certainly feel that the murderous aura emanating from the City of Slaughter had indeed become stronger these days than before.

Although it hasn't gotten out of control yet, it's like a thorn stuck in your flesh—it doesn't hurt or itch, but it's always making you uncomfortable.

Tang San remained silent for a few moments, then raised his head and looked calmly at Tang Hao.

"I'd like to go to Yuexuan first."

Tang Hao raised one eyebrow.

"The medicinal power of the pill is too strong. If one's state of mind is unstable and one takes it directly, one's soul power can easily become disordered."

Tang San continued to explain, "Since Yuexuan has a way to purify the killing energy, why don't I solve this problem first before taking the medicine? That way, it should be safer."

Tang Hao stared at Tang San for a long while, his gaze containing both scrutiny and approval.

After a while, he nodded and let out a low "hmm".

"You are right to have this consideration."

As Tang Hao spoke, he took out a token from his pocket and threw it at Tang San.

Tang San reached out and caught it. The token felt heavy in his hand. It was jet black, with the character "昊" engraved on the front and the hammer-shaped emblem of the Haotian Sect on the back.

"Take this. When you get to Tiandou City, your aunt's side will see it and know."

Tang Hao stood up, walked up to Tang San, and patted him on the shoulder with a light touch.

"When you get to Yuexuan, don't be impatient. Just do what you're supposed to do and completely purify the killing intent on your body before you come back."

"The matter of the elixir is not urgent."

Tang San put the token away, looked at Tang Hao, and nodded: "Father, don't worry, I know what to do."

After that, Tang San didn't say anything more, but turned his back and walked towards the entrance of the main hall.

The sunlight streaming in from outside the hall stretched his shadow very long.

Tang San stepped over the threshold and walked down the stone steps one by one.

The mountain wind blew in from the valley, making his robes flutter loudly.

Chapter 480 Plot Changes: Pills Assist Cultivation

Tian Dou City, Yue Xuan.

Tang San stood in front of a quiet and elegant pavilion. Looking up, he saw that the two characters "Yue Xuan" on the lintel were written in a very elegant style. The strokes were not sharp, but rather had a gentle and reserved feel, as if the writer was deliberately holding back and did not want to show off.

Before he came to Yuexuan, his father had mentioned this place when he was in Haotian Sect. He knew that this was his aunt Tang Yuehua's territory, and he also knew about the old stories between his aunt and father.

Tang Hao rarely brought up Tang Yuehua, and when he did, his tone was always tinged with an indescribable sense of guilt.

Tang San didn't ask many questions at the time, but that doesn't mean he didn't think about it.

Now, he stood before this door, clutching the dark token his father had given him, took a deep breath, and pushed the door open to go inside.

After passing through a winding corridor and around a clump of bamboo, Tang San was led into an elegant room.

Incense was burning indoors, its fragrance extremely faint, almost imperceptible, as if it were not deliberately created, but rather slowly seeping from the walls, tables, chairs, and curtains, bringing a sense of tranquility.

A person was standing by the window.

The man heard footsteps and turned around.

Tang San was slightly taken aback.

He had seen many beautiful women, but the temperament of the woman before him was truly rare.

The woman in front of me wasn't exactly stunningly beautiful, but she was pleasing to the eye.

With gentle features and a faint smile, dressed in simple clothes and without any extra adornment, she stood there like a quiet orchid, unassuming yet commanding respect.

This is Tang Yuehua.

Tang Yuehua's gaze fell on Tang San's face. She first examined his appearance, then her gaze slid down to the token he was holding.

The dark token flashed before her eyes, and a subtle change appeared in Tang Yuehua's expression.

"You are...the other woman?"

Tang Yuehua's voice was soft and gentle, like a spring breeze brushing across the water.

Tang San bowed and said, "Tang San greets Aunt Yuehua."

Upon hearing these four words, Tang Yuehua's smile deepened.

She took two steps forward and patted Tang San's head.

Tang Yuehua knew Tang San's identity. After all, Tang San had represented the Shrek Academy team in the Soul Master Competition. Although Tang Yuehua hadn't watched the competition, she knew about it from others.

"sit down."

