You villain, Tang Hao and I are irreconcilable enemies.

A few days later, Tang Hao hurried back to Holy Soul Village.

At this moment, behind the mountain.

He stood outside the cave, hesitating to enter, subconsciously reaching down to touch his crotch.

His situation was better than Yu Xiaogang's!

Yu Xiaogang had lost his entirely, while his own was still there, just flattened into a patty.

He vaguely remembered the scene from a year ago when he had traveled to Heaven Dou City in search of a cure.

That day, under the cover of a dark and windy night, he had kidnapped the current head of the Ye Family.

He had hoped that this soul master, possessing what was touted as the continent's number one healing martial soul, could help him bloom again and restore his masculine prowess.

The result, naturally, was a hard "no."

After all that effort, aside from fusing the mangled flesh and shattered testicles into a single meat patty, there had been no other effect.

He still remembered the Ye Family head looking at him helplessly at the time: "My lord, even a clever housewife cannot cook without rice. Your foundation is gone, yet you insist on building a house—this question is simply out of my league."

Tang Hao had been so angry he nearly swung his hammer at him.

However, he dared not kill the Ye Family head.

Considering he hadn't revealed his true face, he had no choice but to let it go.

Standing outside the waterfall now, Tang Hao's expression shifted, unable to make up his mind.

Returning this time, he had been tempted to use that 100,000-year Blue Silver Emperor Right Leg Bone to replace his own right leg.

The powerful vitality attached to the Blue Silver Emperor soul bone might just allow something to grow back in his lower half.

After all, what kind of man has his stream spraying everywhere when he tries to pee?

Yet, his reason told him it was impossible.

His life was already ruined.

His father had been angered to death by him, and his sect had been forced into seclusion because of his actions; he was nothing but a sinner.

Now, his only hope rested entirely on his son, Tang San.

"Forget it." Tang Hao let out a long sigh and shook his head.

That soul bone was left by A Yin for Tang San.

As a father, he could not steal his son's fortune for his own trivial matters.

Besides, A Yin was just a blade of grass now.

Even if it did grow back, what could he do? He couldn't possibly do something beastly to a stalk of Blue Silver Grass.

Having thought this through, Tang Hao felt enlightened, even experiencing a sense of righteous, tragic heroism.

For the sake of his son, he would just have to remain a eunuch!

Once he had made up his mind, he flew directly into the waterfall and entered the familiar, gloomy stone passage.

For some reason, the further he walked inside, the more violently Tang Hao's right eyelid twitched.

"A Yin, I'm back."

He quickened his pace and arrived deep within the stone chamber.

The mound of dirt where A Yin had been planted was there.

The mound remained, but the grass was gone.

He whipped his head around to look.

The hidden compartment in the wall was wide open, and the lead box containing the 100,000-year Blue Silver Emperor Right Leg Bone had vanished into thin air.

After seeing the scene before him, Tang Hao froze on the spot.

Immediately afterward, he let out a shrill, desperate cry.

"No!!!!"

"My A Yin! My soul bone!"

His legs went weak, and he nearly collapsed to the ground, but he steadied himself and rushed forward to search frantically.

But no matter how he searched.

Nothing.

There was absolutely nothing.

It was all gone!

His wife was gone, and the 100,000-year soul bone left for his son had been stolen!

This sense of despair was more painful than being killed.

Just as he was struggling to catch his breath, his gaze swept across the smooth stone wall.

There were a few words carved there!

Tang Hao's eyes widened as he leaned in, reading aloud word by word:

"Your wife, I shall raise."

"Do not worry."

"Signed: Cao Cao."

A mere twelve characters, yet the lethality was comparable to a hundred-thousand-year spirit skill.

Tang Hao felt the world spinning; the veins on his forehead bulged, threatening to burst.

Cao Cao?

Which bastard was this Cao Cao, what kind of wretched beast was he?

His wife, the hundred-thousand-year spirit bone he had left for his son—all of it had been stolen by this thief named Cao Cao!

The hatred of having one's wife stolen was irreconcilable!

What was most infuriating was that phrase, "Your wife, I shall raise." Was that even something a human could do?

It was like someone squatting on his neck to relieve themselves, then asking him for toilet paper afterward!

Tang Hao's eyes turned blood-red, his lids splitting, his breathing heavy as an ox.

"Cao the Thief!"

"I, Tang Hao, shall not coexist with you!"

