Father and Son Break Ties, A Debt of Gratitude Repaid!

Unlike the Big Wolf King next door, Yu Xiaogang was tossed high into the air like a sack of rags by Tang San's Blue Silver Pole Vault.

He shrieked in alarm, and in his panic, he channeled his soul power to hurriedly summon Luo Sanpao.

However, with the purple pig's short little legs, it was simply too late to catch Gangzi in time.

"Thud—"

With a dull, heavy impact, Yu Xiaogang slammed squarely onto the academy's bluestone path, landing face-first in a classic sprawl.

Dust billowed, blood streamed from his nose and mouth, and a sharp, agonizing pain erupted from his gums as two front teeth shattered and fell out on the spot.

He twitched in agony, clutching his mouth as he scrambled up. When he tried to speak, the cold air whistled through the gaps in his teeth, making his words garbled, pathetic, and wretched.

"Puh... Puh San!

Qin Yun... I want you dead! I want you all dead!"

The surrounding students burst into raucous laughter, their pointing fingers stinging like needles against his skin.

For students, such an experience was merely a loss of priority in the dating pool; once they changed schools, they could easily reinvent their persona.

But for Gangzi...

He was, after all, a man of some reputation on the continent. First, he had been knocked unconscious by one of Luo Sanpao's farts, and now, he had face-planted in public.

To Gangzi, who valued his reputation above all else, this kind of social death was far more agonizing than actual death.

Yu Xiaogang was filled with pain and hatred, his resentment piling up entirely on Qin Yun and Tang San.

However, it was mostly directed at Qin Yun; he didn't dare cause Tang San any trouble.

After all, Gangzi was wicked, but he wasn't stupid.

Tang San's father was a Titled Douluo; he could grumble behind his back, but he wouldn't dare actually speak out.

He glared at the crowd and headed toward the dormitory while clutching his mouth, his heart festering with malice.

Just as he reached the corner of a wall, a slovenly figure radiating a suppressed, icy aura appeared before him.

He squinted to look—it was none other than Tang Hao.

Although Tang Hao's failure to catch him earlier had sparked some resentment, Gangzi suppressed it, knowing that Tang Hao's identity could not be easily exposed.

Seeing Tang Hao, Gangzi's eyes lit up as if he had grabbed onto a final straw.

Forgetting his wretched state and his toothless lisp, he scrambled forward, threw himself at Tang Hao's feet, and hugged his pant leg, weeping with snot and tears.

"Haotian Crown! You've finally come! You must save Little San!"

"It's Qin Yun! It's all that Qin Yun's fault!

He bewitched Little San into not cultivating according to my theories.

Haotian Crown, you be the judge: Little San has a perfectly good Blue Silver Grass martial soul, yet instead of absorbing a Mandala Snake soul ring, he insists on absorbing some broken bamboo. He's leading Little San down a crooked path!"

"He even instigated Little San to show no respect for his elders and lay a hand on me!

Crown, I am the teacher you personally entrusted him to!

Little San wasn't just hitting me today; he was hitting your face! If Little San keeps hanging around him, he'll be completely ruined!"

Gangzi spoke with desperate intensity, trying his best to paint himself as a loyal teacher whose good intentions had been betrayed, shifting all the blame onto Qin Yun.

He didn't mention a single word about his own faults.

Tang Hao looked down at him, his murky eyes devoid of sympathy, filled only with impatient coldness.

That such a person was worthy of the surname Yu and was a descendant of Yu Yuanzhen—ha!

However, considering the issues with Tang San, Tang Hao did not scold Yu Xiaogang, merely waving a hand dismissively.

"I know. I will handle this matter."

In his eyes, Yu Xiaogang was nothing more than a chess piece.

It didn't matter if the piece was pathetic; what mattered was that Tang San seemed to be slipping out of his control.

Considering his grand plan for the future, this had to be prevented at all costs!

After offering a few perfunctory words of comfort, Tang Hao didn't look at Yu Xiaogang again. With a flicker, he vanished silently from the spot, heading straight for the small courtyard Qin Yun rented outside.

