Chapter 336: Mastering Tang San's Movements
Compared to the joy of discovering that there were still relatives in the world, Tang San was more eager to know some of the hidden details behind the events from years ago.
"Aunt, can you tell me the specifics of what happened back then? My father never spoke of it, and what I know, I've only learned from my current teacher."
Tang Yuehua's expression froze for a moment, and then she seemed to understand her second brother's intention. It seemed that he didn't want his son to carry too much burden at such a young age. Perhaps it was better for her to tell Tang San what she knew.
"Well, I'm not entirely clear on all the details, but I can give you a general idea. Are you sure you want to know? Second brother didn't tell you this for a reason."
"Aunt, please tell me. I've been in the dark all these years, and it's been too hard for me."
Tang San was anxious, afraid that his aunt would also hide things from him like Tang Hao had.
Seeing her nephew's urgency, Tang Yuehua couldn't avoid his request any longer. She decided to tell him everything she knew.
"Your father, Tang Hao, also my second brother, was the pride of Haotian Sect. He broke through to the Title Douluo realm when he was only in his thirties, and only our ancestor, Tang Chen, had done such a thing before."
"Even though our eldest brother, the current sect master, Tang Xiao, was also gifted, he didn't achieve this."
"Back when they traveled the continent together, they met your mother, Ah Yin. The three of them instantly hit it off and swore brotherhood. Sister Ah Yin is the third sibling, and that's where your name came from."
Tang San froze for a moment. He never expected his name had such a backstory.
"Third? Tang San?"
"That's right. I never asked second brother, but I imagine he named you with this in mind."
"As their bond grew, it eventually led to the eyes of Spirit Hall being on them."
"Wait, Aunt. What does my father and uncle's brotherhood with my mother have to do with Spirit Hall? Why would they want to spy on them?"
Tang San was confused. Wasn't Spirit Hall the sacred ground for soul masters? Why would they care about private relationships?
Tang Yuehua gave him a deep look, her voice dropping as she said:
"They wouldn't care about the private relationships between soul masters, but if there's news of a hundred-thousand-year soul beast, they wouldn't let it go."
"What? A hundred-thousand-year soul beast?"
Tang San seemed to understand something, his eyes filled with astonishment.
"It seems you've figured it out. Yes, your mother, Ah Yin, is a hundred-thousand-year soul beast. She was a Blue Silver Grass that had reached the age of a hundred thousand years. No, she should be called the Blue Silver Emperor."
"Blue Silver Grass is a king at ten thousand years, and an emperor at a hundred thousand years. Your mother was the emperor of the Blue Silver Grass lineage."
"This..."
Tang San felt a bit dazed for a moment. He summoned his Blue Silver Grass martial soul with his left hand. Seeing the familiar martial soul again, his previous feelings of disdain disappeared. It was a relic left by his mother.
"Afterward, you can probably guess what happened. When your mother gave birth to you, the former Pope of Spirit Hall came knocking. In the end, Sister Ah Yin was forced to sacrifice herself for second brother, which led to him becoming the youngest Title Douluo in history."
"Spirit Hall..."
At that moment, Tang San's hatred for Spirit Hall reached its peak. Many things that had confused him before now became clear. Why had Spirit Hall set up a trap for a mere Soul Sect disciple like him? It turned out they had figured out his identity from his twin martial souls.
He should have had a perfect and harmonious family, but Spirit Hall had destroyed it. He would surely seek justice for himself and his parents.
"Hah, Aunt, why did my father then sever ties with Haotian Sect? Logically, wouldn't it be better for him to return to the sect?"
Tang Yuehua sighed, her expression filled with sorrow. This was an eternal pain in the hearts of all Haotian Sect disciples.
"It should have been that way, but shortly after that incident, the former Pope of Spirit Hall was declared dead from his injuries."
"Spirit Hall then held Haotian Sect responsible for everything, launching a brutal retaliation. Our father, your grandfather, was so enraged that he coughed up blood and died. Haotian Sect was forced to close its gates, and the subsidiary sects that had once allied with Haotian Sect scattered."
"This..."
Tang San was momentarily stunned. He never expected that he and his father had become the scapegoats for the sect. No wonder his father had been so depressed and heartbroken, always appearing melancholic.
His wife died tragically, the sect suffered heavy losses, and the enemies were overwhelmingly powerful. Anyone would have fallen apart under such circumstances.
Seeing Tang San's shifting expression, Tang Yuehua immediately spoke to comfort him.
"Enough, little San. This has nothing to do with you. Don't take it too hard."
"You wanted to study music to control your emotions, right? I'll personally teach you."
Tang San felt a warmth in his heart as he came to his senses. Regardless of everything, he had found a relative who truly cared about him, which was certainly better than being alone.
Two years ago, Little Angel had already bought up the shops surrounding Yue Xuan to monitor Tang Yuehua's movements and whether Tang San would come.
Now, news of Tang San entering Yue Xuan quickly reached Qian Renxue's ears, and she immediately ordered that Ning Bei be summoned.
"What's going on, Xue'er? Didn't you just visit the Ice God Temple the day before yesterday?"
Qian Renxue's serious expression instantly broke, her pretty face turning slightly red as she playfully glared at her husband.
"You're always thinking about singing, but there's actual work to be done!"
Ning Bei shrugged, asking indifferently:
"Oh? What's the matter?"
"Tang San has shown up. Just as you predicted, he went to Yue Xuan to meet Tang Yuehua."
Upon hearing this, Ning Bei raised an eyebrow. It seemed that Tang San had successfully made it out of the City of Slaughter. He must have gone to Yue Xuan to learn music and etiquette in order to control his God of Killing domain.
However, it was puzzling how he had found Tang Yuehua now that Tang Hao was no longer by his side. But this didn't seem like a big issue.
"Strange. He's shown up, but why hasn't Ah Du returned? Did something happen?"
Ning Bei's mood darkened slightly, thinking of the worst possible outcome. Little Angel, noticing this, also wore a serious expression. After a while, she spoke to comfort him.
"Don't overthink it. Maybe he just got delayed on the road?"
"Maybe. Let's focus on Tang San for now. He's likely still in the phase of trying to control his God of Killing domain."
Upon hearing Ning Bei's explanation, Little Angel immediately wanted to find something for him to do, but then changed her mind.
"Mm, should we make things difficult for him?"
"Let's not, we don't want to mess up like that woman did."
After thinking for a moment, Ning Bei's eyes glinted, and a cold smile appeared at the corner of her mouth.
"While we can't endanger his safety, making him take a few more detours is still possible."
"What do you mean?"
Hearing this, Little Angel became intrigued. As long as it involved giving the other party some trouble, she was more than happy to give it a try.
"Well, isn't Yue Xuan known as the gathering place for nobles? It's perfectly understandable if a few brainless young nobles occasionally show up, right?"
Little Angel's eyes lit up, and she, like Ning Bei, wore a mischievous smile.
"You mean..."
(END CHAPTER)
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