Chapter 105: Return to the Ancestral Home
"Don't do it, brother, we're on the same side!"
At this critical moment, Tang Long and the others climbed up from the iron chain. Hearing Tang Long's voice, the two guards faltered slightly.
"Kill them…"
The cold voice of the Shura God rang out once more in Tang San's mind.
In an instant, Tang San's eyes turned blood-red. A surge of uncontrollable murderous desire erupted from within him.
A terrifying killing aura swept across the mountain, enveloping the entire Clear Sky Sect.
With a sudden step, he whipped his leg around in a wide arc. The two guards were hit squarely and were sent flying, slamming into the heavy gate of the sect with a groan before collapsing in a heap.
Without hesitation, Tang San darted forward, the Clear Sky Hammer materializing in his left hand. He raised it high, aiming to smash it down on the heads of the dazed guards.
"Stop!"
A thunderous shout split the air. A dark golden Clear Sky Hammer shot forth and collided with Tang San's hammer with a deafening crash.
The immense force transmitted through the hammer made Tang San grunt and stumble several steps back before regaining his footing.
The two guards lay unconscious, blood seeping from their orifices due to the shockwave of the clash.
A man stepped out from within the sect, his presence overwhelming. He shielded the guards with his body, standing with hands behind his back, his eyes fixed coldly on Tang San.
"Who are you? How dare you force your way into the Clear Sky Sect!"
His voice echoed like thunder in Tang San's mind, breaking through the haze of murderous intent clouding his senses.
Tang San blinked and finally saw the man clearly.
He bore a striking resemblance to Tang Hao—about seventy percent similar. Towering over two meters, with a broad chest, chiseled features, and short gray hair, he stood like an immovable mountain.
"Father…"
Tang San muttered instinctively, but shook his head to clear the confusion.
"Sect Master!"
Tang Long rushed forward and bowed respectfully to the man.
"Tang Long! Who did you bring here?"
Tang Xiao's furious glare fell on Tang Long, his voice stern.
"He said he is Tang Hao's son. He bears the Clear Sky Hammer and came to recognize his ancestry," Tang Long replied nervously, sweat beading on his forehead.
The chaos Tang San had caused clearly weighed heavily on him.
Tang Xiao's expression darkened, but he hesitated upon hearing the name. He fixed his gaze on Tang San.
"Where is Tang Hao? Why didn't he come himself? Is this how he shows respect to the sect?"
His voice was bitter, anger and disappointment mingling.
Tang San looked up, eyes dim and voice soft.
"Sect Master, my father…"
He faltered. Tang Xiao's heart clenched at his tone.
"…he passed away not long ago."
"What?!"
Tang Xiao staggered backward, the fire in his eyes extinguished by the news.
"Father…"
Tang San's voice was vacant, filled with grief. The Blue Silver Grass and the Clear Sky Hammer shimmered faintly in his hands, confirming his lineage.
Tang Xiao's face twisted in sorrow. He saw clearly now: this boy was indeed Tang Hao's son.
"Second Brother… No, this can't be true! He was the Clear Sky Douluo! The one even Spirit Hall feared!"
Tang Xiao fell into grief, unable to accept reality. Memories of the past flooded his mind—his time with Tang Hao and Ah Yin, the conflicts, the sacrifices, and the bitter fallout with Spirit Hall that led to their seclusion.
Though resentment once festered in his heart, it had faded over the years. Now, the pain of permanent separation weighed heavier than any grudge.
He took a deep breath, struggling to steady himself.
"Who was it!" he finally hissed.
"…Qin Chuan," Tang San answered, his voice low, but filled with venom. "And Spirit Hall. I will cut them to pieces!"
A chilling murderous aura erupted from Tang San once again. His crimson eyes blazed, and the killing intent seemed to devour the very air.
Behind him, Tang Long and the others felt the overwhelming pressure. Their faces turned pale, and bloodlust stirred in their hearts, nearly out of control.
With effort, Tang San summoned his Clear Sky Hammer again, anchoring himself back to reality.
Tang Xiao stepped forward and placed a hand on Tang San's shoulder.
A rush of powerful soul force surged into Tang San's body. Yet instead of pain, Tang San felt a familiar warmth—an undeniable connection.
"Follow me inside," Tang Xiao said.
Tang San nodded, his gaze steady, and entered the sect alongside Tang Xiao.
Inside the Sect
After listening to Tang San recount the events that led to his arrival, Tang Xiao's fury boiled over. But as the Sect Master of the Clear Sky Sect, his responsibilities extended beyond personal vengeance.
Against Spirit Hall and Qin Chuan, even Tang Xiao could only proceed cautiously.
For now, he made the choice to accept Tang San's return.
"Xiao San, from today onward, call me Uncle. I will treat you as my own son."
"Uncle…"
Tang San responded solemnly. His scarlet eyes softened, and a long-lost sense of family calmed the raging storm inside him.
"We must act swiftly. I will summon the elders. Rest assured—no one will stop you from returning to your roots!"
Haotian Sect Meeting Hall
The air was heavy in the great hall, where the elders had assembled.
Tang Xiao sat in the central seat, exuding authority. His face was grim.
Tang San stood quietly to the side, head bowed, lost in thought.
The five elders sat in silence for a moment, then began whispering among themselves, their eyes frequently drifting to the young man before them.
Finally, Tang Xiao raised his head and spoke with measured weight:
"I've called you all here today to inform you—Tang San has returned to his ancestral home!"
His voice rang throughout the hall.
One of the elders, a thin and wrinkled old man, spoke up.
"Sect Master, forgive me for asking… but are we certain he is truly Tang Hao's son?"
Tang Xiao slammed a hand onto the table and barked,
"Is there any doubt?!"