Ah Yin's Interrogation

"Tang Hao, how dare you!?"

Ah Yin's voice rose sharply, carrying a piercing edge Tang Hao had never heard before. Those blue eyes, once filled with tender affection for him, now held only icy coldness and rage.

As she spoke, Ah Yin spread her arms, shielding Lin Yue behind her.

"Ah Yin, you..."

Watching this scene, Tang Hao felt as if his heart were shattering.

His own wife was actually protecting another man.

"Tang Hao! Tell me, is the current Tang San truly our son?"

Ignoring Tang Hao's wounded expression, Ah Yin interrogated him instead. "Our son, our own flesh and blood—has his true soul long since been usurped by another?"

Tang Hao's pupils contracted violently. The blood drained from his face in an instant, and his lips trembled, yet he could not utter a single sound.

How could Ah Yin possibly know?!

Watching Tang Hao's shock, panic, and eventual pallor—a look of preordained guilt—the last shred of hope in Ah Yin's heart was utterly crushed.

Tang Hao really did know.

"It's not like that... Ah Yin, listen to me. I did suspect our son, but after he awakened his Martial Soul, I became certain that he was indeed our son!"

"I told you, Ah Yin! Tang San's Martial Souls are the Blue Silver Grass and the Clear Sky Hammer, so he must be our son. There is no mistake; bloodlines do not lie."

Seeing Ah Yin's expression, Tang Hao hurriedly tried to explain.

"Bloodlines do not lie, but what about the soul?"

Hearing Tang Hao's explanation, Ah Yin let out a cold snort and countered, "I have already inquired at Holy Soul Village. You abused Tang San since he was a child, so you knew long ago that the one in that body was not our son, didn't you?"

The more she spoke, the angrier Ah Yin became; her voice trembled with extreme fury. "You clearly knew the truth all along! You knew that the one living in that body was nothing more than a thief who had usurped our son's shell! Why? Why did you keep it from me all this time?"

"Ah Yin, I..." Tang Hao spoke with difficulty, trying to defend himself. "I was afraid you wouldn't be able to bear it..."

"Silence!" Ah Yin cut him off sharply. Tears finally spilled over, uncontainable, mixed with overwhelming hatred. "Afraid I couldn't bear it? Look, you've admitted it yourself—you knew that wasn't our son! Tang Hao, you are not fit to be a father!"

"No... that's not it..."

Under Ah Yin's interrogation, Tang Hao staggered backward, his face deathly pale.

He wanted to explain, but he did not know how.

"I... I saw that he had awakened the Blue Silver Grass and the Clear Sky Hammer, so I thought he really was our son..."

"Truly, Ah Yin, believe me, I really thought he was our child!"

Tang Hao could only offer this explanation, and indeed, he had once been so certain of it.

It was only after seeing Tang San's Twin Martial Souls that he had completely changed his attitude toward him.

The blood flowing through that person's veins was the union of his and Ah Yin's!

"Tang Hao, stop deceiving yourself. You only valued his talent!"

Ah Yin pressed forward, every word striking Tang Hao's heart like a heavy hammer. "You felt that the Clear Sky Sect had a successor, that a peerless genius had appeared for the Clear Sky Sect, and you were ecstatic because of it, weren't you? You accepted a thief as your son—wasn't it all for the sake of the Clear Sky Sect, for the sake of the talent he possessed?!"

"You were the one who told me back then that you would make him return to the sect to acknowledge his ancestors, even if you couldn't return yourself, as long as he could!"

"Tell me, Tang Hao! When you were wild with joy over that thief's Twin Martial Souls, when you were plotting to bring him back to the Clear Sky Sect to acknowledge his ancestors, did you ever, even for a single moment, think of our real son?! Did you think of that poor child whom you abandoned with your own hands, whose soul had long since been extinguished?!"

Ah Yin's voice was now laced with a shrill, sobbing tone. She pointed at Tang Hao, her finger trembling violently with agitation. "You only thought of the Clear Sky Sect! You only thought of the glory that thief could bring to you and the sect! You betrayed our son! And you betrayed me!"

"What right do you have, being like this, to stand here and talk about rescuing me? What right do you have to call yourself my husband?!"

Ah Yin's words were like a violent storm, completely submerging Tang Hao.

His tall frame trembled violently. There was no color left in his face, only the wretchedness of having his facade torn away, pain, and... a flash of shame-induced anger at having his true motives exposed.

He saw the bone-deep hatred and coldness in Ah Yin's eyes.

"No... it's not like that... Ah Yin, listen to my explanation..."

Tang Hao's voice was hoarse and dry, filled with desperate pleading.

"An explanation?"

Ah Yin gave a miserable laugh, one filled with endless mockery and a heart turned to ash. "Tang Hao, from the moment you chose to hide the truth and chose to accept a thief as your son, we were finished. My master—it was he who told me the truth and gave me a new life. And you..."

She took a deep breath, her gaze becoming firm and cold once more, carrying a resolute detachment:

"You are merely a mistake from my past. Now, please leave. Otherwise, do not blame me and my master... for being unkind!"

BOOM—

As her voice fell, the soul power belonging to a Title Douluo erupted from Ah Yin. Her long blue hair danced without wind, and a powerful pressure, mixed with her current grief and resolve, met Tang Hao's destructive Clear Sky Hammer without a hint of fear.

Faced with Ah Yin's resolute gaze, Tang Hao's face paled another shade.

"No... it's not like that..."

"Ah Yin, I promise, I truly didn't think that way. I swear to you, as long as you come back, I will definitely take you to kill him and avenge our real son!"

Tang Hao was unwilling to accept Ah Yin's choice, so he quickly made a new decision.

He could do without the son, but he could not lose his wife.

"Tsk, tsk..."

Lin Yue, who had been watching the show from the sidelines, couldn't help but click his tongue.

Truth be told, Tang Hao really seemed to love Ah Yin.

He, who had always cared so much for Tang San, was now actually demanding to kill him.

And by the looks of it, he wasn't joking.

"My apologies, but even if you did that, I wouldn't return Ah Yin to you."

"She belongs to me now!"

Lin Yue then stepped forward, wrapping his arm around Ah Yin's slender waist as he made his declaration to Tang Hao.

At the same time, Lin Yue leaned in close to Ah Yin's ear: "Ah Yin, the harm he has caused you and your child is a fact, an irreversible one. A person like this is not worth forgiving."

"Bastard, take your filthy hands off her!"

Seeing this, Tang Hao's eyes turned bloodshot as he glared at Lin Yue in a rage.

"Tang Hao, you are not allowed to be disrespectful to my master!"

Ah Yin spread her arms once more to block Tang Hao, rebuking him sternly.

"Ah Yin, you..."

Tang Hao had not expected that even after he had humbled himself to admit his faults, Ah Yin would still defend Lin Yue so fiercely; he felt stifled to the point of madness.

"Pfft—!"

Unable to contain his extreme frustration, Tang Hao felt a sweetness rise in his throat and spat out a mouthful of blood.

"Ah—!!!"

"I won't accept this! Ah Yin, you can only belong to me, Tang Hao!"

"Since this man is your master, then I shall kill him."

BOOM—

Having spat out blood, Tang Hao could no longer hold back; he gripped his Clear Sky Hammer and charged toward Lin Yue.