Huo Yuhao: "Mom, I'm Going to Avenge You..."

"Bastards! How dare you! I am the Sea God, Tang San..."

Tang San, who had just been blasted out of the mountain gate, stared at the two Clear Sky Sect disciples before him, shocked and furious.

As a God King of his generation, the holder of both the Sea God and Asura God godhoods,

when had Tang San ever suffered such humiliation?

These two men before him had already earned themselves a death sentence.

One of them impatiently questioned, "Are you trying to say that you're the descendant of our ancestor, the Sea God Tang San, and a Tang Sect disciple?"

Tang San froze for a moment. Thinking that he could not expose his identity—and that even if he did, they would not believe him—he forcefully suppressed the rage in his heart and said,

"That's right. I am the current Tang Sect Master. Hurry and inform the two sect masters, Niu Tian and Tai Tan, that Tang Sect Master Tang Ya requests an audience."

The man sneered. "Heh, you want to see our two sect masters? Dream on. Do you think the Tang Sect is still the Tang Sect it was back then?"

The other made no effort to conceal his killing intent. "Scram. If you don't, I'll kill you."

As he spoke, five soul rings—two yellow, two purple, and one black—rose from beneath their feet. The two released their Clear Sky Hammer martial souls.

"You... you..."

Tang San's eyes turned bloodshot with rage. Breathing heavily, he was just about to make a move.

But Beibei could no longer stand by and watch. He grabbed him. "Forget it, Xiao Ya."

Tang San wanted to say something more, but then Beibei continued, "The Clear Sky Sect is no longer the Clear Sky Sect from ten thousand years ago, and the Tang Sect is no longer the Tang Sect it once was either."

How could Tang San not know that?

In fact, he had tacitly allowed it to happen.

Back when the Tang Sect had completely fallen into decline, Da Ming and Er Ming had asked him whether they should look after the Tang Sect a little.

He had directly replied that there was no need. No sect could prosper forever; they only needed to let nature take its course.

Who would have thought that, in the end, he would drop a stone on his own foot?

But for the sake of the Immortal Herbs, he still wanted to try.

Now, it seemed that no matter what, he would not be able to meet Da Ming and Er Ming.

And even if he did meet them, whether they would believe him was still a question.

"Hmph, let's go."

Left with no other choice, Tang San could only turn and leave.

Worried that something might happen to him, Beibei stayed close by his side.

Immediately afterward, the mocking and laughter of the two Clear Sky Sect disciples rang out behind them:

"Hahaha, the Tang Sect really is finished. They actually let a little girl become their sect master."

"Exactly. A mere fallen family dares to come to our Clear Sky Sect and try to curry favor? If the two sect masters hadn't given orders, then just for trying to force her way into the sect, I would've crippled her..."

Hearing that, Tang San clenched his fists.

"Xiao Ya, where are we going now?"

To prevent Tang San from clashing with those two again, Beibei hurriedly changed the subject.

"To the Star Luo Empire."

Tang San said coldly.

For now, the path of using Immortal Herbs to improve his cultivation and talent was no longer viable.

The only option was to find the Child of Destiny.

And steal his opportunities.

As for the Immortal Herbs, they had originally been one part of Tang San's plan to tame the Child of Destiny, put a dog leash around his neck, and keep him under control.

When the time came, he would simply take those as well.

Thus, Tang San began living a life of hiding in the small forest near White Tiger Duke Mansion every day, waiting for the Child of Destiny.

While converting to the complete Mysterious Heaven Treasure Record, he used Blue Silver Grass to devour the life force of vegetation and raise his cultivation.

Beibei silently remained at his side.

He took care of his daily needs.

Even when he saw Tang San devouring the life force of trees, he said nothing. He only reminded him to be careful and not get discovered.

Otherwise, he could easily be dealt with as an Evil Soul Master.

And so, after all the twists and turns, another ten months passed in the blink of an eye.

