Howling Sky Douluo (2)

Tang long raised his hand and knocked twice,

"Sect master, we've brought Tang San."

"Enter."

A deep rich voice echoed from within the room. To Tang San's ears, it was extraordinarily familiar, because this voice was eighty percent similar to his father Tang Hao's.

Tang Long pushed open the door and signaled Tang San with his eyes, then took the lead to go inside. Tang Tian didn't follow, but rather stood by the door.

This room was more than a hundred square meters, the interior decorated very simply, a wide table, bookcases covering both walls, as well as two long sofas.

Tang Yue-Hua sat gracefully on a sofa. Seeing the white dressed Tang San follow Tang Long inside, the smile on her face instantly grew wider.

Tang San naturally glanced at his aunt, but his attention was still drawn by the stalwart figure behind the table.

More than two meters tall, the back of a tiger and waist of a bear, a chiseled face and short grizzled hair.

He was equally dressed in grey, but sitting there, he was like the core of this castle.

Two meters was perhaps not very tall, but if Tang San had to describe this person in words, perhaps he could only call him 'towering'.

His father's eyes were muddy, caused by those old injuries, and this man who was seventy or eighty percent similar to his father seemed even a bit younger. His bright and full of expression eyes were like torches. In a short while of staring at Tang San, a vast and wild aura covered the sky and hid the earth, without any attempt at restraint, the enormous pressure enveloped Tang San all at once.

But ingeniously, this pressure completely bypassed Tang Long, without subjecting him to a bit of its effect.

Tang Long wasn't weak, and his complexion swiftly changed. As he looked at Tang San again, his gaze couldn't help being somewhat anxious.

But astonishing Tang Long was that Tang San stepped into the room, confronting that assault of pressure without his expression changing in the slightest. His feet standing in a faint T-shape, his waist and back perfectly straight. The graceful expression faded away, replaced by respect.

Both knees bending, two vague layers of blue and white light could be faintly distinguished around Tang San. Kneeling on the ground with a putong sound, he saluted the man behind the table releasing the vast pressure.

"Tang San pays his respects to sect master."

Only a few words, but each syllable was pronounced extremely distinctly, and also exceptionally coherently.

The pupils of Tang Long's eyes enlarged somewhat. Was this fellow really human? Confronting the sect master's powerful pressure, he could actually still move into a kneeling salute, and even speak.

'Could his strength really be greater than mine? But, second aunt said he was only twenty.'

In fact, he couldn't know how immense the pressure Tang San endured right now was.

That immense pressure was like a cloud piercing mountain, pressuring him until he was unable to breathe. Tang San appeared very calm right now, but in fact he had already released both his great domains.

The Deathgod Domain made up the inner layer, covered by the Blue Silver Domain outside, making the outside world unable to sense the aura he released.

Moreover, his body was also already completely taut.

That was after all a physique that had passed the forging of two great immortal herbs and countless experiences. The pressure Tang San endured right now was like when he trained his hammer under the waterfall.

Each of his movements actually looked for the weakest area in the pressure that confronted him, and by these movements he could reduce the stress the pressure caused him.

As for the words he spoke, they were spat out with inner strength.

The man behind the table withdrew his gaze, and all the pressure instantly disappeared. Tang San only felt his surroundings empty, as if all his strength had been spent. If not for his steady balance practiced under the waterfall for a long time, perhaps he would've made a fool of himself and toppled over. But he was in the end still able to stabilize himself, his upper body swayed once, but he still maintained the salute.

"Get up."

The deep voice came from that man. That's right, this person was the Clear Sky School's current sect master, Tang Hao's elder brother, Tang Xiao. One of Clear Sky School's twin Douluo. His title was Howling Sky.

Tang San didn't get up immediately, but rather kowtowed three times to Tang Xiao, three dong dong dong sounds echoing as his forehead impacted the floor.

Tang Yue-Hua's brows wrinkled, hastily stepping forward to pull up Tang San,

"What are you doing? Your father's matters from back then can't be left to you to undertake."

Whether her or Tang Xiao, both naturally understood that Tang San made these three headbumps for Tang Hao to Tang Xiao.

Tang San hung his head and got up,

"A father's debts pass to the son, this is Heaven's law and earth's principle. Sect master, I hope to assume responsibility for everything on behalf of my father."

Ever since Tang San stepped through the door, Tang Xiao's expression had been somewhat indeterminate. Hearing these words, Tang Xiao fiercely slapped the stone table in front of him with a palm, furiously shouting:

"What can you assume?"

