Tang San's Mysterious Origins, Tai Tan's Account

Looking at the incredulous expression on Tang San's face, Tai Tan knew that he had no idea of Tang Hao's true identity.

He took a deep breath, his expression serious, and slowly began to recount that long-forgotten past.

"Young Master, your father, Lord Tang Hao, is the biological son of the previous Sect Master of the Clear Sky Sect, a peerless genius whom the Clear Sky Sect sees only once in a century."

"At the age of 44, he obtained the title of Clear Sky Douluo, becoming the youngest Titled Douluo in the history of the entire Douluo Continent."

"Back then, with Lord Tang Hao at the helm, the Clear Sky Sect was undoubtedly the leader of the Upper Three Sects, and even the Spirit Hall had to be wary of it."

Tai Tan's voice carried a deep sense of pride, along with a hint of barely concealed regret.

"Our master has been targeted by the Spirit Hall and is engaged in a fierce battle with three titled warriors."

"Although Lord Tang Hao survived, he was seriously injured and was questioned by the elders of the Clear Sky Sect, who said he had brought annihilation upon the sect."

"In the end, Lord Tang Hao left the Clear Sky Sect and took you, who was just born, to live in seclusion in Holy Soul Village. He became an unknown blacksmith and remained hidden for more than ten years."

Tai Tan's words, one by one, reached Tang San's ears.

His mind was shaken violently time and time again.

He had never known that his taciturn father had such a turbulent past.

He was actually the son of Titled Douluo.

He carried such a deep-seated blood feud on his shoulders.

The room fell into a deathly silence.

Tang San sat on the bed, looking dazed.

Every word Tai Tan said kept replaying in my mind.

He finally understood.

Why does his father never talk to him about the past?

Why is my father drunk every day?

Why did my father harbor such deep hostility towards the Spirit Hall?

Why did his father tell him never to easily reveal his Clear Sky Hammer Martial Soul?

It turns out that behind all of this lies a tragic past.

Tang San's body tensed up suddenly, and he grabbed Tai Tan's arm, his fingertips turning white from the force.

His voice was filled with urgency and a hint of undisguised worry.

Where is my dad? Where is he now?

Tai Tan's face instantly contorted with pain and boundless rage.

His fists clenched tightly, his knuckles cracking, and he spoke through gritted teeth.

"Young Master, our master is currently recuperating at our Strength Clan's encampment."

Tang San's pupils suddenly contracted, and his heart skipped a beat.

"Recovering from injuries? My dad's injured? How could he be injured? He's Titled Douluo!"

"Master, we've been ambushed!"

Tai Tan's voice was filled with barely suppressed rage and boundless hatred.

"Those bastards from the Spirit Hall, and that Poison Douluo Dugu Bo, they colluded and ambushed our master!"

"Three Titled Douluo ganged up on Master, who was outnumbered and severely injured. He lost his right arm and left leg, and his Soul Power cultivation regressed by twenty levels!"

"We're even having trouble moving around right now, so we can only stay in seclusion and recuperate at our Strength Clan's stronghold!"

Upon hearing these words, Tang San's eyes instantly turned red.

An overwhelming rage surged forth from the depths of his heart.

His father, the towering Clear Sky Douluo, the man who dared to fight the entire Spirit Hall alone.

He was ambushed and his limbs were crippled, his cultivation level plummeted, and he even had difficulty moving!

"Damn it! They all deserve to die!"

Tang San roared hysterically, his voice filled with boundless killing intent and twisted madness.

"The Spirit Hall! Dugu Bo! They dared to harm my father; they deserve to die!"

"I will make them pay for their crimes in blood! I will make them pay with their lives for my father!"

Tai Tan looked at the overwhelming killing intent in Tang San's eyes and a look of immense satisfaction appeared on his face.

He knew all along that Lord Tang Hao's son would never be a coward.

This fighting spirit, this ruthlessness, truly has the style of Lord Tang Hao back in the day.

"Young Master, please rest assured."

Tai Tan kowtowed heavily to Tang San, his tone incredibly firm.

"This old servant and all the brothers of the Strength Clan will swear to follow the Young Master to the death and avenge you!"

"Anyone who dares to oppose the Young Master is opposing our Strength Clan! This old servant will risk his life to tear him to pieces!"

Tang San took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing the raging anger in his heart.

He knew that getting angry now would be pointless.

His current strength is too weak.

He couldn't even withstand a trace of Tai Tan's oppressive aura, let alone seek revenge against the Spirit Hall and Dugu Bo.

He must improve his strength and grow stronger as soon as possible in order to avenge his father.

"Senior Tai Tan, did my father send you this time?"

Tang San looked at Tai Tan and asked.

"Yes, Young Master."

Tai Tan nodded respectfully.

"This old servant has come to Heaven Dou City on the orders of my former master to protect you and help you grow."

"If you need anything in the future, please feel free to tell this old servant. I will do my best to help you, even if it costs me my life."

Upon hearing this, Tang San's heart stirred.

He suddenly realized the biggest predicament he had encountered recently.

His brows furrowed tightly, and a look of pain and confusion crossed his face.

"Senior Tai Tan, I do have something I'd like to ask you."

"Please speak, Young Master. This old servant will answer to the best of my knowledge."

Tai Tan immediately responded respectfully.

"During this period, my Blue Silver Grass Martial Soul suddenly became listless and weak."

Tang San's tone was filled with deep confusion.

"No matter how much I try to activate my Soul Power, I can't restore it to normal."

"Even my Soul Power cultivation seems to have stagnated; no matter how I cultivate, I can't improve it even slightly."

"I don't know what went wrong."

Upon hearing this, Tai Tan's face immediately showed a look of astonishment.

He frowned, pondered carefully for a long time, but still couldn't come up with a solution.

"The Blue Silver Grass Martial Soul is weak, and its cultivation cannot be improved? This old servant has never encountered such a situation before."

Tai Tan's tone carried a hint of helplessness.

"The cultivation of Twin Martial Souls is fundamentally different from that of ordinary Soul Master."

"The only person on the entire continent who can truly understand the intricacies of this is probably the Pope of the Spirit Hall."

"However, your master is your father, and also the person on the entire continent who understands your Twin Martial Souls the most."

"I will report this matter to my master immediately upon my return and ask him what exactly happened and how to resolve it."

Tai Tan's tone was extremely solemn. "Young Master, rest assured, Master will definitely find a way to help you solve this problem."

Tang San nodded, feeling slightly relieved.

If Father knows about this, he will definitely find a way to resolve it.

His father is Clear Sky Douluo, one of the most powerful men in the world!