How Could Tang Hao Have Such a Scoundrel for a Son!

Tai Tan let out a heavy sigh.

He slammed the stack of blueprints on the table and raised his voice.

"Borrowing? I think it's plagiarism! To be precise, it's theft!"

Tai Tan had originally thought that Tang San would only need to bring out a small amount of something.

Unexpectedly, what I brought out was someone else's stuff!

The word "steal" directly triggered Tang San's keywords.

Tang San's pupils contracted, and his eyes widened.

He pressed his hands against the table and suddenly stood up.

He pressed down on the table, his eyes bloodshot, panting heavily.

"You're talking nonsense!"

"Who stole? Who stole? Who do you think stole?"

"Explain yourself clearly!"

Tai Tan slumped into a chair, crossed his arms, and let out a cold snort.

"These weren't designed by you at all; they were designed by Grandmaster!"

"The Grandmaster gave me these blueprints six months ago, asking me to help him forge the weapons."

"Now you've brought these blueprints out again, what is this if not theft?"

"They even claimed to have designed a weapon capable of fighting Soul Master, drawing on the experience of their predecessors?"

"What nonsense are you spouting? You clearly stole the Grandmaster's blueprints, that's how you got them here."

Tang San clenched his teeth, but his mind was filled with pure shock.

How is that possible!

How did Gangzi get these blueprints?!

These drawings were only recently completed by me; how could Gangzi have known?

"What?"

"Gangzi brought these blueprints over for you to forge Hidden Weapon six months ago?"

"How is this possible?"

How would Gangzi know about these Hidden Weapon?

He must have stolen my blueprints!

Tai Tan's body jolted violently, and a powerful shockwave erupted from him.

"Please call him Grandmaster!"

"Gangzi, you think you can call me that? If you say that again, don't blame me for being impolite!"

He sat down in the chair and leaned back.

"That was the creation of Grandmaster; how could Grandmaster not know it?"

"He's crying 'stop thief' here!"

"The Grandmaster stole from you? What nonsense are you talking about? The Grandmaster has been famous for a long time."

"The reason why the Grandmaster's Soul Power didn't increase before must be because he was immersed in weapon design. He spent decades on it and finally designed the weapon."

"Now that the weapon has been designed, the Grandmaster has resumed his training. It makes perfect sense."

He paused, his gaze falling on Tang San's face, clicking his tongue as he looked him up and down.

"But you, at such a young age, have already started stealing other people's work."

"At only thirteen years old, he already possesses level thirty Soul Power, and he even has Twin Martial Souls. Such great talent shouldn't be wasted on the right path."

"How could Tang Hao have such a degenerate son! It's utterly shameful!"

Tang San clenched his teeth, his chest heaving more and more heavily.

But he found himself unable to come up with an explanation that would convince him.

What Tai Tan said made perfect sense.

If he hadn't known that he had drawn all these blueprints himself, he would have almost believed they were real.

Tai Tan glanced at Tang San, who seemed to be suffering from Down syndrome.

"You seem quite dissatisfied?"

"How about this? Didn't you say you could forge?"

"Show me what you made."

Tang San was stunned again.

His tone was tinged with embarrassment.

"The set I made has already been taken back to the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect by Ning Rongrong."

"I was already planning to make a deal with the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect."

Tai Tan's lips curled into a clear sneer.

"That's great."

"You're going to make a deal with the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect too? How come you're even copying the Grandmaster's methods for finding these weapons? Don't you have anything of your own, you copycat?"

Tang San was furious.

His eyes were still bloodshot, and he was panting heavily.

"Tai Tan! What did you say?!"

"Gangzi has already completed the transaction with the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect?"

Tai Tan said slowly,

What they do is their business, what's it to you?

"Okay then. I'll just ask you one question."

"If you can agree, I'll believe you."

Tang San immediately felt hope had arrived.

He thought to himself,

"Who cares if it's true or not, just agree first. Getting this old dog under control is more important than anything else."

He agreed, "Okay."

Tai Tan listened to Tang San's inner thoughts with disdain. He really didn't believe Tang San would dare to agree. If he did dare to agree, he would be even less likely to continue acknowledging Tang San as his master.

He spoke.

"Do you dare swear? Swear by your father, swear by your mother, swear by your Martial Soul."

"If you didn't design even a single aspect of these weapons, may your father die a tragic death, your mother die a tragic death, and your Martial Soul shatter."

"I..."

Tang San was about to agree, but after saying one word, he dared not continue.

"Tai Tan, you're so cruel!"

Tai Tan sat in his chair and chuckled.

"Go on, why did you stop talking?"

"It seems you didn't design any of this content at all."

"You still claim to have designed it? What are you pretending to be, acting all high and mighty?"

Tang San clenched his fist.

"Okay, I admit it. I didn't design these things. Someone else gave them to me."

"But it's definitely not Gangzi could have designed."

Tai Tan glanced at him. "Oh, right, right. Okay. I got it."

Tang San:???

"No, this definitely wasn't designed just now."

"Okay, I understand, I believe you."

Tang San was furious.

Tai Tan tilted his chin slightly towards the doorway.

"You can leave now. I won't forge those weapons for you; you'll have to find someone else."

Tang San was stunned; his expression changed.

"Tai Tan, what do you mean by this?"

I mean, you can get lost now.

Tang San slammed his right hand on the table, and the table shattered with a crack.

"Tai Tan! Kneel down and speak to me! Is this how you talk to your master?"

Tai Tan glanced at him indifferently.

"It used to be. But it's not anymore."

"You are not someone I should follow. I, Tai Tan, will never follow such a shameless scoundrel."

He raised his voice.

"Someone! Show them out!"

"Oh, and remember to make him pay for this table!"

When Tang San emerged from the Strength Clan, he had no more Gold Soul Coin left.

He was still dazed when he was blasted out of the Strength Clan's territory.

He glanced back at the black plaque with gold lettering.

"Tai Tan, you Tai Tan wait!"

He snorted and turned to walk towards the Shrek Academy.

Tang Hao watched this scene from the shadows in the distance.

He put his hands behind his back, his gaze following the figure that walked further and further away, and sighed.

He silently recited a sentence in his heart.

"Mistress. Was this also part of your plan?"

"What exactly happened in your previous life? Although I don't know how you obtained the Grandmaster's blueprints in your past life, even if you were going to steal someone else's work, you should have released it earlier."

Clearly, Tang Hao didn't believe that Tang San had taken out the Hidden Weapon either, but it would make sense if it had been taken out by the Grandmaster.

"Oh well, I'm already at the third ring level at almost thirty-three, so reaching the fourth ring level at sixteen won't be a problem. Plus, I've taken the Dragon Soul Grass, so I have a chance to surpass my cultivation speed back then."

"Once we possess the Clear Sky Hammer with nine Ten Thousand Year Soul Ring, we will be able to destroy the Spirit Hall in one fell swoop."