Tang Xiao's Awkward Predicament

Upon learning that the deity had bestowed upon Tang San five high-quality Spirit Bone and instructed him to go to the City of Slaughter, Tang Hao was overjoyed but no longer as anxious as before.

He didn't even let Tang San absorb those Spirit Bone immediately, but instead took Tang San day and night and rushed back to the Clear Sky Sect, which was far away from the mortal world.

His body was already exhausted, and he was only holding on by his title Titled Douluo and his willpower.

Ah Yin will never come back, and even if that day comes, I won't be able to wait for her.

If given a choice, he hoped to be buried in the ancestral mausoleum after his death, next to his father's grave.

In this way, another wish can be fulfilled.

He had been expelled from the sect, burdened with immense guilt and infamy, and could not return even if he wanted to.

But things are different now!

His "son" was favored by the gods, who bestowed upon him Spirit Bone and a divine decree, and he has a great chance of becoming the first god on this continent in thousands or even tens of thousands of years!

Based on this, along with the six Spirit Bone he possessed, he was confident enough to persuade the sect elders to agree to his return to the sect.

Whether it's possession or rebirth, it's no longer important at this moment.

Tang Xiao stared at Tang Hao, who was fifteen years younger than him but looked more weathered and haggard than his father in his later years. His body trembled slightly uncontrollably, and his throat felt as if something was blocking it, so he couldn't make a sound for a moment.

"Tang Hao, your cultivation... is ruined?" The outspoken Seventh Elder broke the silence first, his tone carrying an undisguised sense of satisfaction.

Upon reaching the level of Titled Douluo, one's physical functions will undergo a major transformation.

Unless one breaks through by sheer luck in their twilight years, or their cultivation is completely destroyed, it is impossible for them to appear so withered and aged.

While Tang Hao, this unfilial son, is certainly hateful, his extraordinary talent is such that even the Seventh Elder, who deeply despises him, has to admit it.

The current situation is clearly abnormal.

"Seventh Brother, shut up!" The eldest Second Elder shouted in a deep voice, then turned his gaze to Tang Xiao.

Although this sect leader always put the overall situation first and respected the elders, he had always doted on his younger brother since childhood.

There's really no need to create a rift with the sect leader for someone who has already been expelled from the sect.

The Clear Sky Sect can no longer afford any more internal strife.

The Second Elder's words jolted Tang Xiao out of his reverie.

He strode forward, knelt on one knee, and gripped Tang Hao's thin shoulders tightly with both hands, his voice trembling slightly with excitement:

"Brother Hao, what happened? How... how did you become like this?"

Tang Hao raised his cloudy eyes, met his elder brother's gaze for a moment, then lowered his head in shame, his voice trembling as he said:

"The sinner Tang Hao, along with his son Tang San, pays respects to the Sect Master and all the elders!"

"What sect leader? I'm your elder brother!" Tang Xiao shouted sternly, feeling extremely distressed by Tang Hao's current dejected state.

It was a deathly silence and despair akin to entrusting one's orphan to another, where not a trace of the former charismatic and spirited man remained.

"Big Brother!" Tang Hao's Adam's apple bobbed as he finally uttered this long-unheard address.

Tang Xiao nodded heavily, then turned to look at the silent boy kneeling beside him, his voice softening slightly. "Who is he?"

"Xiao San, call for help!" Tang Hao looked at his son beside him.

"Tang San greets the Sect Master and all the elders." Tang San bowed as instructed, but a strong sense of resentment welled up in his heart.

His secret background is exposed, and problems arise with his Martial Soul and bloodline.

His mother refused to acknowledge him, and his father seemed convinced that he had been possessed and reborn.

If that mysterious deity hadn't appeared in time, Tang Hao would probably have abandoned him long ago.

Although his surname is Tang now, he seems to be the same as in his previous life, a strange bastard.

Returning to the Clear Sky Sect in this state of mind, how could he possibly feel any sense of belonging?

Tang Xiao gazed intently at Tang San's face, and for a moment, he seemed to see a glimpse of his younger brother in his youth. He murmured to himself:

"Is this your and Ah Yin's child? He's grown so much..."

"Big brother, Xiao San, he..." Tang Hao was eager to tell Tang San's situation, but Tang Xiao raised his hand to interrupt him:

"We can discuss this further back at the sect!"

"Sect Master, you absolutely must not!" Apart from the Second Elder, the other four elders almost unanimously opposed it.

"Tang Hao killed Qian Xunji, the Pope the Spirit Hall, which provoked a fierce retaliation from the Spirit Hall, resulting in heavy casualties among our sect's disciples. Our old sect leader was even angered to death by him."

The Seventh Elder, no longer holding back, poured out all the resentment that had been building up in his heart for many years:

"Does the sect leader now intend to overturn the old sect leader's decision and bring back this person who has brought immense disaster to the sect?"

"Seventh Elder, you misunderstand." Tang Xiao slowly rose, his expression calm and composed. "Whether Brother Hao can return to the sect is a matter I will naturally discuss and decide with the elders."

"But he must have something to tell us upon his return. Are you all going to let him kneel here until he finishes speaking?"

"He brought this on himself!" The Seventh Elder snorted coldly and turned his head away angrily.