Secret Letter

After learning that Tang Buddha had awakened his Martial Soul, Gu Hengzhi secretly did something petty to make Tang Buddha's life harder.

Gu Hengzhi sat grim-faced before his desk, gripping his pen tightly in his left hand as though he wanted to pour all his resentment into this secret letter. A crafty gleam flickered in his eyes as he described Tang Hao and Tang San's circumstances in detail.

In the letter, Tang Hao's figure appeared and disappeared around Holy Soul Village in Notting City, Fasino Province. The Title Douluo who had once shaken the continent had now become a drunkard, muddling through his days in that small village. And Tang Hao's son, Tang San, had actually awakened Twin Martial Souls. This was undoubtedly an enormous threat. Gu Hengzhi knew Spirit Hall's rules well: someone with such potential could never be allowed to grow up, or the consequences would be unimaginable.

Through his relationship with Su Yuntao and his status as a Spirit Hall member, Gu Hengzhi slipped through Spirit Hall time and again like a ghost. He cautiously familiarized himself with the surroundings and searched for the best opportunity. Finally, in an unguarded moment, he quietly placed the secret letter on the desk of a junior Spirit Hall deacon. His heart pounded like thunder, and he feared being discovered, because he knew that if he were implicated, a single hammer blow from Tang Hao would be enough to crush him to pieces. And Spirit Hall's Title Douluos would never shield him from that fatal strike.

Yet a week passed, and the secret letter seemed to vanish into the vast sea of people. Notting City remained as peaceful as ever, without the slightest ripple. Neither within Spirit Hall nor in Notting City did the tense atmosphere Gu Hengzhi had expected appear. Everything was so calm that it frightened him.

After waiting several more days, Gu Hengzhi's patience gradually ran out. He could no longer endure the torment of waiting. So he picked up his pen again and wrote a second secret letter. This time, his handwriting was even more scrawled, as though he were venting the anxiety and rage in his heart. The paper he used was also more ordinary, with nothing distinctive about it. In the letter, he described Tang Hao's current situation, Tang San's Twin Martial Souls, and the father and son's history in detail.

This time, the letter was placed on Great Soul Master Matthew Nuo's desk. Yet the result was still disappointing. The secret letter sank like a stone into the sea and did not stir the slightest ripple.

After two consecutive efforts came to nothing, Gu Hengzhi sighed helplessly, his heart filled with endless frustration. He began to doubt Spirit Hall's internal decisions. Whether it was Pope Bibi Dong or Qian Daoliu of the Hall of Consecrates, neither seemed to have any intention of dealing with the enemy of the former pope, Qian Xunji. Did they really intend to raise a tiger only to invite disaster? Gu Hengzhi pondered to himself. Since that was the case, there was no need for him to worry about them anymore. His plan to kill with a borrowed knife clearly would not work either. It seemed he would have to act personally to eliminate this grave threat.

As for Xiao Wu, this Hundred-Thousand-Year Transformed Soul Beast, Gu Hengzhi had racked his brains over how to exploit her to the fullest. Yet after careful consideration, he realized that killing Xiao Wu ahead of time would not be easy. Although his current strength might allow him to defeat her, the pressure and impact brought by a Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Ring were far beyond what a mere level 10 Soul Warrior like him could endure. Besides, once Tang Hao noticed a Transformed Soul Beast near his son in Notting City, he would certainly keep a close watch. Hunting her would become even more impossible.

Moreover, the phenomenon caused by a Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast could not possibly be concealed by the negligible abilities of himself and the Earth Deity. The few Soul Ancestors and Soul Kings in Notting City alone would be enough to put him in a difficult position. Furthermore, the value of a Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Bone far exceeded that of Notting City. One careless move could trigger a bloody massacre.

Trying to claim Xiao Wu for himself would be even harder than reaching the heavens. After all, the title of Son of Destiny was no empty name. Perhaps those Douluo Continent deities in the heavens were secretly manipulating fate itself.

After repeatedly weighing his options, Gu Hengzhi ultimately decided to inform Spirit Hall through a secret letter. After all, this Hundred-Thousand-Year Transformed Soul Beast was like an irresistible delicacy. Compared with Tang Hao and Tang San, she posed practically no risk at all. Yet after the letter was sent, it sank like a stone into the sea, receiving no response whatsoever. Notting City remained calm, and life continued exactly as before.

Gu Hengzhi felt deeply helpless and could only choose to bury himself in studying, cultivating, and growing spiritual herbs, pretending that none of it had ever happened.

He had sent three secret letters to Spirit Hall in a row, yet Spirit Hall had not even dispatched anyone to verify whether the information was true. Clearly, some important figure had cut off correspondence between Spirit Hall and Notting City, or perhaps an invisible hand of fate was manipulating everything from the shadows. Either possibility was beyond what Gu Hengzhi could face at present. He could only give up and stop writing secret letters to avoid exposing himself.

Besides, nothing happened more than three times. He had written three secret letters in succession and still received no news at all. That in itself was the biggest piece of news.

As the days passed, the start of the second school year soon arrived. Unsurprisingly, two more figures appeared among the new students of Seven House. That was right—Tang San and Xiao Wu.

Early that morning, Gu Hengzhi had waited outside Nuoding Academy's gates for a long time, until the Son of Destiny, Tang San, appeared. Compared with the original novel and animated adaptation, Tang San looked even more gloomy. The feeling he gave off, one that kept others at a thousand paces, was not the bone-piercing chill of an ice-element Soul Master, but the contempt of a god looking down upon mortals. Perhaps that was the aloofness of a so-called genius.

Xiao Wu, meanwhile, did not look like someone burdened by the blood feud of her mother's death at all. She looked innocent and carefree, but she was merely a joke toyed with by fate.

Naturally, Gu Hengzhi would not miss the scene of Yu Xiaogang fooling Tang San into kneeling. The words—"A teacher for a day, a father for life."—rang out loud and clear, yet were deeply ironic. When Tang San uttered the word "father," Gu Hengzhi unhesitatingly accepted this fine son of his, who was always saying others already had a death wish.