With a soft chi sound, the table in front of Tang Xiao quietly collapsed, unexpectedly turning into fine powder just like that, against expectations without influencing anything in the surroundings. Imperceptibly, he had already revealed his profound and frightful cultivation.

Tang Long standing to the side was inwardly speechless. That was a two ton table carved from the most solid granite. Breaking it wasn't difficult, but noiselessly turning it into dust was.

Tang Xiao shot Tang long a glare,

"What are you sticking your tongue out at? Get out, go to the back mountain and make a table. No food until it's done properly."

"Ah?"

Tang Long's expression turned painful, looking at Tang Xiao without daring to retort.

Tang Xiao glared,

"Want me to repeat myself?"

"I'm going, I'm going."

Tang Long appeared very impressive in front of third generation disciples, but in front of Tang Xiao he was like a meek kitten, and hastily ran off.

Tang San knelt once again,

"I don't know whether I can assume it, but I hope to use this life for the sake of the sect, to exhaust all my abilities on the command of the sect."

Tang Xiao turned around, pushing open the window behind him. With a pull of his right hand, the stone powder on the floor was unexpectedly drawn out just like that, quickly flying into the air outside.

"He actually lets a child assume his own matters. Oh, Tang Hao, will you really always keep shirking?"

Hearing Tang Xiao's words, Tang San couldn't help having his father's one armed one legged melancholy appear before his eyes,

"Sect master, father isn't shirking. He said, he was unable to face the sect. That he wasn't qualified to return."

Tang Xiao couldn't keep his voice from trembling,

"He's still well?"

Tang San nodded silently,

"Father's very well, he's keeping company at mother's side every day. He's prepared to pass his remaining days like this."

"Keeping company at your mother's side?"

Tang Xiao sharply turned his head, and Tang San clearly saw that the rims of his eyes were already somewhat red.

Tang San said:

"After mother passed away, she incarnated as blue silver grass. Father's always accompanied her."

Tang XIao stared blankly a moment, then drew a deep breath,

"Perhaps, that's the best ending for him."

This time he seemed a lot older, his gaze at Tang San also gradually softening.

With a flash of light, Tang San held that long black box, supporting it in both hands,

"Sect master, this is what father had me bring. He said that this was the only thing he could do for the sect."

Tang Xiao waved an upraised hand, effortlessly making a pulling motion in empty air, and that heavy black box fell into his palm as if it was nothing.

Lightly flicking a finger, the black box opened. As that tremendous energy filled the room, as the two spirit bones within appeared before Tang Xiao's eyes, he couldn't keep his expression from changing greatly, his hair and beard all trembling.

Tang San only saw a blur before his eyes, before Tang Xiao already stood in front of him, one hand grasping the front of his jacket, pulling him close in front of him. Tang Xiao said in an almost trembling voice:

"Tang Hao, brother Hao, he..."

Tang Yue-Hua had by now also seen the two spirit bones in the long black box. Her mind went blank white, standing there stupidly, tears flowing uncontrollably.

"Father said that if he didn't do this, he would be unable to keep mother company at peace for the rest of his life. Father's old wounds were also settled by severing his limbs. Originally, he already did this after he left me at aunt's place. Sect master, you..."

"Call me uncle."

Tang Xiao shouted angrily, the shock numbing Tang San's ears.

"Uncle."

This time, as Tang San was in contact with Tang Xiao, he could clearly sense Tang Xiao's violently fluctuating mood. Even though they hadn't met for decades, his feelings for his little brother hadn't lessened a bit.

"Second brother, second brother, he..."

Tang Yue-Hua was now sobbing, unable to speak. Looking at those two spirit bones, her whole body trembled violently.

Tang Xiao closed the black box with a pa sound, simultaneously releasing his grip on Tang San's lapels,

"Little San, that's what your father calls you."

Tang San nodded.

Tang Xiao's gaze gradually calmed,

"Did you know, in fact, I never thought your father did anything wrong. If Ah Yin had chosen me, perhaps I would have done the same as him, and even more violently than he did. Therefore, no matter what others say hereafter, I don't want Tang Hao's matters to become your burden. Working hard for the sect is something you must do, but not because of your father, but rather because you're a member of the sect."

Tang San felt as if something was choked in his stomach. Lowering his head, he said especially sincerely:

"Thank you, uncle."