Tang San Was Angered to Tears

Zong immediately grabbed Su Yuntao's arm, forcibly squeezing a few tears from the corners of his eyes as he pleaded, "Grandmaster Su Yuntao, my admiration for you is like the surging Yangtze, endless and unbroken, and like a flooding river, utterly unstoppable.

But you should leave first! Xiao San has already been blinded by rage.

Xiao San can't possibly be your match, but if word gets out that you attacked a wild country brat, it would certainly damage your noble reputation. How will you ever find a girlfriend afterward—Sisi?"

Su Yuntao was first showered with Zong's lavish praise, then reminded that he might fail to get a girlfriend—or rather, fail to win Sisi over. In a moment of heated impulse, he agreed on the spot.

As a veteran simp—ptui! A veteran man of passion—taking a little abuse was nothing. Failing to pursue Sisi, however, would be a major matter.

Su Yuntao snorted. "Hmph! That Tang San or whatever his name is, I'll let you off today for the sake of your friend pleading for you. But when Old Jack gets back, tell his family to discipline him properly. He's far too presumptuous. Not everyone is as easy to talk to as I am."

Hearing that Su Yuntao did not intend to pursue the matter, Old Jack hurriedly thanked him. "Thank you, Grandmaster Su Yuntao! Thank you, Grandmaster Su Yuntao!" Then he thanked Old Tom beside him. "That brat from your village—Zu... what was it again? I can't remember—is sensible, unlike Tang San. That child's drunkard father never disciplines him. No wonder he's gone astray!"

Old Tom chimed in, "Yes, yes! I knew long ago that this brat was sensible."

Zong: If I'm so sensible, why do you keep beating me with a carrying pole?!

Tang San swept his gaze around and saw everyone blaming him. Even the Supporting Role spectators were pointing and gossiping about him.

A spectator uncle said, "I thought this child was quite sensible! Who would've thought..."

A spectator little girl said, "Tang San, shame on you!"

Tang San looked at Zong again. He was smiling, gloating, openly mocking him.

By now, how could Tang San not know that everyone had misunderstood him? Yet he did not know the other party's name. He couldn't possibly actually call him Ancestor, could he? He would rather die than say it.

Tang San could only imitate Old Tom and Old Jack's way of addressing him and roar, "You brat, I'll kill you!"

The moment Su Yuntao heard this, he realized Tang San still wanted to kill him—and had even called him, a promising young man in his twenties, a brat. He had no respect for his elders. For Sisi's sake, Su Yuntao had originally intended to let it go. But since that was the case, Tang San could be spared death, but not punishment.

Su Yuntao immediately shouted sternly, "You refuse to mend your ways! In that case, forget about getting your Martial Soul certificate. If you still want to attend Nuoding Junior Soul Master Academy, come to Nuoding City and apologize to me properly."

Then Su Yuntao handed Zong his Martial Soul certificate, his tone becoming much gentler. "This is your Martial Soul certificate. You're a genius. If you ever wish to join Spirit Hall in the future, you're welcome to come find me at Spirit Hall anytime."

Zong glanced at Tang San, who looked as though he had been possessed. This scene seemed much like when the old rabbit Xiao Wu was injured in the original story.

[Ding, Tang San has developed killing intent toward the host. Hate Value has risen to (temporary): 80%. Hatred Points increased by 6800.]

Zong thought to himself, Damn! He actually wants to kill me? My physique may have improved quite a bit, but I don't have much combat power. If I don't leave now, when will I?

Zong accepted the Martial Soul certificate Su Yuntao handed him, lavished him with another round of praise, and finally suggested seeing Su Yuntao off.

How could everyone, worried that Tang San might do something foolish again, possibly refuse?

After Su Yuntao and Zong left.

Tang San finally woke from his rage. His face was full of question marks as two streams of tears silently fell, and he muttered to himself, "I... what exactly happened to me just now?"

With that, the farce came to an end. The spectators went home, each finding their own mother.

Old Jack held Tang San's hand, his face no longer carrying its earlier warmth and kindness. His expression was extremely stern.

Tang San wore an even more miserable expression. His breathing caught in sobs, tears blurred his vision, and his nose stung. He had never expected that he, a peerless genius with [transmigrator + Tang Sect's supreme arts + Twin Martial Souls], would shed tears before so many people. What a humiliation. It was all that brat surnamed "Zu's" fault.

"Hm? That's right, I still have another Martial Soul. It seems far stronger than that lousy grass in my right hand. Why should I envy that brat?" Thinking this, Tang San felt much better.

Old Jack brought Tang San to Tang Hao's house, kicked open the battered wooden door, and immediately launched into a torrent of abuse.

"Tang Hao, you useless good-for-nothing! You're lazy and gluttonous every day, good for nothing but drinking. Do you even know that Xiao San has gone astray?! @#￥%..." In short, every insult imaginable was thrown out.

Tang Hao had just finished drinking some cheap ale. His head was groggy, and he was about to sleep when Old Jack started cursing the moment he opened his mouth. Tang Hao was confused, but he was at least an old hand who had been cursed by Old Jack for six years. The vulgarities were automatically filtered out, but he heard the words "Xiao San has gone astray" loud and clear.

No, who was he, Tang Hao? The illustrious "youngest ever" Title Douluo, Tang Hao, the man who dared to hammer Spirit Hall's Pope for the sake of grass.

"Mighty Clear Sky Sect, trembling Clear Sky Hammer." Could his foolish son with zero rings actually dare to go astray? He truly did not know the immensity of heaven and earth.

How could Tang Hao face the departed Ah Yin otherwise?

Take this—receive my Haotian Palm—Luan Pifeng.

Tang Hao leaped forward and gave Tang San a resounding slap across the face.

Smack! The sound was deafening!

Tang Hao angrily rebuked him, "You lost your mother when you were little. Your father worked so hard, raising you with shit in one hand and piss in the other, and you actually dare to go astray?" (Shit in one hand and piss in the other? Tang Hao, have some shame, will you?)

A bright red handprint appeared on Tang San's face, clear as day.

Tang San was stunned. His head buzzed.

Wronged—he felt utterly wronged. Across two lifetimes, even when he had jumped from Ghost Sorrow in his past life to prove his resolve with death, he had never felt so wronged.

With a wail, Tang San burst into tears.

"Dad, even you're bullying me! Wuwuwu..."

Tang Hao: Who am I? What am I doing?

After seeing Su Yuntao out of Holy Soul Village, Zong went straight back to Emperor Soul Village.

The moment he entered the village, the appearance-obsessed people who usually looked down on Zong rushed over, wagging their tails.

Nymphomaniac Girl A said, "Whose boy is that? He's so handsome!"

Nymphomaniac Girl B said, "His temperament is wonderful too. His skin is even fairer than mine, Little Flower's."

Nymphomaniac Girl C said, "His blue hair must be dyed, right? He's so kind and gentle."

A Big Mom said, "My son-in-law is settled."

Listening to everyone's chatter, Zong's mouth twitched.

"Ptui, a bunch of looks-obsessed dogs. All you know is how to lust after this young master's body. Disgusting."

Returning to his shabby thatched hut—no! Thatched house—Zong tightly locked the door. He was preparing to steal.

[Ding, after Tang Hao's guidance, Tang San learned of the Clear Sky Hammer's power. His Hate Value toward the host has dropped to 20%. Tang San has discarded his killing intent, but still wants to give the host a good beating.]

Hearing the system notification, Zong gave himself a light slap. (Ptui! There wasn't even a sound. It was fake.)

"Come on, this young master will give him one hand."

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