Tang Hao's Face Changed So Fast, Xiao Wu Was Shocked: Had Ah Yin's Sacrifice Actually Been Tang Hao's Plan?

After hearing Gu Yuena's analysis, only icy disgust remained in her eyes.

"I understand."

Gu Yuena said coldly.

"He didn't love Ah Yin. He loved the 'great, loving man' that he saw himself as.

"Ah Yin's life, her sacrifice, even the hope of her resurrection—all of it was just a prop he used to craft the image of himself as a tragic hero and move himself.

"Humans... truly are still the same."

Just as the Soul Beast Co-Lord of the Star Dou Great Forest saw through Tang Hao's hypocritical mask, the Sky Screen's images continued to flow and shift.

This time, the scene returned to Holy Soul Village six years earlier, to that run-down blacksmith's shop.

[Time had flown by, and the baby of yesteryear had grown into a frail but sensible child.

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

On the screen, six-year-old Tang San returned from the village's Spirit Hall, brimming with anticipation, led by Old Jack.

He rushed into the blacksmith's shop and shouted to the man who was still drinking:

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

Tang Hao couldn't even be bothered to raise his eyelids. He merely grunted an indistinct "Mm" and continued pouring liquor into his mouth.

"Dad, look at my Martial Soul."

Tang San held out his right hand. A delicate little blue grass swayed in his palm.

Tang Hao glanced at it, and unconcealed disappointment and disgust flashed in his eyes. He took a large swig of liquor and waved his hand roughly.

"Blue Silver Grass again... A Trash Martial Soul.

"Get out. Don't bother me."

Little Tang San's eyes dimmed at once, and his small hands clenched into fists.

But then, as if summoning all his courage, he held out his left hand.

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

Hum!

A small, exquisite hammer, pitch-black all over yet seemingly imbued with boundless might, silently hovered in the palm of his left hand.

"Clatter!"

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

His eyes, usually clouded, blazed with an unprecedented light!

He darted over to Tang San, grabbed his left hand, and stared fixedly at the little hammer, his body trembling violently with excitement.

"Haha... Hahahaha!"

Tang Hao suddenly threw his head back and roared with laughter. His laughter was wild and unhinged, yet filled with relief. Two streams of cloudy tears slid down his stubble-covered face.

"Twin Martial Souls!

"The Clear Sky Hammer!

"This is my son!

"Ah Yin, do you see?

"This is our son!"

He pulled Tang San into a tight embrace, squeezing so hard that the boy could barely breathe.

The Sky Screen's narration tried to paint the scene as tender and heartwarming:

[The Clear Sky Sect's bloodline had not been severed after all. At that moment, the once-dejected father seemed to see hope for revenge.]

Yet this time, the audience across the continent couldn't bring themselves to smile.

After a brief silence came an even fiercer wave of doubt!

"Something's wrong!

"This is all wrong!

"Wasn't his wife the Blue Silver Emperor?

"Why did he look so disgusted when he saw the Blue Silver Grass Martial Soul?"

"Exactly!

"He doesn't care about Tang San at all. He's made the kid cook for him since childhood, and he couldn't care less when he awakened his Martial Soul. The moment he saw Blue Silver Grass, he called it a Trash Martial Soul...

"But as soon as he saw the Clear Sky Hammer, he got excited and said, 'This is my son'?

"What kind of father does that?"

"I think I get it... He didn't become a wreck to protect the bloodline his wife left behind. He gave up on himself because he'd been crippled, his sect had been placed under a ban, and he couldn't get revenge!

"He doesn't love Tang San as a person. He only loves the 'heir' who possesses the Clear Sky Hammer Martial Soul!"

"What a Clear Sky Douluo!

"What a devoted husband!

"So it was all an act for us!"

The countless Soul Masters who had been moved to tears by Tang Hao now felt their faces burn, as if they'd just been slapped hard.

That towering image of a hero collapsed with a crash!

Outside Shrek Academy's examination grounds, in the branches of that concealed tree.

Tang Hao's body jolted, and his pupils contracted!

He'd never imagined that the Sky Screen would expose even such an old incident, even the thoughts buried deepest in his heart, without mercy!

He could feel the gaze of the entire continent shifting toward the Sky Screen. The awe and sympathy from before had turned into doubt and scorn!

Inside the examination grounds, the atmosphere had grown even colder.

As Xiao Wu watched Tang Hao's unconcealed disgust toward the Blue Silver Grass on the Sky Screen, her small face turned deathly pale in an instant.

Without thinking, she let go of Tang San's hand, which she'd been clutching tightly, and even took half a step back.

That look, that remark—"Trash Martial Soul"—pierced her heart like a sharp thorn.

Wasn't Tang Hao supposed to love his wife deeply?

Then why had he looked so disgusted when Tang San awakened the Blue Silver Grass Martial Soul?

Was he disgusted by Tang San's Blue Silver Grass Martial Soul, or by Ah Yin, the Blue Silver Emperor who had passed that bloodline down to Tang San?

Could it be that the loving couple they'd seen before had all been an act?

And when Ah Yin suddenly let her Soul Beast aura slip, leading to her being hunted down...

Then, right after giving birth, she willingly sacrificed herself to Tang Hao. Could there have been more to that, too?

After all, Tang Hao had already been chosen as the Clear Sky Sect's next Clear Sky Douluo.

Qian Xunji wasn't going to kill Tang Hao outright. His target was only Ah Yin.

In other words, Tang Hao had never been in any danger.

Yet he'd kept dragging Ah Yin around outside. Was he afraid her Soul Beast aura wouldn't be exposed?

So... was Third Brother's father really that kind of person?

If Third Brother's father had followed him in secret even once, he would surely have discovered that she was a Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast.

Then how would he treat her...?

Would he make her sacrifice herself to Third Brother like he had with Ah Yin, so that Third Brother could obtain a Hundred Thousand Year Soul Ring and a Soul Bone?

The more Xiao Wu thought about it, the harder she trembled.

But Tang San was still shaken by what the Sky Screen had revealed.

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

Tang San had been an orphan in his previous life.

In this life, he had become Tang Hao's son.

Even though Tang Hao had always left him to fend for himself, every now and then, he would still toss him a scrap of "fatherly love."

And Tang San would eagerly lap it up like a little dog begging for affection.

"Twin Martial Souls!

"He actually has Twin Martial Souls!

"Hahahaha!"

A thunderous shout broke the silence.

Zhao Wuji's eyes lit up as if he'd stumbled upon a peerless treasure. He slapped his thigh and roared excitedly:

"Well done, kid!

"I was wondering why you were so freakish. Turns out you're a once-in-a-century prodigy with Twin Martial Souls!

"Little Monster!

"You really are a bona fide Little Monster!"

Dai Mubai was also dumbfounded. Then he looked at Tang San with sudden realization.

"So you'd been hiding another trick up your sleeve!

"Twin Martial Souls... No wonder! No wonder you're so freakish!"