Tang San's eyes were bloodshot with rage. How could he allow anyone to tarnish his pure and immaculate character?
At this moment, across the great soul master sects—the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School, the Clear Sky School, the Elephant Armor School, and others—their leaders watched the scene unfolding in the sky.
Ning Fengzhi, Tang Xiao, Hu Yanzhen, and many other high-ranking figures frowned deeply.
What an ingrate!
In the Douluo Continent, while sects flourished, they were fundamentally rooted in core Soul Master families. The most powerful inherited techniques were never freely shared—they were reserved strictly for direct descendants. This was an unspoken but universally respected rule.
Even within the Clear Sky Sect, the Chaotic Cloak Hammer Technique and the Great Sumeru Hammer Technique were never passed to the four affiliated clans—not even to the Min Clan, despite marital ties.
Yet here, according to the projection, Tang San was merely an orphan taken in by the Tang Sect from beyond its domain. Raised and nurtured by the sect, he should have been bound by gratitude.
Instead, he coveted their supreme inner sect techniques.
Utterly despicable. Completely ungrateful.
No! Damn it! How are these thoughts—my thoughts—being exposed?!
Curse this Comparison Canopy! You've defiled my pristine reputation! I'll kill you!
At Shrek Academy, Tang San's composure shattered.
As the scenes in the sky replayed his past, even his innermost thoughts, his entire body trembled with fury. His fists clenched tightly, veins bulging, breath ragged. His eyes burned crimson as he roared inwardly.
[Through relentless effort, Tang San carefully scouted the sect day after day, eventually mapping out a route to steal the Xuan Tian Bao Lu—the Tang Sect's supreme manual—and preparing everything needed.]
Seizing an opportunity, he slipped into the library and stole the treasured text.
[Afterward, Tang San devoured the contents of the manual with fervor—mastering the Xuan Tian Gong, the Purple Demon Eye, the Xuan Yu Hand, and the "Hundred Solutions to Hidden Weapons."]
Driven by ambition, he began forging hidden weapons from the manual.
His ultimate goal: to recreate the long-lost, peerless weapon—the Buddha's Wrath Lotus.
Back at Shrek Academy, Yu Xiaogang, Xiao Wu, Dai Mubai, and the others fell silent.
By now, they were almost certain—the Tang San in the sky was the very same Tang San standing beside them.
The evidence was undeniable: the hidden weapons, the Ghost Shadow Steps, the Purple Demon Eye…
Yet no one spoke.
Tang San stood rigid, glaring at the sky, trembling with suppressed fury.
They understood why.
No matter how righteous his words sounded, they could not erase the truth—his ingratitude, his betrayal, and his greed for techniques meant only for the sect's core lineage.
Ning Rongrong and Dai Mubai exchanged subtle, uneasy glances.
[Years of effort bore limited fruit. Restricted as an outer disciple, Tang San could only use inferior materials, producing a flawed version of the Buddha's Wrath Lotus.]
[Soon after, his theft was exposed.]
A law enforcement team led by the Tang Sect Master, accompanied by numerous elders, surrounded his residence.
[Tang San refused to surrender. Instead, he fled using Ghost Shadow Steps, vanishing into the forest.]
But escape was impossible.
Cornered at a cliff known as Ghost's Sorrow, with sheer drops stretching thousands of feet, Tang San reached his end.
Facing the sect master and elders, he appeared calm—almost sorrowful.
"I know that stealing inner sect techniques is a capital offense," he said steadily. "But I swear, I have never revealed them to outsiders."
"I do not seek forgiveness. I only wish to say… I have never forgotten my roots."
His eyes glistened with emotion.
"My life—everything I have—was given by the Tang Sect. I know my body would not be allowed to remain here after death."
He placed three golden Buddha's Wrath Lotuses on the ground.
"These are my repayment."
"Let me return to dust in the land of Sichuan."
Without hesitation, he turned—and leapt off the cliff.
The Tang Sect Master rushed forward, grief-stricken. Holding the lotus weapons, his voice trembled.
"Tang San… why?"
"I never imagined such talent. Had we known, the inner sect would have accepted you!"
The Second Elder scoffed coldly. "Brother, why mourn a traitor?"
The Sect Master's anger flared.
"A traitor? Have you ever seen a traitor refuse to flee after obtaining forbidden techniques?"
"Have you seen one who chooses death to prove loyalty?"
"Or one who could destroy the sect with a peerless weapon, yet offers it as a gift instead?"
"Tang San is no traitor—he is the greatest genius our sect has seen in two hundred years!"
At Shrek Academy, Tang San's rage melted away.
In its place—smug satisfaction.
It worked…
His desperate gamble had succeeded.
His name was saved.
He lifted his chin proudly.
See for yourselves! I, Tang San, am no traitor—I am a genius!
But the projection had not ended.
The Second Elder's expression remained cold, his thoughts dripping with disdain:
Tang Da has truly lost his mind.
The Tang Sect's decline over the years is entirely due to his incompetence.
And now he dares to whitewash a traitor? Laughable.
An outer disciple creating a true Buddha's Wrath Lotus? Absurd.
Those are crude imitations. I could make the same. They wouldn't even break my protective qi.
As for his so-called loyalty? Nonsense.
He didn't flee because he had nowhere to go. He chose death only because he was cornered.
If he truly regretted his actions, why not surrender earlier?
This was nothing more than a desperate attempt to avoid disgrace.
And yet—you believed him.
The elder's gaze darkened.
Let the Sect Master praise him. Let the rules crumble.
When chaos spreads, I will step forward.
I will lead the elders. I will restore order.
And I will depose you.
Only under my leadership will the Tang Sect rise again.