My Name Is Xiao Wu, the Wu in Dance

"It's not that we'll do nothing, it's that we can't do anything right now," the Second Elder continued. "Tang Xiao, you are now, and will be, the Sect Master of the Clear Sky Sect."

"Since you're in this position, you have to consider the needs of the thousands of disciples in the sect."

"If we rashly declare war on the Spirit Hall now, there will only be one outcome: they will crush us like bird eggs."

"It won't just be one or two people who die; it will be tens of thousands of lives lost throughout the Clear Sky Sect."

Upon hearing this, Tang Xiao swayed and asked, "So, my brother's revenge... is that all?"

The First Elder, leaning on his cane, walked up to Tang Xiao and pressed his shoulder. "It's not about letting it go; it's about waiting for the situation on the mainland to change, and waiting for the Clear Sky Sect to rebuild its strength."

"A gentleman takes his revenge, even after ten years."

"But if you lead your entire sect to your deaths today, you will never have a chance for revenge."

After a long while, Tang Xiao raised his head again, "Second Uncle, Third Uncle, arrange for the disciples to prepare for the relocation."

The three elders exchanged a glance, then turned and walked out of the hall.

Tang Xiao sat in the council hall for a long time until it was getting late before he stood up from his chair and walked outside.

Tang Yin's room was located in the innermost courtyard of the Clear Sky Sect.

Tang Xiao pushed open the door. Inside, only an oil lamp was lit, and the smell of medicine wafted out.

Tang Yin lay on the bed, looking even thinner than he had a few days ago, his skin hanging loosely on his bones.

If it weren't for the slight rise and fall of his chest, one would almost think that the person lying on the bed was a corpse.

The elderly man who was still able to stand up despite being seriously ill just a few days ago now needs help even to turn over in bed.

Hearing footsteps, Tang Yin slowly opened his eyes. Seeing that it was Tang Xiao, he tried to force a smile, but couldn't manage it.

Tang Xiao knelt down beside the bed and took Tang Yin's hand.

That hand was withered and thin, the knuckles digging painfully into his palm.

"Dad."

Tang Yin's fingers twitched, and he squeezed Tang Yin's hand in return.

"What's wrong? Did something happen?"

"Um."

Tell me about it.

Afterwards, Tang Xiao recounted everything that had happened in the council hall...

"I'm not reconciled, I'm really not reconciled."

"My second brother died just like that, and I, as his older brother, couldn't even avenge him... Dad, am I too useless?"

Tang Yin remained silent for a long time before speaking in a hoarse voice, "Xiao'er, avenging your brother is what you, as his elder brother, truly desire."

"It is your responsibility as the sect leader to agree to the elders' retirement."

"You did the right thing. Don't blame them, and don't blame yourself."

Tang Xiao raised his head, feeling a little better. "I understand."

Tang Yin withdrew his hand from his palm, raised it tremblingly, and placed it on his head.

"From now on, I'll have to walk my own path, and the burden on my shoulders will be heavy."

"I know, Dad."

After chatting for a few minutes, Tang Xiao left Tang Yin's room and did not go anywhere else.

He walked straight back to his bedroom, pushed open the door, and the heavy burden of what had happened weighed on his mind.

Now all he wants to do is lie down, close his eyes, and catch up on the sleep he's missed these past few days.

After that, arrangements need to be made for the relocation of the sect, and the resettlement of several thousand people needs to be taken care of one by one.

He took off his outer robe, lay down on the bed, and closed his eyes.

The sound of pine trees rustling outside the window could be heard occasionally in the distance, along with the hushed commands of the night watchmen changing shifts.

My consciousness began to blur, and exhaustion washed over me.

Suddenly, a gust of cold wind swept across his face.

Tang Xiao suddenly opened his eyes.

The doors and windows were tightly shut; he checked them as soon as he entered, finding them not only closed but also bolted.

The curtains remained motionless, and there wasn't a breath of wind in the room.

His instincts, honed through years of combat, allowed him to react in an instant.

He sprang up from the bed, his right hand making a grasping motion, and the Clear Sky Hammer instantly appeared in his hand.

"Who's there? Come out now!"

There was no response.

Just then, he saw a wisp of Black Mist silently seeping in through the crack under the window.

The Black Mist neither dissipated nor dissolved, but rose slowly against gravity, gathering into a human-shaped outline three steps away from his bed.

Tang Xiao gripped the Clear Sky Hammer tightly and asked again in a deep voice, "Who are you?"

The Black Mist slowly condensed and took shape.

First came the feet, bare feet with snow-white toes emerging from the Black Mist.

Next came slender ankles, straight calves, and then a black skirt that reached her knees with uneven edges.

Above that was a slender waist, a black top, and a young girl's face.

She was beautiful, with delicate features, fair skin, and long, jet-black hair that reached her waist.

She looked to be about fifteen or sixteen years old, with a slender figure and a slightly protruding chest.

She stood barefoot on the floor, her black skirt fluttering even without wind, looking like a ghost crawling out of some abyss.

Tang Xiao gripped the Clear Sky Hammer even tighter, channeling his Spiritual Power to probe his opponent's strength.

However, his Spiritual Power could not detect anything.

It wasn't that the Soul Power was too profound to fathom, but rather that it was utter and complete nothingness.

The girl in front of him was like a non-existent person; she had no Soul Power fluctuations, no aura, and he couldn't even hear her heartbeat.

His senses penetrated the spot where she stood, as if there were only air there.

This was something Tang Xiao had never encountered in his decades-long combat career.

Even when facing Peak Douluo like Qian Xunji, one can at least sense the opponent's Soul Power strength. The sense of oppression is another matter, but at least one can sense it.

The girl in front of him was completely unknown to him.

"Who are you?"

The girl spoke, "My Xiao Wu, the 'Wu' in 'dancing'."

"I can help you deal with the Spirit Hall."

Tang Xiao remained vigilant. "What did you just say? You can help me deal with the Spirit Hall?"

"Right."

"You?" Tang Xiao looked her up and down. "A little brat?"

"Don't believe me?"

She put one hand behind her back and beckoned to Tang Xiao with her other finger, "You can certainly give it a try."

Without wasting words, Tang Xiao stomped his foot and charged towards Xiao Wu like an arrow.

He raised the Clear Sky Hammer high above his head, and his First Soul Ring lit up simultaneously.

He no longer cared that he was in his own room; his priority was to defeat this mysterious woman.

To his horror, he was frozen in place.

His body was frozen three steps away from Xiao Wu, the Clear Sky Hammer held high in a posture about to strike, but his limbs were as if bound by countless invisible chains, and he couldn't move even a finger.

What terrified him even more was that his Soul Power was also suppressed.

"How is that possible!"

He's an 88th-level Soul Douluo; even when facing Titled Douluo, he wouldn't be suppressed to the point where he can't even move.

But now it's been...

Xiao Wu tilted her head, her smile unchanged, "Why did you stop fighting? Is it not working?"

"If it doesn't work, then it's my turn."

As soon as she finished speaking, she disappeared.

Tang Xiao only caught a fleeting glimpse of her before Xiao Wu appeared before him.

Her pale fist slammed into his chest, and in that instant, Tang Xiao felt as if he had been hit head-on by a mountain.

The force that had been binding him vanished, and his body flew backward like a cannonball, his back slamming against the wall.