Rakshasa Evil Intent's New Host

After leaving the city square, the two walked together to the most bustling area in the center of Heaven Dou City, where Tang Hao stopped in front of a tall building.

"Dad, where is this place?"

Tang San glanced at the two characters "Moonlight Pavilion" on the plaque and the richly dressed nobles coming and going, and asked with a frown.

Even now, he has not been able to fully calm down.

"This is the place where you can wash away all your worldly dust."

"But..."

Tang San hesitated upon hearing this.

The wanted posters plastered all over the city posed a huge security risk to the father and son.

Although I am not afraid, it would be very troublesome to deal with the aftermath if I were exposed.

"Don't worry, just come in with me. The owner here is trustworthy."

With that, Tang Hao took the lead and walked towards the Moonlight Pavilion.

But as soon as they arrived at the door, they were stopped.

Two handsome young men dressed in neat blue robes each raised a hand to block the way in front of them, and said calmly, "Excuse me, please wait here. Moonlight Pavilion does not receive people who are not properly dressed."

Tang San's brows were furrowed beneath his mask.

Although he was dressed simply, he was very neat, clearly indicating that the other person was referring to Tang Hao.

Without hesitation, he stepped forward, staring at the two young men on the steps who weren't even Soul Master, and uttered cold words.

"Roll!"

He was already in a bad mood at that moment.

These two people in front of us have clearly run into trouble.

The next moment, a strong killing intent surged forth, and the two youths staggered backward and fell to the ground as if they had been electrocuted.

When she looked at Tang San again, her eyes were filled with fear.

Seeing this, Tang Hao glanced at his son silently, but said nothing, and strode inside.

Letting Tang San vent his frustrations a little isn't necessarily a bad thing.

After the Spirit Hall's wanted notice, Tang San's emotions showed signs of becoming somewhat out of control, so it was better to guide them rather than suppress them.

If conditions allowed, Tang Hao would have long ago allowed him to commit some killings.

After giving the two a cold glance, Tang San followed his father into the Moonlight Pavilion.

The two young men who fell to the ground only felt the intense Killing Intent emanating from the other party, and no longer had the courage to step forward to stop him.

They only breathed a sigh of relief when the other person's figure disappeared from sight. Their bodies were already soaked with sweat, and one of them hurriedly ran behind the Moonlight Pavilion.

When Tang San entered the lobby on the first floor, he found that the decorations here were extremely elegant, and the materials used were all expensive and rare woods, which emitted a faint fragrance that lingered in the air.

The young girls in the Moonlight Pavilion who were in charge of receiving guests were quite surprised when they saw Tang Hao and his son. They were clearly puzzled as to why someone dressed like Tang Hao could be allowed in.

Tang Hao ignored their gazes and walked straight to the table, saying to the tall girl at the head of the table, "Tell Yuehua that an old friend has come to visit."

"And you are?"

"Tell Yuehua that when the Full Moon is waning, she vaguely sees an old friend, and she will know who I am."

Looking at Tang Hao, and then at Tang San Tang Hao him, the girl hesitated for a moment before nodding and saying softly, "Please wait a moment."

After saying that, he quickly went upstairs along the stairs next to him.

Not long after, a slightly noisy sound of footsteps came from upstairs.

Upon hearing the sound, Tang Hao frowned slightly and saw a group of four people coming down from upstairs.

The tall girl from before also followed behind the four of them, pointed at Tang Hao, and whispered, "Steward, it's him who wants to see the madam."

Upon hearing this, the middle-aged man in purple at the head of the group immediately turned his gaze to Tang Hao, a hint of disgust naturally appearing on his face. Looking at Tang San beside Tang Hao, whose face was masked and whose true features were not revealed, his displeasure only intensified.

Tang Hao was not only dressed in rags, but his beard and long hair were also almost completely tangled together, making him look like an old beggar.

Even if he didn't have any foul odor, it was still hard not to feel disgusted by him.

Moreover, the guests who frequent Moonlight Pavilion are all nobles of the empire with distinguished status.

Even disregarding one's own feelings, if other guests see this kind of person going upstairs, it will inevitably cause resentment and affect Moonlight Pavilion's reputation and business in the future.

The man in purple frowned and said to the two men in blue behind him, "Moonlight Pavilion only receives distinguished guests. Please ask them to leave."

Upon hearing this, the two men in blue immediately rushed downstairs, accompanied by a surge of Soul Power, and an invisible pressure swept over them.

Tang San naturally stepped forward and looked at the purple-clad man with an unfriendly expression. The only description he could think of was that he looked down on people.

Two men in blue quickly approached Tang Hao and his son, raising their hands and saying, "Please leave."

Tang Hao said calmly, "What if I don't leave?"

"..." Neither of them answered, and they both turned their gazes toward the steward in purple robes on the stairs.

The man in purple waved his hand. "Do I need to teach you? Ask them to leave."

The two men in blue immediately sprang into action, raising their arms to grab at Tang Hao and his son.

