Tang Hao's Descendants Unearthed All His Secrets in One Night

Before Tang San could explain, the crimson countdown at the top of the public chat screen reached its end.

With a soft hum, a bronze screen slowly unfurled in midair inside the forge, right in front of Tang Hao.

At the same time, the Group Hub's mechanical announcement sounded in the ears of both father and son:

"The new member has been selected. The Myriad Ages Douluo Group has now reached its full capacity of ten members."

"In accordance with the first group rule, new members must use their real names for their first twenty-four hours in the group. They may do as they please the following day."

Golden light flashed beneath the list, and a name card bearing the real name "Tang Hao," along with a First Epoch title, appeared prominently on the roster!

Inside the forge, Tang Hao looked at the bronze scroll floating in midair and his own real name. He snatched up the hammer beside the anvil, his right hand tightening sharply around it.

"What Soul Skill is this? It can actually appear right before my eyes?"

Tang San shook his head and said quietly, "Dad, this is the Myriad Ages Douluo Group. It connects later generations with our time."

At that moment, the spectators' counter on the public chat screen burst like a floodgate, shooting straight up to "The spectators are in an uproar ×15800"!

[Ancestral Precepts Recitation Champion: Holy shit! He really got in! Tang Hao with a First Epoch title—it's His Excellency Haotian himself!]

[Ten-Thousand-Year Melon Field Contractor: Welcome, Ancestor, to your first day running naked under your real name! A reminder from the front row: revelations on the first day earn double Talking Capital!]

[The Bystander Sees Clearly: His son just pinned him down with a history book in real life, and the next moment he joined the group. Now he has nowhere to hide.]

In the new building at Perching Swan Academy, Qin Zhaoye looked at the full ten-member roster and rested a hand on the special session's host console.

He personally pressed the bronze "Lock Topic" button, locking the entire session's topic to "An archaeological unboxing of Tang Hao's first day under his real name."

Then he called up three research files prepared in the backend and swiped a fingertip to break the seal on the first post.

[Group owner: The newcomer has taken his seat, and the special session's topic is locked. Unboxing the first file of hard evidence.]

With a rustle, a long archaeological post titled "The Strongest Blacksmith in History" unfolded in the middle of the public chat screen.

Lan Xuanyu had even listed in meticulous detail how Tang Hao had lain low in Holy Soul Village for six years, using the Clear Sky Hammer to forge farm tools in exchange for cheap liquor.

[Ten-Thousand-Year Melon Field Contractor: A dignified Titled Douluo hid his name and forged farm tools for six years. That kind of contrast must have been a first in the First Epoch!]

[Ancestral Precepts Recitation Champion: That's what you call a great recluse hiding in the marketplace! Even when Ancestor was hammering out hoes, he must have looked insanely cool doing it!]

In the forge, Tang Hao saw that the screen even recorded how many jin of liquor he had bought on credit, and his right fist creaked as he clenched it.

He stared at the blank name card marked "Group owner," then sent his first words to the public chat in a cold, hard tone.

[Tang Hao: Hiding your head and tail, playing gods and ghosts.]

At the table in the new building, Qin Zhaoye read those eight characters, but he was not angry in the least. He swiped down the scroll with a finger.

He gave Tang Hao no time to catch his breath, pushing the other two blockbuster files onto the public screen and unboxing them side by side!

"The Truth Behind the Severed Arm" and "The Inside Story of the Clear Sky Sect's Mountain Seclusion" exploded open at the same time, turning all of Tang Hao's secrets inside out.

The severed-arm post described how he had cut ties with his sect and severed his own arm to protect his young son. Beside it, the mountain-seclusion post laid bare how the Clear Sky Sect had shut its doors and sealed its mountain under pressure from Spirit Hall, and how it had distanced itself from its young master!

[The Bystander Sees Clearly: On one side, the sect shut its doors to protect itself under pressure; on the other, he severed his own arm and withdrew. All the pieces of that dead end fit together.]

[Ten-Thousand-Year Melon Field Contractor: The triple unboxing is complete! The secrets Ancestor kept buried for twelve years have been dug up, every last one!]

