"Traitor, rebel, villain, Haotian scoundrel, give me back my father's life!"
Tang Lie was consumed by rage. He roared, summoned his Haotian True Body, and charged forward recklessly.
"I told you, I didn't do it on purpose."
Tang Hao's mind was already not very clear, and after being scolded by Tang Lie, he immediately slammed his hammer down, sending him flying several meters away.
"Elders, help me capture this traitor!"
Tang Xiao was completely disappointed with his brother at this point and intended to bring him back to the Haotian Sect, cripple his cultivation, and have him guard their father's spirit.
"Haotian Nine Absolutes, Nine-Nine Return to One!" *6
The massive hammer, crackling with black lightning, slowly descended with world-destroying power.
"Ring Detonation, Nine Rings Detonated Simultaneously."
Tang Hao, who originally intended to detonate eight rings, suddenly realized that the ninth ring could also be detonated. Although curious, the current situation didn't allow him to ponder further.
The force generated by the collision of the two giant hammers blew away the thatched hut behind Tang Hao, revealing the weak Yun'er inside.
Seeing Yun'er's precarious state, Tang Xiao's eyes turned bloodshot. He quickly flashed over, and while Tang Hao wasn't paying attention, he took Yun'er away and transferred some soul power to sustain her weak body.
Tang Hao, who had been at a disadvantage, suddenly had a faint red glow flash in his eyes. It was the asura god exerting power. He immediately used Nine Rings Detonated Simultaneously again.
"No, quickly dodge!"
Before Tang Ming could finish speaking, it was too late. He hardened his heart and used his body to forcefully withstand the Haotian Hammer.
"Boss!"
The other elders cried tears of sorrow, watching Tang Ming's body explode, their hearts filled with grief and indignation.
Tang Hao, who had come back to his senses, was stunned. He didn't know what had happened; a powerful energy had suddenly erupted, directly killing the First Elder with a hammer blow.
But looking at the angry glares of the remaining elders, he felt both guilt and a chill in his heart.
If you hadn't chased me, would those elders have died?
If Big Brother had willingly sent Yun'er to my bed, would I have injured him?
Could it be that, putting aside the facts, the Haotian Sect members are not at fault?
After a period of mental struggle, Tang Hao became corrupted. He was not wrong; the Haotian Sect was wrong. It was because the Haotian Sect did not fulfill him that things turned out this way.
In his view, the Haotian Sect was corrupt and needed a strong leader like him to become the Sect Master to achieve true greatness.
He understood. He then used the Haotian Hammer to repel the surrounding people and fled into the distance.
Watching Tang Hao's departing back, all the Haotian Sect disciples were furious. The remaining elders angrily shouted, "Issue a wanted poster! Three 50,000-year soul bones to apprehend Tang Hao! A reward of one million golden soul coins for providing his location, if confirmed!"
Tang Xiao's face was also gloomy. This time, their Haotian Sect had lost three elders, and among them, the First Elder was already at level 89 and had a high chance of becoming a Title Douluo in a few years.
"Alright, I will issue the wanted order."
With that, he looked at Yun'er, who had fainted in his arms due to weakness, his eyes filled with resentment towards Tang Hao, because Tang Hao had also abducted his son, Tang Xiao's son.
But he couldn't admit it, otherwise Tang Hao might kill his son to vent his anger.
...
The internal strife within the Haotian Sect was significant, and it couldn't be kept secret. In just a few days, the news spread throughout the entire continent.
Due to heavy losses, the Haotian Sect also announced its closure, leaving only the constantly active Ning Fengzhi among the Three Upper Sects.
Some people, upon learning of Tang Hao's bounty, intentionally or unintentionally sought his whereabouts.
Many bold individuals tried to claim the million golden soul coins, but they were all thrown out by the Haotian Sect with broken legs.
Spirit Hall.
Qian Xunfeng lay on the bed, embracing A Yin, watching the Haotian Sect's losses with great interest.
This time, he wanted to see what excuse the pure and noble Tang San would use to crusade against Spirit Hall.
