The Gears of Fate Begin to Turn

"Brother Tianxing, do you think there's something suspicious about Tang San, who possesses Innate Full Soul Power but has Blue Silver Grass as his martial soul?"

When Hu Liena first asked about Tang San, Ye Tianxing was completely dumbfounded.

In Ye Tianxing's view, Tang San should have been attending Nuoding Junior Soul Master Academy in Nuoding City, a small city at the border between the two great empires.

Yet now, hearing the name "Tang San" from Hu Liena's mouth, Ye Tianxing froze for a moment before understanding.

Bibi Dong had ordered Hu Liena to monitor Ye Tianxing's every move. The last time Ye Tianxing went to the Intelligence Department to look up information on Tang San, she had undoubtedly reported it.

"I... I was just browsing." Ye Tianxing casually made up an excuse to brush the matter aside.

Inside the dormitory, Ye Tianxing lay sprawled over a map, crossing out Holy Spirit Village and Nuoding City.

Given Tang Hao's vigilance, he could never have remained in the same place.

"News of Tang San has leaked out, and Bibi Dong is secretly investigating everything related to him. Not long ago, word came that a mysterious Black-Cloaked Man took Tang San and a six-year-old girl away, while also killing quite a few Spirit Hall deacons sent to investigate."

Information regarding Tang San, Xiao Wu, and the Black-Cloaked Man was swiftly distributed to every Spirit Hall Branch across the continent. Bibi Dong's instincts told her that if she did not get to the bottom of this matter, she would feel vaguely uneasy.

Having been a Titled Douluo for many years and inherited the position of Spirit Hall's Pope, she had not felt such anxiety in a long time. Especially after killing Qian Xunji, she had still treated Qian Daoliu as usual when facing him.

"Suotuo City should be their next foothold," Ye Tianxing guessed.

For now, Ye Tianxing would not mention or involve himself in anything related to Tang San before anyone. From beginning to end, the only thing he valued was that one-hundred-thousand-year Blue Silver Emperor Right Leg Bone. It was crucial to his Withered Wood Bow.

His recent trip to the Star Dou Great Forest had fully demonstrated that the Withered Wood Bow required vast amounts of life essence to grow. The Blue Silver Emperor happened to be the embodiment of tenacious vitality, and one of the abilities granted by that Blue Silver Emperor spirit bone was limb regeneration—a ridiculously powerful, utterly broken skill.

Therefore, Ye Tianxing concluded that the Blue Silver Emperor spirit bone and its original body were connected in some way to the growth of the Withered Wood Bow.

"The Blue Silver Emperor definitely won't remain on the back mountain, and neither will that spirit bone. Then there's only one possibility."

Ye Tianxing looked at the conspicuous Suotuo City on the map. Known as the Granary City, it was a crucial city within the Heaven Dou Empire, which was why its location was marked so prominently.

"It looks like I'll have to follow in the footsteps of that sister I've never met and become an undercover agent again." Ye Tianxing narrowed his eyes, already making his plans.

"Shrek Academy... Dad, is this where we'll be staying from now on?"

The disheveled Tang San held Tang Hao's rough yet warm hand as he asked. After a long period of fleeing, they had finally escaped Spirit Hall's pursuit and were now safe.

"Dad, who were those people?" A cold glint flashed through Tang San's eyes. They all deserve to die!

They had pursued him and his father, forcing the father and son to leave their homeland and abandon Holy Spirit Village, where they had lived for six years, only to come to this unfamiliar land. He would have his revenge!

With Tang Sect hidden weapons and knowledge far ahead of this era, Tang San believed there would be no problem at all.

Xiao Wu, who had been following beside them, now understood the full story. This father and son had a grudge against Spirit Hall!

And judging from the actions of the black-robed man who seemed to be Tang San's father along the way, he was clearly someone they could rely on.

"Mom, don't worry. I'll definitely avenge you! Spirit Hall!" Xiao Wu clenched her rabbit teeth, her entire body tense. When it came to revenge, she and the Tang father and son shared a clear goal—they were on the same side.

During their flight, Tang San had wanted to ask several times who exactly was chasing them.

But before Tang San could ask, Tang Hao's gaze frightened him into backing down. That look was terrifying, unlike anything Tang San had ever seen since birth.

Just then, a slovenly middle-aged man with a hooked nose and crystal glasses walked out from the empty Shrek Academy.

"What rotten luck. Not one of the children tested yesterday was suitable to become a student of Shrek Academy. These days, finding students is about as likely as stepping on money in the street."

Flender walked out of the room in frustration. With his eagle-sharp eyes, he immediately spotted three people standing at the entrance: one was cloaked in black and accompanied by a boy and a girl who both looked around six years old. Could they be here to enroll?

With that question in mind, Flender approached Tang Hao and the other two.

"Sorry, enrollment has already closed for this year. If you want to join Shrek Academy, please wait until next year..."

Before Flender could finish, Tang Hao flicked a letter into his hand. Flender instantly broke into a cold sweat at the absolute control behind that display of strength, along with the aura unintentionally revealed.

Xiao Wu trembled in fear. Having a Titled Douluo beside her felt even worse than being killed, as though a butcher's blade were held against her neck at any moment.

"To Flender."

Flender could not spare attention for anything else. He looked at the letter in his hand, especially at the sender's name: Yu Xiaogang.

Flender's eyes lit up. That bastard had run away from his marriage more than a decade ago, yet he was still alive—and had even written him a letter.

After roughly reading the letter's contents, Flender's expression grew increasingly grave. He raised his head to look at the imposing figure before him, unable to believe that this man was the famed Clear Sky Douluo, who had gone without news for a long time.

After all, the last time Tang Hao had made headlines was when he killed Spirit Hall's Pope, Qian Xunji. That had made his name resound across the land.

"Please!"

Flender's tone was filled with reverence as he invited Tang Hao and the other two inside.

The gears of fate began turning faster. Spring gave way to autumn, and before anyone realized it, six years had passed.

During that time, Douluo Continent enjoyed favorable weather, and the people lived in peace and contentment.

There was little friction between Spirit Hall, the Heaven Dou Empire, and the Star Luo Empire, though minor disputes still occurred frequently.

Inside the Worship Hall.

A handsome youth dressed in fitted clothes, with sword-like brows and bright eyes, wielded the Azure Dragon Sword in his hand under Qian Daoliu's guidance. The sword moved like a dragon flying across the page, flashes of azure sword aura appearing from time to time as sharp sword intent and solemn killing intent filled the hall.

The youth was none other than their protagonist: Ye Tianxing.

Six years had passed. The once immature youth who had watched the sinister Pope lose her spirit bone had now matured with the passage of time.

Qian Daoliu had witnessed Ye Tianxing's growth all the way, cultivating him from a sapling into a towering tree. Qian Daoliu had experienced this feeling countless times—his son and granddaughter had both gone through it, and now it was Ye Tianxing's turn.

"Tianxing, stop for now. There's something Grandpa needs to tell you." As Qian Daoliu spoke, the Azure Dragon Sword vanished from Ye Tianxing's hand.

He wiped the sweat from his forehead and plopped down onto the steps before him, smiling. "Please go ahead, Grandpa. I'm listening."