Tang San in a Sack (Please Keep Reading)

In the Heaven Dou Empire, on the outskirts of Fasno City, there was a small grove.

After entering the grove, Yu Xiaogang stopped to catch his breath.

Once he had recovered, he lowered his voice and called cautiously into the trees. "Your Excellency Haotian? Your Excellency Haotian, are you there?"

"It's Yu Xiaogang. I came as you asked."

The eerie atmosphere sent a shiver down his spine.

He waited eagerly for Tang Hao's reply.

But the grove remained silent.

Wait a little longer. Perhaps something held His Excellency Haotian up on the way.

Even after a long while, Yu Xiaogang was still telling himself that.

But all that travel had taken its toll on him. He was only a Soul Grandmaster.

Gradually, as he crouched against a tree, drowsiness overcame him and his eyelids began to droop.

Before he knew it, he had fallen asleep—and soundly at that.

Thud!

Yu Xiaogang toppled over in his sleep, his face smacking straight into the ground.

"Ow! What happened? How did I fall asleep?"

The sharp pain drove away every trace of sleepiness.

With a cry of pain, he scrambled to his feet.

Only then did Yu Xiaogang notice a figure in a black cloak who had appeared at some point.

The figure also carried a large sack on his back.

A possibility occurred to Yu Xiaogang.

His voice trembling, he asked, "Your Excellency Haotian, is that you?!"

"Yu Xiaogang, spare me the small talk." A gruff voice came from beneath the black cloak.

He neither confirmed nor denied it, but his manner said enough.

"I assume you've heard what happened in Holy Soul Village."

"My identity has been exposed. It's no longer suitable for Little San to stay with me."

"You saw the note I left you and, instead of informing on me, came all this way."

"So right now, you must be the only person I can trust with him."

As he spoke, Tang Hao reached out from beneath his cloak with his left hand and handed Yu Xiaogang the sack from his back.

What is this? Yu Xiaogang wondered as he took it.

Still, he was delighted.

The Clear Sky Douluo considered him the only person he could trust with his son!

Then Tang Hao continued, "My son, Little San, is inside the sack."

"He's still unconscious. It may be a few days before he wakes."

Whoa! Yu Xiaogang jolted, clutching the sack in both hands.

The Clear Sky Douluo's methods were outrageous. He had knocked out his own son and stuffed him in a sack.

From the look of things, Tang San might have been in there for more than a day or two.

Tang Hao paid no attention to Yu Xiaogang's expression and went on.

"From now on, you're Little San's teacher. I'm leaving his education to you."

"Little San has the legendary Twin Martial Souls. Guide him properly. Don't let him take the wrong path."

"Have him add Soul Rings to his Blue Silver Grass Martial Soul first. He mustn't touch his Clear Sky Hammer Martial Soul recklessly..."

Tang Hao paused briefly, then continued. "As for my identity, don't tell Little San for now."

"I knocked him unconscious as soon as trouble started, so he doesn't know what's happened since."

Tang Hao sighed. "If possible, I'd like Little San to have a peaceful childhood."

"Rest assured, Your Excellency Haotian. I'll teach Little San well!"

Yu Xiaogang's eyes shone as he thumped his chest in assurance, nearly losing his grip on the sack.

As expected of His Excellency Haotian. He saw how learned I am at a glance.

Let everyone who looked down on me wait. Once I've raised Little San, you'll see who was right.

At that moment, Yu Xiaogang was beside himself with excitement.

He began showing off his knowledge to Tang Hao. "As expected of Your Excellency Haotian, your plan for cultivating Twin Martial Souls is exactly the same as the one I devised."

"That's the advantage of Twin Martial Souls. Use the Trash Martial Soul to build a foundation, then, once he can absorb Ten Thousand Year Soul Rings, start adding Soul Rings to his other, more powerful Martial Soul."

"When Little San becomes a Titled Douluo, the Martial Soul he wields will be a Clear Sky Hammer with nine Ten Thousand Year Soul Rings."

Yu Xiaogang's opening remark was plainly an attempt to give himself credit.

Tang Hao ignored that and nodded in agreement. "Exactly. A Clear Sky Hammer forged by nine Ten Thousand Year Soul Rings will make Little San the strongest Titled Douluo on the continent!"

"By then, Spirit Hall will be nothing..."

The mere thought of Spirit Hall made Tang Hao's anger surge.

He did not know how Spirit Hall had suddenly discovered him when he and Little San had been hiding so well in Holy Soul Village.

Tang Hao possessed a Hundred Thousand Year Soul Ring, Ring Detonation, the Clear Sky Secret Arts, and many other hidden techniques.

But Spirit Hall had caught him unprepared, ambushing him with four Titled Douluo at once.

To escape with Little San, Tang Hao had left his right arm behind in Holy Soul Village for good.

The loss made his heart bleed.

It was not just that losing an arm drastically weakened him and damaged his potential.

The precious Ten Thousand Year Right Arm Bone passed down by the Clear Sky Sect had also been taken by those people from Spirit Hall.

To Tang Hao, that was a humiliation.

His only consolation was that his son, Little San, had survived and that he had managed to bring him away.

A peerless genius with Twin Martial Souls.

Once Little San grew strong, he could take revenge on Spirit Hall!

"That's enough, Yu Xiaogang. I have to go. Remember, take good care of Little San!"

With that, Tang Hao vanished from the grove.

Next, he needed to find somewhere to recover from his injuries.

"How am I going to get him back?"

Yu Xiaogang set down the sack, suddenly at a loss.

Tang San was not particularly heavy, but that depended on who was carrying him.

With Yu Xiaogang's physique, it would still be difficult.

Especially since he had slipped out at night without taking a carriage.

What's a little hardship? To vindicate my title of "Grandmaster," everything I'm doing now is worth it.

Yu Xiaogang summoned his Martial Soul. "Come out, Luo Sanpao."

"Luo? Luo?" Luo Sanpao grunted in confusion.

Why was his master out here in the countryside so late at night?

"Come on, Sanpao. Don't just stare. I'll lift from the front, and you push from behind."

With that, Yu Xiaogang and his Martial Soul, Luo Sanpao, picked up the sack.