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Chapter 296: Father is kind and son is filial; brothers, friends and brothers are respectful

Walking along the bluestone path in the backyard, Tang San arrived at Tang Hao's residence. It was a simple little house, and Tang San stood at the door with mixed feelings in his heart, including the excitement of meeting his father and the complicated emotions of the past.

As a purely filial son and grandson, Tang San is extremely loyal to his father Tang Hao.

He gently pushed the door open. The room was dark, with only a faint light from an oil lamp. Tang Hao was sitting at the table, his back to the door, concentrating on carving something.

Hearing the noise, he slowly raised his head, and his empty eyes seemed to have a hint of spirit the moment he saw Tang San.

"Xiao San, you're here." Tang Hao's voice was hoarse and low.

Tang San frowned, and the excitement in his heart suddenly decreased a lot. For some reason, ever since the Yu Ruyan incident, he hated being called Xiao San. However, he did not show it, but the smile on his face disappeared, he nodded coldly, and walked into the house.

At least after all these years he could recognize me, which meant that his father still loved him, didn't he?

Tang San walked over to sit opposite Tang Hao, and there was silence between the two for a while.

"Father, I'm here to see you." Tang San finally spoke, but his voice was a little cold. He had a complex feeling towards Tang Hao, a mixture of love and hate, especially in recent years, with the changes in his own strength and state of mind, this feeling has become more subtle.

Tang Hao sighed, as if he sensed Tang San's alienation. He put down the carving knife in his hand and looked at Tang San: "Xiao San, you have changed a lot."

"Really?" Tang San chuckled, a barely perceptible gloom flashed across his eyes, "People will change, won't they? Especially in this world where the strong prey on the weak."

Hearing this, Tang Hao nodded, "That's right, the strong prey on the weak. You have a strong murderous aura. Have you been to the City of Slaughter?"

"Yeah, just came out."

Tang Hao narrowed his eyes, somewhat surprised that Tang San could control the killing intent so quickly, without having to wash off all the makeup. Was it because he was naturally suited to that path, or was it because the hatred and obsession in his heart were too deep to the point where he couldn't extricate himself?

"What's the matter with you coming to see me?"

As he spoke, he continued with the carving in his hands.

Tang San glanced at what Tang Hao was holding in his hand. The piece of wood was being carved into the shape of a hammer by Tang Hao. It was vaguely visible that the patterns on it were exactly the same as those on the Clear Sky Hammer.

"Come with me."

Hearing this, Tang Hao paused his carving movements for a moment, then returned to normal. His eyes were still focused on the wooden hammer in his hand, and he asked calmly, "Where are you going?"

A cold light flashed in Tang San's eyes, and his tone was firm: "Leave the Clear Sky Sect and go to a place that belongs to us. The Spirit Empire has unified the continent. If the Clear Sky Sect continues to shrink here, it will only usher in destruction. And I will become a new god, and I need your power."

"God? Power? Hehehehe, power. Do you know that my martial soul is destroyed now? Do you know that I am just a soul master with only soul power?!!!"

Tang Hao suddenly stood up and smashed the sculpture in his hand to the ground frantically, wood chips flying everywhere. His eyes were red, he was panting like a cow, his whole chest was heaving violently, and his emotions fluctuated to the extreme.

"Do you think I'm still bluffing? Tang San, let me tell you, I'm no longer the Clear Sky Douluo who terrorized the continent! I'm just a waste now, a burden! I can't give you the power you want!"

"Father, you are wrong. No matter what you become, you are my Tang San's father and the hero in my heart forever. Moreover, what I need is not your strength, but your experience, guidance and companionship. Although the Wuhun Empire is powerful, how can I, Tang San, be afraid? I have my plan and my path."

Tang San watched all this coldly, the cold light in his eyes never wavered. He slowly stood up, walked in front of Tang Hao, lowered his head, and said in a voice that only the two of them could hear: "For me, Tang San, nothing is impossible.

I have already been favored by the Shura God. As long as I continue to devour vitality and souls, I can become a true god. Now I am already a Soul Emperor. By then, what will the Wuhun Empire mean to me? And you, as my father, shouldn't you be proud of me and help me?"

Tang Hao's face changed drastically when he heard this.

"Devouring life force and soul? That is evil and heresy! As expected, you are an evil demon from outside the domain!"

Tang Hao pushed Tang San away with force, his eyes full of anger, "Tell me! Where did my real child go!?"

!!!

Tang San's pupils suddenly shrank, a sneer appeared at the corner of his mouth, and his eyes revealed a chilling coldness.

"Father, what are you talking about? I am Tang San, your biological son. Could it be that you can't even recognize your own son?"

