Old Six Clan, Tang San's Current Situation

A flash of purple light passed, and Zhuang Xingyu returned to his own private little secret chamber.

He took out Ah Yin, the Blue Silver Emperor, and found that it was still lush and green. Its vitality really was tenacious!

He placed the Chaos Bead before Ah Yin and activated his Spiritual Power. The Blue Silver Emperor's origin rapidly transferred into the Chaos Bead. After roughly the time it took to burn an incense stick, the Blue Silver Emperor's main body had withered considerably. Though it still looked verdant on the surface, it clearly no longer possessed its former vitality.

The Blue Silver Emperor's soul had completely perished! The origin of its bloodline had also been transferred into the Chaos Bead. Zhuang Xingyu could sense that, through the Chaos Bead, he could command the Blue Silver King and other Blue Silver Grass, and could even suppress Tang San's bloodline!

He had also vaguely gained the Blue Silver Domain, though it had not fully awakened yet. It would likely need to wait until his martial soul awakened before it could fully awaken.

The Chaos Bead emitted faint strands of green light before falling still. Yet he could clearly sense that the Chaos Bead had repaired itself a tiny bit.

"Cock-a-doodle-doo—cock-a-doodle-doo—cluck cluck cluck—ow, what are you doing? It's Joan, you duck!" Amid the crowing of roosters, the sun finally leapt over the eastern horizon.

Facing the first ray of sunlight, Zhuang Xingyu slipped out of the cultivation chamber beneath his bed as usual. He pushed open three doors, stepped out of his bedroom, and let out a breath. "Hah, finally back."

This cultivation chamber was standard equipment for the Pure Yang Sacred Leopard Clan. Anyone who enjoyed the treatment of a core disciple or above had several secret chambers in their room. Other than the owner of the chambers and those they trusted absolutely, no one knew of them. These chambers were where they truly cultivated on ordinary days. As for the training room beside the bedroom, it existed merely to confuse enemies. No one cultivated there at all.

The clan also had two secret passages beneath it. One led to a forest fifteen li east of the city, while the other led to the Pure Yang Sacred Leopard River thirteen li west of the city.

Numerous secondary passages connected the courtyards of all the clan's core disciples in parallel. Each disciple could enter the main passage from the secondary passage in their own room, but they could not enter another secondary passage from the main passage, ensuring the disciples' absolute privacy.

The entrances and exits of the secret passages were fitted with multiple mechanical locks, and the passwords were changed once every month.

There were many false intersections within the passages, making them like a maze. The false routes contained numerous traps. Should enemies enter without knowing the correct route, anyone below Soul Elder would either die or be crippled.

At the passage exits, clan members stood guard around the clock. Those entering or leaving needed to exchange passwords. For example, a guard might say, "Stop immediately. Stay where you are. Do you think oranges taste better, or apples?"

The correct answer was not that oranges tasted better, apples tasted better, both tasted good, or neither tasted good.

The correct answer was to say nothing and assume the stance of Iron Mountain Lean. That was the right answer.

Anyone who stood still but opened their mouth to speak was undoubtedly an enemy. They would be killed on the spot!

Moreover, these tunnels were not just for escape. At critical times, they could also be used to wage tunnel warfare.

How could any clan that survived on Douluo Continent be full of fools?

Let us turn our gaze to Sacred Soul Village.

Inside the blacksmith shop, that fellow Tang Hao was still snoring away in bed! Having spent years in Sacred Soul Village, a place without Soul Masters, coupled with alcohol's numbing effects, his vigilance had fallen to its lowest point.

He still did not know that his fake "son," Tang San, had become a eunuch, that the Blue Silver Emperor was about to be turned into a cold dish, and that what awaited him would be a weed. The Hundred Thousand Year Soul Bone in the box that had contained it had long vanished without a trace, replaced with a box of "poison powder" (something similar to an aphrodisiac; even Zhuang Xingyu did not know its exact effects).

As the saying went, what goes around comes around. Tang Hao had innocently killed Zhuang Xingyu's grandfather, so today, his wife and son would pay the price for it.

As for the pure and spotless Tang San, he had now awakened. His gaze was vacant and his expression twisted with struggle. Every so often, his body convulsed from head to toe. His fists were clenched tight, yet even when his nails dug into his flesh, he showed no reaction.

He muttered, "You have brought death upon yourself. You have brought death upon yourself..."

Then a wave of dizziness hit him. When he lowered his head and looked down, he realized he was still bleeding. He hurriedly used the Mysterious Heaven Skill to rapidly tap the acupoints of his lower body, stopping the bleeding.

