Douluo Continent: Taking Tang San as a disciple, with a ten-thousand-fold return for teaching him.

Tang Hao immediately knelt down on both knees and kowtowed heavily, his voice trembling uncontrollably as he choked out, "Your unworthy grandson Tang Hao... greets Grandfather!"

Tang Chen took a step forward and instantly arrived in front of Tang Hao, extending his broad and strong hands to help him up.

He looked at Tang Hao's weathered face, etched with stories, and the unconcealed dejection and inner wounds, a pang of heartache flashed in his eyes, and his voice was unusually gentle: "Hao'er, get up quickly... You've suffered so much these past years."

Tang Hao stood up, his tiger-like eyes filled with tears, but he stubbornly refused to let them fall. Instead, he grinned, a smile that contained both heartache and immense joy: "Grandpa, I'm alright! Where...where have you been all these years? We've been looking for you so hard!"

Tang Chen sighed softly, briefly recounting his ordeal of being trapped in the Slaughter City, then looked intently at Tang Hao: "I'll talk about my affairs later. Hao'er, tell your grandfather, what exactly happened to you all these years? Your health... and how is the Clear Sky Sect doing now?"

Tang Hao's lips moved, still trying to evade the question: "Grandpa, I'm fine. I'm already a Title Douluo. Look, Xiao San has grown up too. He's very outstanding..."

"Hao'er!"

Tang Chen's voice deepened, carrying an undeniable authority: "Do you still want to hide anything from me?"

Under his grandfather's all-seeing gaze, Tang Hao's tightly guarded defenses finally crumbled.

He took a deep breath and slowly recounted the humiliation, pain, and hatred he had endured over the years.

During his training trip, he met and fell in love with Ah Yin, who was the human form of the 100,000-year-old Blue Silver Emperor.

When the Spirit Hall learned of Ah Yin's identity as a spirit beast, the former Pope Qian Xunji personally led a team to coerce her.

Ah Yin was forced to sacrifice herself to help him break through level 90;

In his grief and anger, he, a newcomer to the Title Douluo realm, severely injured several Title Douluos of the Spirit Hall, a battle that shook the heavens.

And afterwards, in order to protect itself, the Haotian Sect was forced to close its mountain and expel him from the sect...

Tang Hao's voice was calm, yet it contained profound grief and suppressed anger.

Tang Chen listened quietly, his face showing little emotion. Having lived to his age, he had long been accustomed to the ups and downs of life.

But a cold glint flashed in those deep eyes.

After Tang Hao finished speaking, he simply nodded slowly, as if he had absorbed all the information into his heart.

After a moment of silence, Tang Chen slowly raised his head, his gaze sweeping over Tang Hao and Tang San, his tone calm yet carrying an undeniable decisiveness:

"Let's go, I'll take you... back to Haotian Sect."

Chapter 317 Haotian Sect (1)

"It's been a long time since I've been back, and I should go back and see what the Haotian Sect looks like now."

Tang Chen's voice echoed through the mountains and forests, carrying an unquestionable determination.

He turned his gaze to Chen Luo and Liu Erlong, his tone softening as he extended a sincere invitation: "If you two young friends don't mind, please come with me to the Haotian Sect so that I can show you some hospitality."

With Chen Luo and Liu Erlong's current strength and status, they would be treated as the highest-ranking guests in any sect on the continent.

Tang Hao and Tang San were not surprised at all. Tang San looked at his teacher expectantly, hoping that he could go with them.

Chen Luo felt Liu Erlong's questioning gaze, smiled slightly, and nodded to Tang Chen, saying, "How could I refuse a senior's invitation? It just so happens that I also want to visit the number one sect in the world."

He also had his own considerations. The matter of the Clear Sky Sect was a knot in the hearts of Tang San and Tang Hao. Once this trip was over, he could take Tang San to Seagod Island with peace of mind for the next stage of training.

Seeing Chen Luo agree, Tang Chen smiled slightly. Then, as if remembering something, he looked at Tang Hao and asked in a steady tone, "Hao'er, during the years I've been missing, has Qian Daoliu... made any move against the Haotian Sect?"

Tang Hao was slightly taken aback, then shook his head: "No. Although there have been many frictions between the Spirit Hall and the Clear Sky Sect, Qian Daoliu has never made a move."

Upon hearing this, Tang Chen's eyes flashed with understanding, and he nodded slightly: "He does keep his promise."

