Guided by Tang Yuehua, Bai He led Bai Chenxiang up to the third floor of Moon Pavilion.
The moment he stepped inside, Bai He's eyes narrowed.
At the table sat a disheveled middle-aged man clad in coarse linen. His beard was untrimmed, his eyes dull with exhaustion, his once-upright back slightly hunched under the weight of years. There was no trace of the peerless Clear Sky Douluo who had once shaken Heaven and Earth—only the image of a weary blacksmith crushed by life and regret.
"Tang Hao greets Uncle."
Seeing that familiar figure from his memories, Tang Hao immediately rose and bowed deeply, bending his waist until it was nearly parallel to the ground.
Bai He's expression wavered. He hurried forward, lifting Tang Hao up with trembling hands.
"Hao'er… you've suffered."
His voice was hoarse, carrying an unmistakable quiver.
Bai Chenxiang froze. She had never imagined her usually stern grandfather capable of such emotion.
Tang Yuehua was also moved by the reunion. Although she noticed Bai Chenxiang's odd reaction, she simply assumed it was shock at Tang Hao's identity.
After a brief exchange of grief-filled words, the conversation gradually shifted to its true purpose.
"Hao'er," Bai He said gravely, "your complexion is pale, and your spirit power circulation is sluggish. Is it because old injuries were never healed?"
"Thank you for your concern, Uncle." Tang Hao smiled bitterly. "The injuries I sustained fighting Qian Xunji back then were too severe. I had neither time nor resources to heal them properly. Over the years, they've worsened into chronic wounds that can no longer be cured."
Bai He's face changed drastically.
"How could this be? Have you been to the Sacrificial Shop?"
"My identity makes it inconvenient," Tang Hao sighed. "And I lack sacrificial coins. I've endured this long already—it doesn't matter if they can't be cured."
He bowed slightly.
"I've troubled you with my worries, Uncle."
Bai He stood abruptly, his face struggling with indecision. After a long pause, he clenched his teeth.
"Chenxiang," he said firmly, "retrieve the spirit medicine I mortgaged with Old Goat."
Tang Yuehua's eyes lit up at once. Tang Hao, however, looked startled.
"Uncle, what spirit medicine is it?"
Bai He did not immediately explain. Instead, he said solemnly,
"Hao'er, from today onward, your uncle will never allow you to suffer like this again."
Today, I'll ensure you become a corpse—so you won't have to worry about injuries tomorrow.
Aloud, he continued,
"It's called Crystal Blood Dragon Ginseng. A sixth-grade healing spirit herb. It greatly enhances the body's self-recovery and should be able to heal your injuries."
Tang Hao was shocked.
"That's impossible! How could I accept something so precious?!"
I only said it could cure you. I never said I would give it to you.
"What loss compares to restoring the Clear Sky Sect's prestige?" Bai He replied calmly.
As long as the Sect regains its prestige, losing you is nothing.
"Uncle…" Tang Hao's voice trembled, deeply moved.
Bai He turned to his granddaughter.
"What are you waiting for? Go."
Bai Chenxiang responded at once, leaving Moon Pavilion and slipping into a narrow alley. Not long after, she arrived at Yang Wudi's residence.
"It's Tang Hao," she reported. "He has severe lingering injuries—likely from his battle with the Supreme Pontiff."
Yang Wudi sneered.
"So he hasn't lived well these years."
"How could he?" Niu Gao said coldly. "He neither sought revenge nor returned to atone. If neither Spirit Hall nor the Clear Sky Sect could find him, he must have hidden in some remote corner, wasting away."
"Then why come out now?"
"Who knows."
Yang Wudi waved his hand impatiently.
"Enough. Xian'er—inform Golden Crocodile. Lei'er—notify Chen Xin and Dugu Bo. Tai Long—inform Yu Yuanzhen. In the time it takes to drink a cup of tea, converge on Moon Pavilion."
Inside Moon Pavilion, laughter and memories filled the room.
Bai He's performance was flawless—so convincing that even Tang Yuehua, experienced in dealing with nobles, was completely deceived. Tang Hao, who had lived in decline for over a decade, never suspected a thing.
Just as Tang Hao was about to speak of his proud son, his expression suddenly changed.