He roared at the sky, his soul power spiraling out of control.

Violent energy rampaged through the stone chamber, causing gravel to rain down from the ceiling.

Pfft!

Overcome by rage, a mouthful of blood sprayed from Tang Hao's mouth, splattering against the wall.

The next second, his tall frame swayed twice before he collapsed straight backward.

The dignified Clear Sky Douluo had been literally angered into a faint by these few lines of text.

At this moment, in Nuoding City, a crisp notification sounded in Su Chen's mind.

[Ding! Detected that Tang Hao has fainted from blood-spitting rage. Abstract Value +10,000!]

Su Chen was so delighted he slapped his thigh.

"Yo, so that old rat has returned to Holy Soul Village, has he?"

This haul of Abstract Value was even greater than when he had smashed the old rat's roots.

It seemed that in the old rat's heart, his roots could be severed, but his green hat could not be worn.

Tsk, tsk!

Prime Minister Cao's lethality truly lived up to its reputation.

Xiao Wu leaned in from the side: "Boss, what are you so happy about?"

Su Chen rubbed Xiao Wu's rabbit ears and laughed: "Nothing."

Old rat, you'd better hold on.

A mere blow like this should be a trivial matter for you.

After all, the good days are still ahead.

Half a day later, in the mountain cave.

Tang Hao slowly regained consciousness.

His head throbbed as if it were splitting, and his chest felt so tight he could barely breathe.

He stared at the glaring message on the stone wall, his eyes filled with bloodshot veins.

He fell into deep thought.

A Yin had been hidden in this remote mountain nook, yet someone had still managed to raid his home.

Aside from Spirit Hall, it seemed no one else knew A Yin's true identity.

Once he reached this conclusion, he breathed like an ox, grinding his teeth in a state of frantic, murderous rage.

Those bastards from Spirit Hall hadn't just forced A Yin to her death; now they wouldn't even spare her remains, and they had even snatched the spirit bone he'd left for his son.

Tang Hao grabbed his Clear Sky Hammer and stumbled out of the cave.

He had to return to Holy Soul Village to investigate; perhaps someone there knew what had happened.

However, when Tang Hao rushed back to Holy Soul Village and saw the empty, desolate village, his head was filled with question marks.

"What happened? Did Spirit Hall massacre the village?"

Yet, upon closer inspection, there was not a single drop of blood on the ground, nor were there any signs of a struggle or damage to the houses.

He gripped the Clear Sky Hammer in his hand, his spiritual power sweeping across the surroundings.

Soon, his spiritual power reached Old Jack's home, where he saw the note Old Jack had left behind, along with that smiley face.

Tang Hao stared at the smiley face, his chest heaving as he breathed like thunder.

His wife was gone, his spirit bone was lost, and now even the village he had lived in for six years had collectively run off!

Was there anyone in this world more miserable than him?

"Spirit Hall!"

"F*** your mother!"

He completely broke down, his roar shaking the heavens as he pointed at the sky and cursed wildly.

Besides Spirit Hall, who had the financial resources to make an entire village move overnight?

Besides Spirit Hall, who could spirit A Yin away without anyone noticing?

This was absolutely the conspiracy of that madwoman, Bibi Dong!

Not only did she want to take A Yin, but she also wanted to wipe away every trace of his life here.

Rage completely drowned Tang Hao's reason.

Nine spirit rings rose from beneath his feet—two yellow, two purple, four black, and one red—as a violent pressure swept across the entire Holy Soul Village.

"Since you've all run away, what use is there in keeping this dump!"

Crash!

Tang Hao, in a fit of fury, slammed his hammer down, and Old Jack's house instantly turned into ruins.

He vented all his hatred for Spirit Hall and his murderous intent toward Cao Cao upon these empty, dilapidated houses.

The rumbling was incessant; dust billowed, and wood splinters flew everywhere.

Before long, the entire Holy Soul Village had been razed to the ground, with not a single intact brick left to be found.

Looking at the devastation, Tang Hao panted heavily with bloodshot eyes, shouldering the Clear Sky Hammer as he glared fixedly in the direction of Spirit City.

"Spirit Hall, I will settle this debt with you personally at Spirit Hall sooner or later!"

Before his voice had even faded, he exerted force through his legs.

Like a cannonball, he shot into the sky, transforming into a streak of black light as he charged murderously toward the nearest Spirit Branch Hall!