Tang Hao's Bargain Is To Be Taken (Extra update for Shi Huang)

Douluo Plane.

Today the weather was perfect: the sky was blue, the clouds were white, the sun was bright, and the sea breeze was gentle.

On the ocean, the surface was calm, with swells rising no more than half a meter.

A large sailing ship traveling between Sea God Island and Vast Sea City on the Douluo Continent moved steadily.

The group from the Clear Sky Tang Clan on board all looked unwell; it was their first time crossing the sea, and the long journey left them feeling quite unaccustomed.

The constant swaying of the ship made them dizzy.

Spending such a long time on the boat, bored and unable to cultivate properly, was incredibly frustrating.

"Sea Dragon, may I ask how much longer the ship must travel before we reach Sea God Island?" Tang Xiao asked respectfully after stepping out of the cabin onto the deck, where he found Sea Dragon Douluo gazing at Bo Saixi with a smile.

"Soon." Sea Dragon Douluo did not grow angry at being interrupted during his time alone with the High Priestess; his tone remained flat and distant.

The successor chosen by Lord Sea God might be able to pass all the divine trials and inherit the Sea God Position of Lord Sea God Poseidon.

However, inheriting the Sea God Position required the High Priestess to sacrifice her life to initiate the final inheritance ceremony.

As a simp for Bo Saixi, Sea Dragon Douluo was unwilling, nor did he wish for the woman he loved to be sacrificed for another man.

Even if it were the order of Lord Sea God Poseidon, intended to give birth to a new Sea God.

Tang Xiao's face showed no emotional fluctuation, but deep down, he was quite dissatisfied with Sea Dragon Douluo's perfunctory answer.

The other party had said "soon" yesterday, and "soon" again today.

How was this any different from those gamblers who promised to pay "tomorrow," only to say "tomorrow" again when the day arrived?

But asking Bo Saixi—who was dignified, elegant, expressionless, and kept everyone at a distance—made Tang Xiao feel somewhat awkward.

"Someone is coming." Bo Saixi spoke suddenly, her tone heavy with unprecedented gravity.

Her voice startled everyone on the ship, and people emerged from the cabins, the stern, and other areas onto the deck.

Everyone's gaze turned forward.

Above, black clouds pressed down, and thunder roared.

Giant waves surged upon the sea.

"A storm is coming," a Sea Soul Master warned the crowd.

"No, that is not a storm; it is not a natural phenomenon." Bo Saixi's tone was laced with anger.

She was a level 99 Limit Douluo, a wielder of the Sea God Martial Soul, and possessed spiritual power at the peak of the Spirit Domain realm.

While others with weaker strength mistook it for a natural disaster, she knew clearly that this phenomenon was man-made.

And the man who caused this phenomenon was the one Bo Saixi "hated the most."

A bolt of lightning struck, catching everyone by surprise; they had no way to react.

When the lightning dissipated, the crowd heard a crackling sound.

A handsome man with silver hair, red eyes, and white robes appeared before them, his feet treading on empty air, his posture straight.

"Is that the Spirit Hall Pope, Qian Xunji?" Tang Xiao was deeply puzzled upon seeing the familiar face. "Why have his hair and eye colors changed?"

Could his Martial Soul have undergone a mutation?

"Asura Successor, the sea does not welcome you!" Bo Saixi's demeanor turned irritable the moment she saw Qian Xunji.

The Sea Soul Masters on Sea God Island knew the inside story and were not surprised by this scene.

Seeing Qian Xunji arrive, Sea Dragon Douluo's burly body trembled involuntarily, and his face twisted with anger, yet he dared not speak.

He knew clearly that the gap in strength between himself and Qian Xunji was like an insurmountable chasm.

The members of the Clear Sky Tang Clan, who were unaware of the truth, were shocked to see Bo Saixi—who was usually dignified, elegant, and expressionless—actually lose her temper.

The contrast was absolute, and it had a unique flavor to it.

