"Tang Hao, how much longer are you going to hide?"
"You can hide for a time, but you can't hide forever!"
"Someday, you'll have to pay for the mistakes you made and the debts you owe!"
Holy Soul Village, the blacksmith's shop.
A handsome youth in fine clothes stood outside the door, angrily demanding answers.
The youth's name was Tang Tianlin, a transmigrator.
After he transmigrated to the Douluo Continent, the system left him a Tang Wulin template, then fell silent.
To be honest, Tang Tianlin had been startled when he saw his cheat.
He wasn't some useless orphan.
He was the biological son of Tang Xiao, the current sect master of the Clear Sky Sect and a rank-95 Titled Douluo.
As the sect master's legitimate son, with both his parents possessing the Clear Sky Hammer as their Martial Soul, he would most likely awaken a Clear Sky Hammer himself.
But Tang Wulin's Martial Soul was Blue Silver Grass, and he had received Tang Wulin's template.
Didn't that mean he would also awaken the Blue Silver Grass Martial Soul?
Had the Blue Silver Emperor strayed, or was Tang Xiao wearing a cuckold's green hat?
Fortunately, the result left everyone happy.
The Martial Soul Tang Tianlin awakened at six wasn't Blue Silver Grass, but the world's number-one Tool Martial Soul, the Clear Sky Hammer!
Innate Full Soul Power!
At the same time, the Tang Wulin template took effect, directly granting him the Golden Dragon King's power.
With the heaven-defying combination of the Golden Dragon King and the Clear Sky Hammer, Tang Tianlin became the Clear Sky Sect's current young master without any suspense.
Below one, above a thousand. (The Clear Sky Sect didn't have that many people.)
Then, not long ago, the system that had lain silent for years suddenly rose from the dead again.
[Detected that the host's current identity is the young sect master of the Clear Sky Sect. Awakening the Strongest Sect System!] [Help the sect recruit geniuses or increase its strength to further unlock template abilities and obtain rewards including Soul Rings, Soul Bones, godhoods, and more!]
Tang Tianlin's original plan had been to rely on his Golden Dragon King Bloodline and Clear Sky Hammer Martial Soul to climb to the summit step by step.
After all, his left hammer dealt heavy damage, and his right claw dealt massive damage.
Once he cultivated to Soul Saint, he would essentially be invincible in the mortal world.
But the system's return from the dead disrupted his plans.
The Dragon King's path already led to invincibility; another system meant another path.
Besides, he had only obtained the Golden Dragon King Bloodline so far. Other abilities, such as Child of Nature and the Godhood of Destruction, remained locked.
If a certain Dragon King with world-shaking wisdom discovered him, his only fate would be to get sucked dry into a human husk.
Besides, as Tang Xiao's son, he was Tang San's elder brother by family standing.
Wasn't it just a matter of strengthening the Clear Sky Sect? That would be easy.
When it came to improving the Clear Sky Sect's strength and reserves, who could compare to Tang Hao and his son?
One was a Titled Douluo, the other a chosen son of destiny.
Just getting those two to acknowledge their ancestors and return to the sect would earn him rewards.
Just then, the wooden door slowly opened, and light spilled through the gap, revealing the shabby interior.
The corners of Tang Tianlin's mouth lifted slightly, and he stepped inside.
The moment he entered, the smell of cheap liquor hit him in the face.
Tang Tianlin looked closely and saw a disheveled middle-aged man lying in a rocking chair, holding a yellowed wine gourd. His clouded eyes were silently sizing Tang Tianlin up as well.
"You have ten seconds to answer my questions."
Suddenly, Tang Hao's low, hoarse voice rang out.
"Who are you, who sent you, and how did you find me?"
"If you don't talk, you die."
As his words fell, a powerful pressure abruptly spread outward.
Facing Tang Hao's almost tangible killing intent, Tang Tianlin's expression remained unchanged, a smile on his lips.
"I won't answer those questions, and you wouldn't dare kill me."
"Heh."
Tang Hao sneered, his clouded black eyes gradually sharpening.
"I have no idea where a mere Soul Grandmaster like you gets his confidence."
Tang Tianlin smiled without a word, turned his hand over to produce a token, and tossed it over.
Tang Hao caught it with one hand and swept his gaze over it.