Before Tang Chen embarked on his journey to find a godhood, he had a battle with Qian Daoliu, the Grand Elder of the Spirit Hall, and they made an agreement that the Spirit Hall would not set foot on the mountain where the Clear Sky Sect was located during his absence.

This agreement, to some extent, protected the Clear Sky Sect from being directly attacked by the Spirit Hall.

Otherwise, if Qian Daoliu had intervened in the whole matter with his strength, the Haotian Sect, without Tang Chen in charge, would have met with disaster long ago.

At this moment, Tang San's body swayed slightly, and the aura of his newly acquired Killing God Domain overflowed uncontrollably, making the surrounding air seem a bit colder.

He had just acquired the domain and was not yet able to control it perfectly. In addition, the Hell Road had drained him, so his condition was not stable.

"Child, calm your mind."

Seeing this, Tang Chen reached out and placed his large hand on Tang San's shoulder. A gentle yet extremely murderous aura flowed into Tang San's body, helping him to calm his restless killing intent.

Tang Chen had, after all, undergone the Eight Trials of Asura, and his control over the power of killing had already reached its peak. What he possessed was actually a higher level of killing domain.

He then looked at Chen Luo and said, "Young friend, you have already gained the approval of the Asura Holy Sword, and your control over the rules of slaughter should be superior to mine. Please lend my great-grandson a hand and help him to completely stabilize this God of Slaughter Domain."

Chen Luo nodded, and with a thought, the dark red phantom of the Asura Holy Sword flashed in his hand and disappeared, while a purer and higher-level killing power enveloped Tang San.

Guided by this power, the restless killing intent within Tang San's body was soothed by an invisible hand, quickly becoming docile and controllable, and slowly merging with his own soul power.

If things had gone according to plan, Tang Hao would have needed to take Tang San to Yuexuan to learn etiquette and music, spending a year calming his murderous intent and controlling his mind.

Now that Tang Chen and Chen Luo, two individuals with a profound understanding of the rules of killing, have taken action, this process has been greatly shortened and simplified.

After Tang San's condition stabilized completely, Tang Chen's gaze fell on Tang Hao, and he calmly said, "Hao'er, lead the way!"

Tang Hao nodded vigorously: "Yes! Grandpa!"

Led by Tang Hao, the group left the mountains and headed towards the secluded place where the Haotian Sect was located.

The place they arrived at was a remote area three hundred miles away from Tiandou City.

Before me lay an unremarkable little mountain village, with rolling mountains behind it. At the village entrance, there were only a few dirt roads, a few simple houses scattered about, and wisps of smoke rising from their chimneys, making it appear peaceful and ordinary.

Tang Chen looked around at the scene, which was completely different from the magnificent mountain gate in his memory, and his brows furrowed slightly.

Tang San looked at this simple, unadorned, and even somewhat backward village, his face full of disbelief. He could hardly imagine that the Haotian Sect, which was famous throughout the continent, would be hiding here.

A hint of surprise flashed in Liu Erlong's beautiful eyes; this was far from the grandeur of the number one sect in the world that she had imagined.

Only Chen Luo remained calm, for he already knew the current predicament of the Haotian Sect.

His gaze swept across the village, noticing some villagers working in the fields or sitting idly in front of their houses. As they approached, they stopped what they were doing and looked over discreetly and warily.

Soon, a tall, dark-skinned middle-aged man strode over, carrying a hoe in his hand. His face showed undisguised vigilance and impatience as he said in a deep voice, "Gentlemen, our village does not welcome outsiders. Please leave."

As he spoke, several young and middle-aged men who looked like villagers subtly gathered around him. Their eyes were sharp, and their aura was deep and composed, far beyond that of ordinary villagers.

Seeing this, a complex mix of emotions and disappointment flashed in Tang Hao's eyes. He sighed, "Has the Clear Sky Sect really fallen to this level?"

Upon hearing the words "Haotian Sect," the middle-aged man at the head of the group trembled violently. His eyes instantly sharpened, and he gripped his hoe tightly, his tone growing even colder: "There is no Haotian Sect here! Please leave immediately!"

Just then, Tang Chen slowly stepped forward. He looked calmly at the middle-aged man, an invisible aura of authority emanating from him. His voice was not loud, but it carried a power that penetrated the heart:

"Do I really need to go through all this trouble just to get back to my own home?"

He paused, then said, word by word:

"Go tell the disciples of Haotian that... Tang Chen has returned."

