area51novel Chapter 118 Let's try something new
Chapter 118 Let's try something new
Chapter 118 Let's try something new
However, Tang Lie treated Tang San completely differently. On the one hand, it was because of Tang San's "bastard" identity, and on the other hand, and most importantly, Tang San was an old monster who had been reborn through possession.
"Seventh Elder, this is clearly Lin Ye's treacherous scheme. Shouldn't we unite against external enemies? Why do we have to fight amongst ourselves?"
"You, Dad, and the other elders are all my elders, and the Clear Sky Sect is my home!" Tang San said with a sorrowful expression, almost in a pleading tone.
Tang Lie sneered, "You little bastard, stop pretending. I'm not your elder. You keep saying you consider the Haotian Sect your home, so why don't you contribute your cultivation techniques and secret manuals to the sect?"
Tang San argued forcefully, "Those belong to the Tang Sect. The Tang Sect has been incredibly kind to me; how could I allow the sect's possessions to flow out of the sect?"
"Ha, you're quite the smooth talker. You'd better come back with me obediently."
Tang Lie was too lazy to waste words with this little bastard, so he stretched out a big hand and grabbed at Tang San.
"Dad!" Tang San hurriedly called out to Tang Hao for help.
Tang Hao sighed and flashed to block Tang San's path.
"Tang Hao, are you still going to protect this little bastard?"
Hearing Tang Lie call him a "bastard" repeatedly, Tang Hao became somewhat angry. "Seventh Elder, no matter what, Xiao San is still my son. I will not allow anyone to hurt him."
Since the sect cannot accept my son and me, then my son and I will leave. Tang Hao will repay the sect's debt another day.
After saying that, Tang Hao grabbed Tang San by the back of his collar, soared into the air, and left the Clear Sky Sect.
"Dad, where are we going next?" Tang San asked Tang Hao on the way.
Tang Hao said, "Go to a place where you might be able to evolve your Blue Silver Grass Martial Soul."
"Evolve my Blue Silver Grass?" Upon hearing this, Tang San was initially somewhat skeptical, but thinking that Tang Hao wouldn't lie to him, a glimmer of hope arose in his heart.
Several days later, the father and son arrived at a dense forest where the plants looked very ancient, as if they had lived through a long period of time.
Towering trees are everywhere, and even the sun's rays have difficulty penetrating the ground through these dense plants.
Tang Hao seemed to have been here before, and walked confidently in one direction.
Soon his Blue Silver Grass Martial Soul would evolve? Tang San was extremely excited.
Fifteen minutes later, the father and son stopped.
In front of the two was a large pit with some dried roots inside, suggesting that there had once been a tree there.
However, it has already been dug up.
Tang Hao stared blankly, muttering to himself, "This isn't right, I shouldn't have gone to the wrong place."
But where did the Blue Silver King go?
He looked around to make sure he hadn't come to the wrong place.
Therefore, there is only one truth: the Blue Silver King was stolen.
Damn it, Tang Hao clenched his fists. The Blue Silver King was Xiao San's only hope for evolving his martial soul, but now...
Seeing Tang Hao's reaction, Tang San knew perfectly well that he had wasted his time again.
Why do I say "again"? Because Tang Hao has disappointed him time and time again!
If we couldn't protect him, we could say it was because we lacked the strength.
During his time at the Clear Sky Sect, Tang San had completely lost faith in Tang Hao. He had suffered so much humiliation and abuse, yet Tang Hao not only didn't help him, but also sided with the sect.
Tang San is now not only disappointed in Tang Hao, but also harbors resentment towards him.
However, he hid these emotions very well.
Just as the father and son were feeling down, a man and a woman arrived forcefully.
The woman was stunningly beautiful, with skin as white as snow, smooth and delicate as jade, seemingly radiating a soft glow in the sunlight. She stood there quietly, exuding an ethereal and otherworldly aura, like a fairy descended from heaven, captivating all who beheld her.
The man was handsome and dashing, tall and slender with broad shoulders and a narrow waist—perfectly proportioned. His face still held a touch of youthful innocence. He gave off the impression of a sunny, cheerful young man.
But in the eyes of Tang Hao and his son, this man was nothing short of a demon.
Before the father and son could react, Xue Di made her move.
She reached out and conjured a longsword of ice crystals, then swung it at Tang Hao.
It is one of the three great martial arts techniques, the Emperor Sword, the Ice Extreme Unparalleled.
Tang Hao's old face suddenly changed color, and he hurriedly summoned the Clear Sky Hammer to fight back.
A sword fell.
To Tang Hao's disbelief, a huge gash had been cut into the Clear Sky Hammer.
He himself retreated a hundred paces.
At the same time, a refined chill traveled through the Clear Sky Hammer to Tang Hao's body. This chill seemed to freeze even his soul power, and Tang Hao's gaze towards the Snow Empress changed completely.
They became terrified.
The gap was too big; they simply couldn't muster the will to resist.
Meanwhile, Tang San had already been captured by Lin Ye.
Lin Ye grabbed Tang San by the neck, lifting him like a dead dog: "Hehe, you little punk, we meet again! Surprised? Unexpected?"
Tang San's expression instantly twisted, and his teeth clenched so tightly they made a grinding sound.
At this moment, he wished he could skin Lin Ye alive and make him wish he were dead.
But all he could do was rage helplessly. He was now in Lin Ye's hands, and if he made any rash moves, Lin Ye could snap his neck at any moment.
Therefore, all Tang San could do was glare at Lin Ye with resentful eyes.
If looks could kill, Lin Ye would have died a thousand times over.
Lin Ye wasn't angry at all; instead, he laughed. "You little punk, I love how you hate me but can't do anything about it. It's so damn satisfying."
Seeing that Tang San remained silent and only stared at him with resentful eyes, Lin Ye felt bored and decided to get straight to the point.
Lin Ye magically produced a black box.
He then took out a pig's head from the box; it had large ears and a round nose. The pig's head looked like it was carved from a gemstone, and it was a pale pink color.
A skull? Or a ten-year-old head bone?
Tang Hao was shocked. The head bone is the most important part of the body. How could his son absorb ten years' worth of trashy skull?
No, absolutely not.
Tang San was also unable to remain calm.
His body was trembling violently, whether from anger or fear, it was hard to tell.
With a thud, Lin Ye threw Tang San to the ground.
"Hey kid, here, this skull is yours. No need to thank me. Hurry up and fuse it."
Tang San remained unmoved.
"You little punk, it seems you haven't grasped the situation yet. Today, either you fuse this pig's head with it, or you and your son will be buried here forever." Lin Ye smiled, but his words were icy cold.
After saying that, he felt something was missing, so he took out a large knife and held it to Tang San's neck.
Tang San's first spirit ring was absorbed by Lin Ye while he was unconscious.
The second spirit ring was absorbed in the illusion after Lin Ye switched it, and the 10-year spirit ring was mistakenly absorbed as a 100-year spirit ring.
Lin Ye also helped with the third spirit ring.
This time, Lin Ye wanted to do something different, making Tang San actively fuse with this piece of trash skull while he was conscious.
The head Soul Master in Lin Ye's hands was delivered by the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School, which made him marvel at the school's high efficiency.
With a sword held to his neck, would Tang San choose between a heroic death and a life of ignominy?
(End of this chapter)