The goddess finally had a touch of mortal life.

The twin peaks before her heaved violently.

Qian Xunji ignored Bo Saixi, who had transformed into a shrew upon seeing him.

He had stopped his cultivation primarily because he saw Tang Xiao on the ocean.

The original body was not much older than Tang Xiao and had met him many times, including the day of the Pope's coronation when Tang Chen and Tang Zhen brought Tang Xiao to offer congratulations, so Qian Xunji recognized him at a glance.

Tang Xiao mingling with the Sea Soul Masters of Sea God Island successfully caught his attention and piqued his interest.

[Name: Tang Hao]
[Nickname: The Secret Room Douluo's most strict father]

The System Appraisal was being cheeky again.

Young, hygienic, dressed reasonably cleanly, but with a rugged appearance—Tang Hao, little Hao.

Why were Tang Xiao, Tang Hao, and a group of direct descendants of the Clear Sky Tang Clan who possessed the Clear Sky Hammer appearing on the ocean?

Qian Xunji cast his gaze toward Tang Xiao, a hint of mockery flashing in his eyes as he spoke to take advantage of him: "Isn't this my dear nephew Tang Xiao? What has driven you to come out to the sea?"

"The ocean is quite dangerous. You are weak and lack the ability to fly, so hurry back to the mainland before you force your father to bury his own son."

Ignored by Qian Xunji, Bo Saixi was so furious she panted like an ox, her eyes turning blood-red as she shouted, "Ninth Soul Skill, Summon Sea God!"

This time, Qian Xunji did absolutely nothing.

What could happen even if Bo Saixi summoned Sea God Poseidon down?

A massive Sea God Phantom appeared over the ocean, a sliver of Sea God's divine consciousness descending to the mortal realm in response to the summons.

The great sucker, the punching bag, Sea God Poseidon had arrived.

His body was wreathed in blue-gold special effects, his aura imposing and filled with overwhelming pressure.

Seeing Lord Sea God Poseidon descend, the Sea Soul Masters didn't say a word, immediately kneeling in worship.

When the members of the Clear Sky Tang Clan saw this, they felt the peerless, irresistible power radiating from Sea God Poseidon—a strength far surpassing that of Tang Chen, Qian Daoliu, or Bo Saixi.

Their legs buckled, and they knelt down.

Kneeling to a deity was no disgrace.

But as Tang Hao knelt to worship the Sea God, Qian Xunji flashed before him, standing with his hands behind his back, his back turned to Tang Hao.

It was a whim; he simply felt like taking advantage of little Hao, so he acted on it.

"Qian Xunji!" Tang Hao's eyes split with rage as he seethed, Bastard Qian Xunji, how dare you take advantage of me! I, Tang Hao, am kneeling to Lord Sea God Poseidon, not to you, the Pope of Spirit Hall!

Tang Hao swore that he would definitely beat the living daylights out of Qian Xunji for taking advantage of him.

He would make Qian Xunji pay back this kneel.

The members of the Clear Sky Tang Clan, who had also been taken advantage of by Qian Xunji, cursed the Spirit Hall Pope in their hearts for his shamelessness.

We were clearly only worshipping Lord Sea God Poseidon, not you, the Pope of Spirit Hall.

You, the Pope of Spirit Hall, have such gall; not only do you refuse to kneel and worship Lord Sea God Poseidon, but you dare to commit such an insolent act right in front of us.

To think you would actually sponge off the worship of us, the Clear Sky Tang Clan, right in front of Lord Sea God Poseidon.

If not for the fact that Lord Sea God Poseidon was watching, we would surely summon our Clear Sky Hammer spirits and beat you, the Pope of Spirit Hall, like dough.

We will make you realize that the world's number one Clear Sky Sect, the world's number one Clear Sky Hammer, the peerless War Soul Hammer, the towering Clear Sky Sect—

Cannot be insulted!

Cannot be bullied!

And certainly cannot be taken advantage of!