The Naturally Evil Brat, Tailor-Made for Slaughter City!

Clear Sky Sect.

Tang San slowly opened his eyes and found himself in a crude stone chamber.

He tried to move, but waves of numb soreness shot through his limbs and bones.

Still, compared to the heart-rending agony from before, he was much better.

"Brother, you're awake!"

A familiar voice rang out beside him.

Tang San turned his head and saw Xiao Wu leaning over the stone bed, her eyes red and swollen.

"Xiao Wu... where are we?"

"Clear Sky Sect. Brother, have some water."

Noticing how hoarse Tang San's voice was, Xiao Wu hurriedly brought over a bowl of water and carefully fed it to him.

"Sect Master Tang... your uncle rescued us. You've been unconscious for three full days. Sect Master Tang had the sect's best healers treat your injuries. He said it was fortunate that an extremely powerful life force within you protected your heart meridians, otherwise..."

Xiao Wu did not continue, but Tang San understood what she meant.

Tang San closed his eyes. As Soul Power slowly circulated through his body, he felt a faint stabbing pain from the broken stumps of the Eight Spider Lances.

All eight spider legs had been shattered by Ye Han's Coiling Dragon Staff. Even the most skilled healers could do nothing; they could only grow back on their own.

"Brother, how do you feel?"

"Don't worry. I'm much better."

Just then, the wooden door of the stone chamber creaked open, and a tall figure strode inside.

It was Tang Xiao.

"Little San, you're awake."

"Uncle, your nephew Tang San thanks you for saving my life."

Tang San struggled to rise and kneel, but Tang Xiao pressed him back down.

"Little San, it's good that you're awake. Your uncle was able to save you, but unfortunately, I couldn't save your father..."