Clear Sky Sect Master Tang Yuehua, God King San Reborn

"Yuehua..."

Tang Zhen raised a withered hand weakly and clasped Tang Yuehua's cool fingertips.

"Father, I'm here." Tang Yuehua's voice choked.

"The great edifice of the sect is about to fall... and there is no one to carry it on..."

Tang Zhen gasped for breath, his eyes full of remorse and pleading. "I can only leave this mess... for you to suffer through."

Summoning what remained of his authority, he swept his gaze over several members of the family and the three clan leaders and spoke hoarsely:

"From this moment on, I pass the position of Clear Sky Sect master... to Tang Yuehua."

"To see her is to see me. All arrangements within the sect shall be under Yuehua's control."

At those words, several of the sect's stewards changed color, unable to conceal the resistance that flashed in their eyes.

Let a woman with level-nine Soul Power and a malign Martial Soul mutation become sect master?

Any one of those three conditions would have made it impossible to lead the number one sect under heaven, and now she had collected all three like a set of cards. Was she trying to fuse a three-star card?

In the Clear Sky Sect, where only the hammer was respected and brains counted for nothing, which sect master of the past had not been a supreme powerhouse? Letting a money-losing burden who was not even a Soul Master lord it over them was enough to make the whole world laugh.

But looking at Tang Zhen on the bed, his face withered and his eyes still commanding, no one dared invite trouble at such a moment. They could only lower their heads and answer in reluctant unison:

"We obey the sect master's decree."

Tang Zhen saw how perfunctory they were, and desolation filled his heart, but there was nothing he could do.

With his last breath of strength, he ordered someone to fetch the swaddled infant and the rabbit previously left in the secret chamber.

The sleeping baby boy and the weak rabbit were carried into the room together.

Tang Zhen first pointed at the half-dead rabbit, its body reeking of rabbit musk, and said weakly:

"It is the original body left behind after the Hundred-Thousand-Year Soft Bone Rabbit sacrificed herself. Though all her cultivation has dissipated, it is still the true body of that transformed Soul Beast. Keep her well fed and cared for. In the future, you can use her as bait to draw those two unfilial sons out."

When the people gathered before the bed first heard "Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast," greed flickered in their eyes. But after a brief examination, several faces fell, filled with disappointment and contempt.

There was not the slightest fluctuation of Soul Power in the half-dead creature, and even a slightly firm squeeze would kill her. They curled their lips to themselves. Who would bother keeping that thing?

Tang Zhen then pointed tremblingly at the swaddled infant and solemnly announced to everyone:

"This child... is the son born of one of those two unfilial sons and the Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast."

"Though born of a sinful union, he possesses both supreme talent and the bloodline of a Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast. His natural gifts will surely be rare throughout the ages. He may reach... or even surpass the realm of our ancestor Tang Chen."

A trace of obsession welled up in Tang Zhen's eyes. He sincerely hoped the boy would one day lead the sect back to its peak.

"I name him... Tang Chuan."

"From this day forth, he is the young master of our Clear Sky Sect. When he comes of age and awakens his Martial Soul, he will be the sect's hope of reclaiming its place at the summit of the continent."

"The entire sect must devote all its resources to raising him. Anyone who dares neglect him shall be treated as a traitor to the sect."

Bai He, patriarch of the Speed Clan, stood to one side and looked at the swaddled infant, a chill flickering in his eyes.

A little bastard born from crossbreeding with a Soul Beast was fit to be named young sect master?

He was related to the Clear Sky Sect by blood: his elder sister had married Tang Zhen years ago. Though that made him the little bastard's granduncle, the little bastard's father had caused the death of his late sister's husband.

Yet Tang Zhen was actually treating the traitor's bastard spawn like a treasure. He really had gone senile.

The other stewards bowed their heads and paid their respects outwardly, but each harbored his own ulterior motives.

Once the old sect master was dead, who would care about a bastard still suckling at the breast? Given the chance, they could simply strangle him and toss him to the dogs.

Even Tang Yuehua, kneeling beside the bed, felt a trace of coldness and resentment slip quietly through her heart as her gaze fell on the baby boy's face.

Tang Xiao and Tang Hao, her two fine elder brothers.

There was no denying they had treated her well when they were children, but had her own father not done the same?

They had not hesitated to slaughter their own elders for the sake of so-called love, but those elders had always called her a money-losing burden and looked down on her. When disaster befell them, Tang Yuehua had even felt a faint sense of satisfaction.