[Ancestral Precepts Recitation Champion: Ancestor is watching this happen right in front of him. Three unboxings in a row, like a public execution—that's way too brutal!]

The spectators' counter leaped wildly again, soaring all the way to "The spectators are in an uproar ×18900."

Inside the forge, however, it was so quiet that only the crackling of the fire remained.

Tang Hao looked at the two exposés hanging side by side on the public screen, and his clenched fist went rigid for a moment.

Then he slowly loosened his five fingers and gently set the smithing hammer he held back on the anvil.

The notoriously short-tempered Titled Douluo stood beside the fire, staring fixedly at the screen without uttering a word for a long while.

Beside him, Tang San read the summaries about the severed arm and the mountain seclusion. His heart jolted, and he sent a line to the group.

[Tang San: So there was this much more behind the sect sealing its mountain and you severing your arm back then.]

Seeing his son's message, Tang Hao, who had been staring silently at the screen, finally typed a line on the public chat.

[Tang Hao: I don't need outsiders to speak for me about my arm. If anyone tells you, it should be me, in person.]

In the new building, Qin Zhaoye watched the gavel come down on all three posts, then raised his hand and pressed the golden "First-day hard evidence settlement" seal in the backend.

Because the proceeds from first-day real-name revelations were calculated at double the usual rate, a dazzling golden statement filled the public screen on the spot!

[Golden statement: Three hard-evidence posts on Tang Hao unboxed on his first day under his real name. First-day settlement doubled. Group owner credited with 4,500 Talking Capital!]

[Group owner: Three posts archived, hard evidence entered into the records. As for any testimony the person involved wishes to add, this historian is ready whenever he is.]

In the mountain forge, Tang Hao glanced at the golden statement and waved away the group chat screen before him.

He turned and glanced at Tang San, who stood beside the fire, without saying anything more to tug at his heartstrings.

Tang Hao reached out, picked up the hammer on the anvil again, and strode over to a bluestone slab in the corner of the forge.

Thud!

With one blow, he smashed the sealing clay that had filled the gaps around the slab for years, then lifted the heavy stone cellar cover with one hand.

Tang Hao bent down and brought an ebony smithing chest covered in dust out of the depths of the cellar, setting it heavily on the wooden table.

"This was the coming-of-age gift I prepared for you the year you were born."

Tang Hao brushed the dust off the chest, flicked open its bronze clasp, and threw back the lid.

Inside the ebony chest were more than a dozen pieces of refined dark-iron stock, with a set of specially made forging hammers beneath them.

"I originally meant to bring it out when you turned eighteen."

Tang Hao looked at the ebony chest on the table and said in a low voice:

"Since you used that history book to dig up all my secrets, there's no need to wait any longer for this chest either. Take it."

Tang San walked to the table and ran a hand over the cold dark-iron stock in the chest, his fingertips growing a little hot.

"Thanks, Dad. I'll take it."

Tang San fastened the bronze clasp on the ebony chest and solemnly packed the belated coming-of-age gift into his belongings.

Meanwhile, in the new Perching Swan Academy building in Suotuo City, Qin Zhaoye took advantage of the break in the special session to circulate the Ever-Bright Bamboo Slip Art, thoroughly circulating the Soul Power he had accumulated over the past few days.

The Soul Power within him advanced as naturally as water flowing into a channel, and his cultivation rose steadily from level forty-one to level forty-two.

Qin Zhaoye exhaled a breath of turbid air, opened his eyes, and looked again at the bronze scroll on the table.

At the top of the public chat screen, Lan Xuanyu had just posted a bold, pinned preview with a golden border.

[Ten-Thousand-Year Melon Field Contractor: I spent two years compiling "The Complete Tang Hao File." The review starts tomorrow night, including that night at Spirit Hall!]

[Ancestral Precepts Recitation Champion: Holy shit! A complete-file ultimate move two years in the making?! Tomorrow night, we're digging up all of Spirit Hall's secrets too!]

Amid the clamor filling the screen, at the very bottom of the preview post, the long-silent avatar marked "Bibi Dong" quietly lit up for a moment.