Chapter 345: Yang Wudi
The relocation of the entire Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan was gradually losing its buzz as time passed.
People would eventually forget about what had already happened.
Both the Heaven Dou Empire and the Star Luo Empire were preparing, waiting for the one-month deadline to arrive, ready for a decisive battle.
On Tang San's side, he followed Tai Tan and the others to the Min Clan.
This time, the main venue was set at the Min Clan.
Due to Tang San's involvement, Tai Tan and the others were not the first to arrive, unlike in the original story.
In fact, they were the last to arrive.
"Tai Tan, you old fellow, in previous years, unless it was held at your place, you were always the first one here."
"Why are you so slow this year?"
The clan leader of the Min Clan, Bai He, walked up to Tai Tan with a smile on his face and patted him on the shoulder as he spoke.
"Haha…"
Tai Tan let out a hearty laugh and said, "When it comes to speed, who could possibly beat you, old white bird!"
"Yo, Xiangxiang has grown up so much!"
Suddenly, Tai Tan noticed Bai Chenxiang behind Bai He and couldn't help but praise her.
"Grandpa Tai Tan!"
Bai Chenxiang called out to him.
The young girl stood gracefully, her features delicate, though her clothes were quite plain.
But it was precisely those simple clothes that accentuated her beauty.
To use the terms of Blue Planet, Bai Chenxiang was like a school beauty from a commoner's background…
Though the Min Clan had a Soul Douluo-level powerhouse holding the fort, they had no real source of income.
Because of Tang Hao, all four affiliated clans had become targets of suppression by the Spirit Hall, and the younger generation could no longer receive gold soul coins from them.
Of course, the four affiliated clans were proud and unyielding, and would not accept monthly soul master subsidies from Spirit Hall either.
The Strength Clan made a living through forging, and the Defense Clan through construction. Though neither was wealthy, they managed to get by.
The Breaking Clan was relatively well-off. They survived by refining medicine, and many nobles in the Star Luo Empire sought to buy cultivation-aiding medicines from them.
As for the Min Clan, aside from delivering messages, there was really nothing else they could do!
But delivering messages wasn't a regular job and didn't earn much.
As a result, the Min Clan lived in poverty and had to rely on support from the other three clans.
Even Bai Chenxiang, the "little princess" of the clan, lived a difficult life.
Her pale face and frail frame made it obvious.
Clearly a genius of the Min Clan, but because of poor nutrition, she couldn't fully unleash her potential.
The fact that she'd cultivated to this point was already a stroke of luck.
This was also one of the reasons why someone of her age and strength was only undergoing the white-level assessment.
Suddenly, Yang Wudi, who had been silent the entire time, glanced at Tang San, then at Tai Tan, and said, "Old Gorilla, who's this kid? Why haven't I seen him before?"
Yang Wudi pointed at Tang San, who stood beside Tai Long.
Hearing this, everyone instinctively turned their eyes toward Tang San.
Tai Tan hesitated a bit—he had originally planned to bring this matter up at the banquet table.
He didn't expect Yang Wudi to have such sharp eyes and spot the unfamiliar Tang San right away.
Letting out an awkward laugh, Tai Tan finally said, "Old Goat, this is the son of an old acquaintance…"
Before Tai Tan could finish his sentence, Yang Wudi waved his hand and said, "Old Gorilla, just speak plainly. As long as his surname isn't Tang, I won't say anything—for your sake, since you brought him here."
The three generations of the Tai Tan family: "…"
Tang San: "…"
Tang San doesn't have the surname Tang—what, is he supposed to be called "Ah"?
Ah San?
There's no talking sense today!
"Old Goat, not everyone with the surname Tang is—"
"So, he really is named Tang?"
Yang Wudi's face darkened, and he immediately stood up. "Everyone with the surname Tang deserves to die! If it weren't for them, would we be in this miserable state?!"
"Hmph! No need for this gathering then!"
With that, Yang Wudi prepared to leave. The moment he heard the name Tang, his mood soured.
"You must be Senior Yang Wudi, correct?"
"I'm Tang San. I ask that you withdraw your prejudice, Senior."
Tang San cupped his hands and spoke calmly and respectfully.
He couldn't let Yang Wudi leave—if he did, they'd lose one powerful contributor.
Once they dealt with them later, raiding their clans would send his growth soaring!
The thought made Tang San even more excited.
Yang Wudi paused slightly, stopped in his tracks, then turned to face Tang San and said, "Kid, do you know how badly those with the surname Tang have harmed us?"
"If you weren't brought here by Tai Tan, I'd kill you right now!"
"Withdraw my prejudice? You think you are worthy?"
Tang San's expression darkened. Tai Tan, seeing this, tried to defuse the tension. "Old Goat, sit down, let's talk it out, talk it out."
Tai Tan patted Yang Wudi on the shoulder. Meanwhile, Bai He, the patriarch of the Min Clan, was quietly studying Tang San.
He had a vague feeling Tang San looked familiar.
Definitely someone from the Clear Sky Clan...
He just didn't know whose child.
Suddenly, it was as if something clicked in Bai He's mind. He glanced at Tai Tan, then at Tang San.
Tai Tan might hate the Clear Sky Clan just like he did—but there was one person Tai Tan had always remained loyal to.
That man was Tang Hao, the Clear Sky Douluo.
If this youth before them was Tang Hao's son, then everything made sense.
Though Bai He remained silent, he was, in truth, the sharpest mind in the room.
The wise often don't speak first.
Unlike someone like Yang Wudi—straightforward, without much subtlety.
"This brat—whose son is he, that you'd go so far to protect him?!"
Yang Wudi's voice was loud, filled with doubt.
Before Tai Tan could say anything, Tang San answered on his own, "My father is Tang Hao."
The moment those words landed, the entire reception hall fell into complete silence. You could hear a pin drop. Breaths grew heavy and strained.
After a long pause, Yang Wudi asked uncertainly, "Who did you say your father is?"
"My father is Tang Hao."
Hearing Tang San confirm it, Yang Wudi instantly flew into a rage. The Breaking Spear appeared in his hand almost instantly.
Eight soul rings surged up from beneath him—
Yellow, Yellow, Purple, Purple, Black, Black, Black, Black.
(According to the novel, the Breaking Spear has only eight rings. The "self-attached ninth ring" is a change made in the comic adaptation. This follows the original novel.)
With the appearance of those rings, the full power of a Soul Douluo burst forth from Yang Wudi.
"You brat, you deserve to die!"
In a flash, the Breaking Spear was already at Tang San's chest. Just a little closer, and Tang San would have had a hole right through him.
"Speak! Where is Tang Hao?!"
"If it weren't for that bastard, would my Breaking Clan have ended up like this?!"
Yang Wudi roared in fury.
"Old Goat, calm down! Calm down!"
"That incident had nothing to do with Tang San!"
"He might not have even been born at the time…"
"Besides, he's not part of the Clear Sky Clan anymore…"
(End of Chapter)
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