The Seventh Day of Being a Rich Second-Gen

They were fighting. Just like that, they were fighting.

Ming Sui stared, dumbfounded.

It wasn't that she had never seen Sky Shaking Douluo Tang Yunhua's heroic bearing before, but she had truly never seen anything this exhilarating.

This was what happened: their family had been staying peacefully at an inn when a clear whistle suddenly sounded outside. Tang Yunhua and Ming Zhen immediately summoned their Martial Souls, tucked Ming Sui under Ming Zhen's arm, and leaped out the window. Several dozen feet away, a person in a black cloak was sprinting ahead, while Ming Sui's family chased after them at full speed.

After leaving the city, the black-cloaked figure led Ming Sui's family into a nearby mountain. Ming Zhen carried Ming Sui to a distant tree, and before they could even settle down, two hammers had already collided with a resounding "duang," sending sparks flying.

Identical arrays of Spirit Rings revolved around Tang Yunhua and the black-cloaked figure, flickering erratically. There was no chanting, no charging up, no pause—only hammer striking hammer, again and again. Their black-gold Martial Souls clashed fiercely, warping the air itself and setting off a string of explosive booms.

Ming Sui was stunned for a moment, then quickly came to her senses. Opportunities to witness a Titled Douluo battle were few and far between, so she began carefully studying every move.

After an unknown number of hammer blows, the two were sent flying apart and briefly paused. Tang Yunhua snorted coldly. "Again." With a single stride, she charged forward. Her Fourth Spirit Ring lit up, and the black-cloaked figure's Fourth Spirit Ring lit up in tandem as he attacked as well. Compared to their earlier venting of frustration through brute hammer strikes, Tang Yunhua's attack this time was far more methodical.

Arrows of Soul Power shot from the Sky Shaking Hammer, striking the black-cloaked figure's defense before the hammer itself could arrive. Another of his Spirit Rings lit up, and the light arrows vanished the instant they struck his barrier. But the Sky Shaking Hammer had arrived as well. The black-cloaked figure remained calm, raising his black-gold hammer to meet it head-on. After the two hammers collided at high speed, they scraped apart with a sharp clang, sending dazzling sparks flying.

Tang Yunhua did not give up. Her right leg snapped out, kicking the opposing black-gold hammer. The black-cloaked figure was forced back a step, and Tang Yunhua used the momentum to flip through the air before attacking again. This time, her Fifth Spirit Ring lit up. A black shockwave arrived in an instant alongside the Sky Shaking Hammer. The black-cloaked figure shouted, "Good!" His black-gold hammer met the strike head-on without dodging, while his right arm simultaneously glowed black. "Break!" A violent explosion erupted at the point of collision. When the smoke cleared, the two had once again pulled apart.

"You think you're the only one who can do that?" Tang Yunhua swung her Sky Shaking Hammer, and its pulling force suddenly intensified. In an instant, it formed an air projectile that shot toward him. The black-cloaked figure began charging his own attack, swinging his black-gold hammer. He did not strike the air projectile directly, yet it shattered strangely. But the air projectile was not the deadly part. The Sky Shaking Hammer behind it came crashing down like a meteor. The black-cloaked figure hurriedly tried to respond, but the tide had already turned against him.

The black-cloaked figure staggered back several steps, clutching his chest as he spat out blood. "Meteor Radiation, Mountain Collapse Before Me... Yunhua, your Nine Absolute Skills of Clear Sky have reached mastery as well."

Ming Zhen, who had been holding his daughter while watching the show, saw blood and hurriedly came down. "Second Brother, what happened to you? Has Yunhua gotten stronger again?" He quickly summoned his Martial Soul and began treating him.

Second Brother. So her guess had been right—this black-cloaked figure was Clear Sky Douluo Tang Hao. Ming Sui obediently stayed to the side and watched without saying anything.

"What else could it be? Too much drinking." Tang Yunhua's tone was far from pleasant, but her eyes had reddened.

