The Darling Son Needed a Beating
(I changed the right eye ability of the Mangekyō Sharingan in Chapter 23 to Death Line.)
"Ah!"
Tang Hao let out a heavy, resentful sigh. He stopped pursuing Tang Feng and descended to check on Tang San.
"Little San..."
Tang Hao reached Tang San, whose eyes were tightly shut, and was just about to examine him when Tang San opened his eyes. He was leaning against a tree trunk.
There was nothing in his empty eye sockets.
Tang Hao froze and reached out with a trembling hand, wanting to touch Tang San's eye sockets.
Had his eyes deceived him, or were they really gone?
Tang Hao refused to believe it, but the bloody truth lay right before him.
Someone had gouged out Little San's eyes!
"Urgh... ah!!!"
Tang Hao gave a low roar of rage. Tang Hao went mad with fury. Tang Hao wanted to destroy everything around him.
Leaning against the tree, Tang San seemed to sense that Tang Hao was on the verge of madness. His lips moved slightly as he softly urged, "Dad, don't be angry..."
Hearing that, Tang Hao finally forced the violent presence surrounding him to subside.
Tang Hao held Tang San tightly, doing his utmost to suppress the urge to destroy everything.
"Because there's something coming that'll make you even angrier."
Lying against Tang Hao's shoulder, Tang San whispered in his ear.
"Huh?"
"What?"
Tang Hao wondered if he was so angry that smoke was coming out of his ears. He seemed to have just heard something shockingly disrespectful.
And it had come from the mouth of his precious son, Tang San.
A sharp pain came from his abdomen. Tang Hao looked down to see five slender Sleeve Arrows embedded in his belly, blood spreading across a large patch of his clothes.
He had seen those Sleeve Arrows before. After Tang San awakened his Martial Soul, he had forged them from the piece of scrap iron Tang Hao had given him.
He had even used the Disorder Splitting Wind Hammer...
"Why?" Tang Hao's heart went cold, and his voice was desolate.
Confusion, bewilderment, anger, and all manner of emotions flitted across his face.
"Dad!"
"When did you get here?"
"What do you mean, why?"
"I can't see now. What's wrong with you?"
Looking at Tang San, whose expression had abruptly changed into that of a darling son, Tang Hao felt he was about to faint from anger.
Damn it, you're playing dumb with me, are you?
"Phew."
On Spirit City's walls, Tang Feng breathed out. He should have shaken Tang Hao off.
Not only had he successfully recovered the Sharingan, but he had also captured two transformed Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beasts. He had hit the jackpot this time!
"Who are you?!"
"Unauthorized people are not allowed near the city walls!" A middle-aged male Soul Master around level thirty approached Tang Feng with a weapon in hand.
Tang Feng glanced at him and tossed out his Pope Token.
The Pope Token landed squarely in the Soul Master's arms. He picked it up and looked at it.
Huh?
A Pope Token!
Seeing the Pope Token was like seeing the Pope himself.
"Greetings, Your Holiness!"
The middle-aged Soul Master held the Pope Token up in both hands and offered it to Tang Feng.
Tang Feng took the Pope Token and waved him away. Only then did the middle-aged Soul Master breathe a sigh of relief and hurry off.
After a short rest, Tang Feng confirmed that Tang Hao had not continued after him and flew toward the Worship Hall in the very center of Spirit City.
On the way, Tang Feng considered what to assign his Soul Ring slots to.
He currently had only one Martial Soul and could absorb nine Soul Rings at most.
First Soul Ring: his Bloodline Soul Ring, no doubt about it; Second Soul Ring: Xiao Wu's Hundred Thousand Year Soul Ring, whose Soul Ring and Soul Bone Skills had monstrous survival mechanics, no doubt about it; Third Soul Ring: his mother Ah Yin's Soul Ring. Love you, Mom—no more needed to be said!
That left him with six Soul Ring slots.
One for the Snow Empress, no doubt about it;
One for the Ice Empress, no doubt about it;
One for Bi Ji, no doubt about it;
One for the Dark Demon Evil God Tiger, which possessed wind, lightning, evil, strength, space, time, and multiple other attributes. Where its stats fell short, its mechanics made up the difference. It was a bona fide mechanics monster, no doubt about it;
One for the Sky Dream Ice Silkworm, the only million-year Soul Beast, no doubt about it. (Note: dead only, not alive.)
