Tang San Returns to the Sect

That afternoon, Tang San left the Spirit Academy all by himself.

He told no one; even Dai Mubai and the others only knew he was returning to the sect, unaware of his specific plans.

Throughout the journey, Tang San felt incredibly stifled. The humiliation he had suffered over the past two days gnawed at his heart like a venomous snake. Being kicked away by Xiao Wu, mocked by the entire student body, ignored after reporting to the academy administration, and finally forced to call her "Grand Auntie" in public...

Every single incident was like a nail, driven deep into his pillar of shame.

Growing up as a direct descendant of the Clear Sky Sect, when had Tang San ever suffered such grievances?

He had to get his revenge!

The Clear Sky Sect, as the number one sect in the world, was situated atop an incredibly precipitous mountain range within the Heaven Dou Empire. The location was shrouded in mist year-round, making it impossible for ordinary people to find the path up.

Relying on his sect token, Tang San navigated through layers of illusions and finally returned to this place that was both familiar and foreign.

The mountain gate, towering into the clouds, and the giant stone engraved with the characters "Clear Sky," all manifested the dominance and majesty of the sect. Inside, disciples came and went, each radiating powerful fluctuations of Soul Power.

Seeing Tang San, many disciples stopped and bowed respectfully, "Greetings, Young Master."

Tang San merely nodded expressionlessly and walked straight toward the depths of the sect.

He did not go to see his father, Tang Hao.

On one hand, he was too ashamed to tell his illustrious father that he had been beaten by a female student of a lower rank than himself.

On the other hand, Tang Hao had a temper as explosive as thunder; if he found out his son had disgraced the Clear Sky Sect, he would likely break his legs.

Therefore, he chose to seek out his uncle, the current Sect Master of the Clear Sky Sect, Tang Xiao.

Compared to Tang Hao's violent nature, Tang Xiao's personality was much more composed and easier to communicate with.

Passing through the martial arts arena and bypassing the council hall, Tang San arrived before a quiet courtyard. This was the residence of Sect Master Tang Xiao.

"Tang San requests an audience with Uncle," he said loudly while standing outside the courtyard.

"Come in," a deep and majestic voice echoed from within.

Tang San pushed the door open and entered, seeing a burly middle-aged man sitting by a stone table in the center of the courtyard. He wore a simple grey robe, his black hair neatly tied behind his head, and his face was seventy percent similar to Tang Hao's, yet his temperament was entirely different. If Tang Hao was a drawn blade with its edge fully exposed, Tang Xiao was a precious sword hidden in its scabbard—heavy and restrained.

Just sitting there quietly, he possessed the demeanor of a grandmaster, standing like an abyss or a mountain, making one dare not underestimate him.

This man was none other than the Sect Master of the Clear Sky Sect, a level 97 Super Douluo, the Howling Sky Douluo, Tang Xiao!

"Uncle." Tang San walked to the stone table, bowed deeply, his voice tinged with a hint of choking and grievance, "Uncle, I... I have brought shame to the family."

Tang Xiao raised his eyelids, his deep gaze falling upon Tang San as he spoke slowly, "Hmm, Tang San, sit down and speak. What exactly happened?"

His voice was calm, yet it carried an inherent power to soothe the heart.

Tang San sat on the stone stool, gathered his emotions, and began his embellished performance.

He described how he had been provoked by Xiao Wu for no reason at the academy, how he was defeated by her bizarre methods, how he was humiliated, and he even tearfully added the fabricated detail of being "forced to call her Grand Auntie."

In his account, Xiao Wu became an unreasonable, bullying tyrant, and the four girls in her dormitory became a small gang colluding with evil forces outside the school to commit crimes.

As for himself, he was a lone hero who had tried to uphold justice for his classmates, only to be persecuted in return.

"...They didn't just beat me, they humiliated me and forced me to call them Grand Auntie! Uncle, this isn't just a slap to my face, it's a slap to the face of our entire Clear Sky Sect!" By the end, Tang San's eyes were red, his voice filled with grief and indignation.

Tang Xiao listened quietly, his face devoid of any expression.

Only after Tang San finished did he pick up the teacup on the table and take a light sip.

The courtyard was silent, save for the rustling of wind through the leaves.

Tang San felt a bit anxious; he didn't know if his story could move this uncle who never wore his emotions on his sleeve.

Finally, Tang Xiao set down the teacup with a soft "clack."

"Hmph."

A cold snort escaped Tang Xiao's nostrils; it wasn't loud, but it made the surrounding air seem to freeze.

"A bunch of yellow-haired girls, they go too far!" A sharp, icy glint flashed in Tang Xiao's eyes, "Since when has the direct bloodline of my dignified Clear Sky Sect been subject to such bullying by outsiders!"

Tang San felt a surge of joy; he knew it was working!

"Exactly, Uncle!" He seized the opportunity to strike while the iron was hot, "It would be one thing if I suffered a little grievance alone. But now this matter is spreading like wildfire throughout the academy; everyone knows that the Young Master of the Clear Sky Sect was beaten by a few girls without the ability to fight back. Where does that leave the face of our Clear Sky Sect?"

Tang Xiao stood up and paced the courtyard twice. His burly figure cast a large shadow, creating a sense of intense pressure.

He stopped, turned around, and looked at Tang San with a meaningful gaze.

"Tang San, I understand what you mean," Tang Xiao said slowly, "You want me, or to send the sect elders to the academy, to help you get this back."

Tang San nodded quickly.

"However..." Tang Xiao's tone shifted, "Have you thought about it? A Douluo of our Clear Sky Sect going to deal with a few female students not even twenty years old. Even if we win, if word gets out, what will the world say about our Clear Sky Sect? Will they call us imposing, or will they say we are bullying the weak and have no shame?"

Tang San was stunned; he truly hadn't considered this aspect.

"Then... then what should I do?"

A mysterious smile curled the corners of Tang Xiao's mouth.

"Instead of calling others to take revenge, why not take this revenge with your own hands?" He looked at Tang San, saying each word clearly, "Only then will it truly resolve the hatred in your heart. Furthermore, you can become stronger because of it."

A look of confusion appeared in Tang San's eyes: "Uncle, what do you mean?"

Tang Xiao walked up to him and patted his shoulder, a gentle yet majestic surge of Soul Power flowing from his palm into Tang San's body.

"Tang San, do not underestimate yourself." A light flickered in Tang Xiao's eyes, a light known as "ambition."

"Have you forgotten? You are a once-in-a-century... Twin Martial Souls!"

"Twin Martial Souls!" Tang San instantly understood his uncle's meaning.

Yes, besides the Blue Silver Grass, a Martial Soul that appeared to be trash, he possessed another far more powerful and secretive Martial Soul: the Clear Sky Hammer!

It was the supreme glory inherited from his father, Tang Hao, representing the strongest assault-type Martial Soul under heaven!

"But Father said that I must wait until my Blue Silver Grass reaches level 70 and I have obtained my seventh soul ring before I can begin adding soul rings to the Clear Sky Hammer," Tang San said with some hesitation.

This was the rule Tang Hao had set for him; exposing his second Martial Soul too early could invite the jealousy of others.