Xuantian Record, Get! Haotian is a Dog, Fatherly Love and Filial Piety Are Truly Great

Tang San shuddered all over.

In his field of vision, the First Elder of the Law Enforcement Hall was staring down at him from above.

Those eyes were exactly the same as in his past life—filled with disappointment and rage.

Scenes of him sneaking into the forbidden grounds late at night, reading the Xuantian Record by the moonlight, flashed uncontrollably before his eyes.

Every frame was as clear as if it had happened yesterday.

"I have..."

"After being discovered by the Law Enforcement Hall, you did not repent, but instead stole the blueprints for the Buddha Fury Tang Lotus and betrayed the sect. Is that true?"

Tang San's forehead was pressed almost against the ground.

The Hallucination Powder magnified those images a hundredfold, every detail so vivid it made him nauseous.

"I have... this disciple is guilty..."

"You jumped off a cliff to end your life and atone for your sins? Hah."

Xiao Chenyu took a step forward.

His gray cloth boots crunched softly against the fallen leaves.

This sound was amplified a hundred times in Tang San's ears; every step felt like it was crushing his heart.

"Can the debts of the Tang Sect be settled by mere death?"

"Did you think that by jumping off a cliff, the Tang Sect wouldn't be able to find you?"

"Did you think that by being reincarnated, the sect rules wouldn't be able to reach you?"

"Did you think that by transmigrating to Douluo Planet, the sins of your past life would be wiped clean?"

With every word that fell, a corresponding image flashed before Tang San's eyes.

The disappointed gazes of the Law Enforcement Hall elders.

The howling cold wind at the edge of the Ghost Sorrow cliff.

And the suffocating despair of weightlessness as he jumped.

The Hallucination Powder made these images no longer mere memories, but a reality replaying before his eyes.

He saw it all, he saw everything!

"Elder..."

Tang San's voice was completely hoarse, carrying both the unique whimpering of a child and the despair of an adult.

The two distinct tones blended together, sounding exceptionally miserable.

"This disciple..."

"Shut up!"

Xiao Chenyu interrupted him sharply.

Tang San immediately fell silent, like a quail with its neck pinched.

"According to the sect rules, you should have had your martial arts crippled, your tendons and hamstrings severed, and your body sunk to the bottom of the river."

Tang San's entire body trembled violently.

"However—"

Xiao Chenyu paused, letting those two words drift in the morning mist for a moment.

To Tang San's ears, those two words were louder than all the harsh shouts from before.

"Considering your decent talent, I will give you a chance to atone."

"I did not come here today to kill you, but to offer you a way to live."

"Elder!"

Tang San jerked his head up, a look of disbelief flashing across his tear-blurred face.

That expression was like that of a drowning man suddenly grabbing hold of a piece of driftwood.

Xiao Chenyu was overjoyed inside.

This expression was perfect!

He would definitely have to describe it in the group chat later.

Especially Douluo Planet; she would probably spam twenty "hahaha"s.

But beneath his gray robes, his tone remained as steady as a mountain, throwing out the final condition word by word.

"Hand over the Xuantian Record to the Tang Sect, and all your crimes will be pardoned."

"From this day forward, the Tang Sect will no longer pursue your betrayal."

This sentence was like pressing a switch.

"This disciple will hand over the copy of the Xuantian Record right now!"

Tang San felt as if he had been granted a reprieve; he kowtowed three times in succession, his forehead striking the muddy ground with a rhythmic "thud, thud, thud."

Then, without a moment's hesitation, he reached his hand into—his crotch?

He pulled out a booklet tightly wrapped in oilpaper from his most intimate hiding spot.

He held it high above his head with both hands, his posture as respectful as a subject presenting a national treasure to an emperor.

"..."

Xiao Chenyu watched the book being fished out from the crotch, his expression beneath the gray robes twisting for a fraction of a second.

Good grief.

You hid the Tang Sect's supreme arts in a place like that?

There's a limit to what one considers a "personal treasure," isn't there?

Suppressing his disgust, he snatched it away.

Forget it, he thought, he could just wipe it down with alcohol later and it should still be readable.

