What Do You Mean Bibi Dong Once Liked Tang Hao Too?

Tang Hao did not hear his muttering and continued:

"Qian Xunji, that bitch, didn't know that although Ah Yin was usually gentle, when her life was on the line, she was no easy target. She was already close to the Titled Douluo level, and with the innate abilities accumulated by the Blue Silver Emperor over a hundred thousand years, she forcibly fought her way out of the siege of three people. But two fists could not fend off four hands, and she was badly wounded."

"When I found her, she was hiding in a cave, covered in blood. When she saw me, she was still smiling at me.

"She said, 'Ah Hao, you came.' Back then, I was crying so hard I could barely see the road. I said I'd take her away, that we'd go somewhere no one could find us. She only shook her head and said we couldn't escape. Spirit Hall would never let us go."

Tang Hao's voice suddenly choked up. He turned his head away, tipped back the remaining half flask of wine, and drained it in one gulp. He wiped his mouth hard, forcing that momentary loss of control back down.

"Later, to protect me and the child, she chose to sacrifice herself. The Hundred Thousand Year Soul Ring, the Soul Bone, all of her cultivation—she gave it all to me. She said... 'Ah Hao, live well in my place.'"

The wind swept over the hillside, carrying several fallen leaves that spiraled down between the two of them. Tang San stared blankly at the man before him.

Tang Hao was clearly smiling, yet his eyes were red. It was a wound dried out by the years, one that would still bleed when torn open again.

"I was already pregnant with you then." Tang Hao's voice grew calmer.

"I fought the people from Spirit Hall with my belly swollen. Those bastards all thought a pregnant woman was useless, but they didn't know how terrifying a woman driven into a corner could be."

As he spoke, the corners of his mouth curled up slightly, as though with a hint of pride. "Relying on the Hundred Thousand Year Soul Ring she left me, I forcibly raised my cultivation. One hammer strike at a time, I smashed those people chasing me until they fled in panic."

Tang San listened, his throat tightening. He could imagine how brutal that scene had been. A man, pregnant, being hunted through the wilderness, with only the Spirit Ring left behind by his beloved at his side.

"But I was half-dead myself," Tang Hao said. "To escape Spirit Hall's pursuit, I brought you to Holy Soul Village and lived under a false name from then on."

He looked down at the empty wine flask in his hand and laughed self-mockingly. "Then I became the sorry sight you see now."

Tang San was silent for a very, very long time before he finally asked hoarsely, "Do you still... want revenge?"

Tang Hao froze for a moment, then smiled. The smile was somewhat bleak, yet also somewhat open-minded.

"Of course I do. But revenge against whom? Qian Xunji is already dead, killed by Bibi Dong. That bastard was willing to lay hands on even his own teacher for the position of Pope." He paused.

"Bibi Dong is no good thing either. He's being crushed by Qian Daoliu right now, keeping his head down in Spirit Hall, but that man's ambition is enormous. Sooner or later, he'll make a huge move."

Tang San frowned. "Bibi Dong... what kind of person is he?"

"A ruthless man." Tang Hao spat out the two words succinctly. "A truly ruthless man. To achieve his goals, he'll stop at nothing. He can even use his own biological daughter as a tool. For power, there's nothing he wouldn't do. If you ever run into him in the future, stay away. Never go up against him."

Tang San nodded. Just as he was about to ask something else, he suddenly noticed a trace of hesitant reluctance appear on Tang Hao's face.

His expression was strange, as if he wanted to say something but felt embarrassed to say it. Tang San grew curious. "What is it?"

"Well..." Tang Hao hesitated for a long time before finally seeming to make up his mind. "Well... if I tell you, you're not allowed to laugh at me."

"...Go ahead."

Tang Hao took another swig of wine—then realized the flask was empty. He could only awkwardly hold up the empty flask and mumble indistinctly, "Well... Bibi Dong... he came looking for me too."

Tang San: "..."

Tang Hao's voice grew quieter and quieter, as soft as a mosquito's buzz.

"That guy fell in love with me at first sight and insisted I return to Spirit Hall with him to be his woman."

Tang San's face had gone completely blank. "And then?"

"Then I picked up the Clear Sky Hammer and smashed his people until they ran away." Tang Hao's old face reddened.

"He didn't fight back, though, and he didn't make things difficult for me. After that, he never came to bother me again." He coughed awkwardly. "That's... that's it. I'm done."

Tang San stood there without moving. A gust of wind blew past him, stirring the hair that hung over his forehead.

He said nothing. He only slowly drew in a deep breath, then slowly let it out. The whole process lasted nearly a dozen breaths.

Then he raised a hand to press against his forehead, his voice filled with a weariness that seemed to surge up from the depths of his soul. "Alright. I understand."

Tang Hao was somewhat embarrassed as well. Anyone would feel uncomfortable telling their son about their old love affairs, only to end up revealing that someone had confessed to them in public. He gave a dry cough and patted Tang San's shoulder.

"Alright, I've said everything that needed saying. Cultivate properly and don't waste that talent of yours. You don't need to worry about Spirit Hall. As long as I'm around, no one will dare touch you."

Tang Hao turned to leave.

Tang San stood on the hillside and watched for a long time. He looked down at his palm, slowly clenched it, then loosened it. A hoarse voice drifted away on the breeze. "What kind of fucked-up world is this..."

Meanwhile, behind a thicket three zhang away, Su Yang leaned against a tree trunk and slowly slid down to sit on the ground. One hand covered his mouth while his shoulders shook uncontrollably.

Everything he had just heard contained far too much explosive information.

The private stories of these top powerhouses of Douluo Continent were all such melodramatic nonsense? Su Yang looked up at the sky and, after a long while, finally squeezed out a sentence.

"...This world is way too fucking absurd."

He took a deep breath and pushed himself up with his legs. He needed to go back and properly process everything he had seen and heard today.

Tang San stood on the hillside, watching Tang Hao's back disappear completely at the end of the mountain road. The mountain wind surged up from the valley, making his robes flap loudly.

He looked down at the letter in his hand. It had already been crumpled beyond recognition. Old Jack's crooked handwriting remained printed on it, and the words, "Where did you even get a father?" were especially glaring beneath the sunlight.

He stood there for a long time.

All that information was still churning through his mind. Any one of those revelations alone would have taken him three days and three nights to digest, yet they had all been dumped on him at once, like someone had poured an entire cartload of rocks into his head.

Tang San raised a hand and pressed against his throbbing temple.

But he knew very clearly that he did not have time to wallow in these melodramatic stories.

P.S. Hahaha, hehehe...

Any like-minded readers willing to show support? Why are there so few bookmarks... Does no one really like this kind of story?