What child cried every single day?
What gambler lost every single day?
Yu Xiaogang admitted that this time, he had made only a small mistake.
But it wasn't enough to defeat him.
As the continent's greatest theoretical master,
even if his Soul Power dropped to level zero, it wouldn't matter.
Yu Xiaogang made his living with his brains.
He firmly believed that, with his exceptional wisdom,
he could become a man among men.
Seeing Yu Xiaogang's inexplicable confidence rekindle, Tang San felt a little relieved.
Yu Xiaogang's baffling self-confidence was still better than his wanting to die.
Tang San turned his gaze toward Tang Hao, who was drinking himself into a stupor.
Ever since Tang San awakened his Martial Soul, Tang Hao had seen hope in him and kicked his drinking habit.
But now, he had lost a Hundred Thousand Year Soul Bone in one fell swoop.
The blow to Tang Hao was no less than losing his wife.
How precious the Hundred-Thousand-Year Blue Silver Emperor Soul Bone was.
Tang Hao had planned to leave it for Tang San to absorb in the future,
so it could help him go further and grow stronger.
But now, Tang Hao had ruined everything.
"Father, stop drinking."
"What does one Soul Bone matter? Your health is far more important."
Seeing Tang Hao like this, Tang San was so angry he could hardly contain himself.
If Tang Hao fell back into his drinking habit, he would be done for.
The Spirit Hall was hunting him now.
Tang Hao was the only backer Tang San could count on.
No matter what, Tang San couldn't let Tang Hao throw himself away.
"Xiao San, your father has let you down..."
Tang Hao's voice was hoarse.
The preciousness of a Hundred Thousand Year Soul Bone couldn't be made up for with a mere apology.
If Ah Yin were still alive and learned that he had gambled away a Hundred Thousand Year Soul Bone, she would surely be furious enough to die.
Tang San was grinding his teeth with hatred inside, but he still had to pretend he didn't care.
"It's fine, Father."
"It's just a Soul Bone!"
"Even without a Hundred Thousand Year Soul Bone, I can still become a god."
Tang San was brimming with confidence.
Having lived two lives, he had every reason to be arrogant.
"Xiao San, you really don't blame me?"
Tang Hao was filled with guilt.
If the people of the Clear Sky Sect found out he had lost a Hundred Thousand Year Soul Bone,
they would surely call him a wastrel.
"Father, I'm your son. How could I blame you?"
"I know you did all this for my sake."
"If we lost, we can only blame our bad luck."
Tang San acted as if he were perfectly understanding.
But in his heart, he was cursing Tang Hao to high heaven.
When Tang Hao had taken out the Hundred-Thousand-Year Blue Silver Emperor Soul Bone as a stake, Tang San had thought it was risky.
After all, Soul Bones were far more precious than anything else.
If you lost Soul Power, you could cultivate it again.
At most, it would waste some time.
But if you lost a Soul Bone, it was gone for good.
What's more, this was a Soul Bone of the Hundred Thousand Year level,
the very highest tier.
But Tang Hao, like Yu Xiaogang, had been bafflingly confident.
He had been absolutely certain that Qian Xunji would lose.
Without a moment's hesitation, he had bet on Zhongli Wu.
Now, Tang Hao didn't even have the chance to regret it.
Tang San's filial-son act
moved Tang Hao deeply.
"What a good son I have."
"Your father didn't misjudge you."
Tang Hao had been burdened with guilt,
feeling that he had let down both his son and his late wife.
But after hearing Tang San comfort him, he immediately felt much better.
If Tang San, the one directly affected, didn't care,
then he had no need to keep brooding over it.
At worst, he could find a way to kill another Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast and make it up to Tang San!
Seeing Tang Hao finally stop drinking, Tang San immediately breathed a sigh of relief.
If he didn't still need to rely on Tang Hao,
Tang San wouldn't have bothered saying so much.
Back when Tang Hao had drunk himself senseless in Holy Soul Village, Tang San had never tried to stop him.
If Tang Hao had drunk himself to death, Tang San would have been spared the burden.
But things were different now.
Tang Hao's life or death affected Tang San's future.
Tang San didn't want Tang Hao to sink into despair.
"Xiao San, after what happened, your father saw how much calmer and more determined you are than others your age."
"Your ability to stay so composed proves I didn't misjudge you."
"You're destined for greatness."
"For you, this was a good test of your resolve."
Tang Hao patted Tang San's shoulder in relief.
A Hundred Thousand Year Soul Bone in exchange for a test of Tang San's resolve.
It wasn't that bad of a deal.
Tang San rolled his eyes, speechless.
"Haotou, you really have no self-awareness."
If he hadn't been out of options, Tang San wouldn't have said any of that.
What nonsense about testing his resolve? Tang San didn't want that.
"How did I end up with such an unreliable father?"
Tang San silently grumbled to himself.
Meanwhile, in the Heaven Dou Empire...
Qian Renxue paced back and forth in her bedroom, thinking.
She was figuring out what excuse she could use to return to the Spirit Hall.
Now that Qian Xunji had come back to life, Qian Renxue, his daughter, had to go home, no matter what.
When she had first learned of Qian Xunji's death, Qian Renxue had felt as if the sky had fallen.
Bibi Dong had never liked her, and then she had lost her father at a young age.
As a result, Qian Renxue was starved of affection.
If she could, Qian Renxue would have wanted a happy childhood, too.
With parents who doted on her, and a carefree life.
"Your Highness, now is not a good time to return to the Spirit Hall."
As Crown Prince, Qian Renxue was held in high regard by Emperor Xue Ye.
He entrusted her with matters both great and small.
If Qian Renxue left now,
Emperor Xue Ye would inevitably grow suspicious.
If Qian Renxue were exposed because of it, all their years of effort would be for nothing.
What's more, Snake Lance Douluo had heard that as soon as Qian Xunji returned, he had taken the position of Pontiff from Bibi Dong.
The Spirit Hall was now undergoing a massive reshuffle of power.
For Qian Renxue to return at a time like this would be unwise.
Listening to Snake Lance Douluo's analysis, Qian Renxue nodded slightly.
He had a point.
This really wasn't a good time for her to go back.
As for Qian Xunji taking the position of Pontiff from Bibi Dong as soon as he returned,
Qian Renxue really didn't know what to say.
One was her father, and the other was her mother.
She couldn't take either one's side.
At Shrek Academy...
By the time Chrysanthemum and Ghost Douluo and the Titled Douluos from the Elder Hall arrived, the place was already deserted.
Tang San and the others had long since gone their separate ways.
All that remained was a dilapidated academy.
"Yue Guan, Gui Mei, what happened here?"
"We came out in full force, and this is what we have to show for it?"
"How are we supposed to explain this to the Pontiff when we return?"
Ghost Leopard Douluo's face was grim.
This time, to eliminate Tang San, their greatest threat,
everyone in the Elder Hall had been forcibly summoned, whether they had other duties or not.
They had all been ready for a major battle.
But now, Tang San and the others had all run off.
What were they supposed to tell Bibi Dong?
"Damn it!"
"That coward Tang Hao has hidden himself away again."
Chrysanthemum Douluo cursed furiously.
He unleashed attack after attack, destroying Shrek Academy.
Tang San and the others had escaped, and he could already imagine Bibi Dong's fury.
"Since they've all run off, we should hurry back and report what happened to the Pontiff."
"Ultimately, this is all Yue Guan and Gui Mei's failure."
Lingyuan Douluo gave a cold laugh.
In her heart, she quietly plotted to replace Chrysanthemum and Ghost Douluo as the Pontiff's trusted aides.