Tang Hao removed his hood. Color gradually returned to his hurried, haggard face. "Don't worry. I'm not going to die yet." Then he looked at Ming Sui, his expression softening. "Is this my niece? She looks so much like the two of you." As he spoke, he took out a wooden token from his robes. "A meeting gift for my niece."

Ming Sui looked at her parents, then accepted it. She sweetly and obediently called out to Tang Hao, "Uncle, Mom and Dad have missed you so much."

Tang Hao seemed as though he had been scalded. He lowered his head without speaking.

"Even if you don't die, you won't be living well," Ming Zhen said. The moment he touched him, he could tell that the hidden injuries in Tang Hao's body had never healed. "If you keep this up, even if Sister Ah Yin recovers, you won't live to see it."

A sharp light instantly flashed through Tang Hao's clouded eyes. "What did you say? What do you mean, Ah Yin recovers?"

Tang Yunhua pursed her lips. "Ah Zhen, don't tell him. Let him keep hiding away and drinking."

Ming Zhen soothingly patted Tang Yunhua. "Second Brother, Yunhua and I are in Calais City now. Before we took over Calais City, Spirit Hall was its master. They had also taken a fancy to its location and wanted to develop it into a secondary capital, so they transported a great deal of valuable things there. Among them were large quantities of materials preserved in Pope's Points..."

Tang Hao cut him off anxiously. "There's something in them?"

"Not exactly, but close enough," Ming Zhen said with certainty. In truth, the greatest motivation for him and Tang Yunhua to take the enormous risk of seizing Calais City in the first place had been those documents. And they had indeed not disappointed him. Neither had the pains he and Yunhua had taken to cover their tracks been wasted. The Papal Palace still believed bandits were responsible—after all, some stolen goods had indeed been found in a nearby bandit hideout.

"Were you exposed? Did you clean up all the traces?" Tang Hao stared at Ming Zhen. He knew his own sister well. She was forthright in her conduct and incapable of such underhanded schemes.

Ming Zhen smiled faintly. "Second Brother, when have you ever had reason not to trust me? Spirit Hall sent Chrysanthemum Douluo to inspect the scene. Everything that could be burned was burned, and everything that could be taken was taken. The torn pages and valuable possessions are hidden with the bandits, and their leader confessed as well. Most of it was burned away. Heaven Dou Empire and Star Luo Empire have entered a ceasefire, so they have no time to concern themselves with Calais City."

Tang Hao murmured, "Good, good... Ah Yin, Ah Yin can be saved..." Ming Zhen and Tang Yunhua both turned their heads aside. For a moment, silence fell, leaving only Ming Zhen's Soul Power circulating as he treated Tang Hao.

Suddenly, Tang Hao seemed to come back to himself. "I can't go there just yet."

"You still have something to do?" Tang Yunhua blurted out. "You're not allowed to go looking for Spirit Hall to throw your life away!" Her voice was already choked with tears.

Tang Hao went numb. He had feared his two younger sisters crying ever since childhood, though he had also been the one who loved making them cry most. He hurriedly coaxed her in a low voice. "Yunhua, Yunhua, I won't go. I'll take Ah Yin to your place, and then I won't leave. Hey, hey, don't cry. Ah Yin's and my son is still studying here. I have to watch over him."

A child! Ming Zhen and Tang Yunhua froze for a moment.

Ming Sui, standing nearby, was also choked by this overwhelming flood of information. A son... then, by the count, that had to be her cousin.

Tang Yunhua took a deep breath. "Y-you've really done it. You have a son. He was so young—how old was he back then? And you still dragged him around while barely getting by. What, you don't want to live, so you're going to drag my nephew, Sister Ah Yin's child, down to die with you? You're being utterly ridiculous! Never mind how the sect's elders treated you—after the incident, when Big Brother, Yuehua, and I sent messages to you, did we ever blame you? You, a dignified Titled Douluo, can drink yourself senseless without eating or drinking. But what about my nephew? Can he do that too?" The tears she had held back all night finally streamed down her face.

