Chapter 208

Gu Xuan naturally could not do something like in the original work, directly distributing soul bones on the Spirit Hall's square, because no matter how you think about it, that's just too stupid.

Distributing soul bones under everyone's watchful eyes, wouldn't the high-ups of the Spirit Hall all know? Then, with just a random assassination, the soul bones would be taken.

Moreover, precisely because of this, Gu Xuan couldn't understand why, after the Shrek Seven Monsters in the original work set a five-year pact, they weren't assassinated.

These are three ten-thousand-year soul bones, after all; they can be said to be the finest of soul bones, and any Soul Master who obtains them will experience a terrifying boost in strength!

Gu Xuan stored the soul bones in his own storage soul tool, then said, "We'll distribute the soul bones later."

Everyone had no objections, after all, these three soul bones could be said to have been won back by Gu Xuan alone; otherwise, when Qian Renxue of the Spirit Hall, a Soul Saint, appeared, they would have had no chance of victory at all.

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One day prior, deep within an unnamed mountain range inside the Tian Dou Empire.

At night, a refreshing night breeze brushed the leaves, and under the moonlight it left a scattering of swaying tree shadows across the ground.

Tang San slowly came to from his coma, almost instinctively sitting up abruptly, his gaze sweeping around.

First to come into view was a pile of bonfire, the flames scorching the firewood, emitting crackling sounds, with little sparks bursting forth as they burned.

Beside the fire, there was only a single figure.

"Dad." Upon seeing Tang Hao at a glance, Tang San jumped up from the ground in excitement.

Eight years have passed, over eight years exactly; seeing his old father again, how could Tang San not be excited?

"Sit." Tang Hao pointed to the ground before him.

Tang San dared not defy his father, hastily sitting before Tang Hao; he glanced around, but did not find the figure he hoped to see, and the excitement on his face faded somewhat.

"No need to look, it's just us here." Tang Hao said lightly.

"I..." Upon hearing his father's words, Tang San couldn't help but recall the promise he had once made to Meng Yiran.

To protect her for a lifetime.

But with his current strength, how could he protect her? When facing truly powerful Soul Masters, this bit of power of his amounts to nothing.

Faced with the ambush of the Magic Bear and Ghost Leopard Douluo, Tang San almost thought this was a dead-end situation, only he hadn't expected...

Tang Hao looked at Tang San's dazed expression, furrowed his brows, and said, "She's very safe."

"A real man should be able to take up and let go; when one day you truly possess the power to protect her, being together again will not be too late."

After saying that, Tang Hao then lightly said, "I know you have many questions to ask me."

Tang San nodded.

But just as Tang San nodded, Tang Hao coughed twice and spat out a mouthful of dark-red blood.

"Dad, are you injured?" Tang San wanted to get up, but Tang Hao pressed him down.

"It's nothing, just that today's action stirred up an old wound." Tang Hao's complexion returned to calm, as if the injured person weren't him.

Tang Hao was already a heavily injured body; if not for the life-giving force bestowed by the Blue Silver Emperor's sacrifice, he could not have survived to this day.

This time, he forcibly blocked the ninth soul skill of two Titled Douluos' martial soul true forms, undoubtedly aggravating his injuries once again.

In the original work, although the Spirit Hall pitted seven Titled Douluos against Tang Hao, at that time those seven Titled Douluos had not exerted their full strength, not even releasing any soul skills.

But this time is different; he directly withstood the ninth soul skill of two ninety-five-rank Super Douluos simultaneously, and Tang Hao's condition is not much better than in the original.

If he does not receive timely treatment, Tang Hao hardly has any life left; or if he again forcibly acts next time, he won't need anyone else to strike—he'll kill himself.

Then Tang San began communicating with Tang Hao, telling him about his experiences over the past few years.

Although Tang Hao spent most of his time secretly protecting Tang San, he also had periods when he was absent, so he indeed was unclear about some of Tang San's experiences.

For example, the matter of him adding a soul ring to his second martial soul.

Faced with this, Tang Hao was both angry and helpless, but when he learned that this suggestion came from Gu Xuan, and that Gu Xuan had also provided Tang San with a ten-thousand-year-level torso bone, he listened seriously.

Tang San explained Gu Xuan's theory in full, and Tang Hao shifted from his original anger to contemplation.

Because he found that this theory was indeed correct; although Tang Hao himself does not have a twin martial soul, he also knows the importance of physical fitness.

Finally, Tang Hao sighed helplessly: "From now on, you will temporarily focus on cultivating your Blue Silver Grass martial soul; as for the issue that your Blue Silver Grass martial soul can't keep up with your pace, I will take you to resolve it next."

After a pause, Tang Hao added: "That Gu Xuan is indeed sincere toward you; being able to produce a ten-thousand-year-level torso soul bone to support you is something I hadn't anticipated."

Even for Tang Hao, a single ten-thousand-year soul bone would be an immense favor, let alone one of decent quality as a torso bone.

Although it's only a little over ten thousand years, it indeed laid a solid foundation for Tang San, which cannot be denied.

Then Tang Hao also revealed his background: that Tang San's mother was a hundred-thousand-year Blue Silver Emperor spirit beast, which gave Tang San a reassurance.

This is also why Tang Hao did not want Tang San to add a soul ring to his second martial soul again; otherwise he wouldn't have said it.

And Tang San, upon learning his own background, also definitively confirmed that his mother had been killed by the Spirit Hall, deepening his hatred toward it.

The father and son talked through the night; the next day, Tang San basically resolved most of his doubts, then set off with Tang Hao.

He didn't know where they were going, but he didn't ask, because the coming time he would be cultivating with Tang Hao.

The next morning, Tang San followed Tang Hao into a stretch of continuous, rolling mountains.

From their position, they could not see the entirety of this mountain range, but even the outermost peaks, their lofty heights already pierced the clouds.

After only two hours, the father and son arrived at a picturesque spot, where there was a spring whose pool water was clear to the bottom, tranquil and deep, like a huge sapphire.

On one side of the valley, a waterfall roughly twenty meters wide lay like a jade belt across a cliff face nearly two hundred meters high, the waterfall's impact on the pool producing a thunderous roar.

Tang Hao stood there silently, his gaze continually fixed on the waterfall that resembled a pouring galaxy; for some reason, his usual stern expression changed.

Suddenly, Tang Hao's eyes flared with anger as he charged straight up to the midsection of the waterfall and dove right in.

Without the Eight Spider Lances, Tang San could not reach that height, so he could only wait anxiously below.

After about five minutes, an angry roar came from within the waterfall: "Spirit Hall! What a Spirit Hall! I, Tang Hao, am irreconcilable with you!!"

Hearing Tang Hao's roar, Tang San was somewhat stunned.

"Spirit Hall?" How is it the Spirit Hall again? What did Dad see up there?

ps: Typos will be corrected later.

(End of chapter)