Therefore, Tang Yuehua didn't ask any more questions at this moment. Instead, she casually pointed to the chair next to her and sat down first. After Tang San sat down, she asked, "Did your father send you to Yuexuan this time?"

Tang San nodded and briefly explained his purpose for coming.

He didn't hide anything; the murderous aura he carried from the City of Slaughter needed to be purified, and his father said that Yuexuan had a way to do it, so he came.

After listening, Tang Yuehua nodded slightly, her gaze lingering on Tang San for a moment, as if sensing the faint killing intent emanating from his body.

Instead of immediately saying yes or no, she changed the subject and asked about the Haotian Sect.

"Second brother, and eldest brother, and the sect... are they alright now?"

Upon hearing Tang Yuehua's question, Tang San recounted everything he knew and could say.

Finally, he added, "By the way, Aunt, Father has now returned to the sect."

Tang Yuehua paused slightly in her teacup, the tea sloshed around, and almost spilled.

"Second brother... went back?"

She asked incredulously.

Tang San nodded and said, "Yes. Although the process was somewhat bumpy, the elders eventually accepted him."

Tang Yuehua remained silent for a long time, then lowered her head, feeling relieved and happy for her second brother, Tang Hao.

After that, Tang Yuehua did not pursue the matter further, and Tang San did not say anything more.

After a while, Tang Yuehua composed herself, picked up her teacup again, took a sip, and returned to the main topic.

"Yuexuan emphasizes cultivating oneself with etiquette and nourishing one's mind with music. The fierceness in you is too strong; you can't suppress it by force, you have to let it dissipate slowly."

She put down her teacup, looked at Tang San, and said, "Now that you're here, settle down and relax. Your aunt will help you with the things that happened before the killings."

Tang San stood up and solemnly thanked him.

From that day on, he stayed at Yuexuan.

Every morning, Tang San would begin learning aristocratic etiquette from his masters.

Tang San was born into an "ordinary" family, and in his previous life he was just an ordinary disciple of the Tang Clan. Therefore, he was very interested in becoming a "true nobleman".

And so, Tang San's aristocratic manners improved every day.

Tang Yuehua would occasionally give Tang San some pointers, but she did most of her work by playing the zither.

Every afternoon, Tang Yuehua would play a tune on her zither by the waterside pavilion in the Xuan.

The music was neither passionate nor sorrowful, but rather gentle and calm, like a stream flowing over pebbles. There were no dramatic ups and downs, yet it made the listener relax unconsciously.

Tang San sat cross-legged on the veranda, his eyes closed as he listened to the music, letting the gentle notes wash over his meridians and mind again and again.

He could feel the lingering killing intent within him being gradually worn away.

This is a slow process and cannot be rushed.

Tang San kept Tang Hao's instructions in mind, so he didn't urge or get anxious. He just stayed quietly, studying when he should study, listening when he should listen, and sleeping when he should sleep.

He wasn't alone in Yuexuan.

Many noble children from Tiandou City also came and went, all of whom were sent to Yuexuan to learn etiquette and broaden their horizons.

These people were about the same age as Tang San, dressed smartly, and behaved properly, at least in front of Tang Yuehua.

They soon noticed that Tang Yuehua's attitude towards this new young man was unusual.

It wasn't the polite "teacher-student" relationship. The way Tang Yuehua looked at Tang San was completely different from how they looked at them.

As Tang San sat under the eaves listening to the zither, someone whispered behind him.

"Who is that person? Why is Master Xuan treating him so well?"

"I don't know, I've never seen them before, they don't seem like people from our Tiandou City."

"Look at the clothes he's wearing... Are they from the Haotian Sect?"

"Shh, keep your voice down."

"Even if they are from the Haotian Sect, we can't afford to offend them."

"Even if the reputation of the three upper sects is not as great as it used to be, it is still not something that people like us can touch."

The people who were speaking exchanged glances and then fell silent in tacit agreement.

Who on the entire continent doesn't know that the four affiliated sects of the Clear Sky Sect were destroyed by the Spirit Hall?

The reputation of the Haotian Sect is indeed not as good as before, but it is still one of the three upper sects, and its foundation is there.