Tang Hao Wants to Keep Xiao Wu?

Meanwhile, on Tang San's side, Tang Hao suddenly appeared before him.

"Father, why are you here?"

Looking at the familiar yet unfamiliar figure before him, Tang San's heart churned with a hundred conflicting emotions.

He had originally thought his father was just an ordinary blacksmith, but he never expected his father's true identity to be a Titled Douluo.

No, Tang San suddenly realized something.

His father Tang Hao wasn't a drunkard—he was a Titled Douluo.

That meant this old bastard could take care of himself, yet he still lay on that broken recliner all day long, day after day.

All he ever wanted was to drink that fake liquor Old Li at the east end of the village cut with water, and he didn't give a damn even when the rice jar at home was empty.

Wasn't that pure abuse toward a kid who hadn't even grown his feathers yet?

No, that wasn't right either. Tang San thought it over carefully again.

Tang Hao was a Titled Douluo; he definitely would have noticed that kid secretly practicing Tang Sect techniques every day.

The ever-scheming Tang San instantly wondered: could Tang Hao have sensed something off about him, suspected he wasn't his real son, and that's why he abused him?

Yes, that had to be it. It must be exactly that.

If it weren't, why would Tang Hao abuse his own flesh and blood, and even refuse to let him cultivate after learning he had Innate Full Soul Power?

Back then, the reason Tang San could go to Notting College was first thanks to Old Jack, and second because he himself had to tell Tang Hao about his second martial soul, the Clear Sky Hammer.

Thinking of this, the doubt that had plagued Tang San for years finally unraveled.

At the same time, after figuring it out, Tang San's gaze toward Tang Hao filled with vigilance and caution, and he silently drew the Silent Sleeve Arrow hidden in his hand.

"Xiao... Xiao San."

At that moment, Tang Hao, who was walking toward Tang San, paused mid-step. As a top-tier Titled Douluo, how could he fail to notice Tang San's little move?

Seeing the one who might be his son raise the hidden weapon that had killed the Mandala Snake at him, Tang Hao's brow furrowed tightly.

This unfilial wretch—he actually wanted to kill his father!

Sure enough, this Tang San, who had possessed his real son, was no good. He really should have just smashed this thing that didn't know what it was to death.

It wasn't too late now. He might as well nip this in the bud while he could still beat this Tang San.

No!

But soon, Tang Hao dismissed the thought.

Tang San was destined to become a god in the future, and he hadn't done anything too excessive to Tang San before—he'd even taught him the Disorder Splitting Wind Hammer.

Once Tang San became a god, he could take him to the God Realm to see his Ah Yin.

After all, his Ah Yin was still just a Blue Silver Grass with no consciousness, completely unaware of what the Heavenly Curtain was broadcasting.

Weighing the pros and cons in his heart, Tang Hao ultimately suppressed his anger and regained his composure.

He forced an ugly smile onto his face and deliberately tried to reconnect with Tang San emotionally:

"Xiao San, Dad came to pick you up, along with Xiao Wu here."

Faced with Tang Hao's overture, Tang San didn't respond with a single word, remaining silent.

And facing this silent Tang San, the father-son pair of Tang Hao and Tang San, along with Dai Mubai, Oscar, and Ma Hongjun, watched the scene with the rapt attention of spectators eating melons.

Tang San's silence made Tang Hao very awkward.

But despite that, Tang Hao still suppressed his anger and continued to put on a pleasant expression.

"Xiao San, Xiao Wu, we need to leave here quickly. This damned Heavenly Curtain has already exposed your location."

"Because of what I did back then, and since Xiao Wu is still a Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast, those people from Martial Soul Hall will definitely send several Titled Douluo here."

Hearing Tang Hao's words, Tang San silently calculated in his mind.

His identity was now known to the entire Douluo Continent. Although he wasn't Tang Hao and Ah Yin's real child, he was destined to become a god. To prevent him from taking revenge on enemies like Martial Soul Hall after becoming a god, they would definitely want to eliminate him at the root.

They would kill him completely at this moment, and judging by Tang Hao's reaction, Tang Hao seemed to have accepted that he, this outsider, was his son.

After all, he was going to become a god in the future.

Thinking this, a long-lost smile appeared on Tang San's face as he nodded repeatedly to Tang Hao:

"Yes, yes, Father. So where are we going now?"

Seeing that Tang San had also recognized the current situation, Tang Hao smiled knowingly.

Tang Hao knew Tang San wasn't sincere, and Tang San knew Tang Hao resented him for taking over his real son's body.

But for various reasons, both had no choice but to accept each other as father and son.

One was after the present, the other after the future.

At this moment, the relationship between Tang Hao and Tang San, father and son, was extraordinarily complicated.

On the other side, Dai Mubai, Oscar, and Ma Hongjun, who had been watching the show, saw the father and son who were strangers moments ago now acting so affectionate.

They were genuinely impressed by the Tang father and son's ability to switch expressions so quickly.

"Let's leave that for now."

Tang Hao glanced at the five people watching beside him, then shook his head.

And Tang San naturally understood what Tang Hao meant.

He was worried that Dai Mubai and the others might leak their itinerary.

Tang San not only didn't oppose what Tang Hao did, but he fully supported it.

Because among these Shrek members, Dai Mubai, Oscar, Ma Hongjun, Zhu Zhuqing, and Ning Rongrong were nowhere near as close as in the original story.

At best, they were just classmates.

Tang San even entertained the thought of silencing them—killing Dai Mubai and the others outright.

Suddenly, Dai Mubai and the others felt a pang of unease, their bodies shivering involuntarily.

They had no idea what was happening.

Just as Tang San was weighing whether to kill them, an unexpected situation arose with Xiao Wu.

Xiao Wu suppressed the fear in her heart, took a few steps back, and said in a trembling voice:

"Uncle, I won't go with you and Third Brother. I'll leave on my own."

"Hm?"

Tang Hao let out a soft grunt, shifting his gaze to Xiao Wu. He stared at her intently, a dark, unreadable glint flickering in his eyes.

Instantly, an invisible pressure bore down on Xiao Wu.

The very thing Xiao Wu had feared most was happening.

Tang Hao wanted to take her away? Xiao Wu had no desire to go with a man who had deceived his own wife!

She wished she could stay as far away from Tang Hao as possible, never wanting to see him again in this life.

But terrified of Tang Hao's strength as a Titled Douluo, she could only hope he would have some decency and let her go out of consideration for her bond with Tang San.

"Xiao Wu, right? You're only at level thirty now. If you leave on your own, it's far too dangerous."

"I've watched you and Xiao San grow up together. Uncle truly can't bear to see you get caught."