Tang Hao's furious scolding was so violent that people started doubting reality—
—Was Tang San really his son?
But with Twin Martial Souls, that was impossible.
For a moment—
Even Ning Fengzhi and Gu Rong, who had initially been angry, didn't know how to react.
—Because that kick had made Tang San cough up blood!
And as Tang Hao continued shouting, he got even angrier.
He actually summoned the Haotian Hammer—swinging it straight at Tang San!
Ning Fengzhi's face paled instantly!
"Bone Uncle! Stop His Majesty Haotian!"
Gu Rong rushed forward, blocking in front of Tang San, raising a Bone Claw Shield to intercept.
"BOOM—!"
"CRACK—!"
"HISS—!"
Gu Rong was knocked back half a step—
And accidentally stepped on Tang San's left leg.
Directly shattering it!
"Holy sh*t! Tang Hao, you serious?!" Gu Rong was dumbfounded.
"Beating your own son—
"WITH A KILLING MOVE?!"
Ling Tian Strike?!
He actually used Ling Tian Strike—to smash his own son's skull?!
A Soul Elder's skull?!
This was absurd!
Gu Rong hadn't expected this at all—
Which was why, when he was forced back, he ended up accidentally crushing Tang San's leg.
He was completely lost.
But Tang Hao wasn't done.
He raised his hammer again, ready to strike down.
Only for Tang Lan to forcibly grab his arm.
"Dad! Please, calm down!" Tang Lan pleaded."Remember what I said—Little San is innocent!"
Tang Lan's words still carried weight.
Tang Hao glared at Tang San, then dissipated his Haotian Hammer—
Turning his back to them.
Out of sight, out of mind.
Everyone at the scene exchanged glances.
This...
Sure, fathers beating sons was normal.
But this was too much, right?!
Tang Lan knelt beside Tang San, healing his shattered leg.
He soothed him—
"Little San, don't blame Dad. He's just a little hot-tempered."
Tang San gritted his teeth.
—Who the hell beats their son with a killing move?!
He wanted to say something…
But after glancing at Tang Hao's back, he swallowed his words.
—Who knew if he'd lose his other two legs if he spoke up?
With no more interruptions,
Tang Lan handed the Mystic Golden Titled Chrysanthemum to Ning Fengzhi.
"Gently inhale the flower's essence, absorb it slowly, and circulate inner energy to distribute the medicinal effects throughout your body."
Ning Fengzhi carefully accepted it.
"Brother Lan, I won't say anything extra—
"I swear I'll find you a soul bone that satisfies you!"
Tang Lan smiled and nodded.
—A freebie was always welcome.
Then, he took out another herb—
An Eight-Petal Immortal Orchid.
Its entire body was pure white and crystalline, radiating an ethereal aura of transcendence.
He deliberately waved it in front of Tang San.
Tang San's eyes widened immediately, his mouth slightly open in disbelief!
"Eight-Petal Immortal Orchid?!"
"Its medicinal properties are mild yet rich—it strengthens one's foundation, expels impurities, is easy to absorb, and permanently enhances cultivation speed—"
"Brother! Give it to me!"
"My level is so far behind yours! If I have this, I can definitely catch up!"
PFFT!
Who gave you this confidence?!
Luckily, Tang Lan had already seen through Tang San's true nature.
That's why he had given him Snow Swan Kiss first.
Otherwise, rejecting him would've been difficult.
But now—
**"Little San, immortal herbs are rare. You shouldn't be greedy."**Tang Lan extended a hand.
"If you want the Eight-Petal Immortal Orchid, then return the Snow Swan Kiss to me."
Tang San froze.
He reluctantly glanced at Snow Swan Kiss, then looked at the Eight-Petal Immortal Orchid.
Finally, his gaze turned pleadingly toward Tang Lan.
—He wanted both.
Tang Lan sighed deeply.
It sounded both helpless and disappointed.
Then, he directly handed the Eight-Petal Immortal Orchid to Oscar.
"Little Ao, eat it all immediately. Use inner energy to aid absorption."
"The Eight-Petal Immortal Orchid's effects last for a long time—it will permanently boost your inner energy."
"It'll compensate for your slow cultivation as a Food-Type Soul Master."
Oscar's eyes widened in disbelief!
This...
Was for him?
Could this be...
