The Disobedient Son and the Drunkard

Tang Hao's face darkened.

You always say you have a plan, and you always say you'll follow your own path.

His brows furrowed into a deep frown, his voice filled with anger. "If your uncle and I hadn't arrived in time, would any of you have survived?"

Tang San frowned, and anger rose within him.

He looked at Tang Hao, his eyes full of resentment, and stubbornly said, "I didn't ask you to come. Who said we couldn't escape without you? We could have escaped even if you hadn't come."

Tang Hao's face turned bright red when he saw Tang San talk back and argue.

The father and son immediately started arguing.

Tang Hao said that Tang San was a rebellious son, arrogant, ungrateful, and ignorant of his own limitations.

Tang San, not to be outdone, started bringing up old grievances, saying that Tang Hao was a drunkard who had never cared for him since childhood, and that he himself had almost starved to death, yet now he suddenly wanted to be a father?

I won't listen to you, I'll make you furious.

Tang San was acting exactly like a rebellious teenager at this moment.

He knew that Tang Hao's suggestion was for his own good, and that he himself could sometimes be a bit arrogant and presumptuous.

However, thinking about what he had experienced before he was six years old, Tang San couldn't help but want to argue with him.

The atmosphere inside the cave plummeted to freezing.

Dugu Bo and the four girls watched Tang San and Tang Hao arguing with wide eyes, their faces full of embarrassment.

They had never seen Tang San so angry before, and for a moment they were at a loss for what to do.

Seeing the father and son arguing so fiercely, Tang Xiao looked helpless and quickly stepped between them to mediate.

He pulled Tang Hao aside and patted him on the shoulder. "Hao-di, say less. Xiao San is not a child anymore; he has his own ideas. As his elders, we should just support him wholeheartedly and not pressure him."

Tang Xiao then turned to Tang San, his expression one of elder's loving kindness. "Xiao San, your father is only doing this for your own good. He may be stubborn, but he cares about you. Don't take it to heart."

Tang San took a deep breath, suppressing the anger in his chest, and turned his head away.

But his tone remained firm. "I will not go to the Slaughter City. I have my own plans, please respect my choice."

Tang Hao's shoulders relaxed slightly.

What are your plans?

His voice was hoarse, and his gaze was fixed on Tang San.

Tang San said, "I plan to go to the Blue Silver Forest first to cultivate in seclusion. I want to master the Clear Sky Nine Absolutes and the Disorder Splitting Wind Hammer, and break through to level sixty in Soul Power."

Tang Hao was silent for a moment, then asked, "And then?"

"Then, we'll travel across the continent," Tang San glanced at Dugu Yan and the others, "Together we'll journey across the continent, seeking opportunities and broadening our horizons."

Tang Hao was silent for a moment, then sighed and said helplessly, "Alright then. I'll come find you after you've gone traveling. The road isn't safe; Bibi Dong's people might still be chasing you."

Tang San shook his head, his tone leaving no room for negotiation. "No need. We can manage on our own."

Tang Hao's lips twitched, and anger rose in his eyes again.

Seeing that the two were about to start arguing again, Tang Xiao quickly stepped forward, grabbed Tang Hao's arm, and pulled him aside.

He said to Tang San, "Xiao San, come visit the Clear Sky Sect when you have time. The elders really want to see you, and your grandfather's memorial tablet is also in the sect. You should go and offer him some incense."

Tang San showed Tang Xiao considerable respect. He nodded and bowed slightly, saying, "Thank you, Uncle. Once I've finished my training, I'll definitely come back to visit you if I have the chance."

Tang Xiao turned to face Dugu Bo, and said with a hint of entrustment, "Poison Douluo, you flatter me. I hope you will take good care of Xiao San in the future."

Dugu Bo didn't stand on ceremony. "Of course, of course. Don't worry, Emperor Tang."

Tang Xiao then turned to the other four girls and said finally, "My dear daughters-in-law, we'll be returning to our sect now. You must all be extra careful in the future. The Spirit Hall won't let this go easily; it's best to stay hidden for now."

Everyone nodded.

Tang Xiao turned around, took Tang Hao's arm, and walked out of the cave.

Tang Hao's gaze fell on Tang San and the others, but he said nothing.

He pushed off the ground with both feet, his body soaring into the air and flying into the distance.

Tang Xiao followed behind, the two brothers' figures growing smaller and smaller until they finally disappeared into the horizon.

Tang San stood there, looking in the direction they had disappeared, and remained silent for a long time.