"By that count, there's only one Soul Ring slot left..."
"So... are Da Ming and Er Ming really worthy?"
Tang Feng had originally planned to absorb Da Ming and Er Ming, but now he hesitated.
Could Da Ming compare to the Deep Sea Demonic Whale King? Or could Er Ming?
"Damn!"
Tang Feng was troubled. For the first time, he was troubled by the fact that he didn't have Twin Martial Souls.
After pondering for a long time, Tang Feng decided not to absorb Da Ming and Er Ming's Soul Rings.
Although he wouldn't absorb them himself, that didn't mean he would release Da Ming and Er Ming.
He didn't need them, but Qian Renxue did.
"Then I'll give them to Xiao Xue."
"She's been going down on me for so long; it's time I gave her a reward."
At the entrance to Spirit Hall.
Clad in Magma-Red Soft Armor, Yan looked up and pointed at the sky.
"Xie Yue, is there someone up there?"
Xie Yue looked in the direction Yan was pointing. There really was someone flying through the air.
He answered instinctively:
"Just a Titled Douluo. Haven't you seen one before?"
As soon as Xie Yue said it, his brows knitted together. He noticed that this Titled Douluo seemed far too young, and why had he never seen him before?
As one of the three members of the Spirit Hall Golden Generation, Xie Yue had seen portraits of practically every renowned Titled Douluo on the continent, apart from those in the Worship Hall and some reclusive sects.
But none matched the Soul Master flying toward them.
Most importantly, he was too young!
He looked even younger than Xie Yue.
"Yan, do you know who he is?"
"No. What do you think I was asking you for just now?"
Xie Yue turned toward Hu Liena, who was still inside the hall, and called out:
"Nana, come here, quick."
"Coming, coming. What is it, Brother?"
Hu Liena trotted over to the hall entrance.
She had long, jet-black hair and a curvaceous figure. Both her gaze and her tone carried a faint, indescribable allure.
"Do you think that person in the sky is a Titled Douluo?"
In the sky, Tang Feng had only just escaped Tang Hao and was still somewhat tense. Nor had he reined in his divine sense.
Hearing what sounded like people discussing him below, Tang Feng looked down and saw two men and a woman.
At that moment, Hu Liena also looked up at Tang Feng.
Wasn't that Spirit Hall's Golden Generation?
"It's him!"
Hu Liena murmured softly, but the sharp-eared Yan still heard her and asked curiously:
"Who?"
Seeing that the boy in the sky was also looking at her, Hu Liena hurriedly lowered her head, not daring to keep meeting Tang Feng's gaze.
Beside her, Xie Yue saw that his younger sister seemed somewhat nervous about the person in the sky. He quickly tapped Yan on the arm, signaling him not to ask too many questions.
Only then did Yan notice that something was amiss. He stopped asking and took the initiative to bring up some idle topics.
Tang Feng entered Spirit Hall's Elder Hall and vanished from the three of them's sight.
Only then did Hu Liena breathe a sigh of relief.
"Nana, are you all right?"
"What was the matter with that person just now?" Xie Yue and Yan asked.
"I don't know if I'm allowed to say. Oh, well, I'll tell you."
"Her Holiness the Pope told me this."
Hu Liena then told Xie Yue and Yan what Bibi Dong had told her about Tang Feng, leaving out a few things she wasn't allowed to say.
She said that Tang Feng was an elder personally selected by the Great Enshrined and held the title of Honorary Elder.
He was said to have Innate Level 20 Soul Power, but!
He was a sex-starved ghost, so Hu Liena was to stay away from Tang Feng and not get close to him.
"Yes, I think that's what Her Holiness the Pope said."
"Really? He didn't look like one," Yan said, somewhat skeptical.
"Believe it or not." Hu Liena offered no further explanation.
"Yan, stop thinking about it. Let's go cultivate." Xie Yue pulled Yan along as he headed outside.