But now her own father had been beaten nearly to death. How could she not hate them?

If not for her father's dignity and the charge he had left her, she would not even have wanted to look at the swaddled infant again.

As though sensing the conflicting intentions of the people before his bed, Tang Zhen's chest heaved violently. A coppery sweetness surged into his throat again, and he gritted his teeth and forced it down.

He gathered the last scraps of his strength and said:

"One more thing... not a whisper of my mortal wounds must get out."

"Once I have breathed my last, the entire sect is forbidden to announce my death. Tell outsiders only that I have entered seclusion to break through."

Tang Zhen gasped for air and continued:

"Only while I am still alive will Spirit Hall and the various powers on the continent have reason to fear us and not dare come knocking recklessly. Those two unfilial sons will be unable to tell what is true and what is false, and will not dare attack the sect lightly for the time being."

"As for the healing-type Soul Masters who treated me earlier, send trusted men to deal with them quietly at once. Leave no one alive who might let word slip."

With that, Tang Zhen's fingers clenched sharply, his knuckles turning blue.

His eyes widened, his withered lips worked frantically, and his throat gurgled. He seemed to have something more to entrust to Tang Yuehua, but in the end he could not draw another breath, and his arm fell limply.

A Super Douluo of his generation had kicked the bucket.

Silence hung in the room for a moment, followed by a chorus of insincere wailing.

Just then, the swaddled infant's eyelids twitched.

Within Tang Chuan's Sea of Consciousness, a strand of divine consciousness slowly awakened.

I never imagined that I, this God King, would be reborn?

He tried to use his spiritual power to investigate his surroundings, but his infant body was far too weak. The scene of the Divine Realm being swept into a turbulent current of spacetime in his previous life suddenly surged into his mind.

Damn that turbulent current of spacetime! How dare it plot against this God King? It truly has a way of courting death!

He suddenly remembered Xiao Wu, who had been swept in with him, and a wave of worry rose in his heart, but he soon set his mind at ease.

After all, he had trained a loyal dog, an exceptional hound he had firmly leashed with his money-losing daughter.

Tang San... no, Tang Chuan believed that Huo Yuhao, the loyal dog he had trained, would surely keep his little sister Xiao Wu safe.

His only worry was whether his little sister Xiao Wu might be lured away by another god. After all, the rabbit musk on his little sister Xiao Wu was so intoxicating.

As he thought about it, Tang San's divine consciousness took a deep sniff.

But it's not a big problem. Little sister Xiao Wu loves me so much, she'll surely keep herself pure for me. Once this God King grows up and returns to the Divine Realm...

In the swaddling, the corners of the baby's mouth curled into a Nike swoosh.

He had no idea that his life in hell had only just begun.

Tang Zhen's final affairs were handled without a sound. Even the sect's disciples and most of its officers never learned the truth.

To maintain the illusion that Tang Zhen was still alive, the story within the sect was that its master had entered seclusion to heal, while Tang Yuehua, now the only member of the direct line, temporarily assumed his position and managed all the sect's affairs.

After all, if the Clear Sky Sect announced a change of leadership at such a moment, and the replacement was a frail woman with a mere level nine in Soul Power, the outside powers would need only one look to guess the truth.

Tang Zhen's body was not yet cold, but apart from the three affiliated clans, the Clear Sky Sect's stewards had long since let his dying orders go in one ear and out the other, casting them beyond the ninth heaven.

In the eyes of these selfish Tang Family members, who knew nothing but how to swing their great hammers, Tang Xiao and Tang Hao had been grievously wounded and were already broken strays with their vitality badly depleted.

How could their number one sect under heaven cut off its own source of wealth because of two mere traitors?

Several stewards even boasted in private that if the Tang Hao brothers dared show their faces, they would give them a taste of their great hammers.

But cruel reality soon struck these brutes over the head.

In less than a month, retaliation descended like a howling storm.

Tang Xiao and Tang Hao had always been at the core of the Clear Sky Sect. Though Tang Hao knew only how to swing a hammer and smash people, Tang Xiao, as the eldest son, knew the sect's personnel deployments and the businesses that formed its economic lifeline like the back of his hand.

Several of the Clear Sky Sect's important outposts were bloodily purged by two great hammers in succession. Wherever they went, the Clear Sky Sect disciples left on guard were killed or wounded.

And amid the ruins, only two titles were left behind-Clear Sky Douluo and Howling Sky Douluo.