He really wanted to tell Tang Hao and Tang Xiao that the King of Slaughter in the Slaughter City was Tang Chen.

But Tang San held back.

First, they don't know how they know it.

Secondly, even if we tell them now, what can they do?

Given Tang Hao and Tang Xiao's personalities, they would definitely rush to the Slaughter City without hesitation in an attempt to rescue Tang Chen.

But with their current strength, they are no match for the King of Slaughter.

The King of Slaughter is not only Level 99 Peerless Douluo, but also wields the divine artifact Asura Demon Sword.

In that case, it will definitely be a lose-lose situation. Not only will they be unable to awaken Tang Chen, but they may even die at the hands of the King of Slaughter.

That would truly be like the Calabash Brothers saving their grandfather!

Let's wait until we obtain the Sea God's Light, or until Qian Renxue obtains a holy purification skill like the Angel Divine Light, before driving away the Blood-Red Nine-Headed Bat King and awakening Tang Chen.

Tang San withdrew his gaze, turned around, and faced the crowd.

The stubbornness and anger he had shown during his argument with Tang Hao were no longer visible on his face; instead, a faint smile appeared.

"That old Deng, he always thinks he's so awesome."

Then he looked at Dugu Bo and said casually, "Grandpa, why don't you go back first? The five of us can go to the Blue Silver Forest. It's not far, we can handle it ourselves."

Dugu Bo shook his head. "I'll escort you to the Blue Silver Forest before returning. Although we've already gone quite far, the five of you are too conspicuous, and I'm still worried about you."

Tang San nodded and smiled gratefully, "Thank you, Grandpa."

Dugu Bo waved his hand and took out some food and water from his Storage Soul Tool: "Everyone, have something to eat, then get a good night's rest and recover."

The group sat around the campfire, ate something, and then each sat down to meditate and rest.

The next morning, as dawn broke, the six of them set off for the Blue Silver Forest.

Without Tang Hao and Tang Xiao, the group could no longer fly and had to walk.

Fortunately, everyone here is Soul Master, so stamina is not an issue for them.

The six of them did not take the official road, but instead traversed mountains and valleys, taking a route rarely traveled by people.

The mountain path was rugged and difficult to traverse, but it was no problem for the group.

Tang San estimated that it would only take about ten days to reach the Blue Silver Forest.

The six people traveled through the mountains and forests, rushing during the day and sitting around the campfire at night to eat and chat. Their lives were simple yet fulfilling.

Dugu Bo watched as these young people got along very well, and his eyes were full of satisfaction.

On the other side, in Spirit City.

The atmosphere Pope's Palace was unusually oppressive.

The three members of the Golden Generation and Zhang San stood below the hall. After several days of recuperation, their injuries and illnesses had mostly healed, except for Zhang San was still somewhat weak due to his serious injuries.

All four of them lowered their heads, not daring to look into Bibi Dong's eyes.

The crushing defeat in the Soul Master Tournament caused them to lose face within the Spirit Hall.

Bibi Dong's cold gaze swept over the four of them.

"You have disappointed me greatly. I gave you the best resources, the best teachers, and the best training environment. Is this how you repay me?"

The four of them lowered their heads even further.

Bibi Dong was silent for a moment, then waved her hand. "You are punished by being sent to Death Canyon for two years of training. Go down there."

All four responded in unison, "Yes."

Then he turned and walked out of the Pope's Palace.

The hall fell silent for a while.

Chrysanthemum Douluo and his group of five entered, all of them appearing weak and exhausted, clearly indicating that their injuries were quite severe.

Bibi Dong's gaze narrowed slightly, and a bad feeling popped into her head.

"Speak."

Her voice was devoid of any emotion.

Chrysanthemum Douluo bowed slightly. "Your His Holiness the Pope, we... have failed."

He took a deep breath and briefly recounted the details of the ambush.

After listening, Bibi Dong remained silent for a long time.

Her gaze swept over the five men, noticing their injuries and the fear and exhaustion in their eyes.

"Go down and heal your wounds."

Bibi Dong waved her hand, her voice calm but tinged with a hint of helplessness.

"Yes." Chrysanthemum Douluo and the others bowed and then turned and walked out of the Pope's Palace.

Bibi Dong sat alone on the throne, Qian Renxue's face flashing through her mind, and muttered to herself, "This time, you win."

"Pass down the order: keep a close watch on Tang San's whereabouts. Report back immediately if there is any news."

Bibi Dong's voice echoed in the empty hall.

Outside the hall, a cardinal's voice rang out. "Yes, Your His Holiness the Pope."