"What's the matter? So happy."
A Yin seemed to recall Gu Yuena, whom Qian Xunfeng had brought a few days ago, and pouted unhappily.
"Of course, it's because my little Yin'er is too cute."
Qian Xunfeng chuckled, placed Qian Renchuan on the small bed, and teased A Yin in his arms.
"You're annoying."
A Yin's face turned crimson from his teasing, and she shyly leaned against Qian Xunfeng's chest.
As for Qian Renchuan, he looked at the ceiling speechlessly.
"Mom and Dad are still like this."
Qian Renchuan had a secret: he possessed a vague memory, and in his mind, there was a cultivation technique called Tang Sect Ultimate Arts.
This was his secret. When he learned that there were gods in this world, he planned to use the gods as an excuse to hand over this cultivation technique to his family in the future.
Perhaps due to his previous life, Qian Renchuan highly valued this family. In this life, he had a happy family and was greatly loved.
At this time, Qian Renchuan did not know about any damned Tang Sect rules or the rules of the Profound Heaven Treasure Record. He was just Qian Renchuan, who fortunately possessed a partial memory of his previous life.
One year later.
Bibidong returned from Slaughter City and came to the Pope's Hall to meet Qian Xunfeng.
"Your Holiness, Dong'er has returned."
Facing Qian Xunfeng, Bibidong's murderous aura instantly dissipated, and she willingly knelt before Qian Xunfeng.
During her two years in Slaughter City, she relied on her longing for Qian Xunfeng and the cup she had taken that Qian Xunfeng had used, to pass the Slaughter Trial.
"Hmm, you've received a divine inheritance?"
Upon hearing Qian Xunfeng's words, Bibidong's body trembled, but she quickly calmed down, secretly telling herself that she couldn't hide anything from her teacher.
"Yes, Your Holiness, it's a god named rakshasa god. She said my Martial Soul is very suitable for her divine position."
Bibidong's eyes were firm, and she revealed the rakshasa god without hesitation, even though the rakshasa god had told her that she could help her obtain her teacher.
However, she wanted to earn her teacher's forgiveness and approval on her own.
She, Bibidong, would sincerely earn her teacher's forgiveness.
"Very good."
Qian Xunfeng had a calm smile on his face. Seeing Bibidong's appearance, he felt he had disciplined her a bit too much, and said in a gentle voice, "Dong'er, come here."
"Dong'er!"
Bibidong's body gradually trembled upon hearing this long-lost address. Had her teacher finally recognized her?
In her excitement, Bibidong's mind went blank. She even forgot to stand up and crawled directly to Qian Xunfeng's feet.
Feeling her teacher's aura, Bibidong's eyes were dazed, and she greedily inhaled the faint fragrance emanating from Qian Xunfeng.
"Teacher, have you forgiven Dong'er?"
As if worried that everything was her own wishful thinking, Bibidong hugged one of her teacher's legs, knelt on the ground, and looked into her teacher's eyes with anticipation, asking sincerely.
"Relax your mind. No matter what happens, do not resist."
Qian Xunfeng didn't explicitly say he forgave her, nor did he say he didn't. It all depended on how Bibidong interpreted it.
At this moment, he possessed 50% of the authority of order. Even if the asura god came, he could contend with him one or two times with the Oath of Heavenly Speech. He intended to directly pass the Rakshasa God Trial and directly control the rakshasa god, thereby binding Bibidong even more tightly to him.
"Yes, please do as you wish with Dong'er, Teacher."
Bibidong's eyes were hazy, and looking at Qian Xunfeng's face, little hearts appeared. She wished she could offer herself to her teacher on the spot without hesitation; she had fantasized about it many times.
She felt a little secretly pleased. Her teacher didn't refuse, which meant her teacher had begun to forgive her. As long as she tried a little harder, she would definitely gain her teacher's forgiveness.
As her fantasies continued, a small pool of water gradually formed on the ground below. Two years of longing materialized at this moment.