The "Godhood Opportunity" that Tang Lan had promised him?!
Oscar was still stunned, hadn't even reached for it yet—
But Tang San was already blocking him again!
"Brother!
"Little Ao is my disciple—
"I should hold onto the Eight-Petal Immortal Orchid for him!"
He reached out to grab it—
Only for Tang Lan to retract his hand, dodging smoothly.
"Brother!"
Tang San urgently protested.
"Giving such a precious immortal herb to a food-type soul master is a complete waste! You should—"
"Shut up!"
Tang Lan snapped.
"We are all part of the Tang Sect now. The question is who is most suited for it—not who is closest to me!"
Tang San wanted to argue further—
But then—
He saw Tang Hao turn around.
His face darkened, eyes locked onto him—murderous intent thick in the air.
The Slaughter God Domain had activated!
Tang San immediately stiffened, not daring to say another word.
Tang Lan turned back to Oscar, raising the Eight-Petal Immortal Orchid again.
"What about you?"
"Are you planning to 'offer' this to your master?"
"Or are you going to step forward and take it for yourself?"
Tang San glared daggers at Oscar.
But Oscar didn't even look at him.
Instead, he stepped forward without hesitation, both hands respectfully accepting this—
His chance at godhood!
"Thank you, Sect Master, for granting me this immortal herb!"
"Oscar will never forget this favor!"
Tang San was furious!
This damn Oscar!
Usually, he listened to him obediently—
But at the critical moment, he turned out to be a traitor!
But before he could explode,
Tang Lan pulled out something new.
A red, trembling immortal herb, soft and delicate,
Formed of crimson leaves with a crest-like tip, golden-red veins, and radiating a warm heat.
"Cockscomb Phoenix Sunflower!!!"
Tang San exclaimed in shock—
"Another immortal herb?!"
"A supreme Yang-attribute herb that greatly enhances inner energy!"
"This… this…!"
Tang San suddenly regretted—
Why hadn't he cultivated Nine Yang Divine Skill?!
If he could consume this herb,
His cultivation could instantly reach Rank 40!
As he grieved his mistake—
He saw Tang Lan extending the Cockscomb Phoenix Sunflower… toward him.
"Your level is too low. I've always remembered that."
"With Nine Yang Divine Skill, this herb could boost you by at least ten ranks and even allow you to reshape your body."
Tang San froze.
Staring dumbly at the Cockscomb Phoenix Sunflower.
He was actually giving it to him?!
This time, he hadn't even asked for it!
He instinctively wanted to reach out and take it—
But—
His Xuantian Skill emphasized balance and neutrality.
If he consumed this Cockscomb Phoenix Sunflower,
His level would increase, but his entire foundation would be ruined!
In an instant—
The same Tang San who had just tried to steal his disciple's opportunity…
Was now awkwardly frozen in place.
The others, who had just admired Tang Lan's love for his younger brother,
Now looked completely confused.
This kid just tried to steal his disciple's fortune.
But now, when opportunity was handed directly to him, he refused?!
Only Gu Rong, his eyes deep and contemplative,
Saw through the truth.
Tang San… never practiced Nine Yang Divine Skill.
"What? You don't dare to eat it?"
Tang Hao's voice turned cold.
"Little Lan created Nine Yang Divine Skill when he was only six and taught it to you right away."
"Don't tell me—"
"After all this time, you still haven't mastered it?"
Tang San opened his mouth, unable to refute.
Under the weight of everyone's skeptical gazes—
Tang San knew.
There was no hiding it anymore.
With no other choice, he reluctantly admitted—
"Actually… I also created my own soul power cultivation technique."
"I named it Xuantian Skill."
"It may not be as strong as Nine Yang Divine Skill, but it suits me much better…"
"So… this Cockscomb Phoenix Sunflower isn't suitable for me."
The words fell—
And the entire field fell into dead silence.
So—
Tang Lan created Nine Yang Divine Skill at age six—
And immediately passed it down to you.
But you never practiced it.
Instead—
At around the same age—or even earlier—
You created your own technique.
And now, seven years later—
You're only revealing it now because you had no choice?!
This—
What the hell?!
Tang Lan had treated Tang San with sincerity, giving him everything.
And yet—
This younger brother, who enjoyed every advantage,
Had still been hiding things from his older brother the whole time?!
"SLAP—!"