Tang Hao glanced at Tang San and said calmly, "Don't kill anyone, don't destroy this place."

The next moment, Tang San moved.

He took just one step forward, and the two men in blue simultaneously felt a powerful suction force coming from him. Almost involuntarily, they reached out and grabbed at Tang San.

At the same time, Tang San raised his arm and put his hand on the wrists of the two men in blue.

The Soul Power fluctuations of these two men in blue were only at the Soul Ancestor level. With his current strength, he didn't even consider such opponents a threat.

A phantom white shadow flashed by, and the two men in blue retreated simultaneously, their outstretched arms hanging limply at their sides.

Tang San looked at the two of them coldly, his eyes, visible through his mask, revealing disdain and mockery.

"Stretch out one paw, and I'll take one off you. Stretch out another, and I'll take the other off. We're here to see the master, not to see the watchdogs."

As he spoke, a strong killing intent burst forth from his body.

Coldness, bloodlust, gloom, and evil—a heavy wave of negative emotions swept across the entire first floor of the Moonlight Pavilion almost instantly.

The waitresses behind the table looked at each other, their faces pale, and retreated in trembling.

The middle-aged man in purple was stunned for a moment, then flashed down the stairs.

He placed his hands on the shoulders of his two subordinates, and upon sensing their movements, his expression changed drastically. He stared at Tang San and said in a deep voice, "Such a ruthless method."

At this moment, the bones in the arms of the two men in blue were broken inch by inch.

This kind of injury is extremely difficult to heal. Even if it can be healed, the person will never be able to exert any force again, essentially becoming half-crippled.

Tang San parted his lips slightly beneath the mask, letting out a faint, cold laugh. "I've already shown mercy to those who look down on others."

"Looking down on people like a dog?!"

The man in purple laughed in anger and pointed his finger at Tang Hao.

"Did he ever respect Moonlight Pavilion by dressing like that? Did he ever consider the other guests? Let alone you, even if an imperial noble came, he wouldn't be allowed to enter dressed like that!"

"I see you're not very old, but your cultivation is quite good; you could be considered a genius. Surely you can afford a decent set of clothes?"

"So, even now you still think you're right?" Tang San said calmly. "With your way of treating guests, this place is destined not to last long."

"What a joke! Moonlight Pavilion has been established in the capital for more than ten years. You think it can just close down like that? You come here demanding to see the sect leader. Our sect leader is just a woman. How can you expect her to come at your beck and call?"

"Are we supposed to report every random Tom, Dick, or Harry, or even a beggar on the street? If we did that, Moonlight Pavilion really wouldn't be able to stay in business."

"Moreover, my two men never intended to harm anyone, yet you are so ruthless, crippling people's arms at the drop of a hat. Which academy did you graduate from? Is this how your elders taught you to be a person?!"

As he spoke, a faint halo flickered beside the purple-robed steward, releasing a massive surge of Soul Power.

At the same time, six Soul Ring quietly appeared beneath his feet, revealing his identity as a Spirit Emperor.

In fact, given his temperament and his powerful strength as a Soul Emperor, he would never waste time talking so much nonsense, especially when facing unwelcome guests who posed no real threat.

But more than a year ago, Elder Su from the Spirit Hall left a very deep impression on him.

The young man seemed unremarkable, even less impressive than the girl walking beside him. But it turned out that he was actually the youngest elder in the history of the Spirit Hall, with strength comparable to Titled Douluo.

The masked youth I saw today didn't even release his Martial Soul, yet he easily crippled two of my Soul Master subordinates. Moreover, his aura was bloody and terrifying, so it's hard to say whether he might have some hidden strength.

Only when they saw that the other party's words were sharp and their attitude aggressive, clearly indicating that the matter could not be resolved peacefully, did they prepare to take action.

However, Tang San was clearly not buying into that.

Neither words nor force could sway his mind in the slightest.

For Tang San, his father was his Achilles' heel, and anyone who dared to underestimate Tang Hao would have to pay a bloody price.

No matter how tattered Tang Hao's clothes were, they were not something these people could slander.

"Who are you calling a nobody?" His voice grew colder and harsher.

The man in purple narrowed his eyes slightly, losing interest in further arguing. He said calmly, "Your talent may be good, but when the young elder from the Spirit Hall came to the Moonlight Pavilion more than a year ago, he wasn't as arrogant as you are. Don't think that just because you're young and have some strength, others should give you face as a matter of course."

"An elder of the Spirit Hall?!" Upon hearing this title, Tang San's eyes instantly turned bloodshot, and he became as if his fur had been bristled, making it difficult to suppress the intense bloodlust emanating from his body.

"I was showing you mercy, but I was too soft-hearted! You scoundrel who colluded with the Spirit Hall, you've already met your end!"

Before he finished speaking, his Killing Intent surged like a tidal wave.

However, at that moment, a hand pressed down on his shoulder, and a chilling killing intent poured down like ice water.

"Don't be impulsive," Tang Hao said, frowning.

He suppressed Tang San not because he felt any pity for the man in front of him.

