Goodbye Tang Hao
Beichen Academy, Sequence Class.
On the Cultivation Field, several figures were engaged in fierce combat.
Tang San moved across the field like Gui Mei, with Blue Silver Emperor Vines spreading out from beneath his feet, transforming into blue chains that blocked Xiao Wu's escape routes layer by layer.
Xiao Wu moved with agility, flipping and turning in the air, narrowly avoiding the vines. With a light touch of her toes, she shot towards Tang San like an arrow.
Tang San's lips curled up slightly, and he unleashed the Ghost Shadow Perplexing Track Technique, disappearing from the spot in a flash.
Xiao Wu missed her target and before she could react, a hand gently patted her shoulder.
"You lost." Tang San's voice came from behind her, tinged with amusement.
Xiao Wu turned her head, puffed out her cheeks, and said with a defiant look:
"Third Brother, you're using Ghost Shadow Perplexing Track again! It's always the same thing, can't you come up with something different?"
Tang San smiled and withdrew his hand without saying a word.
Nearby, Ma Hongjun and Oscar were still locked in a fierce battle.
The golden-red flames and the silver shadows of the staff intertwined, resulting in a fierce and evenly matched battle.
Ma Hongjun threw a punch, and flames transformed into a Fire Dragon that rushed towards Oscar;
Oscar shifted to the side, sweeping his silver staff horizontally to shatter the Fire Dragon, while simultaneously using the force to retreat and create distance between himself and Ma Hongjun.
"Fatty, you've improved quite a bit." Oscar panted, his eyes gleaming with fighting spirit.
"You're not bad either." Ma Hongjun wiped the sweat from his forehead and grinned.
The two exchanged a glance, then charged forward simultaneously.
Ning Rongrong stood to the side, holding the Nine Treasures Glazed Pagoda in her hands, amplifying the power of the two of them.
Fine beads of sweat appeared on her forehead, indicating that her Soul Power had been greatly depleted, but her gaze was focused and firm, without the slightest slackening.
Zhu Zhuqing was alone in a corner of the Cultivation Field, holding a short sword in her hand, practicing thrusting over and over again.
Her movements were clean and swift, without a single unnecessary movement; with each thrust of her sword, a soft whistling sound filled the air.
Mo Xuan stood not far from her, holding a long sword in his hand, also practicing swordsmanship.
His swordsmanship was steady, each strike carrying a sharp killing intent, completely different from Zhu Zhuqing's light and agile style.
Just then, Qin Ming walked over from a distance.
He wore a long blue robe, had a resolute face, and walked with a steady gait.
He walked to the edge of the Cultivation Field, first bowing respectfully to Fu Zhi Baihua Douluo Fu Zhi was instructing the training.
Fu Zhi nodded slightly, without saying a word.
Qin Ming straightened up, looked at Tang San in the arena, and said:
"Xiao San, the dean needs to speak with you."
Tang San was taken aback for a moment, then quickly nodded and said, "Okay. Is my master in his room now?"
Qin Ming nodded firmly and replied, "Yes."
Upon hearing this, Tang San first politely thanked Qin Ming, then turned to Fu Zhi and said, "Sister Fu Zhi, I'm going to find Master now."
Fu Zhi waved her hand dismissively.
After greeting Fu Zhi, Tang San strode out of the Cultivation Field, crossed the front yard, and headed straight for Fu Shiyan's room.
Inside Fu Shiyan's room.
Fu Shiyan sat at her desk, holding a pen in her hand, writing something.
Her long, silvery-white hair cascaded over her shoulders, shimmering softly in the sunlight streaming through the window.
He heard a knock on the door, put down his pen, and said calmly:
"Come in."
Tang San pushed open the door and entered, quickly walking to the desk and respectfully bowing. "Master, you wanted to see me?"
Fu Shiyan nodded, stood up, and walked to Tang San.
"Pack your things, you're coming on a long trip with me."
Tang San was taken aback and asked, "Where to?"
"The Slaughter City"
Tang San's pupils contracted slightly.
He had seen that place in the Simulation.
That sinful city filled with killing and bloodshed, the place where his great- Tang Chen had been mired in depravity for decades.
Now, is he finally going to that place filled with killing and evil...?
But he didn't ask any further questions, he simply nodded. "Yes, Master."
After informing Tang San, Fu Shiyan did not rush to set off.
He first took Tang San to the secluded courtyard where Tang Hao and Ah Yin lived.
The courtyard remained quiet, surrounded by bamboo groves and the babbling of a stream.
Morning glories climbed all over the fence, their purple blossoms blooming in the sunlight and emitting a faint fragrance.
Tang Hao was chopping firewood in the yard, while Ah Yin was watering the flowers nearby.
Seeing Fu Shiyan and Tang San walk in, Ah Yin's eyes lit up, and she quickly put down the water jug in her hand and went to greet them.
"Mr. Fu, Xiao San, what brings you here?"
Her face was full of surprise. She reached out and took Tang San's hand, looking him up and down, and said with a smile, "Xiao San, you've grown taller again."
Tang San smiled and called out "Mom," Ah Yin responded. She then turned to look at Fu Shiyan, her eyes filled with gratitude.
"Mr. Fu, please come in and have a seat. I'll make you some tea."
After saying that, she turned and walked into the house.
Tang Hao put down his axe, stepped forward, and said gruffly, "Brother Fu, come in and sit down."
Fu Shiyan nodded and followed Tang Hao into the house.
Tang San followed behind, while Ah Yin quickly went into the kitchen and busied herself making tea.
After everyone sat down, Tang Hao glanced towards the kitchen, then turned to Fu Shiyan and said in a low voice:
"Brother Fu, is there something you need this time?"
Fu Shiyan replied in a similarly low voice:
"Brother Tang, do you still remember the prophecy about that Rakshasa that I told you a few years ago?"
Tang Hao immediately understood, stood up, and called out towards the kitchen:
"Ah Yin, go to the backyard and pick some vegetables. We'll have Brother Fu and Xiao San stay for lunch."
Ah Yin poked her head out of the kitchen, puzzled. "Picking vegetables? Now?"
"Yes, we'll eat at noon."
Although Ah Yin found it a bit strange, she nodded, wiped her hands, and walked towards the backyard.
After Ah Yin had walked away, Tang Hao sat down again, his expression turning serious. He looked directly at Fu Shiyan and asked:
"Brother Fu, what are you going to the Slaughter City? Is it that prophecy about the Rakshasa you mentioned before?"
Fu Shiyan shook her head.
He raised his hand and lightly touched his brow with his fingertips.
A mysterious mark slowly lit up between his brows.
The mark was dark purple, exuding an aura of Destruction, yet it also possessed a vague, indescribable sense of holiness.
Tang Hao stared at the mark, his expression momentarily stunned.
"This... this is?!"
He seemed to have thought of something; his pupils suddenly contracted, and his voice changed tone:
"Could this be... God Trial?!"
Fu Shiyan nodded calmly.
"This is the God King of Destruction's God Trial. And the First Trial part of my God Trial requires me to go to the Slaughter City."
Tang Hao suddenly stood up, causing his chair to tip backward with a thud. He stood there, staring at Fu Shiyan, his eyes filled with shock.
"Brother Fu, you..."
He opened his mouth, as if to say something, but found himself at a loss for words.
God Trial.
That was an opportunity that countless top experts dreamed of.
His grandfather, Tang Chen, spent his entire life traveling across the continent in search of Godhood Inheritance, even disappearing for decades in the process...
The Fu brothers, despite their young age, have already gained the favor of the God King.