The courtyard was quiet and elegant, the gate left slightly ajar.

When the night grew deep and still, Tang Hao broke in directly, just as he had before, without a shred of courtesy, his voice cold.

"Little San, come out."

Tang San was sitting on his bed, eyes closed as he regulated his breathing to consolidate his soul power. Hearing this, he slowly opened his eyes, rose, and walked into the courtyard.

Everything looked the same as before, but only Tang San knew that he was no longer the boy who harbored fantasies about his father.

Once the filter vanished, whether there was love or not became quite clear!

Opposite him, Tang Hao looked at this entirely unfamiliar version of his son. A surge of hidden anger rose in his chest, but he suppressed it, adopting the posture of a "father offering instruction" as he said in a deep voice:

"I already know about what happened today. It isn't what you think. Although Yu Xiaogang acted with some impatience, there is one thing he was right about."

He is the teacher I personally selected for you!

You should not have defied him, and even less should you have followed Qin Yun in acting recklessly, causing your teacher to lose face in public...

Tang Hao wanted to continue his lecture, using his status as a father to pressure him.

But Tang San did not give him the slightest chance to continue.

The youth raised his eyes, his gaze piercing straight at Tang Hao, devoid of any fear, holding only a frozen, icy silence.

Each word was as clear and sharp as an ice blade.

"Father, you don't need to tell me these things!"

"I will only ask you one question today: do you dare tell me how Mother actually died back then!"

The sentence struck Tang Hao's heart like a thunderbolt.

The hypocritical lecture on his face froze instantly, and a flash of panic and guilt flickered deep in his eyes.

He subconsciously avoided Tang San's gaze, his throat bobbing, and he found himself momentarily speechless, unable to answer.

He could not say it, and he dared not say it; if he were to speak, wouldn't his persona of deep, undying love shatter into pieces?

That meticulously planned sacrifice, that period of affection stained with lies, was the scar he dared not uncover for his entire life.

"Who told you these things? Tell me, who was it!!!"

Watching Tang Hao's evasive and guilty appearance, the last ripple of emotion in Tang San's heart fell into absolute, deathly silence.

He did not press further, he was no longer angry, nor was he disappointed.

He was too tired to entangle, too tired to argue, and even more tired of acknowledging this so-called father.

Tang San slowly bent his waist, his straight spine lowering bit by bit, and to Tang Hao's astonishment, he knelt heavily onto the ground.

"Thud!"

"Thud!"

"Thud!"

Three loud kowtows landed heavily on the bluestone floor.

After finishing, Tang San slowly rose, raised his hand to wipe the dust from his forehead, his eyes calm and waveless, his voice cold without a trace of warmth.

"You gave birth to me but did not raise me, you raised me but did not teach me!

These three kowtows return the debt of my birth, and this is the last time I will call you Father!"

"From this day forward, the bond between us as father and son is severed; we have nothing more to do with each other!"

As the final word fell, Tang San turned and walked away.

His back was straight and resolute, completely severing the last shred of connection with Tang Hao.

Tang Hao stood frozen in place, the hypocrisy on his face completely shattered, replaced by a towering, violent rage.

When people are guilty and angry, they often do not reflect, but instead subconsciously blame others for the problem.

Clearly, Tang Hao was exactly that kind of person.

His lips moved several times, but in the end, no words of consolation came out.

He simply pushed all the blame onto Qin Yun.

It must be Qin Yun!

It must be him who sowed discord in front of Tang San, inciting their father-son relationship, which made Tang San become so rebellious and so heartless!

The chess piece he had painstakingly controlled had completely slipped from his grasp.

The persona of deep love he had maintained for half his life had been completely punctured.

And all of this was because of Qin Yun.

The aura around Tang Hao's body instantly became hideous and terrifying, and a murderous intent ignited in his murky eyes.

The Slaughter God's Domain unfolded involuntarily, coating the surrounding flowers and grass in frost.

"Fine, since you started this, don't blame me for finishing it!"

You, Tang San, value Qin Yun and treat him as your support?

Then I will kill Qin Yun!

"San, don't blame me; I am doing this all... for your own good!"