Dragging his mutilated body, he limped toward the riverbank. Once he had washed away the bloodstains and made sure outsiders could not detect anything abnormal, he finally headed back toward his family's blacksmith shop.

At that moment, Tang San had no intention of telling anyone about this. He did not want to publicize the fact that he had lost his little brother. If that happened, he would truly be too ashamed to face anyone.

Moreover, in his eyes, his father Tang Hao was merely an ordinary blacksmith who did nothing but drink. He might have a few minor secrets, but he definitely did not have the ability to help restore his body.

At this point, he also knew very little about Soul Masters. It could be seen from the original story that when Tang San awakened his martial soul, he still did not know what a soul ring or a Soul Master was. He did not even know the ranks of Soul Masters.

Therefore, to Tang San, who had yet to witness the true splendor of Douluo Continent, the Mysterious Heaven Skill was the most powerful cultivation method in the world. He believed that if even Tang Sect techniques could not solve a problem, then there was surely no way in this world to solve it.

Tang San was now truly pure and spotless!

Actually, Tang San was not in as much pain as everyone imagined, because he had an enormous secret buried deep in his heart: he was impotent! Or rather, he could not function normally. His little brother could only react to rabbits.

This was because, during his previous life in the Tang Sect, certain events had left him with a special trauma, making him able to react only to rabbits. That was also why he had previously peeped at two rabbits "fighting." (As for what kind of trauma it was, we will discuss it later.)

And in the world of Douluo Continent, because he had seized someone else's body and had not fully fused with the flesh, he was still unable to function normally in this life. He could only react to rabbits.

After returning home, Tang San changed clothes and found Tang Hao still snoring in bed, utterly oblivious to him. The food he had previously cooked in the pot had also burned.

That day, Tang San did not wake Tang Hao for a meal for the first time. Instead, he ate by himself. From the outside, Tang San looked the same as usual. Yet his eyes proved that his heart was far from as calm as it appeared.

At the same time, Tang San developed the faintest trace of resentment toward Tang Hao. If Father did not spend every day only drinking and sleeping, if Father had discovered that I was being beaten to death by an enemy, if Father had called the villagers for help, if Father... perhaps I would not have lost my little brother.

However, Tang San did not reveal this resentment. At that moment, he still respected his father greatly; his respect outweighed his hatred.

But the seed of hatred had already been deeply buried, taking root and sprouting!

At that moment, Tang San was still pondering one question: who exactly was that person? He had been a head taller than Tang San, and was likely one or two years older, or around the same age.

But the person had been covered from head to toe in thick night clothes and wore gloves on his hands. Tang San had been unable to discern his build, appearance, or voice. Furthermore, Zhuang Xingyu had forced anesthetic, Moon Gazing Sand, Left Coiling Dragon, Xufu Rice, and other substances into Tang San's mouth. He had nearly lost his sense of smell, and even now it had only partially recovered. He had not smelled any trace of the other person.

"Then who the hell was that person? I don't have any enemies right now. Could it have been Dazhuang from the village? No, that kid isn't that tall or that strong. Xiao Li? No, not him either... Whoever you are, I'll catch you one day. When that day comes, I'll make you suffer ten thousand times more than I did!" Tang San could not help roaring under his breath! His teeth ground together with a "scrape, scrape" sound, making him look exactly like a rabid wild dog.

Let us turn our gaze back to Zhuang Xingyu.

That Hundred Thousand Year Soul Bone should be given to Grandmother to absorb! The situation on the continent is unstable right now. Grandmother is already a Soul Douluo and the strongest person in the clan. With this Spirit Bone, she can break through to Titled Douluo sooner!

The Pure Yang Sacred Leopard Clan desperately needs a Titled Douluo now. Only then will it have greater capital to survive the future catastrophe.

As for me, I'm still young. A man can be innocent, but possessing a treasure invites disaster. If someone discovers it, the danger will be too great. Besides, given my current situation, I am destined to stand at the peak of the divine realm in the future!

This Hundred Thousand Year Soul Bone does not match my attributes, so it is not the most suitable. Once my strength advances further in the future, there will definitely be better ones.

For example, the God level Soul Bones of the Ice Fire Dragon King beneath the Ice and Fire Yin Yang Well would be quite good. Right, I must also get my hands on the Immortal Herbs. I cannot leave even a scrap for Tang San.

I just need to find a suitable reason to give the Spirit Bone to Grandmother. After all, I have never traveled far from home since I was born, so it would be difficult to explain where the Spirit Bone came from. Once I awaken my martial soul in a year and reach the realm of Soul Elder, I can go out to train for a while. Then I'll have a reason!