Tang Hao's body trembled slightly. He stared into Tang San's scarlet eyes that were full of evil intent. An unprecedented fear surged in his heart. He felt that Tang San would kill him like a beast in the next second.

"Impossible, do you think I don't know? How could a human child endure being submerged in such boiling porridge without crying or asking for help?

Since you were three years old, you have been going to the top of the mountain every day to practice those unknown skills. Do you really think I don't know?

Soul, yes, soul, you must be some evil thing that occupied Tang San's original body!" Tang Hao roared.

Tang San's eyes kept flickering, he knew, he had always known, then why didn't Tang Hao in his world choose to expose him, but Tang Hao here was so crazy to reveal his true identity?

He looked at Tang Hao who had picked up the iron sword in the house and was slashing at him, frowned fiercely, and felt extremely annoyed.

Kill him? No, no, he's my father!

Don't kill him? No, he knows my secret and has already found a way to die. I can't let him live! If I'm sure the other person has a way to die, I can't show mercy.

For a moment, he stood there in a daze.

"Ka——"

Tang Hao's long sword went straight for Tang San's neck, but was instantly entangled by the dark blue silver grass, and the sword stopped only an inch away from Tang San's skin. The dark energy spread along the sword body, corroding this ordinary iron sword, causing layers of black mist to appear on its surface, and within a few breaths, it broke into two pieces.

Tang San suddenly raised his head, his eyes were red, staring at Tang Hao coldly like a knife. The murderous intent that flashed across his eyes and the murderous aura that came from the City of Slaughter made Tang Hao tremble suddenly, and he retreated tremblingly.

"Father, no matter what you know, you are still my father, and I hope you understand that." His face was terribly gloomy.

"No."

Before Tang Hao finished speaking, he heard Tang San continue, "I can help you reshape your martial spirit now." As he spoke, he took out the inner core of the Ten-Headed Fiery Sun Snake from his arms.

The strange aura made the whole house dim. Could it affect the environment? Tang Hao's expression changed again. He could sense the power it contained.

As an ancient alien species, the Ten-Headed Fiery Sun Snake is not a soul beast of Douluo Continent. It has similarities with the Dark Demon Evil God Tiger. Its inner elixir can even help the martial soul evolve. It is also possible to help Tang Hao repair his broken martial soul.

Tang Hao swallowed his saliva, his eyes flickering. He was too careless. He just had a falling out with him and told him that he knew about Tang San's possession of another's body. How... should this end now?

Tang San looked at Tang Hao's unpredictable expression and sneered even more in his heart. He suddenly seemed to know why Tang Hao in his world did not choose to expose him.

He just treated himself as a pawn.

Tang San slowly walked towards Tang Hao, each step seemed so heavy yet full of threat.

"Father, why are you so panicked? No matter who I am or where I come from, I am the good son you raised."

Tang Hao looked at the inner elixir that was handed to him and finally asked, "Can it really restore my martial spirit?"

His expression changed so quickly, just like that day, from indifference when he learned that his martial soul was Blue Silver Grass, to eagerness when he knew that he had twin martial souls.

"In that case, this time, you will be my chess piece. You deserve to die, but you cannot. Then I will control your soul. In this life, I will make you a tool for me to use." Tang San calculated secretly in his heart, and the smile on his face became more and more obvious.

"Of course I can, father. This is the inner elixir of the ten-headed scorching sun snake, a species from the ancient times. When it comes out, the sky and the earth change color. I got it from the road to hell. Take it now and I will sort out the energy for you."

Is it that snake? Tang Hao's eyes flickered. Having passed through the Hell Road, he naturally knew the existence of this snake and even fought with it. However, at that time, he ran away in disgrace instead of killing it like Tang San did.

If it is true, then he still has hope and a future.

What's black or white, real son or fake son? A son who can help you return to the top is a good son. So what if he has become corrupt inside?

Is it his nature that you care about? What you care about is whether he is useful to you and whether you can gain benefits from him.

At worst, after I recover, I can find an opportunity to kill him.

Thinking of this, Tang Hao's expression changed and a faint smile appeared on his lips. He took the inner pill of the Ten-Headed Fiery Sun Snake and said, "Okay, Xiao San, you and I are of the same mind."

That expression was just short of saying "grow bigger and stronger, and create greater glory."

The two men looked at each other and smiled, looking like a loving father and a filial son, but their smiles were indeed a little weird.

Tang Hao slowly swallowed the inner pill into his mouth, and a warm and violent energy instantly exploded in his body, burning his meridians and soul like a raging fire. His face flushed, veins bulged, and he was in great pain.

