第6章 踏平力之一族

Facing Dugu Bo's fury, Ning Fengzhi appeared surprisingly silent.

This refined sect master tightly clenched his feathered fan at that moment, his knuckles turning somewhat white from excessive force.

He had also been reborn.

Carrying the painful memories of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School being tragically wiped out in the Soul Hunting Operation in his past life, and uncles Sword and Bone dying in battle at Jialing Pass to protect Tang San, he was reborn back to this starting point.

Why did Spirit Hall launch the holy war ahead of schedule? This completely defies logic!

Could it be... that crazy woman Bibi Dong was also reborn with her memories?

Ning Fengzhi took a deep breath, forcefully calming himself down.

If Bibi Dong was also reborn, the very first target Spirit Hall would eliminate would definitely not be the Tiantou Imperial Family, but Tang San!

"Fengzhi, what are your thoughts?" Emperor Xue Ye asked in a deep voice.

Ning Fengzhi stood up, his expression solemn as he cupped his hands and said:

"Your Majesty, although Spirit Hall's massive approach this time brings a fierce offensive, the foundations of our two great empires still stand. While the border defenses have sustained damage, they can absolutely never reach the imperial city in a short time. I believe Spirit Hall's true intention is to cover their top-tier combat power while secretly executing some sort of extermination mission!"

"Exterminate whom?" Emperor Xue Ye frowned.

"Clear Sky Douluo, Tang Hao. And... his son, Tang San!"

Ning Fengzhi said word by word.

Hearing the name Tang San, in the corner of the grand hall, the delicate body of a little loli around five years old trembled slightly.

She was carved of jade and extremely cute, and she was none other than the little princess of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School, Ning Rongrong.

At this moment, within Ning Rongrong's expressive eyes, however, flickered complex vicissitudes and pain.

She was likewise reborn with the memories of her past life.

Tang San...

Ning Rongrong silently chanted this name in the depths of her heart.

In her past life, Tang San was the soul of the Shrek Seven Devils, the Sea God and Asura God, and the only hope that defeated Spirit Hall.

For the sake of the sect, in order to survive, she had to do her utmost in this lifetime to help Tang San ascend to godhood.

Yet...

Within Ning Rongrong's mind, the figure of a young man suddenly surfaced.

The Ning Rongrong of her past life had a willful personality and originally did not meet the assessment requirements for the Nine-Colored Goddess's inheritance, so the goddess naturally disdained to bestow a god position.

Yet Oscar, that bootlicker, begged the Nine-Colored Goddess in every possible way, ultimately causing the goddess to bend the rules.

Yet Oscar had no idea that deep within Ning Rongrong's heart, a figure others could never replace had always been hidden.

That was when she was six years old, having run away from home out of self-will and gotten lost in the wilderness.

Just at the moment of despair when she was cold, terrified, and nearly attacked by wild beasts, it was a gentle youth who saved her.

That youth was called Ye Yuan.

Clearly lacking even a sliver of soul power, he meticulously cared for her in the forest for three whole days and nights, leaving his only food for her and lulling her to sleep with a warm embrace until people from the sect tracked her down.

Ever since then, that clean and gentle figure of Ye Yuan had been forever carved into the deepest part of Ning Rongrong's soul.

Xiaoyuan... Where are you now? In this lifetime, I must find you and repay you with everything I have... Yet, if you are in Spirit Hall, are we destined to become enemies?

Ning Rongrong painfully closed her eyes.

"Fengzhi, are you saying Spirit Hall's target is Tang Hao and his son?"

Emperor Xue Ye's voice pulled her back from her thoughts.

"Indeed." Ning Fengzhi's expression was severe,

"Tang Hao wields the Clear Sky Hammer, and his son is gifted with extraordinary talent. We must find them before Spirit Hall does and protect them with all our might! Tang San is the sole key to fighting against Spirit Hall in the future!"

"Dugu Bo, I must trouble you, Uncle Jian, and Uncle Gu to personally make a trip to Fasino Province!"

"Understood!"

Meanwhile.

Within a barren mountain cave at the edge of Fasino Province.

Tang Hao had completely plunged into a severe coma, his breathing so faint it seemed almost nonexistent.

The soul power of the Golden Crocodile King at his severed arm was like bone-gnawing poison, constantly devouring his vitality.

Five-year-old Tang San knelt beside Tang Hao, his eye sockets red, his teeth bitten to pieces.

Though he possessed the memories of his past two lives, this body was only five years old today, and his soul power was utterly negligible, leaving him completely helpless.

Stomp, stomp, stomp.

Just at that moment, a hurried and heavy set of footsteps suddenly echoed from outside the dim cave.

Tang San's gaze turned sharp, his right hand instantly reaching toward his waist as he assumed a defensive posture:

"Who is it!"

"Young master! Master!"

Accompanied by an anxious and gruff low roar, a hulking elder over two meters tall rushed fiercely into the cave.

When he saw clearly that Tang Hao had fallen in a pool of blood, he dropped directly to his knees with a thud, tears in his tiger-like eyes: "Master! This old slave has arrived late!"

The patriarch of the Power Clan, Titan!

Titan was likewise reborn with the memories of his past life.

In his past life, he had heard Tang San mention that Tang San lived in seclusion with Tang Hao in Holy Spirit Village before the age of five.

Therefore, upon learning that Spirit Hall had suddenly launched a massive search and arrest operation across Fasino Province, Titan burned with anxiety.

He didn't even have time to contact the other three great clans, bringing only a few trusted aides from the Power Clan as he finally tracked down this place step by step using the clues from his past life's memories.

"Young master, this place will be exposed at any moment. This old slave has a secluded manor at the border of the province; we will relocate immediately!"

Titan scooped up the heavily injured Tang Hao, grabbed Tang San by his large hand, and under the cover of the night, plunged into the wilderness with a hurried expression.

Two days later.

Within a secluded manor built against the mountains at the edge of Fasino Province.

Following Titan's soul power nurturing over the past two days at the cost of damaging his own cultivation, Tang Hao's life was finally saved, yet he remained in a deep coma with his strength nearly entirely crippled.

Inside the room, Titan looked at five-year-old Tang San guarding the bedside, his expression grave:

"Young master, Spirit Hall's actions this time are extremely unusual. This old slave has already secretly sent men to contact the Defensive Clan, the Min Clan, and the Breaking Clan. As long as our four great clans reunite and escort you and Master to Tian Dou Imperial City, with the protection of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School and the two great empires, it will surely ensure your safe awakening of your martial soul!"

Tang San tightly clenched his childish little fists, fury flashing within his eyes:

"Spirit Hall... Bibi Dong, Qian Renxue! Just you wait for me! Once I awaken my Twin Spirits and take back everything from my past life, I will definitely make you pay the price!"

At the same time, the outer perimeter of the Star Dou Great Forest.

Ye Yuan, who was sitting atop a massive sedan chair, could not help but sneeze.

At this moment, this eighteen-year-old transmigrator was enjoying unprecedented treatment.

Bibi Dong, wearing radiant golden casual attire, and Qian Renxue, dressed in a platinum short skirt, sat on his left and right respectively.

The two women not only pressed most of their delicate bodies against him in an ambiguous manner, but even peeled fruits were lined up and delivered to Ye Yuan's mouth.

"Xiaoyuan, come, open your mouth. This fruit is refreshing and cools internal heat."

Bibi Dong's voice was as gentle as water that could be wrung out, her autumn-water-like phoenix eyes shimmering with rippling light.

"Xiaoyuan, eat mine. This one is sweeter."