Tang San: My Dad Secretly Took My Hundred-Thousand-Year Spirit Bone (Please Follow)

"What a waste—what an absolute waste."

Chrysanthemum Douluo kept slapping his thigh, so heartbroken he could barely breathe.

As a Titled Douluo with the Velvet Sky-Piercing Chrysanthemum martial soul, the hundred-thousand-year Blue Silver Emperor's Right Leg Bone held a fatal allure for him.

One had to know that on the present-day Douluo Continent—

Forget hundred-thousand-year plant-type spirit beasts; even ones over fifty thousand years old were exceedingly rare.

Not to mention a hundred-thousand-year plant-type spirit bone.

Although the other Titled Douluo were equally covetous,

it was ultimately something from a parallel world, so they quickly adjusted their mindsets.

Only a few secretly sized up Tang San and Tang Hao with veiled gazes,

wondering who possessed the hundred-thousand-year spirit bone from the White World.

Flender and the newly recovered Yu Xiaogang instantly tensed up.

After all, with so many eyes fixed on them, the ones under the greatest pressure were not Tang San, but teachers like them.

Flender could only pray inwardly that they would move on from this topic soon.

Yet, to his utter surprise,

that big dumb fatty chose this moment to jump in.

"Damn, Third Brother, you're too unfair. You had a hundred-thousand-year spirit bone and kept it hidden without even showing it off to your brothers."

"Come on, come on, tell me what spirit skill this spirit bone has."

"That's a hundred-thousand-year spirit bone! Its spirit skill must be incredibly powerful, right?"

Ma Hongjun looked at Tang San excitedly, his eyes filled with anticipation.

He directly drew the attention of most of the people in the Spirit Hall Arena.

Flender and Yu Xiaogang both saw black, nearly having their noses twisted out of shape with rage.

They even wondered whether Ma Hongjun had some private grudge against Tang San.

Why else would he draw so much hatred toward him?

"Huh? Third Brother, what's wrong?" Before the two could stop him, Ma Hongjun asked in confusion.

Everyone looked toward Tang San.

Only to discover that his face had become incomparably ugly.

"I... I don't have a hundred-thousand-year spirit bone." Tang San's lips moved, and after a long silence, he finally replied.

Ma Hongjun's eyes immediately widened.

"No way, Third Brother. We all saw your mother sacrifice herself. Even the hundred-thousand-year spirit ring appeared. How could there possibly be no spirit bone? Don't tell me your dad secretly took it away and absorbed it... Ah!!!"

Before Ma Hongjun could finish, the terrified Flender slapped him to the ground.

"Your Majesty Clear Sky, children speak without thinking, children speak without thinking! This child has had brain problems since he was young. Please forgive my poor discipline." Looking at Tang Hao's gloomy expression, Flender was so frightened that he hurriedly kicked Ma Hongjun, telling him to get up and apologize.

But Tang San had clearly taken Ma Hongjun's words to heart.

"Dad, did you really take the hundred-thousand-year spirit bone Mom gave me...?"

Tang San subconsciously glanced at Tang Hao's right leg, somewhat afraid to face reality.

Yu Xiaogang had once taught him about spirit bones.

It was precisely because of that that he had dared to use the Eight Spider Lances external spirit bone during the Continental Advanced Spirit Master Academy Elite Tournament.

That kind of spirit bone had already fused perfectly with his body. Even if someone killed him, they would never be able to obtain it. No matter how much others coveted it, there was nothing they could do.

But ordinary spirit bones were different.

To remove one, there was only one option: severing the limbs.

"I didn't."

Seeing the suspicion and unease appear in Tang San's eyes, Tang Hao's face twitched slightly.

Hearing that, Tang San relaxed a little and instinctively asked, "Then can I see the spirit bone Mom left for me?"

This angered Tang Hao so much that he nearly failed to resist punching this unfilial brat.

"I've already hidden the spirit bone somewhere no one will ever find it, and I'm the only one who knows that place."

Tang Hao answered in a deep voice, while viciously scolding this unfilial brat in his heart.

Had this little bastard gotten water in his brain?

Never mind whether he was carrying the hundred-thousand-year spirit bone on him.

Even if he was, with everyone watching, how could he possibly dare take it out?

Did Tang Hao not understand the allure of a hundred-thousand-year spirit bone?

In the original story,

Tang Hao had indeed given the Blue Silver Emperor's Right Leg Bone to Tang San after escaping Spirit Hall.

However, the appearance of the heavenly screen had exposed the existence of the hundred-thousand-year spirit bone ahead of time.

That was what had put Tang Hao in such an awkward position now.

Almost everyone thought

that if the heavenly screen had not exposed it, Tang Hao might very well have simply kept the spirit bone for himself.

Of course,

the current situation was not entirely bad.

At the very least, the one thing Tang Hao was grateful for was that the heavenly screen had not shown what happened after Tang Hao of the Black World died.

Otherwise, if this bunch of lunatics learned that he possessed a complete set of spirit bones,

with several of them being spirit bones of over fifty-thousand-year quality,

his fate would probably be no less miserable than having a hundred-thousand-year spirit bone exposed.

Thus, five minutes quietly passed amid this strange atmosphere.

Once everyone turned their attention back to the heavenly screen,

Tang Hao finally let out a long breath.

"What comes next should be Xiao San's experiences around the time he awakened his martial soul, right? I remember Xiao San seemed to have been born with full spirit power."

"It must have been quite lively at the scene."

"Ahem, when I awakened with innate full spirit power, I scared quite a lot of people present. The person helping me awaken my martial soul even insisted that I join Spirit Hall. Luckily, Dean Flender showed up and took me away."

Oscar held his head high and puffed out his chest. He tried his best to look calm and unruffled, but the corners of his mouth kept rising wildly.

"Huh! There were lots of people watching when you awakened your martial souls? Why were there only my father, Grandpa Sword, and Grandpa Bone when I awakened mine? It wasn't exciting at all." Ning Rongrong was extremely depressed.

She had awakened with rank-nine spirit power back then.

Even within the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, that was an exceptionally rare occurrence.

If she had awakened her martial soul in public, wouldn't she have shocked everyone?

Thinking of that, Ning Rongrong glared angrily at Ning Fengzhi and Sword Douluo in the distance.

Ning Fengzhi and Sword Douluo could only smile helplessly.

In fact, when core disciples heavily nurtured by top factions such as the Upper Three Sects and Lower Four Sects awakened their martial souls, only the sect higher-ups were generally present.

The first reason was to conceal their strength and prevent the sect's geniuses from being targeted by other factions, lest they be assassinated or poached.

As for the second reason...

Ning Fengzhi glanced at Yu Xiaogang from the corner of his eye.

Back when Yu Xiaogang awakened his martial soul in the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan,

they had sent invitations to many factions, including the imperial family, Spirit Hall, and the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, intending to let them witness the birth of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan's greatest genius.

And what happened?

Yu Xiaogang, upon whom countless people had pinned their hopes, awakened a pig martial soul with merely 0.5 rank spirit power.

The Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan lost all face, and who knew how many people secretly treated the matter as an after-dinner joke.

Thus, afterward, no faction ever dared invite members of other factions to watch a martial soul awakening again.

They were terrified of following in the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan's footsteps.