Tang Hao's Drunkenness, A Failed Father

How can a child cry every single day?

How can a gambler lose every single day?

Yu Xiaogang admitted that this time was merely a minor miscalculation.

But this could not defeat him.

As the continent's number one master of theory.

Even if his soul power dropped to zero, it was of no consequence.

Yu Xiaogang made his living with his brain.

He firmly believed that, relying on his exceptional wisdom.

He would certainly be able to rise above others.

Tang San watched as Yu Xiaogang reignited with inexplicable confidence, and he let out a slight sigh of relief.

Yu Xiaogang's mysterious confidence was still better than him moping around seeking death.

Tang San cast his gaze toward Tang Hao, who was currently drinking heavily.

Ever since Tang San awakened his martial soul, Tang Hao had seen hope in him and had kicked his habit of alcoholism.

But now, having lost a Hundred Thousand Year Soul Bone in one go.

The blow to Tang Hao was no less than losing his wife.

A Hundred Thousand Year Blue Silver Emperor soul bone was incredibly precious.

Tang Hao had originally intended to leave it for Tang San to absorb in the future.

To help him go further and become stronger.

But now, Tang Hao had ruined everything.

"Father, stop drinking."

"A mere soul bone is nowhere near as important as your health."

Seeing Tang Hao in this state, Tang San felt his anger flare up.

If Tang Hao were to sink back into alcoholism, then he would be finished.

Martial Soul Hall was currently hunting him down.

The only backer Tang San could rely on was Tang Hao.

No matter what, Tang San could not let Tang Hao wallow in self-destruction.

"San, it is Father who has failed you..."

Tang Hao's voice was hoarse.

The value of a Hundred Thousand Year Soul Bone could not be compensated for by a simple apology.

If Ah Yin were still alive and knew he had gambled away a Hundred Thousand Year Soul Bone, she would surely be angered to death.

Tang San gritted his teeth in hatred, but on the surface, he had to pretend he didn't care.

"It's fine, Father."

"It's just a soul bone, after all!"

"Even without a Hundred Thousand Year Soul Bone, I can still become a god."

Tang San was full of confidence.

Having lived two lifetimes, he had the grounds for such arrogance.

"San, do you really not 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 curse him as a prodigal son.

"Father, I am your son; how could I blame you?"

"I know you did all of this for my own good."

"Even if we lost, we can only blame our bad luck."

Tang San appeared very reasonable.

But in his heart, he had already cursed Tang Hao to high heaven.

When Tang Hao had taken out the Hundred Thousand Year Blue Silver Emperor soul bone to place the bet, Tang San had already felt it was too risky.

One had to know that the preciousness of a soul bone far exceeded anything else.

If soul power was gone, one could cultivate it back.

At most, it would waste some time.

But if a soul bone was gone, it was truly gone forever.

Furthermore, this was a Hundred Thousand Year Soul Bone.

It belonged to the absolute peak tier.

Yet Tang Hao, much like Yu Xiaogang, possessed a mysterious confidence.

He was incredibly certain that Qian Xunji would lose.

He had bet on Zhongli Wu without the slightest hesitation.

Now, however, Tang Hao had no chance to regret his decision even if he wanted to.

Tang San's persona as a filial son.

Left Tang Hao deeply moved.

"As expected of my good son."

"Your father did not misjudge you."

Tang Hao had originally been carrying a heavy psychological burden.

He felt he had failed both his son and his late wife.

But now, hearing Tang San's words of comfort, Tang Hao immediately felt much better.

Since Tang San, the person directly involved, did not care.

Then he had no need to keep dwelling on it.

At worst, he would just find a way to kill another Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast in the future to compensate Tang San!

Seeing that Tang Hao had finally stopped drinking, Tang San breathed a sigh of relief.

If it weren't for the fact that he still had to rely on Tang Hao.

Tang San wouldn't have bothered saying so much.

Back when Tang Hao was drinking in Holy Soul Village, Tang San had never once tried to persuade him otherwise.

