Within the Clear Sky Hall.
Tang Zhen was sitting on the main seat, with his back straight and his hands resting on the armrests, his face ashen and silent.
Tang Lie and others sat on both sides of Xia Shou, also silent.
They either looked down at the ground, or looked sideways out of the window, or played with the tea cups in their hands, or closed their eyes to relax, but from the corner of their eyes, everyone glanced at Tang Zhen on the main seat from time to time, observing the changes in his expression.
For a moment, the hall fell into silence.
The silence was like a heavy boulder, weighing on everyone's heart.
It was obvious that both parties were impatient with waiting, but they just sat there, staring at each other, neither of them willing to speak first.
After a long time, Tang Lie, who had a bad temper, finally couldn't hold himself back any longer.
He changed his posture, leaned forward, put his hands on his knees, but his eyes fell on the ground, as if he felt guilty and did not dare to look at Tang Zhen.
"Brother, we have all heard about Xiao'er."
"You... have your condolences."
Tang Zhen heard this and let out a sigh of relief.
His face didn't change at all, it was still livid, but the light in his eyes dimmed a bit.
He spoke with a cold face, his voice was neither salty nor bland, and there was no hint of emotion or anger.
"If you have anything to do, just tell me."
"Then I'll just tell you."
Tang Lie raised his head, looked at Tang Zhen for a moment, then quickly moved away and landed on the stone pillar next to him.
"If something is wrong, brother, please don't blame me."
"It's okay, just tell me."
"Okay, I'll say it." Tang Lie took a deep breath, and then said what he was thinking, "Brother, although Xiao'er is useless, his inheritance Soul Bone is still intact..."
"Bang--!"
"Asshole!"
Tang Zhen heard this and slammed the table. The sound was like thunder exploding in the hall, causing the teacups on the table to jump up and the tea to splash everywhere.
He stood up suddenly, glared at Tang Lie, and said sternly:
"Do you want Xiao'er's life?!"
"Brother, listen to me."
Tang Lie was not deterred by Tang Zhen's anger. He still sat on the chair and said in a consultative tone:
"Xiao'er has two pieces of inheritance Soul Bone."
"We can keep that piece of Head Soul Bone for him. After all, it is Head Soul Bone and cannot be moved."
"But that arm bone..."
"Shut up!" Tang Zhen grabbed the tea cup on the table and threw it towards Tang Lie.
"Pa--!"
The tea cup broke into countless pieces, and tea splashed all over everyone.
Tang Zhen stood up suddenly, glanced over Tang Lie and others, and said with a trembling voice:
"Xiao'er is not only my son, he is also your nephew!"
"You have to think about it with your own conscience. He has just had some physical problems with his front leg, and you are thinking about Soul Bone on his back leg."
"Are you worthy of the title 'uncle' by acting like this?"
"Brother, Xiao'er is not just suffering from some physical condition." Tang Lie lowered his head and looked sideways, avoiding Tang Zhen's gaze, and replied in a deep voice, "He is useless."
"Not only can I no longer continue to practice in the future, but I can't even help the sect."
"How can such a person be worthy enough to continue to keep the inheritance Soul Bone?"
He raised his head and looked directly at Tang Zhen, with a confident and calm look in his eyes.
"Furthermore, what if someone leaks this matter and Xiao'er is targeted by someone with intentions?"
"Instead of that, it's better to ask Xiao'er to hand over that arm bone."
"In this way, we can add a high-level combat force to the sect."
"Putting that piece of Soul Bone on Xiao'er will only collect dust."
"Only when it is handed over to the right junior can it achieve its due value."
"You... you!" Tang Zhen pointed at Tang Lie and others angrily, "You... this is how you act like uncles?!"
"Brother, we are also thinking about the sect."
The second elder Tang Qing interrupted at this time. He leaned forward slightly, crossed his hands on his knees, and looked sincere.
"A piece of inheritance Soul Bone is enough to cultivate an outstanding junior."
"Nowadays, Spirit Hall is gaining momentum, and new generations of Soul Master are emerging one after another. If we, Clear Sky Sect, don't catch up, we may be left behind."
"Yes, brother." Third elder Tang Xuan also agreed.
He nodded and glanced around everyone's faces, finally landing on Tang Zhen.
"Spirit Hall's new generation Soul Master is getting stronger and stronger day by day. That Zhao Linchuan can already defeat Sword Douluo Chen Xin with one sword."
"If we Clear Sky Sect cannot cultivate several powerful Soul Master, then how can we continue to compete with the Spirit Hall?"
"Are we going to wait until someone comes knocking on our door and then we can just arrest them?"
"Yes, brother, you should think twice..."
The fourth elder, fifth elder and others also echoed one after another, and their voices came and went, like a tide, rushing towards Tang Zhen one after another.
Tang Zhen stood in the main seat, his face was ashen, and his lips were pursed into a line.
Looking at these "good brothers", he felt as if a basin of ice water had been poured from head to toe, freezing him to the core.
"You guys are really good uncles to Xiao'er!"
He was so angry that he was shaking all over. He glanced back and forth in the palace, looking at these brothers who came to "force the palace" with red eyes.
There was anger, disappointment, and a deep, unspeakable sadness in those eyes.
He knew in his heart that these people were his biological brothers, so he had the confidence to speak out these words.
If he didn't have the strength of Titled Douluo, then his good brothers would probably have to forcefully "peel" off the two pieces of Soul Bone from Tang Xiao!
In the same way, it is precisely because of their Titled Douluo level of strength that these people are afraid of taking any action. They only dare to talk and do not dare to take any actual actions.
They spoke loud and clear, "for the sect" and "for the younger generation".
But he knew exactly what was going on in his mind.
What they want is just that piece of Soul Bone, those cultivation resources, just to have one more strong person in their branch, so that they can gain more say in the sect.
And they also know very well that their "forced pregnancy" will never work.
He Tang Zhen is not a soft persimmon, and there is no way he would hand over his son's Soul Bone just because of a few words from them.
And the reason why they do this is also very simple, they are reaching out to ask for something.
Get the best you can, and there is no loss if you don't get it.
Anyway, the words have been spoken and the gesture has been made.
In the days to come, they can confidently say, "We are doing this for the sake of the sect, but my eldest brother refuses."
Even if their father comes back, they still occupy the same space.