Xiao Wu crawled out alone, still pulling on a blade of grass with her hand.
She hurried over to the Large Bluestone, and shouted at Tang Hao:
"Uncle Tang! Er Ming and Da Ming took my cousin to catch that Purple Spirit Civet, and said they would drag it right back in a moment. They told you not to worry out here!"
Tang Hao put his blacksmith's hammer down on the ground, leaned back against the large boulder, and took a swig from the wine gourd:
"Fine, it's best if those two beasts are willing to pull their weight, so I don't have to run errands myself."
Only after delivering the message did Xiao Wu notice that someone else was standing nearby.
The moment the Tang San opposite her saw Xiao Wu's face, his eye rims turned red on the spot.
That familiar face, the long scorpion braid, and the rabbit ear hairpin on top of her head-this was clearly the person he had carved into his bones in his previous life!
"Xiao Wu!"
Tang San's voice trembled with excitement, and he hurried forward, wanting to grab Xiao Wu's hand:
"Xiao Wu! It's me! I'm Little San!"
Xiao Wu was startled, her body withdrawing backward with nimble ease, sizing Tang San up with a face full of vigilance and disgust:
"Who the hell are you? Looking so ugly, stay away from me! Calling my name the second you open your mouth, you lecherous scoundrel!"
These words were like a basin of icy water, chilling Tang San right to the core.
Xiao Wu... did not recognize him!
"Xiao Wu, take a good look at me! Notting Junior Academy, Dorm Seven! You're the sworn younger sister I took in!"
Tang San was frantic with anxiety, thinking that Xiao Wu had lost her memory or had her sentience sealed. He instinctively stepped out with quick, tiny paces, his figure dragging out a few erratic and uncanny lingering phantoms in the air as he tried to bypass the boulder on the ground and get close to Xiao Wu.
Unfathomable and mysterious, shifting between real and illusory.
It was precisely the Tang Sect Secret Arts, Ghost Shadow Perplexing Track!
Seeing this stranger suddenly creep up on her in such a bizarre manner, Xiao Wu prepared to lift her leg and kick him with her soft skill.
Tang Hao, who had been drinking lazily off to the side, suddenly narrowed his gaze sharply.
"Smack!"
A wide, rough palm reached out without warning, with pinpoint accuracy clasping Tang San's shoulder and forcefully pressing his erratic movement technique dead in its tracks.
Tang San trembled all over, feeling as though a great mountain had pressed down upon his shoulder, rendering him completely unable to budge a fraction.
Tang Hao lowered his head, his bloodshot, turbid eyes staring fixedly at the footwork beneath Tang San's feet, his brows knitting into a massive knot.
This erratic and bizarre footwork...
Was this damn thing not the exact same movement technique his own dear daughter Tang Sanmei practiced every day in the backyard of the Blacksmith Shop!
Every time Sanmei finished practicing, she would also shout at him with a smug look on her face about how "this is the supreme movement technique of the Tang Sect, Ghost Shadow Perplexing Track."
Tang Hao sized Tang San up with a bizarre expression, finding his gaze stranger the more he looked.
He plugged the wine gourd shut, and for the first time ever, retracted the killing intent from his body, speaking in a bewildered tone:
"Kid, the footwork under your feet... Are you also someone from that so-called 'Tang Sect'?"
Hearing these words, Tang San felt as though he had been struck by a bolt from the blue, freezing in place on the spot.
Tang Sect!
How could his father possibly know the two words "Tang Sect"!
The Bashu Tang Sect was his secret from the Tang Sect of another world in his previous life; in this life, he hadn't even revealed a single half-word of it to Yu Xiaogang!
Why would Tang Hao blurt out the name "Tang Sect" just like that!
The moment Tang San heard the two words "Tang Sect" pop out of Tang Hao's mouth, he felt a shock in his heart, which was immediately followed by a surge of joy.
Father knew about the Tang Sect?
Could it be that during those missing six years before his rebirth, he had already told Father all about the Tang Sect!
"Right! Dad! I am from the Tang Sect!"
