Huo Yuhao: Tang San's Sect, Even Dogs Wouldn't Join!

Huo Yuhao glanced at Beibei, then flicked a look at Tang Ya, who stood behind him with a regretful expression. He nodded, his tone remaining indifferent: "Understood. If there is nothing else, I shall take my leave."

With that, he turned to depart.

He did not wish to have any further entanglement with the people of the Tang Sect.

Seeing that Huo Yuhao was truly leaving, Tang Ya grew anxious.

It had been so difficult to encounter a youth who seemed to have a good temperament, decent talent, and no ties to anyone; this was the perfect opportunity to inject fresh blood into the increasingly withered Tang Sect!

Ignoring her own frustration, she poked her head out from behind Beibei and looked at him eagerly, her eyes signaling frantically: Say something! Keep him here!

"Brother Li, wait a moment!"

Beibei sighed helplessly in his heart, but seeing the longing for the sect's revival in Tang Ya's eyes, he complied, his tone sincere: "Brother Li, since you are currently alone and unburdened, why not consider joining a sect? We could look out for one another."

Huo Yuhao's footsteps paused slightly, though he did not immediately leave.

Tang Ya was overjoyed at the sight, thinking there was a chance, and immediately stepped forward, speeding up her speech as she tried to sell the idea: "Yes, yes! Our sect has quite the history!

We were once the number one sect on the continent! You won't lose out by joining us! Furthermore, our sect's unique skills are incredibly powerful and particularly suited for your cultivation!

Look at you, all on your own and so young. In the future, you will need resources and connections for both cultivation and daily life.

If you join a sect, we will be like family. Looking out for each other is always better than you wandering around recklessly on your own, isn't it?

After all, your luck won't be this good every time. What if you encounter real danger while acting alone one day?"

Her words were filled with temptation and concern, sketching out the image of a fallen yet deep-rooted sect full of warmth.

Huo Yuhao turned around, his gaze sweeping calmly over Tang Ya's eager face and Beibei's gentle yet expectant eyes. He shook his head slowly, his voice clear and firm:

"I thank you both for your kindness. But I carry a blood feud; I live only for revenge in this life. I have neither the heart nor the capacity to join any sect, and I do not wish to implicate others."

Hearing the words "blood feud," Tang Ya's delicate body trembled slightly, as if the most sensitive string in her heart had been plucked.

Was she not also carrying the blood debt of her sect being destroyed and her parents being killed?

The Iron Blood Sect... that name was like a poisonous thorn in her heart.

A sense of shared sorrow and intense resonance surged within her, almost making her blurt out that she would fight by his side.

She suppressed her churning emotions and the tears that nearly spilled from her eyes, forcing a smile. Her voice carried a faint, imperceptible tremor: "Little Brother Li, your grudge... perhaps if you speak of it, we... we might be able to help? There is strength in numbers..."

Huo Yuhao looked at the genuine sympathy and impulsive urge in Tang Ya's eyes. He felt no ripples in his heart; instead, he felt an even greater need to cut off their hopes entirely.

He stopped avoiding her, looked directly at Tang Ya, and asked, his tone carrying a cold, calm edge: "Tang Ya, since your sect was once the number one sect on the continent and has deep foundations, may I ask: does your sect currently have a Titled Douluo-level powerhouse backing it? Or do you have the confidence to move such power?"

"A Titled Douluo?" Tang Ya was stunned, then her eyes dimmed as she shook her head, her voice dropping, "No... if we had a Titled Douluo senior, our sect would not have..."

She did not finish her sentence, but the meaning was clear.

"Why do you ask these things?" She looked up at Huo Yuhao, somewhat confused.

Huo Yuhao met her gaze, speaking every word with absolute clarity: "Because the target of my revenge has forces behind them that possess at least Soul Douluo-level power, and may even be connected to a true Titled Douluo.

Without the strength of a Titled Douluo or the backing to contend with one, I do not even have the qualifications to stand before them and demand justice, let alone seek revenge."

His words were like a basin of ice water, instantly extinguishing the bit of passion and impulse that had just ignited in Tang Ya's heart.

Soul Douluo... Titled Douluo... To her and Beibei, who currently only possessed the cultivation of a Soul Grand Master and a Soul Elder, and whose sect had withered to just the two of them, these were unreachable, unshakable behemoths.

Tang Ya wanted to say something more, her lips moving, but Beibei gently pulled her arm.

Beibei shook his head slightly at her, his eyes conveying comfort and clear, rational analysis.

He looked at Huo Yuhao, his tone remaining gentle but with added gravity and understanding: "Brother Li, we understand what you mean.

We apologize; with our current capabilities, we truly cannot provide the help you require. Forcing you to join would be irresponsible.

We wish you... success in your goal, and please take care."

Beibei's words were well-spoken; he acknowledged their own powerlessness while expressing respect and well-wishes, avoiding potential awkwardness and conflict while leaving both parties with their dignity intact.

Huo Yuhao glanced at Beibei, holding him in slightly higher regard for his transparency and reason.

He said no more, simply nodded slightly once again, then turned and walked toward the deeper parts of the forest without hesitation, his back soon obscured by the dense trees.

Tang Ya gazed in the direction where Huo Yuhao had disappeared, lost in thought, the disappointment and unwillingness on her face clearly visible.

Beibei patted her shoulder and said softly: "Xiao Ya, everyone has their own path to walk.

His path is too dangerous; we cannot afford to bear it for now. Don't forget, we have our own business to attend to."

Tang Ya came to her senses, remembering the purpose of their trip—to hunt for her third soul ring.

She took a deep breath, suppressed the various emotions in her heart, and nodded firmly: "Mm! Let's go!"

The two did not linger, turning to walk in a different direction from Huo Yuhao, their figures gradually disappearing into the woods.

About the time it takes for an incense stick to burn after Tang Ya and Beibei had left, a figure returned like a ghost, silently retracing his steps to the spot where Huo Yuhao had previously fused with Tian Meng and where Tang Ya and Beibei had stood guard.

It was Huo Yuhao.

He stood quietly in place, his sharp gaze scanning the surroundings.

Within the Sea of Spirit, the voice of Tian Meng rang out with a hint of curiosity and confusion:

"Yuhao, the sect those two were talking about earlier—based on their description, it sounds a lot like the 'Tang Sect' left behind by that man who ascended to godhood, Tang San."

"Although it has fallen into decline, a starving camel is still bigger than a horse. The 'Tang Sect techniques' they mentioned, especially the Mysterious Heaven Skill and the Purple Demon Eye, are top-tier cultivation methods. They should be very helpful for laying your foundation right now."

"Are you really not going to consider joining and seeing for yourself?"

Drawing upon her million years of experience and her understanding of the human world, Tian Meng offered what seemed like sound advice.

After hearing this, Huo Yuhao replied via mental transmission, his voice cold and resolute: "No need. My future has long been planned. Their techniques are of no benefit to me."

Deep in his heart, there was another sentence he left unsaid, one even more ironclad: Furthermore, a sect founded by Tang San... I wouldn't join it even if I were a dog!

The blood feud and manipulation from his past life made him loathe everything related to Tang San with a burning passion; he avoided such things like the plague, so how could he possibly throw himself into it voluntarily?

Hearing Huo Yuhao's answer, so firm and laced with repulsion, Tian Meng felt a bit puzzled, but she was sensible enough not to press the matter further.

In any case, whether he joined or not was entirely up to Huo Yuhao. She had only made the suggestion based on "common sense," and since the "God-Chosen" had his own ideas, she would simply listen to him.