With the item in hand, Xiao Chenyu felt incredibly satisfied.

He looked at Tang San, who was still kneeling on the ground, trembling uncontrollably and not daring to look up, and a bolder idea surfaced in his mind.

Opportunities like this were once in a lifetime; leaving with just one secret manual felt like a loss.

Since he was already here, he might as well collect some interest.

"Very good."

Xiao Chenyu tucked the book away but did not tell Tang San to rise.

Instead, he deliberately put on a stern face.

Although his expression was hidden by the gray robes, his tone became even more imposing.

"Returning the Xuantian Record is only the first step."

"If you wish to completely wash away your sins and have the Tang Sect truly forgive you, you must pass one final test of loyalty."

Tang San looked up at the gray-robed elder through tear-blurred eyes, his gaze filled with absolute obedience and anticipation.

"Please enlighten me, Elder! This disciple will certainly obey!"

Xiao Chenyu lowered his voice and spat out the command, word by word.

"Now, slap yourself."

"With every slap, shout out loud—'Haotian is a dog'."

"Once you have shouted it a thousand times, your sins will be completely redeemed."

"The Tang Sect will also accept you forever, and you will be promoted to an inner-sect disciple, or perhaps even become the elder's personal disciple."

This statement was truly absurd.

Any normal person hearing such a demand would have sensed that something was wrong.

But at this moment, Tang San's judgment had been completely eroded by the Hallucination Powder.

The fear of his past-life sins, the repression of his current loneliness, and the potency of the drug—

With these three factors combined, his brain had completely shut down.

In his perception, the person before him was an envoy sent by the Tang Sect to save him.

Whatever the elder said was right, and whatever the elder commanded must be done.

Moreover, becoming a true Tang Sect inner-sect disciple, or even a personal disciple of an elder, was the ultimate goal he had once only dared to dream of!

"Smack!"

A crisp sound of a slap exploded in the silent forest.

"Haotian is a dog!"

"Smack!"

"Haotian is a dog!"

Five-year-old Tang San knelt on the ground without a word, slapping his own face with force while shouting at the top of his lungs.

He put his full strength into every strike.

His small cheeks quickly became red and swollen, but he did not dare to stop for even a second.

The sound echoed repeatedly through the empty mountain forest, startling a few birds into flapping their wings and fleeing into the distance.

Xiao Chenyu stood before him, watching the scene and mentally mocking the situation.

He had prepared backup scripts, but they hadn't been needed at all.

If I had known it would go this smoothly, I should have just told him to shout "Tang Hao is a massive idiot"—the effect would have been even more explosive.

But then again, if Tang Hao were to see this scene of Tang San personally shouting "Haotian is a dog," he would probably be so angry he'd suffer a cerebral thrombosis on the spot.

If word got out that the son of Clear Sky Douluo was kneeling on the ground, slapping himself and cursing his own father as a dog, the entire spirit master world would laugh their teeth out.

Tang Hao, oh Tang Hao, you really did sire a fine son.

Xiao Chenyu silently added this to his thoughts.

But Tang San isn't being wronged. These one thousand slaps can be considered as being struck on behalf of his mother, A-Yin, and they also vent some pent-up frustration for those few in the group.

Taking advantage of the moment Tang San was fully focused on slapping himself and shouting his slogans, Xiao Chenyu retreated a step without a sound.

The flight spirit bone skill of the Blue Silver Emperor Right Leg Bone was activated once again.

With a light tap of his toes against the ground, his entire body drifted silently into the morning mist.

His gray robes blended into the fog, like a single drop of water merging into a river.

"Slap!"

"Clear Sky is a dog!"

"Slap!"

"Clear Sky is a dog!"

Behind him, Tang San's voice continued to echo tirelessly.

The five-year-old child knelt in the empty, dense forest, slapping himself over and over again while shouting the slogan repeatedly toward the void in front of him.

The swelling on his face became increasingly prominent, and his voice gradually turned from loud to hoarse.

Yet, he still dared not stop.

The Elder had said one thousand times, and not a single one less would suffice.

As for the "Tang Sect Elder" who had stood before him, he had long since vanished without a trace.