Hey, Hey, Hey! I, Tang San, Am Back!

Behind the Clear Sky Sect, a waterfall roars.

Tang San, shirtless, swung the Clear Sky Hammer.

"Eighty!"

"Eighty!"

"Eighty!"

On the cliff opposite the waterfall, Tang Xiao stood with his hands behind his back.

This Clear Sky Sect was dressed in a simple gray robe with graying temples, but he exuded an imposing aura.

He watched Tang San's movements and nodded slightly.

"Your final strike was off-target by a third, but you managed to control the momentum and stabilize the ball. You've improved a lot since last time!"

Tang San put away his hammer and stood up, his chest heaving violently.

His arms were muscular and his knuckles were calloused.

"Uncle," Tang San said, catching his breath, "I think I've mastered the Disorder Splitting Wind Hammer, right?"

Tang Xiao nodded slightly, "Not bad, as expected of Brother Hao's child."

"Xiao San, do you know that it takes at least three years for others to achieve even a small degree of success!"

Tang San's lips curled up slightly, and a smug look flashed in his eyes.

Finally!

This is a genius I've never experienced before!

This sense of accomplishment that everyone is so excited about!

I, Tang San, the genius of the Tang Sect and the leading Clear Sky Sect, have returned today!!!

No longer will they be oppressed by Ye Hua, nor will they suffer the harsh criticism from Yu Xiaogang.

I, Tang, will train with integrity and achieve results, showcasing my skills and style!

Hehehehehe!

At this moment, he was extremely grateful that the Disorder Splitting Wind Hammer manual left to him by Tang Hao contained a map of the Clear Sky Sect.

Otherwise, he wouldn't even know which way the mountain gate faces!

"Uncle," Tang San said in a deep voice, "I want to go down the mountain."

Tang Xiao frowned. "You've only just begun to refine your hammer technique; your foundation isn't fully solid yet."

"I know," Tang San said, his eyes burning, "But you can't develop true killing skills just by training on the mountain."

"I need real combat, I need to see blood!"

Tang Xiao sighed, "You're still thinking about Ye Hua?"

Tang San gripped the hammer handle tightly, his teeth grinding together.

"Uncle, Ye Hua doesn't have a domain."

"Once I obtain the Divine Slaughter's Domain, I will have Overwhelm advantage, and then—"

"Enough!" Tang Xiao suddenly shouted, "You... do you want my Clear Sky Sect to be drenched in blood?"

"Xiao San up, mistress, never, ever think about getting revenge on him!"

"Live well, cultivate diligently, marry and have children, live in anonymity—that's the best choice for you in this life!"

Tang San glared, "Uncle, aren't you going to avenge my father?"

Tang Xiao silent.

But he really can't report it.

Putting that aside, it was indeed his brother who started the trouble.

Take Ye Hua's Long Night Alliance, for example...

Revenge? Then the entire Clear Sky Sect would be wiped out!

Furthermore, Tang Hao possesses two sect-inherited Spirit Bone!

He had already checked; if it wasn't on Tang San, then it was most likely in Ye Hua's hands!

But would he dare to ask for it back? Wouldn't that be courting death?

Tang San lowered his head and remained silent for a long time.

Tang Xiao thought he had taken his words to heart and patted him on the shoulder.

"The Second Elder is your great-uncle, and his granddaughter is at the prime of her life."

"If you come back alive, your uncle will arrange a marriage for you."

"From now on, you'll stay on the mountain and live a peaceful life."

After saying that, he took out a long, narrow object wrapped in black cloth and handed it to him.

"Take this, it's a gift from your uncle."

Tang San hesitated before taking it, then lifted the black cloth to reveal the metal gun barrel.

Three-Eyed Icefire Guns?!

Tang San's fingers tightened suddenly!

A murderous intent surged from the depths of his eyes!

"Xiao San," Tang Xiao's voice brooked no argument, "Just because the Three-Eyed Icefire Guns was Ye Hua doesn't mean we should abandon it."

"This is throwing the baby out with the bathwater; it's not the way a wise person would do it."

Tang San stared intently at the gun, his chest heaving violently.

