Tang Hao's Utter Hypocrisy, Ah Yin's Tears!

"I am not insane."

"Ah Yin, listen to me."

"His current strength is immense, his talent rare throughout history, and the bloodline power within him is as vast as the sea."

"As long as I kill him, drain his bloodline, and seize the endless resources he currently controls, I will certainly be able to resurrect you."

"I want you to return to the complete person you once were, not remain a blade of grass forever hiding in the darkness!"

Ah Yin fell into a state of grief and collapse.

"No! I will never allow you to do this!"

"He is my son, the flesh and blood I risked my life to bring into this world!"

"I would rather be a blade of grass for the rest of my life, I would rather wither and die this instant, than ever trade my son's life for my own!"

"Tang Hao, if you dare to touch a single hair on his head, I will never forgive you!"

The blades of grass drooped powerlessly to the ground, their crystalline glow turning incredibly dim.

Ah Yin was weeping, a voiceless sorrow that filled the entire stone chamber.

Tang Hao stood up, looking down at the Blue Silver Grass on the ground.

His expression remained unchanged, his tone as flat as ever.

"Think what you will, but my mind is made up."

"I have no feelings for him."

"When he was born, we were hunted by Martial Soul Hall. While that blood debt must be settled with Qian Xunji, it was also because of him that I lost you."

"For all these years, I have not raised him for a single day."

"In my heart, only Xiao San is my son; he is nothing more than a stranger carrying a treasure."

"As long as it can resurrect you, let alone kill a son I have never met, even if I had to slaughter everyone in this world, I, Tang Hao, would not even frown."

Having said that, Tang Hao turned around and strode toward the water curtain.

He ignored the Blue Silver Grass behind him, which was trembling frantically and begging desperately.

His figure flashed, passing through the waterfall and disappearing into the night.

The moon was dark and the wind was high.

In a small grove behind Shrek Academy.

Tang San was sitting cross-legged on the ground, circulating his Mysterious Heaven Skill.

Sweat slid down his cheeks, and a large patch of his clothes was already soaked through.

Lately, he had been training harder than ever, almost to the point of forgetting to eat or sleep.

A faint sound of wind swept across the treetops.

Tang San immediately opened his eyes, looking ahead with vigilance.

Tang Hao, wearing his tattered black robe, walked slowly out of the shadows.

"Dad."

Seeing who it was, Tang San hurriedly stood up and brushed the dirt off his clothes.

Tang Hao looked Tang San up and down.

Watching his youngest son's exhausted yet resilient appearance, his gaze softened significantly.

"How has your cultivation been progressing lately?"

Tang Hao walked over to a large rock and sat down, asking casually.

Tang San sighed, unable to hide the disappointment in his expression.

"I've hit a bottleneck."

"Everyone is training with all their might, but progress remains very slow."

"Especially Mubai and Hongjun; ever since Zhuqing was forcibly taken away by that Tang Yu, they have been harboring a fire in their hearts."

"The atmosphere in the academy has been very oppressive."

"The teachers are also at their wits' end."

Tang San paused, then continued to report the news he had recently heard.

"By the way, Dad, news has come from the Northwest Three Provinces."

"That Tang Yu, who was enfeoffed as Prince Wuyang, is going to hold a grand banquet at the Blue Silver King Mansion and has invited all the forces of the world."

"Grandmaster previously went to find Liu Erlong, hoping to get Zhuqing back through her, but he failed."

"Now, here at Shrek Academy, everyone is conflicted, not knowing whether we should join the excitement of this banquet or look for an opportunity to probe the truth."

Tang Hao let out a cold sneer.

"Go join the fun? With your current meager strength, going there is just throwing your lives away."

"This is not a game you are qualified to participate in."

"That Tang Yu just established his authority by stepping on the head of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect; this banquet is nothing but a test of submission."

"If you go, you'll only be able to bow your heads and play the coward. If you have this much spare time, you'd be better off running a few more laps around the training ground."

"You don't need to go, and none of the Shrek Eight Devils need to go either."

Tang San clenched his fists until his knuckles turned white.

"I am not reconciled to this!"

"Father, we Shrek Eight Devils are supposed to be a collective that lives and dies together."

"Now that Zhuqing has fallen into his clutches, we don't even dare to show our faces at his door."

"When it comes down to it, it's because we are too weak. But we truly lack top-tier cultivation resources right now."

"Relying solely on meditation and ordinary simulated environments, we can't catch up to the core disciples of those major sects, let alone contend with Tang Yu, who commands his own armies and possesses wealth that rivals a nation."

The more Tang San spoke, the more stifled he felt, his eyes turning slightly red.

Watching his son in this frustrated state, a plan immediately surfaced in Tang Hao's mind.

That eldest son he had never met was now a walking, super-sized treasure vault.

Having subjugated the wealthiest Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect in the Heaven Dou Empire and seized the Northwest Three Provinces, he held an unknown quantity of heavenly treasures in his hands.

If he killed Tang Yu, not only could he use his life to extend and resurrect Ah Yin, but all this overflowing wealth and massive amount of cultivation resources could be used to pave the way for Xiao San!

It was truly a heaven-sent opportunity.

Tang Hao stood up and reached out to pat Tang San heavily on the shoulder.

"You don't need to worry about the resources."

"Leave it all to me."

"Since his Blue Silver King Mansion is throwing a grand banquet, I will go and pay a visit myself."

"I will bring back enough cultivation resources to ensure you and your companions make rapid progress in a short amount of time."

Tang San looked up in surprise.

"Father, you are going to attend this banquet yourself? But that Tang Yu..."

"You just need to stay in the academy and cultivate with peace of mind."

Tang Hao interrupted Tang San.

"Remember, without my permission, you are absolutely forbidden from stepping even half a step into the Northwest Three Provinces."

"Once I infiltrate the banquet and finish what needs to be done, all problems will be solved upon my return."

Having said this, Tang Hao didn't even say goodbye before leaping into the air.

His entire figure soared like a night bird, disappearing into the vast darkness after a few bounds.

He left Tang San standing there alone, his face full of confusion.

He did not understand why his father would personally go to such a dangerous place.

But since his father had made a promise, he must have absolute certainty.

Tang San took a deep breath, sat down cross-legged once more, and continued to cultivate his Mysterious Heaven Skill.

The towering, precipitous mountain peak reached into the clouds, surrounded year-round by dark, overcast skies.

From time to time, thick bolts of lightning tore through the sky, striking the mountain's lightning-repelling array and erupting with deafening roars.

This was the base of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan, one of the Upper Three Sects.

Inside the main hall on the peak, the atmosphere was suppressed to the extreme.

Yu Yuanzhen sat high upon the massive lightning throne, his hair and beard bristling, his face full of rage.

On the bluestone floor below, Yu Xiaogang stood stubbornly, neck craned as he argued his case.

"Father!"

Yu Xiaogang clenched his hands into fists at his sides, his voice trembling slightly from agitation.

"That Tang Yu is simply going too far!"