In fact, Tang Hao doesn't care much about other people's insults, ridicule, or even life and death.

He was worried about Tang San's condition.

If Tang San were to actively kill to vent his anger while barely maintaining self-control, the benefits would outweigh the drawbacks. However, he absolutely must not be provoked to the point of losing control and taking action. There is a world of difference between the two behaviors.

Tang Hao, who also possessed the Divine Slaughter's Domain, was well aware of this point.

However, besides that, Tang Hao also felt a little strange and awkward in his heart. His son's aura seemed a little off.

But after thinking it over, I can only attribute it to the fact that Tang San's cultivation level is currently low.

When he experienced the trials of the Slaughter City, his strength was far greater than that of Tang San now.

If Tang San hadn't made far greater progress in his Spiritual Power cultivation than ordinary Soul Master in previous years, and hadn't possessed that wondrous Hidden Weapon Self-Created Soul Skill of his own, he wouldn't have sent him to the City of Slaughter City to undergo the test so early.

Achieving a hundred victories in the Hell Slaughter Arena is not difficult, but the Hell Road is by no means an easy place to traverse.

It was precisely because he was worried that he had been secretly observing Tang San's performance and progress for the past two years.

"Stop, everyone."

Just then, a slightly cold voice suddenly rang out.

Upon hearing this, the group looked up at the stairs and saw a beautiful woman dressed in a silver palace gown, whose true age was difficult to discern, slowly descending the stairs, followed by two beautiful young girls.

A look of amazement flashed in Tang San's eyes, and a faint wisp of black mist swept across his eyes.

Although the woman before them was not considered a top-tier beauty in terms of looks alone, her elegant and noble demeanor was unmatched by ordinary people.

In his memory, only Bibi Dong of the Spirit Hall could be slightly better than this person.

Even the equally beautiful Qian Renxue seemed a bit immature in comparison. Her excessive arrogance actually diminished her magnanimity and composure.

However, no one noticed the fleeting change in Tang San's eyes at that moment.

Even Tang San himself didn't notice anything amiss.

The beautiful woman descended the stairs slowly, every movement of hers exuding elegance and naturalness; even her slightly furrowed brows possessed a unique beauty.

"Steward Aode, what's going on?" she asked softly.

The middle-aged man in purple quickly stepped forward, cautiously watching Tang San's group while whispering, "Madam, these two people are causing trouble. Why did you come down?"

"How could I not sense such a strong killing intent?"

Just then, a strange scene unfolded.

Tang San clearly felt a gentle wave emanating from the beautiful woman in palace attire, which seemed capable of soothing all the sorrows in the world.

His murderous aura vanished as quickly as ice and snow upon contact with her unique aura. The entire first floor of the Moonlight Pavilion returned to its tranquil and natural state.

Field?!

Tang San's expression changed.

I couldn't sense any Soul Power fluctuations, yet he possessed a special domain—was this a Titled Douluo?!

He immediately felt tense. Turning to look at his father, he saw that Tang Hao was only shaking his head slightly, which reassured him somewhat.

On the other side, the tall young woman, having recovered from the effects of the murderous aura, hurriedly ran to the beautiful woman in palace attire and whispered a message explaining the situation.

When the beautiful woman heard the words "a familiar face has appeared," the aura emanating from her body vanished almost instantly.

The next moment, her body trembled violently, and she hurried downstairs, her movements and expression showing some panic. Her original elegant and harmonious temperament was completely destroyed.

The beautiful woman walked quickly to Tang Hao, ignoring Tang San beside her, and grabbed Tang Hao's shoulders tightly with both hands.

Her eyes were already brimming with tears, and she choked out, "Hao, is it really you? You, how could you..."

"It's me, Yuehua. You don't recognize me, do you?" Tang Hao sighed softly.

Tang Yuehua's lips trembled as she suddenly threw herself into his arms and burst into tears, her arms tightly wrapped around Tang Hao's waist as if she wanted to completely merge her body into his.

Tang San's eyes widened slightly.

He was surprised to see his father gently patting the beautiful woman's back, his face showing tenderness.

He could hardly believe that such an expression could appear on his father's face.

What exactly is the relationship between these two people?

As his emotions churned, a faint black mist once again flashed across his eyes.

After a long while, Tang Yuehua finally stopped crying. She raised her head and looked deeply at Tang Hao, then turned to look at Tang San standing to the side. "Is this your son with her?"

Tang Hao nodded silently.

With teary eyes, Tang Yuehua straightened up and raised her arm, reaching towards Tang San's face, wanting to remove his mask and see his face clearly.

But then he seemed to remember something and quickly stopped.

"You all come upstairs with me first."

After saying that, Tang Yuehua grabbed Tang Hao's hand and turned to walk upstairs.

Tang Hao did not resist and let them pull him to the stairwell. Tang San followed silently behind them without saying a word.

At this moment, Tang Yuehua turned to the steward Aode, and said, "Pretend everything you just saw never happened. You're in charge of this, understand?"

"Yes, madam."