Yu Xiaogang: I Will Go All Out to Destroy Spirit Hall!

"You have put a lot of heart into Tang San; I trust you can keep the Pope in check."

"As for that Zhou Tong, you need not worry. He cannot even resolve the crisis of his own martial soul; he will never amount to anything."

"Keep him around as a whetstone for Tang San."

"With Tang San's natural talent, he will absolutely be able to trample Zhou Tong underfoot in the future."

At the mention of Zhou Tong, a look of disdain curled the corners of Tang Hao's mouth.

He believed that since his son had inherited the Clear Sky Hammer martial soul, he was destined to reach the level of a Titled Douluo. Zhou Tong would be lucky to even reach the Spirit King realm; he wouldn't be able to jump around for much longer.

Leaving this person for his son to use as training was the only way to extract the greatest value from him.

Otherwise, if he couldn't even defeat such a person, Tang San would never achieve greatness, and his quest for revenge would remain a mere pipe dream.

"Rest assured, Tang San is the hope for my martial soul theories; I will certainly protect him with all my might."

"If Bibi Dong dares to lay a hand on Tang San, I will exhaust every ounce of my strength to destroy Spirit Hall!"

Hearing this, the previously pleased expression on Tang Hao's face instantly froze, and the corner of his mouth twitched slightly.

Yu Xiaogang had been perfectly fine just a moment ago; how had he suddenly started spouting such idiotic nonsense?

He couldn't be doing this.

Yu Xiaogang, you need to have some sense of your own limitations.

You are merely a level 29 Great Spirit Master; don't go styling yourself as a Titled Douluo or meddling in the affairs of massive powers like Spirit Hall and the empires.

Even he, a Titled Douluo, couldn't defeat Spirit Hall—how could a level 29 Great Spirit Master like Yu Xiaogang even dare to think such things?

Was this the arrogance and conceit born from a life of being pampered?

Tang Hao even felt a twinge of worry that if Yu Xiaogang acted on impulse, he might accidentally spill the secret of Tang San's identity.

He hurriedly said, "Tang San is still young and has yet to grow into his potential. Xiaogang, be cautious. Do not reveal the relationship between Tang San and me; just say he is a civilian spirit master found in a village."

"You must never reveal Tang San's background."

"Xiaogang, do you understand?"

Tang Hao was terrified by Yu Xiaogang and hurriedly urged him not to do anything reckless.

Yu Xiaogang nodded, seemingly understanding, "Don't worry, I won't say anything."

Only then did Tang Hao heave a sigh of relief, his heart settling down.

Following that, he discussed a few precautions with Yu Xiaogang before taking his leave.

Yu Xiaogang gazed at the empty study, a look of disdain appearing on his face.

"Zhou Tong, Tang San possesses twin martial souls; his future achievements will absolutely surpass yours."

"The reason he lost to you now is simply because his potential has yet to be unleashed."

"You only have one martial soul, after all. Tang San's second martial soul is the world's number one tool martial soul, the Clear Sky Hammer. You are destined to be nothing more than a stepping stone for him."

Since Zhou Tong dared to turn him into a eunuch, he would eventually take revenge ten, a hundred times over.

With Tang San's talent and background, as long as he grew smoothly, he was destined to become a Titled Douluo.

This was the source of Yu Xiaogang's confidence in his revenge.

Thinking of a future where Tang San wielded both the Blue Silver Grass and the Clear Sky Hammer, with nine ten-thousand-year spirit rings upon his body, the corners of Yu Xiaogang's mouth could not help but rise.

Tang San, you must strive for success.

Let your master cultivate you into a Titled Douluo.

When that day comes, I will finally be able to hold my head high.

"Whether my theories gain recognition across the entire continent depends on you."

Yu Xiaogang put away the anger on his face and walked out of the dormitory, where he saw a somewhat dejected Tang San.

A month had passed, and he had yet to emerge from the shadows.

Because of his failure in the duel against Zhou Tong, Xiao Wu held some resentment toward him, and his classmates looked down on him as well.

Because his use of hidden weapons to launch a sneak attack was not only against the rules but also underhanded, many students felt nothing but contempt for him.

Furthermore, as a dignified twin-martial-soul possessor and a Tang Sect disciple with over twenty years of life experience, he had actually lost to a mere child.

Tang San felt incredibly stifled.

"Tang San, you need not be sad. Your true strength lies in the future, in your twin martial souls."

"Twin martial souls?"

Tang San was instantly startled.

"That's right. The power of twin martial souls far exceeds that of a single one."

"The Blue Silver Grass is merely a transition; your future focus is the Clear Sky Hammer."

"Imagine it: with nine ten-thousand-year spirit rings attached to the Clear Sky Hammer, you will be the most powerful spirit master in history."

"Winning or losing now is unimportant. In the future, you are destined to be a Titled Douluo; Zhou Tong won't even be able to see your shadow."

Hearing this, Tang San nodded solemnly.

That makes sense.

Tang San couldn't defeat him right now only because his Blue Silver Grass was trash; once he started cultivating the Clear Sky Hammer, he would definitely become a loser at his hands.

Thinking of this, a warmth suddenly spread through Tang San's heart.

Zhou Tong would sooner or later become his stepping stone. Daring to snatch his Twenty-Four Moonlit Bridges—he already had a path to death.

The agreed-upon date finally arrived.

Pope Bibi Dong's team arrived at the Nuoding City Spirit Hall Branch.

Zhou Tong discovered that the day before Bibi Dong arrived, Tang San had been secretly taken away by Tang Hao to another city.

He knew this was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.

Over these past few days, he had scoured the maps of the area around Nuoding City and finally located Holy Soul Village.

He had even identified several valleys on the map that were suspected to be where Tang Hao hid A Yin's spirit bone.

After all, such distinct terrain was rare and easy to spot.

With a careful search, he should be able to find it.

However, regarding the love between Tang Hao and A Yin, Zhou Tong felt there was something fishy about it.

What normal person would lock their severely injured wife in a pitch-black prison, preventing her from recovering?

Words can deceive, but actions cannot.

Tang Hao boasted about loving A Yin, but this one action exposed everything.

He only loved A Yin's spirit bone and bloodline.

In Tang Hao's hands, A Yin was merely a tool—a tool-type spirit beast to be drained dry.

After all, if you truly love someone, you would certainly want them to recover as quickly as possible after being injured, rather than locking the Blue Silver Emperor in a cave without sunlight, where she couldn't recover by absorbing the sun's rays.

Tang Hao's behavior was like guarding against a prisoner, terrified that once she regained her strength, she would discover the truth.

Shortly after, Zhou Tong packed some gear and embarked on his journey to find the valley.

After half a day of travel, he arrived at Holy Soul Village and finally located a valley there.

He explored for a while and confirmed that this was the valley hiding A Yin and the hundred-thousand-year spirit bone, so without hesitation, he passed through the waterfall and entered the cave.

The cave was dark and damp, with not a single ray of sunlight able to penetrate inside.

Looking at this sunless, prison-like environment, Zhou Tong wanted to ask the Blue Silver Emperor A Yin to her face.

Did she abandon the Blue Silver Grass clan just for this so-called love?

Was the end result of her love with Tang Hao to be sacrificed, have her bones dug out, her bloodline stripped, be drained dry, and finally become a puppet for the Tang family?

Zhou Tong could not understand the world of those with "love-addled brains."

Truly worthy of being the continent of love-addled brains; not a single spirit beast on the Douluo Continent had a normal mind.

Possessing power but no brains, they were drained dry by others in the name of love.

With the intelligence of these spirit beasts, losing to humans and being nearly driven to extinction—they truly deserved it!