He acknowledged the power of this weapon; in the ambush in the valley, the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect's guards used only fifty units to slaughter nearly a thousand attackers from the Spirit Hall!

But he hated this thing!

I hate the person who invented it!

I hate everything related to Ye Hua!

"I understand." After a long while, Tang San came to his senses and put away the Three-Eyed Icefire Guns.

But in his heart, he still decided to use his Hidden Weapon first.

Thanks to his uncle's financial support, he finally created a complete set of Hidden Weapon.

He patted the Hidden Weapon pouch at his waist, which contained Godly Zhuge Crossbow, Sleeve Arrow, throwing knives, poisoned silver needles, and other items.

Tang Xiao looked at him, hesitated, and finally just nodded.

"Whatever you want."

After watching Tang San descend the mountain, Tang Xiao squinted his nose.

My child, if you come back alive, I will take you to find the Ten-Thousand-Year Blue Silver King!

You might not know this, but your mother is the Blue Silver Emperor, right?

You have to give me an explanation for what your father entrusted to me!

The mountain path was winding, Tang San walked very fast.

A mountain breeze howled, making it exceptionally cool.

He wants to become stronger!

He's so strong that no one can stop him anymore!

So powerful, he personally sent Ye Hua flying!

As long as there's a field, he's confident!

Half a month later, Tang San arrived at his destination.

The entrance to the Slaughter City is hidden in the tavern.

It was a solitary, gray stone building, surrounded by withered thorns.

At the entrance of the tavern, a crooked wooden sign hangs, the words worn away by wind and sand, yet still faintly discernible.

Yellow Springs Tavern!

Tang San stood at the entrance of the tavern, pulling his thin gray cloak tighter around himself.

"This is it!"

He pushed the door open and entered.

The tavern was dimly lit.

The air was thick with the smell of cheap beer and the stench of sweat.

Tang San walked straight to the counter and slammed a Silver Soul Coin onto the table.

"I'm going to Slaughter City!"

The person wiping the wine glasses behind the counter was an old man with One-Eye.

He raised his remaining eye, looked Tang San up and down, and slowly put down his wine cup.

Do you understand the rules?

Tang San frowned. "What rules?"

Low, mocking laughter echoed from all around.

The receptionist scoffed, "I'll have a Bloody Mary."

Having said that, he pushed the wine glass over; it was filled with a dark red liquid, as viscous as melted brown sugar, and gleamed eerily under the oil lamp.

Tang San stared at the drink; a faint smell of rust lingered in the air.

He picked up his glass, frowned, smelled it, and didn't dare drink it.

"Hahahaha!"

The crowd burst into laughter!

"Kid," the receptionist couldn't help but exclaim, "That's human blood!"

"What?!" Tang San's face turned ashen, and his stomach churned with acid.

This time the laughter became even more manic.

"Look, look, another virgin!"

"Don't scare him, he's still breastfeeding!"

Tang San stood frozen in place.

He could feel the mocking gazes around him.

It's like watching a lamb that has wandered into a wolf's den!

"I..." Tang San forced back his nausea, "Can I drink something else?"

"Of course, we also have cat urine, cow gastric juice, and dog saliva."

"You could even drink your own blood if you wanted; that would be Bloody Mary."

"You absolutely have to drink it?" Tang San gritted his teeth.

The receptionist, expressionless, said, "If you want to enter the Slaughter City, you have to drink. That's the rule!"

Tang San pinched his nose and looked at Bloody Mary with disgust.

But if we can't even overcome this hurdle, what are we talking about in terms of territory? What are we talking about in terms of revenge?

Finally, Tang San drank it all in one gulp, followed by dry heaving.

"Vomit--"

Laughter filled the tavern.

The receptionist pried open the wooden frame, and with a rumbling sound, the secret passage opened.

A cold wind swept up from the ground, carrying a mixture of the smells of blood and damp earth.

Tang San mustered his courage and stepped into the dark passage, laughing as he walked away into the distance.

The receptionist shook her head with a smile and smashed the wine glass that Tang San had drunk from.

"Things used by cowards are disgusting!"

But at that moment, the wooden door of the Yellow Springs Tavern was pushed open again.

As they grumbled and cursed, a cold wind blew in.

"A glass of red wine, please."