Chapter 95 Haotian Sect Elder: Tang Xiao, you can’t do anything! Let us do it!

Tang San became anxious when he heard this.

Why do I feel that you are no different from these old guys who always talk in high-sounding words?

Waiting for the missing great-grandfather to come back? That would be a long time in the future. If I try to solve the curse by then, my cultivation will be wasted.

He lowered his head, looked around, and kept thinking of countermeasures. Without their help, many of the planned things would not be able to proceed.

Tang Long, who came in to watch the fun, heard what the elders said and his blood pressure soared.

This young man, who regarded the glory of Haotian Sect as his belief, suddenly felt like looking down on these old guys.

You told me that all the enemies in the world are garbage in front of the Clear Sky Hammer, but you are afraid of fighting.

He knows that the Spirit Hall is a powerful enemy and should not be provoked for the time being, but you don't even want to fight a mere soul beast.

He was so angry that he didn't care about hierarchy and ran from his position to the front of the stage and yelled.

"It is natural for soul masters to hunt soul beasts. How dare a mere blue silver grass seal the bloodline of my Haotian Sect disciples? Isn't this behavior humiliating my Haotian Sect?"

Awakened by the sound, Tang San looked in surprise at the angry face that seemed ready to devour someone.

Are you so brave?

This is a high-level meeting. Juniors like you and me have no right to speak without permission.

Many elders were a little confused by his howl and were about to reprimand him when Tang Xiao spoke first.

He shouted angrily, "Back off!"

"I won't!" Tang Long held his neck straight and raised his head, like a soldier about to be executed.

"Father, I understand that you are not opening the mountain gate for the sake of the overall situation, but Tang San is the son of Clear Sky Douluo. Even if his identity is not recognized, he has the Clear Sky Hammer! He represents the face of our Clear Sky Sect when he is outside! Why don't you take revenge for this humiliation!"

After these words came out, Tang San thought he seemed to have seen an angel, and suddenly felt that this guy seemed to have no way to die.

Tang Xiao looked at his adopted son helplessly and said, "Can't you use your stubborn brain? I'm stuck in this way."

If we don't take action, we will be disregarding the reputation of the sect, but if we take action, what if we are surrounded by those guys from the Spirit Hall?

He is the only truly high-end combat force in the sect now. Each and every one of these old guys is a deflated ball. Their training has reached the limit, and no one is capable of taking over the Haotian Sect.

The five elders' eyes lit up. They said, "Your character is just what we like. Although your words may be unpleasant to the ears, every word makes sense."

"A third-generation disciple dared to contradict the sect master, but considering that you really cared about the sect, I will not punish you."

"Thank you, Seventh Elder!" Tang Long bowed with a smile, then apologized to other people one after another, and then quickly ran to Tang San.

Seeing that boy's frivolous smile, Tang Yuran couldn't help feeling unhappy. He pouted and glanced at the other senior executives.

Then he said in a cold voice: "He is right. It is just a blue silver grass. How dare it taint the bloodline of my Haotian Sect? It really deserves to die. It just so happens that my martial soul has the power of fire. I suggest that I lead the team to clean up the garbage in the Blue Silver Forest."

When the news came back that Tang Hao fell in love with a hundred thousand year old transformed soul beast, and regarded him as nothing more than a piece of grass, he was extremely disdainful of it.

He even wanted to propose to the old clan that they should kill him after he brought the other party back.

Soul rings and soul bones are both good things. They can be given to elders who are about to break through to improve their cultivation, or they can be kept in captivity and wait to be killed when Tang Hao or Tang Xiao reaches a certain title.

Unfortunately, the old sect leader was so angry that he died over the news.

It was also because of this 100,000-year-old transformed soul beast that the sect suffered a disaster, and even his most talented and beloved eldest son died.

Isn't the opportunity here now? I can't kill the dead Blue Silver Emperor to vent my anger, but I can't kill her own people either?
Tang Xiao laughed. He didn't have the guts to seek revenge, but he had the guts to hunt soul beasts. But he still lowered his eyes and said, "No, it's too dangerous for you to go alone."

Tang Yuran didn't take it seriously. "It's just a bunch of grass. How dangerous can it be? It's easy to burn them all. Tang Xiao, you are becoming more and more cowardly!"

"A Titled Douluo walking outside would be too conspicuous. What if the Spirit Hall finds you?"

"What's the point of being timid? Of course we should beat those guys to death!"

He pounded the armrest with his fist, and the dull sound continued to echo in the huge conference room.

After hearing what the other party said, Tang Xiao was speechless.

You guys are conservatives who advocate retreating! I am the radical, why do you make me seem too conservative?

He thought for a while and said, "I'll lead the team, and we'll go with the two elders, so that we can have someone to take care of us even if we're surrounded."

“No. You are the sect master. If you are discovered by the Spirit Hall, they will probably think that the Haotian Sect has resurrected. Wouldn’t all the hard work you have put in all these years be in vain?”

The one with the oldest face spoke slowly.

Several people looked at each other. He was the second elder Tang Ming. Naturally, the elders took him as the leader and responded one after another.

"Let me do it. The five of us will work together. With our combined attack, we can defeat even a peak level 96 Douluo. I will also keep an eye on Old Seven to prevent him from getting carried away and causing trouble."

The vicissitudes of life sounded in everyone's ears. He turned to look at Tang Yuran and continued, "Tang Hao is dead, so let's forget about the grudges. Let him recognize his ancestors and return to his roots. Old Seven, this trip is to vent your anger. Don't pursue it later."

He didn't mention the curse, but just from the fact that this thing could seal the bloodline, it was clear that it couldn't be solved by simple killing.

Seeing him say that, Tang Xiao was naturally embarrassed to refuse, but he did not expect that the most conservative Second Elder would take the initiative to say that he wanted to go out.

Tang San didn't care about all the twists and turns, he just knew that now it seemed as if he had somehow completed his father's dying mission, and he could return to his roots!
And there are five Titled Douluo to help me deal with the Blue Silver King, take off directly!
He subconsciously turned around and hugged this bold brother who helped him.

"Get out of the way!" Tang Long pushed him away with a look of disgust. It would be fine if you just put your arms around my shoulders, but you actually hugged me. Don't you know how ugly your face looks now?

After the meeting, Tang Xiao led Tang San to the ancestral tomb of the Haotian Sect.

The style is still heavy, but there are more solemn sculptures of the patriarch.

Here, Tang San smiled and completed the ceremony of returning to the sect according to etiquette.

Afterwards, he and his uncle dug a cenotaph on the right side of his grandfather's mausoleum, picked out a few relics that he had taken away from the Holy Soul Village, and then put the face sewn on the brocade handkerchief in the cenotaph.

He picked up a piece of stone from the mountain and carved a tombstone, which he placed in front of the cenotaph.

Tang Xiao sighed, took out a flat wine jug from his arms, drank two sips, and poured the rest in front of the stele.

Next day -
Although Tai Tan and the others who had been freezing outside the door all night were impatient, they had no complaints, because since Tang San was not driven out, there was still a chance.

Yu Xiaogang, who was the weakest, looked pale and kept shaking.

In such a cold place, his cultivation level seemed insufficient.

Liu Erlong looked at the ordinary face in his arms with concern, "Boss Fu, please take Xiaogang down the mountain."

"No need, I can hold on." Yu Xiaogang said in a trembling voice.

He didn't want to miss the scene of his disciples returning in glory. It would be even better if he could say a few good words about himself in front of the higher-ups of Haotian Sect.

(End of this chapter)