The next moment, his eyes flew wide, and his burly body began trembling uncontrollably.
The token was black and gold throughout, its surface engraved with a majestic, imposing hammer.
It was none other than the Clear Sky Sect master's token!
Tang Hao abruptly raised his head, staring fixedly at the youth before him as his trembling voice rang out.
"Ch-child, who is Tang Xiao to you?"
Tang Tianlin smiled faintly and answered succinctly, "Tang Xiao is my father."
No sooner had he spoken than Tang Tianlin felt a sudden rush of air against his face.
Tang Hao had appeared before him without him noticing when, his gaze sweeping up and down Tang Tianlin's body.
"Are you really my elder brother's child?"
Tang Hao sounded somewhat uncertain.
He remembered his elder brother's features as masculine and rugged.
Yet the youth before him was not only handsome, but also carried a melancholy air.
He and his elder brother had been cast from completely different molds.
"Ahem, I take after my mother more."
Tang Tianlin gave a dry cough.
"So that's it..."
Tang Hao murmured to himself, his gaze softening as he looked at Tang Tianlin.
He opened his mouth, wanting to ask something, but as he thought of everything he had done, his eyes gradually dimmed.
After a long while, Tang Hao finally gathered his courage and asked in a low voice, "Tianlin, how is the Clear Sky Sect doing now?"
Ever since Spirit Hall had declared him wanted, he had never returned to the sect. He hadn't even had the courage to look at it from afar.
At his question, a trace of helplessness crossed Tang Tianlin's face.
"Ah, Uncle Hao, it's a long story..."
Embellishing the account, Tang Tianlin briefly explained the Clear Sky Sect's circumstances over the years.
When Tang Hao heard that the sect had withdrawn from the world, lacked resources, and couldn't provide its younger generation with adequate opportunities to develop, his eyes gradually reddened.
At the end, Tang Tianlin sighed softly and shook his head.
"Uncle Hao, you have no idea. The younger disciples all say that you, Tang Hao, inherited the name of Clear Sky, yet from beginning to end, you never brought the Clear Sky Sect any help."
"They even say you're the Clear Sky Sect's greatest sinner!"
At those words, Tang Hao turned deathly pale, staggered backward, and fell onto his backside.
He clutched his head with both hands, his ten fingers digging deep into his scalp.
"Yes, they're right. I'm guilty. I'm a sinner, I'm a sinner..."
Because of him, Ah Yin had sacrificed herself.
Because of him, the sect had nearly suffered total destruction.
He bore the name of Clear Sky, yet in the end, all he had left the sect was one disaster after another.
What face did he have to inherit the name of Clear Sky?
What face did he have to keep living in this world?
A sinner like him should just die!
Seeing a trace of the will to die cross Tang Hao's face, Tang Tianlin was surprised.
What the fuck? I'd only spoken a few honest words. Why did Tang Hao look like he wanted to die?
A mighty Titled Douluo had so little mental resilience?
Tang Tianlin didn't know that throughout his time in hiding, Tang Hao had suffered constant self-reproach.
Ah Yin and the sect were his entire hope for staying alive.
But now Tang Tianlin was telling him that the Clear Sky Sect had never recovered because of him, and its younger disciples all regarded him as a sinner.
This was undoubtedly the last straw that broke the camel's back.
There was no hope of reviving Ah Yin, and the sect regarded him as a sinner.
Tang Hao had almost nothing left in this world to hold on to.
As for Tang San, he was merely a cook and didn't matter.
"Uncle Hao, pull yourself together. You're the youngest Titled Douluo on the continent."
"Besides, Father and I have always supported your return to the sect."
Tang Tianlin stepped forward, patted Tang Hao's shoulder, and offered words of comfort.
Tang Hao couldn't die now. If he died, all the later rewards would go down the drain.
At his words, a faint gleam flashed in Tang Hao's eyes. "Tianlin, does your father really think that?"
"Of course."
Tang Tianlin smiled faintly. "Father mentions you now and then, Uncle Hao. He says that if you were still in the sect, things would be a little easier for him."
He paused, then suddenly changed tack. "Unfortunately..."
Tang Hao's heart tightened. "Unfortunately what? Has something happened to my elder brother?"
Tang Tianlin shook his head and was just about to speak when footsteps sounded outside the door, approaching from a distance.
"Father, I'm back!"
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