Tang Hao remembered his son as a child, then looked at his sister, who had broken down in tears. He had even less to say.

Ming Zhen sighed. A pair of lovers had been separated. "Wait. You said your nephew is studying. What Martial Soul does he have? The Clear Sky Hammer?"

At that, Tang Hao became proud. "Xiao San is seven this year. He has Twin Martial Souls and innately full Soul Power. Blue Silver Grass in his right hand, Clear Sky Hammer in his left. He only presents himself as a Blue Silver Grass Soul Master, and he has taken Master Yu Xiaogang of the Golden Iron Triangle as his teacher."

Ming Zhen relaxed slightly. The Clear Sky Hammer Martial Soul was far too sensitive; it was better kept hidden. Inside, he rolled his eyes. Being blinded by love really did delay important matters.

Tang Yunhua ultimately could not withstand Ming Sui's comfort. Who could remain unmoved by the consolation of such a sweet girl? She stopped crying and said resentfully, "How are Ming Zhen and I inferior to that person? Anyone in this family could teach my nephew, yet an outsider got there first. Twin Martial Souls, and you actually dared let him go out and take someone else as his teacher."

Tang Hao looked embarrassed. Thinking about it now, it truly had been inappropriate, but at the time, it had indeed been the best solution available.

Some cried, some comforted them, and some hung their heads. In the end, Ming Zhen offered a solution. "Second Brother and my nephew should both come to Calais City. My nephew has likely suffered quite a bit of physical deprivation these past few years, and laying a foundation is most important for a child. As for Master, we can persuade him to come to Calais City with us." It was said that Yu Xiaogang was obsessed with Martial Soul research. When the time came, they only needed to lure him over with a rare document.

Things had come to this, and there was no better option. Tang Hao could only agree. Ming Zhen's treatment also came to an end, and the three adults brought Ming Sui back to the inn in the city.

Ming Sui had already been tired from traveling. Then she had watched a spectacular Titled Douluo battle, learned a massive piece of old family gossip, and discovered she had a cousin. Both her body and mind were overloaded. She felt quite exhausted on the way back, so she returned to rest and regulate her breathing. The three reunited adults, however, carefully analyzed Spirit Hall's past actions.

"You're saying that after Ah Yin, they were still searching for Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beasts?" Tang Hao asked gravely.

Tang Yunhua nodded. "That's right. Ah Zhen and I arrived too late, so we thought we might see if we could capture a few Spirit Hall people in the Heaven Dou Great Forest. Unexpectedly, we saw Bibi Dong hunting a Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast. It was a Soft Bone Rabbit. That rabbit was already on the verge of death, and Bibi Dong had summoned her Martial Soul Avatar to deliver the final blow. I saw it—her Death Spider Emperor Martial Soul had Nine Spirit Rings."

A Death Spider Emperor Martial Soul with nine rings, and a Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast about to receive the final blow.

"She has Twin Martial Souls," Tang Hao said in a low voice. "She has another Martial Soul. She is the Papal Palace's hidden trump card."

Ming Zhen's eyes flickered. "There's another piece of news. Qian Xunji was Bibi Dong's teacher, but Bibi Dong bore Qian Xunji a child with an Angel Spirit."

"Spirit Hall's Angel Spirit? How many wings does the angel have?" Tang Hao asked to confirm.

"This is Spirit Hall's deepest secret, but I believe that if it is such a closely guarded secret, it should have no fewer than four wings." Ming Zhen's words carried a deeper meaning.

Yes. If it were merely an ordinary Angel Spirit with fewer than four wings, would Spirit Hall need to be so secretive about it?

"Since you ran into them, Bibi Dong naturally didn't succeed, did she?" Tang Hao changed the subject.

"Of course not. I stabbed Bibi Dong with a sword and severely injured two of Spirit Hall's Titled Douluo. Ah Zhen also healed that little rabbit." Tang Yunhua grew smug. "There's one more piece of news I'm sure you don't know. Do you know what other identity Master, my nephew's teacher, has?"

"Bibi Dong's ex-boyfriend."