Chapter 79: A New Script Targeting Tang Yuehua
Night had fallen.
In a secluded grove, two lecherous voices echoed.
"Oh damn, Lao Dan, not bad at all. Who would've thought the three of us would stumble upon such a tender beauty? Her clothes scream noble lady."
"True, her skin looks like it could drip water, but she seems disfigured. That scar across her face… Without it, she'd definitely be a stunner."
A noblewoman, disfigured, yet once a great beauty—that woman was none other than Tang Yuehua.
She wore a silver palace gown, her face twisted in terror. The skirt was torn in places, her perfect figure fully encased. Though she looked about twenty-four or twenty-five, she radiated the charm of a fully mature woman.
Nearby stood a shabby carriage. Its driver was dead.
Lao Dan licked his lips. "Still, it's dark. Can't even see the scar clearly. Tonight's going to be a treat."
"Lao She, cave or go at it together?"
Tang Yuehua's voice trembled, loud with fear, "What are you planning?! I'm from the Clear Sky Sect! My elder brother is the Sect Master, Douluo Xiaotian—Tang Xiao! My second brother is Clear Sky Douluo—Tang Hao! Touch me and you'll die miserably!"
She regretted it all. Why had she foolishly left the Clear Sky Sect? If she couldn't be with Tang Hao, did she also have to lose her purity here?
What had broken her? It was Tang Hao.
After Tang Zhen's death, Tang Hao blamed himself for their sect's downfall—believing he'd driven his father to the grave. With an arm and leg crippled, blood essence depleted, and cultivation locked at level 73, he could do nothing. His only remaining value was the Great Sumeru Hammer technique, which was meant to be passed to the next Clear Sky Douluo.
He collapsed into despair—unshaven, drunken, wandering like a vagrant with a wine gourd in hand. Disciples were disgusted, ridiculed him, insulted him. But he didn't care.
Even Tang Xiao tried persuading him to no avail. The only change? Tang Hao began sleeping by day and drinking by night.
One day, a Soul Saint under Tang Lie tried to teach him a lesson. Tang Hao revealed two purple, four black, and one red ring. With killing intent manifesting as limbs, he crushed the Soul Saint in one blow—shocking the sect.
They realized that despite being a crippled Soul Saint, only Tang Xiao could match him.
Since then, no one dared interfere. But resentment built, and instead of confronting Tang Hao, people turned their anger on Tang Yuehua.
To vent on the weak—such is human nature.
Ugly. Useless. Freeloader. She endured it all, never stepping outside.
Then came the breaking point.
One night, Tang Hao passed out drunk on a staircase. A maid tried helping him back to his room. Mistaking her for Ah Yin, he lost control. She didn't resist at first—hoping to rise by seducing him. But soon her cries of pain filled the room.
Had no one intervened, she might've died.
And worse—she became pregnant with his child.
After Tang Zhen's death, all the insults Tang Yuehua had endured erupted. She snapped. Taking a carriage, she fled the sect without a destination.
She just wanted to run—far, far away. How far she traveled, she didn't know… but now she faced this nightmare.
Lao She's eyes glinted with malice. "Lao Dan, we go together. We can't let her live. If she really is from the Clear Sky Sect and makes it back, we're dead men."
He wasn't wrong. Letting her go meant exposure and death. But killing her and hiding the body? The sect would never find them. Plus, what a rare prize—a noble lady!
"You're right. Always knew you were the smart one!"
The two lunged at her.
Tang Yuehua curled up, screaming, "No! Don't!!"
Suddenly, a golden whip burst from the woods, striking both men and knocking them back. Bloody gashes appeared across their bodies—serious, but not fatal.
"Tch. Why do I keep running into stuff like this? Xue'er, kill them."
Qian Xunji stepped out. He'd been resting in a tent nearby. Hearing the commotion, he'd had Ah Yin scan with her Blue Silver Domain and came over with Qian Renxue.
Since age six, Qian Renxue had never killed a human—only soul beasts. It was time she saw blood. In the soul master world, every powerhouse had taken lives. No need to hesitate—just get used to it.
"Yes, Father!"
One yellow, one purple, one black—three soul rings appeared. The Six-Winged Angel manifested behind her, white wings spread, a golden sword forming in her hand.
Tang Yuehua stared at those rings in disbelief. Purple at the second ring? Black at the third?! How?!
Normally impossible—even with spirit-enhancing herbs and treasures.
Qian Renxue's first ring was near 1,000 years, her second over 3,000. Then came the 99,999-year angelic head soul bone, pushing her third ring to 8,500 years. With Ah Yin and many support-type soul masters buffing and healing her, she endured a full 10,000-year soul ring.
As for the soul bone's resentment? The angelic head bone drastically boosted her mental power.
"That's… the Six-Winged Angel—Spirit Hall's Pope!"
Lao Dan and Lao She cried out in terror. The angel martial soul was unmistakable. On the continent, only one family bore it—the Qian clan of Spirit Hall.
"You filthy scum… die!"
Qian Renxue flapped her wings, charged, and slashed.
Two heads rolled. Blood sprayed. The ground turned red.
Tang Yuehua went pale and vomited at the gruesome sight. Qian Renxue, though shaken, managed better—she'd already witnessed the bloodbath caused by Tang Hao's Nine-Ring Detonation.
"Thank you, Your Holiness, and Your Highness Qian Renxue!"
Tang Yuehua bowed respectfully.
Hearing this scarred woman say his daughter's name, Qian Xunji—just about to leave—turned back and asked, "Who are you? Which clan are you from? How do you know my daughter's name?"
"I'm from the Wind Sword Sect. My name is Feng Yue."
Tang Yuehua lowered her head, eyes darting. Wind Sword Sect's Feng Bailong had pursued her before, so she borrowed the name. She couldn't let Qian Xunji know she was Tang Yuehua of the Clear Sky Sect. That would bring danger to her family.
"You're lying. You're Tang Yuehua—sister of Tang Xiao and Tang Hao."
Ah Yin stepped out. She had already scanned all of Tang Yuehua's information with her Blue Silver Domain. Her daughter had just taken her first life—how could she not show up?
A faint smile crept across Qian Xunji's lips.
So… Tang Yuehua, huh?
Scarred and broken… but perfect for a new storyline.
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