Aspirations Aren't Limited by Age

"Father, Brother Hao is currently at my Moonlight Pavilion. What should we do? Are we truly going to hand him over?"

Tang Yuehua asked anxiously the moment she sat down. If Tang Hao fell into the hands of the Martial Soul Hall, it went without saying that they would never let him go. Whether out of familial affection or love, she did not want this to happen; even if it meant the destruction of the Clear Sky Sect, she harbored a faint hope against it.

Tang Xiao also hurriedly added, "Father, we absolutely cannot hand over Brother Hao. The Martial Soul Hall has always viewed the Upper Three Sects as a thorn in their side, especially us, the number one sect in the world. Even if we hand him over, the Martial Soul Hall will never let our Clear Sky Sect go."

Tang Lie retorted, "Then what do we do? If we don't hand Tang Hao over, are we just going to let the Clear Sky Sect be destroyed? That is ten Title Douluo, not including Qian Daoliu and the massive number of spirit masters in the Martial Soul Hall. How can our Clear Sky Sect possibly withstand that?"

"That fellow Tang Hao, of all things to like, he had to go and fancy a beast, bringing this great disaster upon our Clear Sky Sect!"

Having witnessed the ten Title Douluo of the Martial Soul Hall, Tang Lie's attitude had done a one-hundred-and-fifty-degree turn, shifting from praising Tang Hao to incessantly blaming him. If the Martial Soul Hall truly attacked and caused the Clear Sky Sect heavy losses or even destruction, he would likely be spewing venom at Tang Hao, wishing he could hammer him to death himself.

Tang Xiao shouted angrily, "Seventh Uncle, who are you calling a beast? Ah Yin has already reached maturity; she is a real human! All of this is due to the wolfish ambition of the Martial Soul Hall, coveting Ah Yin's spirit ring and spirit bone. Brother Hao was merely defending himself!"

Tang Lie retorted without a shred of politeness, "A beast is a beast. What maturity? Can we humans sacrifice ourselves like spirit beasts? Do we humans explode into spirit rings and spirit bones when we die?"

Tang Xiao rose in a fury, "Seventh Elder..."

"Bang!"

Tang Zhen slammed his palm onto the table, leaving a handprint on the granite surface. He barked, "Seventh, Xiao'er, both of you be quiet! With a great enemy at the gates, you are still here arguing—what kind of behavior is this?"

Under the authority of their elder and Sect Master, Tang Xiao and Tang Lie reluctantly fell silent.

At this moment, the Second Elder, who held the highest prestige in the Clear Sky Sect besides Tang Zhen, spoke up: "Sect Master, you must make the decision on what to do."

Tang Zhen took a deep breath and spoke slowly, "Xiao'er is right. The Martial Soul Hall will not let our Clear Sky Sect go. Even if we hand Hao'er over to avoid a temporary crisis, the Martial Soul Hall will eventually find various excuses to weaken us until we can no longer pose a threat to them, or until they destroy us entirely."

"I propose that before the one-month deadline arrives, the entire Clear Sky Sect shall relocate to the sanctuary left behind by my father to temporarily avoid their edge. Qian Daoliu has an agreement with my father; no one from the Martial Soul Hall, from him downwards, is permitted to set foot on that mountain range."

"Qian Daoliu was defeated by my father and is a coward. His son was beaten to a pulp by Hao'er. With the lingering prestige of my father, he would never dare to violate the agreement."

"When my father returns as a god, or when Hao'er cultivates to the ninety-ninth level, reaching the same realm as my father, that will be the time for our Clear Sky Sect to emerge once again."

The Second Elder asked, "Sect Master, are you saying we should preserve our strength for the future?"

Tang Zhen nodded. "Ambition is not measured by age; without it, one lives a hundred years in vain. My father was able to lead us to build the number one sect in the world. As long as our bloodline is preserved, when the opportunity arises, we can replicate that feat."

Tang Zhen's gaze swept over Tang Xiao and the Six Elders of Clear Sky in turn. "Xiao'er, Second Brother, Third Brother... Seventh Brother, you all have the talent to break through to Title Douluo. As long as the Clear Sky Sect remains in seclusion and you devote yourselves entirely to cultivation, I believe that within twenty years, you can all break through to Title Douluo and stand side-by-side with Hao'er."

"When my father returns as a god and Hao'er reaches the 99th level as a Title Douluo, that will be the moment for the Clear Sky Sect to re-emerge and let the Martial Soul Hall feel the might of our world's number one tool spirit!"

Tang Xiao and the Six Elders of Clear Sky felt their hearts surge with excitement at Tang Zhen's words. Twenty years later, the seven of them, plus Tang Hao, would make eight Title Douluo. Although their number of Title Douluo would be fewer than the Martial Soul Hall, one must not forget that they were Title Douluo who possessed the Clear Sky Hammer, the world's number one tool spirit; they could not be compared to the trash Title Douluo found elsewhere.

When Tang Chen was in charge, the Clear Sky Sect only had one Title Douluo, and they, the younger generation, were only Spirit Saints or Spirit Douluo, yet the Clear Sky Sect still stood on equal footing with the Martial Soul Hall, which had at least four Title Douluo including Qian Daoliu, Golden Crocodile Douluo, and two protectors of the Pope Hall.

Once the seven of them broke through to Title Douluo, what would the Martial Soul Hall's ten Title Douluo amount to? They would hammer the Martial Soul Hall's ten Title Douluo into dust, and Tang Hao would hammer Qian Daoliu and his son.

"Cough, cough, cough..."

Tang Zhen coughed several more times, a smile on his lips, though his face showed a look of regret. "It is only a pity that my physical condition will not allow me to see that day."

Tang Yuehua's eyes filled with tears. "Father, please do not say such ominous things."

Tang Zhen, with doting and reluctance, stroked Tang Yuehua's head with a pained heart. "Yuehua, during the time the Clear Sky Sect is in seclusion, you will have to work hard to transport supplies to the sect from the outside."

Tang Yuehua nodded firmly, grabbing Tang Zhen's withered hand. "Father, I am your daughter and a member of the Clear Sky Sect. There is no hardship in this; for the sake of the sect, this is what I must do."

Regarding the fact that they needed a woman from their younger generation to earn money to support the sect after it went into seclusion, five of the Six Elders of Clear Sky showed varying degrees of shame on their faces.

Tang Lie's expression remained unchanged; it seemed that in his view, Tang Yuehua supporting the sect—and supporting him—was only natural.

In his eyes, this was how it should be. As a member of the sect, raised by the sect, it was Tang Yuehua's duty to contribute to its growth. Furthermore, while he was not present when the Moonlight Pavilion was established, he had not been without his own contributions behind the scenes.

An innocent man is guilty of his own treasure. With Tang Yuehua running the Moonlight Pavilion and earning such a massive amount of Gold Soul Coins every year, bringing in gold by the day, who wouldn't be jealous?

If not for the Clear Sky Sect as her background, how could Tang Yuehua have established the Moonlight Pavilion so smoothly and turned it into the Heaven Dou Empire's hall-level training base for noble etiquette? If an ordinary person looked like that and dared to step into noble circles, they would have been devoured by the nobles, bones and all, before they could even open a pavilion.

The strength of the Clear Sky Sect included his own share; he was an elder of the Clear Sky Sect, one of its pillars.

"Good, go and prepare," Tang Zhen said in a deep voice. "This matter must be kept strictly confidential. Aside from our Tang family, do not let a single word leak to any affiliated families or sect disciples!"