In a flash, he appeared at the window—his gaze locking with Chen Xin's outside.
Since he had been exposed, Chen Xin no longer concealed himself. His spirit power surged outward, revealing his breakthrough to Level 97. Almost simultaneously, six more terrifying Titled Douluo auras rose around Moon Pavilion, sealing it completely.
Tang Hao spun back in fury—only to see Bai He dissolve into a fading afterimage. His true body had vanished the instant Tang Hao moved.
Tang Yuehua's face turned deathly pale, yet she forced herself to remain calm.
"Brother Hao, there's a hidden passage beneath my bed. It leads underground to the slums—you can escape there."
"It's useless," Tang Hao said coldly. "If we don't break through now, they'll seal the city and search inch by inch. More forces will arrive. Escape will only become harder."
He no longer harbored any hope.
Spirit power erupted. The roof shattered as Tang Hao rose into the air.
Golden Crocodile—Level 98.
Chen Xin—Level 97.
Yu Yuanzhen—Level 96.
Dugu Bo—Level 95.
Even this lineup alone was enough to drive him to despair.
But when he turned his gaze, his heart suffered an even deeper wound.
To his left stood three figures, each wielding a Clear Sky Hammer.
Tang Lie—Level 93.
Tang Wei—Level 94.
And at the forefront—Tang Xiao, Level 97.
"Big Brother…" Tang Hao's voice shook with fury. "You too?"
Tang Yuehua could no longer contain herself.
"Big Brother! What are you doing?! This is Brother Hao!"
Tang Xiao ignored her. His bloodshot eyes stared at Tang Hao—the face he had worried over for years.
After a long silence, Tang Xiao spoke.
"After Sect Master Tang Lie told me the plan, I volunteered. There are things I must ask you."
"Ask," Tang Hao sneered, secretly gathering spirit power. "With this many people, are you afraid I won't answer?"
Tang Xiao's voice was low.
"Golden Crocodile said the hunting team consisted of Qian Xunji, Gui Mei, and Yue Guan. You were only Rank 89. How did you contend with them?"
"Clear Sky Nine Absolutes. Great Sumeru Hammer."
"Gui Mei and Yue Guan possess a Spirit Fusion Skill. Qian Xunji had the Angelic Domain. How did you contend with them?"
Tang Hao froze.
"How did you contend with them?" Tang Xiao asked a third time, his voice hoarse. "Father wouldn't kill you because of Grandfather's prestige. And yet, Grandfather's invincible reputation was ruined by you."
"…Qian Xunji wanted to capture me alive."
"After Ah Yin sacrificed herself, did you use that power to ambush and kill him?"
"My wife died!" Tang Hao roared. "Am I not allowed to avenge her?! You once said she was pure! You entrusted her to me!"
Tears streamed down Tang Xiao's face.
"Answer me. Did you attempt to kill him while he was unguarded?"
"…Yes."
"After that, Father died. The Sect went into seclusion. You knew this. Where were you?"
"…Guarding Ah Yin's tomb."
"Why didn't you bring her back?"
"…I failed the Sect."
"Then why didn't you return to atone?"
Silence.
"Why," Tang Xiao asked at last, "did you bring a transformed Spirit Beast—pregnant—to a Spirit Hall bishop?"
Tang Hao exploded.
"She wanted to see the world!"
"You knew her aura was leaking. Why didn't you hide her?"
"…I couldn't."
"Why didn't you return to the Sect?"
"…I believed I could protect her."
"Then why continue traveling the continent until Spirit Hall came?"
Tang Hao lowered his head.
Tang Xiao laughed—long, bitter laughter that echoed across Heaven Dou City.
"Where is Ah Yin buried?"
"…South of Saint Spirit Village."
"Where is her child?"
Silence.
"That is my child as well," Tang Xiao said. "I will take him back."
"…Shrek Academy."
Tang Xiao placed a dagger in Tang Hao's hand.
"Do you remember what we swore that night?"
Then he stepped back.
"Take your own life."
Tang Hao raised the dagger.
"One last question," Tang Xiao said. "Have you ever regretted it?"
"How could I not?" Tang Hao sobbed. "Every day and night."
He plunged the dagger into his heart.
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