Tang San's Identity Exposed, Son of the Clear Sky Douluo?!

However, Lu Ming's pursuit was far from over.

What he wanted was to utterly shatter the towering statue in their hearts known as the "Clear Sky Douluo."

[Emperor Lu (Group Leader): When Ah Yin sacrificed herself, her Soul Power was exactly level sixty-nine.]

[Emperor Lu (Group Leader): Think carefully. Was there anything suspicious about that?]

Lu Ming's words were like a heavy hammer, crashing brutally into everyone's hearts.

Level sixty-nine.

At this moment, that number looked so glaring, so horrifying.

[I Have No Mother: If that's true, then Tang Hao may really have been plotting against Ah Yin all along.]

[I Have No Mother: He hadn't been laying the groundwork for just a few years. He may have planned everything even earlier, right after meeting Ah Yin!]

As Qian Renxue typed those words, her fingers trembled slightly.

She thought of her own plan—going undercover in the Heaven Dou Empire.

She had believed her plan was grand enough, secretive enough.

But compared to Tang Hao's ten-year scheme, it was utterly insignificant!

[Little Witch: Tang Hao was just short of level seventy when Qian Xun Ji came hunting him down. Then, with no way out, Ah Yin sacrificed herself, and Tang Hao counter-killed him...]

[Little Witch: Th... that coincidence is way too terrifying!]

Ning Rongrong felt a chill race up her spine, making her scalp tingle.

She had grown up in the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect and seen countless schemes and intrigues, but none of them were as chilling as the story before her.

The atmosphere in the group had become oppressive to the extreme.

It seemed that Tang Hao's hypocritical and vicious image had been nailed down for good.

But at that moment, a different voice spoke up.

[My Cat is White and Big: What if... it really was just a coincidence?]

Zhu Zhuqing's message loosened the frozen air slightly.

That was right. Though there were countless suspicious points, there was ultimately no direct evidence.

What if all of this really was just a cruel joke played by fate?

Inside the cave, Ah Yin, on the verge of collapse, seemed to have grasped her final lifeline.

She forcibly gathered her consciousness from the chaos.

There was still one piece of evidence!

The strongest evidence—enough to overturn every conspiracy theory!

[My Son is Not a Bastard: But... but Tang Hao and Ah Yin had a child!]

[My Son is Not a Bastard: If they didn't truly love each other, how could they have had a child!]

Those words were like a beam of light, piercing through the darkness of the group's conspiracy theories.

That was right!

A child!

A child was the crystallization of love, proof that two bloodlines had become one!

No matter how calculating or cold-blooded a man was, surely he would not treat even his own flesh and blood as merely a pawn in his plan, right?

That had gone beyond the bounds of normal human understanding.

[Gentle Fire Dragon: Exactly! If they weren't in love, how could they have had a child!]

Liu Erlong slapped her thigh fiercely. She felt Ah Yin was absolutely right!

Feelings could be faked, but a child could not!

[Fox is Most Pure: They even had a child. Tang Hao couldn't possibly have plotted against his own child too, could he? I don't believe it!]

Spirit City, Saintess Hall.

Hu Liena sighed in relief, feeling the heavy stone in her heart finally fall away.

She was still willing to believe that true love existed in this world.

Even if the ending of that love had not been perfect.

Even Bibi Dong, who had remained silent all this time, slowly typed out a line.

[Pontiff: I don't believe it either.]

She could accept a man deceiving a woman's feelings for the sake of power.

But she could not accept a man treating even his own biological son as part of his scheme.

Only a beast would do such a thing.

Tang Hao had not fallen that far.

With the Pontiff's stance, the tide in the group seemed to shift once more.

Tang Hao's image seemed to have changed from that of a thoroughgoing schemer back into a flawed man who, at the very least, had been sincere toward his wife and child.

Yet at Blue Tyrant Academy, Lu Ming watched everyone's reactions on the screen, and the smile on his face only deepened.

A child?

Did they think a child was some kind of immunity token?

On the contrary.

That child's existence was the cruelest, most heartless part of Tang Hao's entire plan!

Blue Tyrant Academy, cultivation room.

Lu Ming's gaze slowly swept across the Chat Group screen.

[Gentle Fire Dragon: Exactly! If they weren't in love, how could they have had a child!]

[Fox is Most Pure: They even had a child. Tang Hao couldn't possibly have plotted against his own child too, could he? I don't believe it!]

[Pontiff: I don't believe it either.]

Watching the group's warming mood gradually shift, Lu Ming's smile slowly spread.

Good.

Very good.

The Chat Group's activity was soaring at an unprecedented rate.

That meant that when this grand drama came to an end, the reward he would receive would be unimaginably generous.

A child, was it?

Their final lifeline, their final psychological defense.

His slender fingers lightly tapped the screen. Without the slightest fuss, he dropped a true bombshell.

[Emperor Lu (Group Leader): Tang Hao and Ah Yin's child?]

[Emperor Lu (Group Leader): You mean Tang San, right?]

Two simple sentences.

There were no unnecessary embellishments, no emotional flourish—only a statement of fact.

Yet when the name "Tang San" appeared, the entire Chat Group fell into deathly silence.

Then came an eruption like a volcano.

Heaven Dou City, a certain hotel.

Room 501.

On the soft bed, a graceful figure lay on her side, her curves exquisite.

Zhu Zhuqing wore only a thin silk nightgown, clinging tightly to her astonishingly developed body.

One shoulder strap had slipped down, revealing a smooth, fair shoulder.

The breathtaking fullness at her chest stretched the thin fabric into an exaggerated curve.

She lazily browsed the story in the Chat Group, her long, well-proportioned legs crossed.

Beneath the black hem of her nightgown were two dazzlingly white calves, her ankles slender and her toes round and lovely like pearls.

Her entire body exuded a maturity and allure unfitting for her age, like a black cat resting beneath the moonlight—elegant and dangerous.

When the words "Tang San" entered her sight, her whole body jolted.

Her violet eyes, usually carrying a trace of cool detachment, widened round.

"What?"

A soft cry escaped her rosy lips.

She instinctively rolled over and sat up, and the motion completely freed the "two white cats" at her chest, which had already been straining to break loose.

As the silk nightgown slipped down, more than half of her snowy-white skin was exposed to the air.

The dazzling white against the black silk created a powerful visual impact, enough to make any man's blood surge.