Chapter 147: Tang San's Journey as an Evil Spirit Master!
Upon hearing this, Prince Xue Xing suddenly looked up towards where Dugu Bo was.
When he saw the jovial scene over there, his face darkened, his smug smile vanished instantly, and his breathing quickened.
At the same time, Dugu Bo noticed Prince Xue Xing's gaze.
A look of embarrassment appeared on his face beneath the mask. He subconsciously looked away, avoiding Prince Xue Xing's direction.
"Avalanche, let's go!" The next second, Prince Xue Xing stood abruptly, his robes billowing as he shouted angrily.
After saying that, he stormed off.
Xue Beng quickly stood and followed, whispering as he hurried after, "Uncle, are we leaving now? Shouldn't we confront that old fellow Dugu Bo and ask what he means by this? How could he, as our guest official, get involved with Xue Qinghe?"
Prince Xue Xing stopped abruptly, suppressing his anger, and said in a deep voice:
"You're still too young! Although I saved Dugu Bo's life, he's still a Titled Douluo. Would it be appropriate to confront him directly?"
He sighed helplessly, his tone softening. "Leave some room for future dealings. I'll talk to him privately later to find out what's going on."
"Uncle, what about the Soul-Enhancing Pill?" Xue Beng frowned, speaking with dissatisfaction.
Prince Xue Xing flew into a rage, pointing at Xue Beng's nose and cursing, "It's this late, and you're still thinking about that damn pill? The priority now is to figure out Dugu Bo's stance! If he sides with Xue Qinghe, all our plans over the years will be ruined! How could my royal brother have birthed a fool like you!"
With that, he flicked his sleeves and strode away without looking back.
Xue Beng shrank back after the scolding, glanced reluctantly at the auction hall, and hurried to catch up.
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Shrek Academy, in a spacious room.
The Grandmaster, still wrapped in thick bandages around his lower abdomen, sat in a wheelchair, his face pale and weak.
Tang San stood quietly before him, hands clenched into fists.
"Teacher, you mean… everything Ning Fengzhi said is true? My father is really the Clear Sky Douluo who was famous across the continent?" Tang San's eyes were dazed.
The Grandmaster nodded slowly, a complex expression on his pale face. He weakly raised a hand, motioning Tang San closer, and said in a frail voice, "In fact, when you were still at Notting College, your father came to see me in person."
Tang San's pupils contracted, his breathing quickening.
A light flashed in the Grandmaster's hand as he took out a token from his soul guide. The golden token was engraved with six lifelike patterns: a domineering hammer, a sharp sword, a hovering dragon, a blooming chrysanthemum, a ghostly shadow, and a golden sword.
"This papal decree… was given to me by your father."
"He asked me to take good care of you for him."
"My father… is he really Clear Sky? Clear Sky Douluo. I was born in the Clear Sky Sect!" Tang San knew the Grandmaster would never deceive him.
At this moment, he was certain his father was no ordinary man but a top figure in the Soul Master world.
And his second martial soul was the Clear Sky Hammer, known as the world's premier weapon spirit!
The Grandmaster's expression darkened slightly. "Your Clear Sky Sect had two Douluos, the brothers Tang Xiao and Tang Hao. They once made the entire Soul Master world tremble. Your father was only about forty when he reached Titled Douluo. Such talent is unprecedented."
"Ning Fengzhi is right. Your father severely injured the Pope and killed a Titled Douluo of the Spirit Hall, relying on his strength just after breaking through to level ninety. You should know the Spirit Hall Pope, Qian Xunji, was already at level ninety-five then."
Tang San's face filled with confusion. He stepped forward and asked, "Teacher, do you know why my father fought the Spirit Hall?"
"I don't know… It seems to be a secret between your Clear Sky Sect and the Spirit Hall. But what's certain is there's a blood feud between your father and the Spirit Hall—one that won't end until one side is destroyed." The Grandmaster shook his head, leaning weakly against the wheelchair.
"Teacher, why do you say that?" Tang San frowned, puzzled.
The Grandmaster's eyes narrowed, his expression grim. "Xiao San, do you remember when we urgently evacuated Soto City to come to Heaven Dou City?"
Tang San nodded, a trace of reminiscence in his eyes.
The Grandmaster continued, each word heavy. "We had to evacuate because the Spirit Hall came for you, wanting to eliminate you. Fortunately, your father appeared just in time, allowing us to escape to Heaven Dou City."
Tang San's face changed drastically. The blood-red giant hammer in the sky when they left Soto City flashed in his mind—his Clear Sky Hammer.
His fingers trembled as he realized the earth-shaking battle that day was his father protecting him.
"I didn't expect my father has been protecting me in secret," Tang San said, moved.
The Grandmaster smiled. "Xiao San, in a sense, though your father never met you, he's always been by your side."
"Teacher, what do you mean?" Tang San asked, confused.
The Grandmaster's face showed a strange smile. "I heard this from Flender. Remember when you first arrived at Shrek Academy, and Zhao Wuji gave you a hard time? The next day, he was bruised and battered."
Tang San stood abruptly, suddenly realizing his father had been by his side all these years.
"Teacher, do you know my mother's whereabouts?" Tang San's voice trembled slightly as he asked.
The Grandmaster shook his head, pausing before saying in a deeper voice, "I don't know. But I think… as Ning Fengzhi said, it's very likely your mother died at the hands of the Spirit Hall."
"Otherwise, why would the Spirit Hall want to kill you?"
Tang San's eyes turned red, his breathing heavy. He clenched his fists, knuckles cracking, and growled, "Spirit Hall… you've already sealed your fate!"
Seeing Tang San's agitation, the Grandmaster quickly pressed his trembling shoulders, comforting him: "Xiao San, don't get excited. What you need now is to improve your strength as quickly as possible. Otherwise, if the Spirit Hall comes for you again…"
Hearing the Grandmaster urge him to improve his strength quickly, Tang San's eyes flashed with a gleam, as if struck by a thought: "Improve my strength as quickly as possible?"
"Fastest? What's the fastest method? Devour? Eight Spider Lances!"
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