If Tang Hao had drunk himself to death, it would have just saved him from being dragged down.

But today is different from the past.

Tang Hao's life and death were tied to Tang San's future.

Tang San did not want Tang Hao to remain despondent.

"San, through this incident, your father has seen your calmness and resolve, which far exceed those of your peers."

"Possessing such a temperament shows that I did not misjudge you."

"You will surely achieve great things in the future."

"For you, this can also be considered a decent psychological tempering."

Tang Hao patted Tang San's shoulder with gratification.

A Hundred Thousand Year Soul Bone in exchange for a bit of psychological tempering for Tang San.

This trade could be considered not too much of a loss.

Tang San rolled his eyes, speechless to the extreme.

"Hao, you truly have no self-awareness."

If he hadn't been completely out of options, Tang San would never have said such a thing.

What kind of nonsense psychological tempering; Tang San didn't want it at all.

How did I end up with such an unreliable father?

Tang San silently complained in his heart.

On the other side, in the Heaven Dou Empire...

Qian Renxue paced back and forth in her bedchamber, deep in thought.

She was calculating what excuse she could use to return to Martial Soul Hall.

With Qian Xunji resurrected, Qian Renxue, as his daughter, had to return home no matter what.

When she first received the news of Qian Xunji's death, Qian Renxue felt as if the sky had collapsed.

Bibi Dong had never liked her, and to make matters worse, she had lost her father at a young age.

This resulted in Qian Renxue suffering from a severe lack of affection.

If she could, Qian Renxue would also have wanted a complete childhood.

To be doted on by her parents and live without a care in the world.

"Young Master, it is not appropriate to return to Martial Soul Hall right now."

As the Crown Prince, Qian Renxue was held in high regard by Emperor Xue Ye.

Matters both large and small were left for Qian Renxue to handle.

If Qian Renxue were to leave at this time.

It would inevitably arouse the suspicion of Emperor Xue Ye.

If Qian Renxue were exposed because of this, all their efforts over the years would be wasted.

Furthermore, Snake Lance Douluo had heard that Qian Xunji had seized the position of Pope from Bibi Dong the moment he returned.

Martial Soul Hall was currently undergoing a massive power reshuffle.

For Qian Renxue to return at this time would be truly unwise.

Qian Renxue nodded slightly as she listened to Snake Lance Douluo's analysis.

The logic held up.

It was indeed not a good time for her to return now.

Regarding Qian Xunji seizing the position of Pope from Bibi Dong immediately upon his return, Qian Renxue found it difficult to say much.

On one side was her father, and on the other was her mother.

Qian Renxue could not take sides.

Shrek Academy...

When Chrysanthemum and Ghost Douluo arrived with the group of Title Douluo from the Elder Hall, the place was already deserted.

Tang San and the others had long since gone their separate ways.

Only a dilapidated academy remained.

"Yue Guan, Gui Mei, what is the meaning of this?"

"We mobilized our entire force, yet this is the result we get."

"How are we supposed to report this to the Pope when we return?"

Ghost Leopard Douluo's expression was grim.

This time, in order to eliminate Tang San, a major threat, everyone from the Elder Hall had been forcibly summoned, regardless of whether they had other missions.

Everyone had been prepared for a great battle.

But now, Tang San and the others had all fled.

What were they supposed to use to satisfy Bibi Dong?

"Damn it!"

"Tang Hao, that coward, has gone into hiding again."

Chrysanthemum Douluo cursed in a fit of rage.

He unleashed his attacks wildly, destroying Shrek Academy.

With Tang San and the others gone, he could already foresee Bibi Dong's fury.

"Since everyone has fled, let's hurry back and report the situation to the Pope."

"When it comes down to it, this is entirely the negligence of Yue Guan and Gui Mei."

Lingyuan Douluo sneered.

In her heart, she was silently planning to replace Chrysanthemum and Ghost Douluo and become the Pope's confidante.