Tang Hao's Swift Change of Face, Xiao Wu's Shock: Was Ah Yin's Sacrifice Actually Tang Hao's Plan?

After listening to Gu Yuan's analysis, nothing remained in Gu Yuena's eyes but cold disgust.

"I understand."

Gu Yuena said coldly.

"He does not love Ah Yin; he loves that 'great version of himself who loves Ah Yin.'

Ah Yin's life, her sacrifice, and even the hope of her resurrection have all become mere props for him to craft his image as a tragic hero and move himself.

Humans... they truly are just like this."

Just as the master of all soul beasts in the Star Dou Great Forest saw through Tang Hao's mask of hypocrisy, the images on the Sky Screen did not cease; light and shadow swirled, changing once more.

This time, the scene returned to Holy Soul Village six years ago, inside that dilapidated blacksmith shop.

[Time flies, and the infant of the past has grown into a thin but sensible child.

At the age of six, he reached the first turning point of his destiny—the Awakening of the Martial Soul.]

In the image, a six-year-old Tang San, led by Old Jack, returned from the village's Martial Soul Hall full of anticipation.

He rushed into the blacksmith shop and shouted at the man who was still drinking:

"Dad, I'm back! I've awakened my Martial Soul!"

Tang Hao couldn't even be bothered to lift his eyelids; he merely gave a muddled grunt and continued to pour alcohol into his mouth.

"Dad, look at my Martial Soul."

Tang San extended his right hand, and a frail, small blue blade of grass swayed in his palm.

Tang Hao glanced at it, a flash of undisguised disappointment and disgust crossing his eyes. He took a violent swig of wine and waved his hand crudely:

"Blue Silver Grass again... a trash Martial Soul.

Get out, don't bother me."

Little Tang San's eyes dimmed instantly, and his small hands clenched tight.

But immediately after, as if summoning immense courage, he extended his left hand.

"Dad, I... I have another one."

Hum!

A small, exquisite hammer, pitch-black all over yet seemingly containing boundless dominance, floated quietly in the palm of his left hand.

"Clang!"

The wine jug in Tang Hao's hand crashed to the ground, cheap liquor splashing everywhere.

His eyes, perpetually clouded, erupted with an unprecedented brilliance at this moment!

He lunged in front of Tang San, grabbed his left hand, and stared fixedly at the small hammer, his body trembling violently with excitement.

"Haha... Hahahaha!"

Tang Hao suddenly threw his head back and laughed wildly, his laughter filled with madness and relief, as two lines of turbid tears slid down his stubble-covered face.

"Twin Martial Souls!

Clear Sky Hammer!

This is my son!

Ah Yin, do you see?

This is our son!"

He pulled Tang San into a tight embrace, the force so great that little Tang San could barely breathe.

The narration of the Sky Screen attempted to render this scene with warmth:

[The bloodline of the Clear Sky Sect has not been severed; at this moment, the decadent father seems to see the hope of revenge.]

However, this time, the viewers across the continent could not laugh.

After a brief silence came even more intense questioning!

"Something is wrong!

This is so wrong!

Isn't his wife the Blue Silver Emperor?

Why did he have that look of disgust when he saw the Blue Silver Grass Martial Soul?"

"Exactly!

He doesn't care about Tang San at all; he made the child cook for him since he was small, ignored him after his awakening, and called it a trash Martial Soul the moment he saw the Blue Silver Grass...

But the moment he saw the Clear Sky Hammer, he immediately got excited and called him his son?

What kind of father is this?"

"I think I understand... he isn't decadent because he is protecting the bloodline his wife left behind; he is just wallowing in self-pity because he was crippled, his sect was sealed, and he couldn't take revenge!

He doesn't love Tang San as a person at all; he only loves the 'successor' who possesses the Clear Sky Hammer Martial Soul!"

"What a Clear Sky Douluo!

What a devoted husband!

So, everything was just a performance for us to see!"

The countless soul masters who had previously shed tears for Tang Hao now felt a burning sensation on their faces, as if they had been slapped hard.

That towering heroic image collapsed in an instant!

Outside the Shrek Academy assessment grounds, perched upon a hidden tree.

Tang Hao's body shuddered violently, his pupils contracting!

He could never have imagined that the Sky Screen would ruthlessly expose such ancient history, even the deepest thoughts hidden within his heart!

He could feel that the gaze of the entire continent fixed upon the Sky Screen had shifted from previous awe and sympathy to current skepticism and disdain!

Inside the assessment grounds, the atmosphere had plummeted to freezing point.

Watching the undisguised disgust Tang Hao showed toward the Blue Silver Grass on the Sky Screen, Xiao Wu's little face turned deathly pale.

Subconsciously, she loosened her grip on Tang San's hand and even took half a step back involuntarily.

That look, that phrase "useless martial soul," felt like a sharp thorn piercing deep into her heart.

Did Tang Hao not love his wife deeply?

Then why was he so disgusted to see Tang San awaken the Blue Silver Grass martial soul?

Was he disgusted by Tang San's Blue Silver Grass martial soul, or was he disgusted by the Blue Silver Emperor Ah Yin, who had passed the Blue Silver Grass bloodline to Tang San?

Could it be that the loving appearance from before was all just an act?

That incident where Ah Yin suddenly leaked her Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast aura, leading to the pursuit.

And then, sacrificing herself to Tang Hao immediately after giving birth—was there some hidden agenda behind that too?

After all, Tang Hao was the next Clear Sky Douluo already designated by the Clear Sky Sect.

Qian Xunji would not have killed Tang Hao directly; his target was only Ah Yin.

In other words, Tang Hao was never in any mortal danger from the very beginning.

Yet he kept dragging Ah Yin around, as if he were afraid that Ah Yin's Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast aura wouldn't be leaked out?

So... is Third Brother's father this kind of person?

If Third Brother's father were to follow Third Brother in secret just once, he would surely discover her identity as a Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast.

Then, what would his attitude toward her be?

Would he, just like he did with Ah Yin, force her to sacrifice herself to Third Brother in the end, so that Third Brother could obtain a Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Ring and soul bone?

The more Xiao Wu thought about it, the more violently her body trembled.

Tang San, however, remained shocked by the content displayed on the Sky Screen.

To Tang San, wasn't Tang Hao's behavior perfectly normal?

In his previous life, Tang San was an orphan.

In this life, he became Tang Hao's son.

Even though Tang Hao had always taken a hands-off approach, as long as he occasionally doled out a scrap of 'fatherly love,' Tang San would rush up to savor it like a fawning puppy.

"Twin Martial Souls!

It's actually Twin Martial Souls!

Hahahaha!"

A roar shattered the silence.

Zhao Wuji's eyes shone with light, as if he had discovered a peerless treasure. He slapped his thigh and shouted excitedly:

"Good lad!

I was wondering why you were such a freak; it turns out you have the once-in-a-century Twin Martial Souls!

Little Monster!

You really are an out-and-out Little Monster!"

Dai Mubai was also stunned, then looked at Tang San with a sudden realization:

"So you were hiding an ace up your sleeve!

Twin Martial Souls... no wonder! No wonder you're such a freak!"