Tang San hurriedly climbed up the pole, gripping it like a straw to save his life, and said in a loud voice:
"Mysterious Heaven Skill, Ghost Shadow Perplexing Track, Controlling Crane Capturing Dragon... These are all the secret arts of our Tang Sect! Dad, you should finally believe me now, right!"
Who would have thought that the moment those two words "Tang Sect" landed, Tang Hao's expression, which had still been somewhat calm, completely blackened all at once.
His bloodshot eyes glared at Tang San, his teeth grinding audibly, and though his killing intent didn't leak out, all his pent-up frustration of so many years surged straight to his crown.
"Tang Sect... You really are from that bullshit Tang Sect!"
Tang Hao grabbed Tang San by the collar, lifting him clean off the ground by sheer force.
Tang San was stunned, not yet having reacted to why his father had suddenly flown into a rage.
"Bang!"
A heavy, unheralded black fist smashed solidly into Tang San's eye socket!
"Ow!"
Tang San let out a miserable shriek, taking a blow that left him seeing stars and his head buzzing with noise.
"I beat people from your Tang Sect specifically!!"
The resentment Tang Hao had bottled up for so many years completely detonated at this moment. Seizing Tang San by the scruff of his neck with one hand, he wound up his palms and fists and went to town on him!
"Bang! Smack! Thump!"
"What kind of bullshit Tang Sect! A cult! A pure cult!!"
Tang Hao cursed as he beat him, spittle spraying all over Tang San's face:
"Brainwashing my fine, flawless biological daughter into a submissive Senior Maid! Serving tea and water, doing laundry and cooking for them every single day, and even getting lectured by her just for taking a sip of wine! I scrimped and saved to raise her for all these years, and yet her head is filled with the grand ambitions of your crappy sect!!"
"Bang!"
Another kick to the pit of the stomach followed, kicking up Tang San's stomach acid.
"I've been wanting to vent my anger on people from your Tang Sect for ages!"
The more Tang Hao fought, the more smoothly it went, spitting out his grievances as he pummeled him:
"If my daughter hadn't guarded your bullshit Sect Master like she was protecting the pupils of her eyes, and gotten desperate with me even if I glared at him, I would have smashed your Sect Master into a meat patty with a single hammer long ago! I couldn't bear to touch that brat and make my daughter cry, so since you delivered yourself to my door today, consider yourself unlucky!!"
On the boulder nearby, Xiao Wu crossed her arms and leaned there, watching the show with great relish and occasionally clapping in applause:
"Uncle Tang, hit him well! This freak's gaze was disgusting as hell just now, kick him a couple more times!"
Meanwhile, Tang San on the ground had already been beaten black and blue, rolling around in the mud.
Yet the excruciating pain on his body was nowhere near enough to compare to the collapse happening inside his brain.
Tang San completely shattered.
Amidst the storm of fists, he curled up into a ball protecting his head, his mind in complete chaos, and even forgot to resist:
Wait...
The Tang Sect brainwashed Tang Hao's daughter into becoming a Senior Maid?
The Tang Sect... also had a Sect Master!
That Sect Master was protected by Tang Hao's daughter!
How could this be!
The Tang Sect was the secret art of his previous life in the Bashu Tang Sect. In this Douluo Continent, aside from him Tang San, who the hell else knew the Mysterious Heaven Treasure Record!
Who the hell was qualified to establish the Tang Sect!
If someone else was the orthodoxy of the Tang Sect, and someone else was the Sect Master...
Then who was he, Tang San!
Could it be that he was just a pirated counterfeit!
"Dad... stop hitting... stop hitting..."
Beaten until blood streamed from his nose, Tang San wore two massive dark panda eyes as he lay prone in the muddy ground desperately shielding his head, howling with a crying tone in his voice:
"Who on earth is your Sect Master? I am the true Tang Sect orthodoxy!!"
Despite the agonizing pain all over his body, his brain was still spinning at top speed.
Aside from begging for mercy, the reason he shouted that out was more to take the opportunity to fish for information-he had to figure out just who on earth had snatched his Tang Sect secret arts in this world, and even set themselves up as the so-called Sect Master!
"Dad! Stop hitting! Just tell me what that Sect Master's name is first!"
With a panda eye, Tang San strained his voice and shouted at the top of his lungs.
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