Ah Yin's soul trembled; she couldn't believe these words came from the mouth of the man she loved so deeply.
"No...don't..."
"Tang Hao, you can't be so selfish! I'd rather live like this forever than use my son's life to bring him back to life!"
"Ah Yin, stop being unreasonable."
Tang Hao stood up.
"I'm doing this for your own good."
"If he is willing to commit suicide obediently, I can show him mercy."
"Give him a chance, acknowledge me as his father."
You can't treat people differently like that!
Ah Yin's voice was filled with pain and despair, "He is also our son! Just like San'er, he is our son!"
"No."
Tang Hao categorically denied it.
"We only have one son, and that is Tang San."
His gaze shifted to the outside of the cave, a hint of fanatical pride flashing in his eyes.
"Only San'er's talent is worthy of being our son!"
"Don't be fooled by Tang Qing's current strength and arrogance."
"In my eyes, he's nothing but a fleeting cloud. But San'er, he has the potential... to become a god!"
"Twin martial souls are far beyond what Tang Qing can compare to!"
"Tang Hao!!!"
Ah Yin let out her final, mournful cry.
However, Tang Hao had already turned around and strode towards the cave entrance.
He was going to see his real son, Tang San.
As for the so-called "Blue Silver King," he was nothing more than a sacrifice he prepared for his wife.
...
The North, Shrek Academy.
This is no longer the dilapidated little village outside Soto, but a brand-new campus rebuilt in a valley.
Because of her complete disappointment with Yu Xiaogang, Liu Erlong ultimately did not hand over Lanba Academy to him, but continued to run it herself.
Flander had no choice but to rely on Tang Hao's secret help to lead the Shrek Seven Devils to this newly established northern land, where they managed to settle down.
In a small grove of trees on the hill behind the college.
Tang Hao looked at the spirited young man before him, his eyes filled with affection and admiration.
It was Tang San.
"Father."
Tang San looked at Tang Hao with a look of filial piety on his face.
"Three days later, the Blue Silver King will hold a banquet in the royal city, inviting all the powerful families in the Northern Territory to attend the ceremony."
"Dean Flander is in a dilemma, unsure whether Shrek Academy should go or not."
Upon hearing this, Tang Hao revealed a disdainful sneer.
He reached out his large, kind hand and affectionately ruffled Tang San's hair.
"No need to go."
"He's just a clown, don't bother with him."
"If he dares to harm Shrek Academy, I will personally go... and teach him a lesson."
Tang Hao's tone was calm, yet full of domineering power.
"Dad, you're so good."
Tang San felt at ease and a bright smile appeared on his face.
He already knew that his father was a powerful Title Douluo, which filled him with a sense of security and pride.
However, no matter how much he pressed his father, he would never mention anything about his mother, which left a knot in his heart.
"San'er, how is your soul power cultivation going?" Tang Hao asked.
When cultivation was mentioned, Tang San's smile faded a bit, and he straightened his back.
"I've reached level 35."
This speed is absolutely genius-level among peers.
However, Tang Hao frowned slightly after hearing this.
He shook his head.
"It's still too low."
"That Blue Silver King, at your age, is said to have already become a Title Douluo."
A flicker of anxiety crossed Tang Hao's mind.
When will we be able to take revenge on the Spirit Hall?
When will San'er be able to truly grow up and unleash the potential of his twin martial souls?
Tang San's face paled, and his fists clenched involuntarily.
A sixteen-year-old Title Douluo?
How is that possible!
"Although I am born with full soul power, I also have twin martial souls."
"But... the resources for cultivation are really too poor."
"If I could have the help of celestial herbs, my cultivation speed would definitely increase by leaps and bounds!"
As he spoke, he secretly glanced at his father.
He couldn't quite understand it.
Why is my father, who is clearly one of the top titled Douluo on the continent, so destitute that he can't even provide me with any decent cultivation resources?
Tang Hao naturally saw through his son's thoughts, and a feeling of embarrassment and shame welled up in his heart.
Yes, as a father, I have indeed failed my son too much.
But then I thought about it again, and it was precisely in such a harsh environment that San'er was able to cultivate to level 35 before he was even sixteen. What an amazing talent that was!
Tang Hao's heart was filled with unparalleled pride.
He truly is my son!
He suddenly remembered something.
"A divine medicinal herb..."
A slender, green figure appeared in Tang Hao's mind.
That old monster Dugu Bo seems to have a medicinal garden filled with all sorts of rare herbs.
"Father, look at this."
Tang San seemed to have been prepared, and took out a slightly yellowed drawing from his pocket and handed it over.
The text describes the forms and effects of various exotic herbs, which are the celestial items recorded in the Xuan Tian Bao Lu.
Tang Hao took the blueprints, glanced at them, and nodded emphatically.
"Leave it to me."
He had made up his mind.
If that Blue Silver King really is my eldest son, then that would be perfect.
Let him hand over that old poisoner's herb garden and his own soul bones.
Then, obediently commit suicide and offer up your bloodline.
Presumably, he will obediently accept his father's arrangements.
Otherwise, it would be a grave act of treason!
...
The news that the Blue Silver King would host a banquet in the royal city in three days to invite the lords of the Northern Territory to celebrate the establishment of the Northern Territory spread like wildfire throughout the entire Heavenly Dou Empire and even further afield.
The eyes of countless forces are focused on this new northern city that rose to prominence overnight.
Three days passed in the blink of an eye.
The Blue Silver Prince's Mansion was brightly decorated and exuded an extraordinary grandeur.
The huge banquet hall was brightly lit, as bright as day.
The ground was paved with smooth, mirror-like obsidian, and the dome was inlaid with fist-sized luminous pearls.
The walls are carved with lifelike blue and silver grass totems, luxurious yet majestic.
Hundreds of guards clad in black armor stood like javelins around the perimeter.
His entire being exuded an aura of iron-blooded ruthlessness, making the atmosphere in the entire banquet hall solemn.
Tang Qing sat high on the throne at the very top.
Today he wore a black royal robe embroidered with dark gold and blue silver grass patterns, his long hair was tied up with a simple jade hairpin, his face was handsome, his expression was calm, and he had a kingly aura that was dignified without anger.
Zhu Zhuqing stood quietly beside him.
She changed out of her usual black tight leather outfit and put on a dark purple long dress with a high slit.
It perfectly accentuated her already stunning figure.
Her long, slender neck, delicate collarbones, incredibly slim waist, and the long, straight, and shapely legs that were faintly visible beneath her skirt all exuded a fatal allure.
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