Chapter 36 He is the Lord of the Holy Court! Yu Xiaogang Aims to Surpass Heaven!
Inside the Holy Court, Jiang Che sat in a rocking chair, staring blankly at the Heavenly Ranking, a hint of languor about him.
He hadn't slept long after returning when he was jolted awake by the voice of the Heavenly Ranking.
Before he could react, he exclaimed, "Haotian Sect has been erased from the Heavenly Ranking? What happened?"
As soon as Jiang Che finished speaking, a figure appeared beside him. The man was handsome, appearing to be in his early thirties, tall and slender, dressed in white, and exuding a gentle and refined air.
The young man cupped his hands in a respectful bow to Jiang Che, saying, "Holy Lord."
Jiang Che slightly tilted his head, responded softly, and asked, "Dean, what happened?"
The man's name was Dean, his martial soul was the Dark Mantis, and he was a level 99 Limit Douluo!
His title was Holy King! He was also one of the Holy Court's two guardian saints.
Jiang Che hadn't been in the Holy Court for some time and didn't know what had happened.
Dean then recounted the events surrounding Haotian Sect's visit to the sect.
Gaia single-handedly fought against the entire power of the Clear Sky Sect. Cassius was suppressed by Tang Hao, and then Miris stepped in and killed Tang Hao.
After listening, Jiang Che stretched and said calmly, "So that's how it is. Now that the Clear Sky Sect has been destroyed by us, it's time to go out and show our faces."
With that, Jiang Che got up and slowly walked towards the door.
After this incident, even more forces would come.
Seeing them all blocking the mountain gate, Jiang Che felt somewhat disgusted.
It would be better to take this opportunity to take in a few disciples, then drive them away and continue to live in seclusion.
Outside the Holy Court, the discussions gradually subsided as they watched Gaia take out all the soul bones from Tang Hao's body.
As the inheritor of the Clear Sky Sect, the soul bones in Tang Hao's body were the sect's heirlooms passed down for thousands of years!
Their value and quality were incomparable to those of ordinary soul bones, so naturally they had to be taken back to the Holy Court for safekeeping.
Ning Fengzhi's eyes flickered, and he was about to step forward to ask when the Holy Lord would return when his gaze caught sight of a figure walking out of the mountain gate—it was Jiang Che.
Xue Qinghe, Gu Rong, and the others beside him also noticed and turned their gazes toward him.
"Hmm?"
"Why can't I sense his soul power fluctuations?" Yu Yuanzhen frowned slightly, puzzled.
Title Douluos have extremely precise control over soul power, and even those with high cultivation can more or less detect soul power fluctuations, but he couldn't detect Jiang Che's soul power.
Gu Rong, Yue Guan, and Gui Mei were also somewhat puzzled.
Under everyone's gaze, Jiang Che slowly walked to Miris and Cassius's side and said, "How are your injuries? Are you alright?"
The Haotian Sect's combat power was astonishing, especially Tang Hao.
Although his character was questionable, his strength was indeed among the top in the continent. Jiang Che was still worried that these young men might have some hidden injuries.
The three men were startled by the familiar voice and turned around simultaneously. Seeing Jiang Che, they quickly bowed and said in unison, "Holy Lord, we are unharmed."
Suddenly, everyone's expression froze, their gazes fixed on Jiang Che, a choked sound escaping their throats.
Everyone present heard the three men address Jiang Che as "Holy Lord"!
He was the Holy Lord who founded the Holy Court and nurtured so many powerful individuals?! That Jiang Che!!
How old did he look? How could this young man be the Holy Lord?
Despite their doubts, the actions of the three men were undeniable; they were indeed addressing him as "Holy Lord."
"..."
Gaia took out the soul bones from Tang Hao's body and said to Jiang Che, "Holy Lord, these are the soul bones taken from Tang Hao's body. Please take a look."
Jiang Che glanced at the soul bones, nodded slightly, and said calmly, "The quality is acceptable, but they are less than 100,000 years old. Let's keep them in the treasury."
"Soul bones that are less than 100,000 years old are not qualified to be absorbed by the experts of my Holy Court."
As soon as these words were spoken, the entire place fell silent.
Countless eyes were filled with utterly horrified disbelief, as if the entire world had collapsed at that moment.
Even a ten-thousand-year-old soul bone was a priceless treasure on the continent, rarely obtained, yet in this Holy Court, a soul bone less than a hundred thousand years old was deemed unworthy of absorption.
Shock and bewilderment surged in everyone's eyes. For a long time—on the other side, inside Shrek Academy.
Yu Xiaogang and Flander looked up at the sky, equally shocked. The latter exclaimed incredulously, "Tang Hao was killed? How is that possible?!"
"That's the Haotian Douluo Continent! How many people in the world could harm him?!"
His legs went weak, and he slumped into a chair, speechless with astonishment.
Yu Xiaogang had intended to use the fame of nurturing Tang San to solidify his status as a Grandmaster and return to his family.
He had taken Tang San as his disciple because he valued his talent, the Haotian Douluo behind him, and the Haotian Sect.
With Tang Hao around, he felt confident nurturing Tang San.
But now, only a few years later, Tang San had just advanced to Soul Master, and Tang Hao was gone?!
Without Tang Hao, Shrek Academy was tantamount to being isolated and helpless, and Tang San's identity was a ticking time bomb.
If the Spirit Hall and the Holy Court discovered it, they might even lose their lives.
Flander was also worried about this; he didn't want to risk everything because of Tang San.
Thinking of this, Flander quickly said, "Xiao Gang, you must break off your relationship with Xiao San immediately!"
"I'll refund him double my tuition and send him far away. That way, we can all survive!"
Hearing this, Yu Xiaogang frowned, his gaze grave.
Flander's suggestion was indeed a solution; only by sending Tang San away could they survive.
But how would he prove himself to the world?
Should he return to Notting Academy and wait for the next destined person? Or should he go to the Spirit Hall to find Bibi Dong and be gossiped about?
After a long pause,
Yu Xiaogang seemed to have made up his mind. He shook his head slightly, his eyes resolute, and said, "No, for the safety of Xiao San and us, he can't leave!"
In his view, the only true geniuses today are Tang San and a few others; otherwise, the Holy Lord wouldn't have secluded himself from the world but would continue to take on disciples.
Right now, there should still be many people at the Holy Court gates who want to become Jiang Che's disciples.
If he could gamble with the Holy Lord and have Jiang Che take on someone the same age as Tang San as a disciple for a competition, Tang San would definitely win. After all, besides Bibi Dong, Tang San is the only one on the entire continent with twin martial souls!
At that time, he could prove his worth to the world, gain the Holy Lord's favor, and live a life of ease.
Hearing Yu Xiaogang's idea, Flander's hesitation deepened. He said, "Your method has some merit, but the risk is too great."
"If we didn't send Tang San away, with Old Zhao's and my Soul Saint cultivation, we could provide you with a good life."
Yu Xiaogang shook his head, his tone firm.
"No. There aren't many times in life when you can control your own destiny. I have to consider whether this might be my only chance in this life."
"Life is like a game of chess. Even if the Holy Court is heaven, I will enter the game myself and win against fate!" As they spoke, Tang San happened to walk over with the herbs he had bought.
He said to Yu Xiaogang and Flander, "Teacher, the herbs have been purchased. We can continue training."
Seeing their solemn expressions as they looked at him, Tang San felt uneasy. "Teacher, what's wrong?"
Yu Xiaogang looked deeply at Tang San and said sorrowfully, "Little San, your father is dead..."
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