The name "Tang Chen" resounded like thunder in the ears of the middle-aged man and all the villagers around him.

The middle-aged man's pupils contracted sharply, and the wariness and coldness on his face were instantly replaced by unparalleled shock and disbelief.

The hoe in his hand fell to the ground with a clatter. He opened his mouth wide and stared blankly at the distinguished middle-aged man in front of him, as if he had heard the most unbelievable words in the world.

Tang Chen was too lazy to waste any more words with the middle-aged man. With a wave of his hand, an enormous hammer-shaped phantom covered with dark gold magic patterns condensed in his hand, and a terrifying aura unique to the Haotian Hammer spread from his body.

"I, Tang Chen, have returned! Disciples of Haotian, come out and see me!"

His voice was not loud, but it was like rolling thunder, containing supreme majesty, and clearly entered the continuous mountains behind him.

The next second—

"Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!"

Several sharp, rapid whooshing sounds suddenly rang out from the mountains behind the village!

Several figures, like agile eagles, shot out of the forest at great speed and arrived at the village entrance in just a few leaps.

Chapter 318 Haotian Sect (2)

Those individuals all possessed incredibly powerful auras, belonging to the Title Douluo level.

The leader was a tall and imposing man with a face that bore a five or six-point resemblance to Tang Hao, but with more rugged features. Between his brows was the majesty of a sect leader and the heavy burden he had carried over the years. He was none other than Tang Xiao, the current sect leader of the Haotian Sect.

At this moment, the usual majesty on his face was replaced by extreme shock and disbelief. His sharp eyes were fixed on Tang Chen, and his body even trembled slightly with excitement. His tiger-like eyes even glistened with tears.

Behind Tang Xiao followed five white-haired old men, who were the five elders of the Haotian Sect.

At this moment, the five elders, who held high positions within the sect and were usually stoic, also wore complex expressions of shock, bewilderment, and a hint of cautious excitement.

Their gazes, as if drawn by a magnet, were fixed on the imposing figure standing with his hands behind his back in front of them.

That familiar, powerful, and domineering aura of bloodline, unique to the Haotian Hammer, and that unfathomable aura that made their souls tremble, was absolutely true!

"You...you are..."

Tang Xiao's voice carried a hint of hoarseness and hesitation that he himself was unaware of. He strode forward, his gaze quickly sweeping over Tang Chen, Tang Hao, Tang San, and the distinguished Chen Luo and Liu Erlong before finally returning to Tang Chen with utmost caution.

Tang Chen looked at his eldest grandson, who had become mature and composed and shouldered the heavy responsibility of the sect. A hint of relief flashed in his eyes, but more than that, he felt a complex and indescribable emotion.

He nodded slightly, his voice calm yet authoritative: "Xiao'er, it's been so many years, don't you even recognize your grandfather?"

The simple confirmation, however, was like a final, heavy blow, settling Tang Xiao's last guess.

"Grandfather! It really is you!"

Tang Xiao could no longer maintain his absolute composure as sect leader. Overwhelmed by immense joy, he was, after all, the sect leader. He suppressed the urge to kneel down immediately, took a deep breath, stepped aside to make way, and said with barely suppressed excitement, "This is not the place to talk. Please, grandfather, and... everyone, come with me back to the sect to continue our discussion!"

As his gaze swept over Tang Hao and Tang San, a complex emotion flashed across his face—guilt, concern, and ultimately, a silent sigh.

"Lead the way," Tang Chen said calmly.

"Yes!"

Guided by Tang Xiao and the five elders, the group passed through what appeared to be an ordinary village and headed deeper into the more treacherous mountains behind them.

The journey to the Haotian Sect was more difficult than expected.

Connecting the mountain peaks are several heavy iron chains that stretch across the bottomless abyss. The mountain wind is fierce, causing the iron chains to sway incessantly. Below, clouds and mist swirl, and the bottom is nowhere to be seen.

Only those with exceptional soul power and extraordinary courage can pass through this place.

This stretch of road was nothing to Tang Chen and the others, but it made their emotions even more complicated.

Tang Chen's gaze swept over the environment, which was easy to defend but difficult to attack, yet extremely desolate and dangerous, and his brows furrowed more and more tightly.

In his memory, the Haotian Sect was located on a famous mountain, with a magnificent atmosphere and a constant stream of guests. Why would it need to rely on such a natural barrier for a life of ease?