Tang San looked at all this coldly, quickly forming seals with his hands. Dark energy surged out from his palms and turned into thin threads, wrapping around Tang Hao's body, helping him stabilize the violent energy. At the same time, an imperceptible mark was planted deep in Tang Hao's soul.

There was no trace of worry in his eyes, only indifference and calculation. He shook his head and forced himself to use a technique that only gods could use, which made him feel a little groggy.

The ten-headed scorching sun snakes were of the fire element. Under the burning flames, Tang Hao's body seemed to be reshaped, making crackling sounds. His clothes were all reduced to ashes.

Tang San glanced at Tang Hao's lower body and sneered in his heart. At least he still had it, although it was smaller, but his father was gone.

With a long roar, the energy surging in Tang Hao's body finally subsided. His eyes suddenly opened, and a powerful aura emanated from him, shaking the dust in the room slightly.

"Hahaha, I, Tang Ritian, am back!" Tang Hao laughed, feeling the familiar martial spirit in his body, he seemed to have returned to his youth.

Although he is only a Soul Master, he has Tang San, this mentally ill guy who insists on recognizing him as his father even though he is not his son. Even though he just humiliated him, his desire for fatherly love is still unabated.

This made him wonder whether this evil demon from outside the domain was an orphan without parents and lacked love since childhood before taking over his son's body.

He didn't pay attention to Tang San's strange look, he took out a new set of clothes and put them on. The bottom was gone, so it was gone. He didn't know how many people had looked at him like this, he was used to it.

Tang Hao couldn't wait to summon out his martial spirit, the Clear Sky Hammer. The familiar patterns and weight made him feel indescribable excitement.

It turned out to be the right decision to spare his life! But I don't know why my mind is a little fuzzy now.

Tang Hao waved the Clear Sky Hammer in his hand, and sparks flashed faintly in the air, which made him raise his eyebrows. The Clear Sky Hammer seemed to have more fire attributes than before.

It's just

"Xiao San, how do I feel?"

"Father, your martial soul was once shattered, so the remaining martial soul source power is naturally very little. Even with this primitive alien inner elixir, it can only be reunited with difficulty. If you want to restore the original quality, you naturally need more martial soul source."

Tang San said, with an inexplicable look in his eyes.

"What do you mean?" Tang Hao frowned.

Tang San raised a cold smile and said slowly: "What I mean is, in order for you to fully recover, or even go further, we need more martial spirit origins. And the best way to obtain these origins is to devour other guys who have Clear Sky Hammer martial spirits like us."

Tang Hao's pupils shrank when he heard this, and a look of disbelief flashed across his face. Devouring the essence of the martial spirit of the same race? Even those fallen spirit masters would not have such an idea, right?

This is a very evil soul master.

He stared at Tang San, as if trying to find a hint of joking or falsehood in the other's eyes, but Tang San's eyes were cold and firm, without the slightest wavering.

"Father, you care about the sect a lot, but this is not just your sect, but the sect of our entire family. For the future of the sect, for our future, it is necessary to sacrifice some people." Tang San's voice echoed in the house, persuading him step by step.

"What you care about is the inheritance of the Clear Sky Hammer and the reputation of the Clear Sky Sect, but now this sect that has been frightened by the Spirit Empire is no longer useful. They are the sinners who have tainted the reputation of the Clear Sky Sect.

Kill them all, and then we will establish our own sect. This is the real Haotian Sect! From now on, we are the ancestors of the Haotian Sect, and our Haotian Sect is the orthodox one!"

Tang San's words were full of incitement, his eyes flashed with madness and determination, and he left a spiritual suggestion deep in Tang Hao's soul similar to Wang Donger's "Soul guides are shit, hidden weapons are gods".

Under his guidance, Tang Hao quickly accepted this shocking idea, and the shock in his eyes was gradually replaced by a twisted fanaticism.

He laughed in a low voice and said, "You are right, Xiaosan. For the future of the Clear Sky Sect and our future, some sacrifices are inevitable. Those cowardly clansmen who only know how to cower are not worthy of the glory of the Clear Sky Hammer."

Tang San smiled, "Then, it's time to start. I have found the source of their water." He took out a small porcelain bottle from his arms.

"This contains a special poison I made. Once it is dissolved in water, it is colorless and tasteless, and even a Titled Douluo will have difficulty detecting it. Once drunk, it will become dormant. When it erupts, the weak will die directly, and the strong's cultivation will be temporarily sealed, becoming like an ordinary person.

That will be our chance. Title Douluo? Humph, in front of my hidden weapon, you will only die. "

Tang Hao took the porcelain bottle, a fierce look flashed in his eyes, "Okay."

The two looked at each other and laughed with ulterior motives.

(End of this chapter)