This day,

at dawn, when the sky was only beginning to brighten,

a thin boy who looked eleven or twelve years old, dressed in simple gray cloth, quietly slipped out through the north-side back gate of White Tiger Duke Mansion.

After gently closing the back gate, he quickly took a few steps, then abruptly stopped. Turning back toward the duke's mansion, deep hatred filled his dark blue eyes.

The boy was none other than Dai Yuhao.

No, for now, he should briefly be called Huo Yuhao.

He was already eleven years old.

Ever since Dai Mubai had unclogged his drainage pipe, Huo Yuhao had become withdrawn.

At the same time, to keep Huo Yun'er from suffering Dai Mubai's violation, he had constantly remained at her side.

He did everything he could to prevent Dai Mubai from getting near her.

Huo Yun'er knew her son better than anyone. She saw all of his unusual behavior.

Coupled with Dai Mubai's repeated attentiveness,

as well as his overt and covert flirtatious behavior,

under her relentless questioning, Huo Yuhao finally told her the truth.

The result was that Huo Yun'er gave up treatment and rejected Dai Mubai's help.

A few months later, she passed away.

"Mom, if your spirit is watching from heaven, then watch closely. Sooner or later, I will return and avenge you. I will trample Dai Hao, Dai Yueheng, and everything here beneath my feet. From this day onward, I will no longer bear the surname Dai. My surname will be Huo. My name is Huo Yuhao."

After saying that, he took one last long look at the duke's mansion, then turned and left without hesitation.

Dai Mubai had already returned to Shrek Academy.

If he did not leave now, when would he?

But before he had gone very far, a young man and woman happened to emerge from a forest path nearby.

The man was handsome and tall, while the woman was pretty and adorable, yet carried herself with a distinctly manly air.

Seeing Huo Yuhao, the girl walked up familiarly and said,

"Little brother, you're heading to Star Dou Forest to hunt a soul ring, right?"

"Perfect, we are too. We can look out for each other along the way. Want to come with us?"

After what had been done to him, Huo Yuhao had developed a suspicious personality. Other than his deceased mother, he trusted no one.

Seeing the two people inviting him to hunt soul rings, Huo Yuhao instinctively took several steps back.

The girl froze for a moment, then seemed to think of something. She dropped a bombshell. "Hello, my name is Tang Ya, the Tang Sect Master. This is my disciple, Beibei."

The Tang Sect? Hearing that, Huo Yuhao gradually relaxed his guard.

There was no helping it. His mother had told him too many stories about the Tang Sect.

He had practically grown up listening to tales of Tang Sect heroes.

So, he agreed.

Just as Tang San had waited for ten months and finally caught Huo Yuhao,

Gu Yuan's cultivation in the Far North was also nearing its end.

Wearing an ice-carved mask, he walked alone through a gorge somewhere in the Far North.

Mountains rose on both sides of the gorge, which was filled with jagged rocks.

Ahead of him, a man approached, wearing a black robe fitted with clawed gloves and a mask over his face.

The moment they met, neither wasted words. They immediately began fighting.

Three soul rings—two yellow and one purple—flashed into existence. As the first soul ring lit up, a Mysterious Ice Dragon Spear three meters long appeared in Gu Yuan's hand.

With one thrust, countless icy spear lights erupted, shooting toward the masked man.

But the masked man's cultivation was clearly far above Gu Yuan's. Six soul rings—two yellow, three purple, and one black—circled around him. He was actually a Soul Emperor.

After Martial Soul Possession, a snake tail grew from his lower body. His first and second soul rings lit up.

His aura surged, and blazing flames burst forth around him.

As he moved, he calmly dodged and rapidly closed in on Gu Yuan. Whenever he could not avoid a spear light, a casual wave of his hand scattered it.

Gu Yuan recognized at once that this man's martial soul was the extremely rare Mutated Fire Python.

Though it was not ultimate fire, it possessed extremely strong resistance to ice attributes. Clearly, it had been chosen specifically to counter him.