Your Mother Was Tricked into Sacrificing Herself by Tang Hao Too

Ning Rongrong stood behind Sword Douluo, her small mouth agape and her eyes wide open.

She considered herself to have seen plenty of big scenes, but Fang Fan's actions just now still left her completely stunned.

Who would have thought they could snatch someone away right under the nose of a level 95 Titled Douluo?

She turned to look at Xiao Wu, who was tightly bound by the Blue Silver Vines, and then at Fang Fan, who stood with his hands behind his back. Her heart pounded faster.

Xiao Wu was entangled by the vines and unable to move; the paralyzing toxins made her limbs feel as heavy as if they were filled with lead.

She was already in dire straits, and now Fang Fan had forcibly snatched her away from Tang San, leaving her with no chance to escape.

She closed her eyes in despair, her mind blank.

A hint of admiration flashed across Zhu Zhuqing's cool and aloof face.

Dugu Yan's emerald green eyes were filled with adoration, and she even forgot to breathe.

Shui Bing'er covered her mouth, her icy blue eyes scanning back and forth between Fang Fan and Xiao Wu, feeling that every scene she had witnessed today far exceeded her imagination.

Even Sword Douluo glanced sideways and looked back at Fang Fan.

The young man's use of the Hundred Thousand Year Soul Bone skill, combined with Space Traversal, demonstrates a combat power and methods far exceeding the Soul Emperor level. No wonder Fengzhi said he would stir up trouble across the entire continent.

"You want to fight to the death?"

Tang Hao gripped the Clear Sky Hammer, unleashing the full power of a level 95 Titled Douluo. The rubble beneath his feet was whipped up by the shockwave, forming a swirling dust storm around him.

"The fish may die, but the net will not break."

Fang Fan stood with his hands behind his back, his tone as indifferent as if he were talking about something trivial.

Tang San's gaze was like a knife piercing Fang Fan, his eyes bloodshot with anger, and he said through gritted teeth, each word distinct:

"Give me back my sister, or you'll face certain death."

"You brat, if Chen Xin hadn't suddenly appeared, you'd be dead already."

Tang Hao sneered and slammed his Clear Sky Hammer into the ground, causing it to shatter.

Fang Fan laughed, a laugh that contained both mockery and an all-knowing composure.

He didn't look at Tang San, but stared directly at Tang Hao, his voice not loud but clear enough to reach the ears of everyone present:

"Tang Hao, you knew all along that Xiao Wu was Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast."

You kept her by Tang San's side not because you loved her, but because you were waiting for her to be in danger, waiting for your son to need to break through his bottleneck, so you could have her sacrifice herself for Tang San.

Just like when Ah Yin sacrificed herself for you back then."

"Dad... is that what you think?"

Tang San was startled and turned his head sharply to look at Tang Hao.

His voice trembled, not from anger, but from fear.

What Fang Fan said might be true.

Tang Hao fell silent.

The silence lasted only a few breaths, but to Tang San it felt like an eternity.

Silence was a tacit agreement; her father was indeed plotting against Xiao Wu. He suddenly remembered many things—

Why did the father's eyes look so complicated when he first saw Xiao Wu?

Why did he never object to Xiao Wu staying by his side?

Why do I always say "No rush, wait until you're stronger" when I see myself at level 30?

Those words that sounded like encouragement at the time now seem like a carefully orchestrated game of chess in retrospect.

"See? Silence is a presupposition."

Fang Fan glanced down at Xiao Wu, who was bound by vines, and a rare hint of sympathy appeared in his tone.

"And your mother, Ah Yin, was also tricked by your father back then, and in the end, she was sacrificed to him."

The Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast that stay by the side of you Tang family members are truly pitiful.

But it's different when I'm with someone else—

I have a way to make her become a god with me, as long as she's willing to become my Soul Spirit.

"Soul Spirit?"

Xiao Wu stopped struggling, raised her head, and a hint of confusion and curiosity flashed in her tear-streaked eyes.

She had never heard of that word before.

"The Soul Spirit Method is another form of equal contract between humans and Soul Beast."

You don't need to sacrifice yourself, you don't need to burn your life force, you just need to make a contract with me and live in my Martial Soul in another form.

You can retain consciousness, memories, and even emotions.

"And if I become a god, you can share in that Divine Position and live forever with me."

Fang Fan's tone was calm and resolute, as if he were describing something that had already happened.

"This path should be better for you than being tricked into a sacrifice."

Xiao Wu stared blankly at Fang Fan, her heart churning with turbulent emotions.

Her greatest fear since taking human form is that one day she will be hunted by humans, forced to sacrifice herself, and become a halo on someone else's Soul Ring.

But this boy offered her another possibility—not to be hunted, but to cooperate; not to disappear, but to coexist.

She didn't know what Soul Spirit was, but she knew that compared to Tang Hao's approach of treating her as a reserve Soul Ring, Fang Fan at least treated her as an equal life to negotiate with.

"You're talking nonsense! How could I possibly scheme against my own wife!"

Tang Hao roared, his voice like thunder, but his gaze avoided Tang San and everyone else, fixed intently on Fang Fan.

"Then why don't you plant Ah Yin in a sunny place?"

Fang Fan's voice remained calm.

"Blue Silver Grass needs sunlight and nourishment from its own kind to grow faster, so why plant it in a dark and damp waterfall cave?"

There was no sunlight there, and not a blade of grass grew around. Ah Yin had been growing there for so many years, but she was only a seedling.

You're not unaware of the growing conditions for Blue Silver Grass--

You're deliberately preventing her from growing too fast.

You're afraid she'll be resurrected too soon.

You'd rather she endure it slowly than risk losing her in the slightest.

Even if that darkness causes her decades more of suffering, you would not hesitate.

Tang Hao opened his mouth, but couldn't utter a single word.

His lips were trembling, his hand holding the Clear Sky Hammer was trembling, and his whole body was trembling.

"Haha... I never expected that the mighty Clear Sky Douluo, the youngest Titled Douluo who has dominated the Douluo Continent for decades, would be such a treacherous person!"

Ning Rongrong was so angry she laughed, her laughter filled with mockery and disdain.

"You schemed against your wife, then you schemed against your daughter-in-law; your heart is truly ruthless."

A hint of disgust flashed in Zhu Zhuqing's eyes, while Dugu Yan made no attempt to hide her disdain and curled her lip.

Shui Bing'er stood at the academy gate, her icy blue eyes filled with disappointment.

She grew up listening to the legends of Clear Sky Douluo, who was said to be a peerless hero who single-handedly fought against the Spirit Hall and was a legend in the Soul Master World.

But what I saw with my own eyes today revealed that this "legend" was nothing more than a coward who schemed against his wife and future daughter-in-law.

Tang San slumped to the ground, his hands gripping the rubble tightly, blood seeping from between his fingers.

He lost to Fang Fan today, and the defeat was completely predictable.

His prized Hidden Weapon was knocked away by a single sword strike; his greatest backer's disguise was peeled away layer by layer, revealing his shameful true nature; and the person he most wanted to protect was personally lost to the enemy.

He didn't even know who he should hate— Fang Fan?

Hate your father?

Or does he still hate the version of himself who put Xiao Wu on the gambling table?