While Tang San's new bridal chamber was in the midst of fiery passion, inside the space of the Shura God Sword Scabbard, Xiao Wu was engaged in a pure Martial Soul Fusion cultivation session with her ten Martial Soul fusion partners.
Tang Hao walked straight to the outside of the bridal chamber. He stretched out his finger, secretly poked a tiny hole, and peeked inside.
After a while, Tang Hao nodded in satisfaction:
"As expected of my son, he truly has my bearing from back in the day."
At that thought, Tang Hao inevitably recalled Ah Yin. His heart grew sorrowful as he missed the gentle, considerate, and understanding Ah Yin of his past life.
Unfortunately, in this life, Ah Yin had given all her love and gentleness to that bastard Tang Xiao. But it no longer mattered.
Now that Xiao San had consummated his relationship with Xiao Wu, inheriting the Shura God's position was only a matter of time. Once Xiao San held divine authority, he could resurrect Ah Yin and once more make her his docile, devoted wife and mother. With him mastering the Douluo Continent's plane and Ah Yin holding the core of Douluo's life force, how carefree and magnificent would that be?
Thinking this, Tang Hao's eyes shone with light, filled with anticipation for the future.
"Ah Yin, wait for me, Ah Yin…"
At dawn the next day, Xiao Wu instantly teleported back, seamlessly rejoining the bridal chamber.
Tang San awoke. His first sensation was of intense soreness and a reek of foul odors emanating from his body.
He sniffed at himself, confused:
"Where did these smells come from? How could I have such an odor? Could it be Xiao Wu's scent?"
"No… Xiao Wu is fragrant. How could it be this stench?"
Xiao Wu turned over, her cheeks flushed. The allure of a married woman deeply attracted Tang San, stirring heat in his chest. He wanted to continue what they had done yesterday, but a strong sense of weakness left him powerless. Regretfully, he sighed:
"Xiao Wu is so wonderful… No, I must quickly become a god. Only then will I have infinite energy to satisfy Xiao Wu."
"Ah San giegie, you're awake," Xiao Wu said, opening her sleepy eyes to look at him.
"Xiao Wu, how do you think giegie was yesterday?" Tang San asked curiously.
Though Xiao Wu inwardly looked down on him, she still praised aloud:
"Ah San giegie, you were amazing!"
At the end, she even raised her thumb.
Tang San was greatly encouraged, his back straightening with pride and vanity.
Xiao Wu climbed off the bed, limping as she walked out.
"Xiao Wu, where are you going?" Tang San asked.
"Ah San giegie, I'm going to make you breakfast. You just rest on the bed."
Watching her busy figure, Tang San felt sweetness in his heart as if he had drunk honey.
Xiao Wu was the Shura God's Sword Scabbard—having her was equivalent to possessing the Shura God's throne. In the future, she would bear him children, preside over the God Realm, and now she was so virtuous and caring. With such a wife, what more could a man want?
After a while, Xiao Wu finished breakfast and invited both Tang Hao and Tang San to eat. The three of them enjoyed a warm family meal together.
In the following days, every time Tang San fell into exhaustion and fainted, Xiao Wu would seamlessly reappear by his side. When he woke up, he always saw her blushing face, which filled Tang San with confidence and pride in his own masculinity.
Moreover, Xiao Wu played the role of a virtuous wife and good mother—helping with cooking, chores, laundry—serving father and son with utmost care.
As the saying goes: when one's belly is full, desires stir. The lust Tang San had repressed for many years was finally released. Now, it was time for him to consider the great affairs of his life.
He came to Tang Hao's smithy and watched as his father, with one arm, hammered away at iron billets, sparks flying.
Even with one arm lost, Tang Hao's smithing skill had not diminished. By his side, countless Tang Sect hidden weapons crafted by him were neatly arranged.
When Tang San arrived, Tang Hao stopped his work, turned to face him, and asked:
"Xiao San, do you need something?"
"Father, I think we've delayed too long. I should set out for the City of Slaughter."
Xiao Wu was the Shura God's Sword Scabbard, but only the Killing God Domain of the City of Slaughter was the entry ticket to the Shura God's Trial.
Tang Hao took a deep breath and said:
"Xiao San, your current strength hasn't even reached Soul King. For years inside the City of Slaughter, your cultivation won't advance at all. So wait until you've reached Soul King before going."
"There's another matter I must tell you," Tang Hao added.
"What is it, Father?" Tang San asked.
"I've received news that the Spirit Hall hasn't dealt with those wild men who share Martial Soul Fusion techniques with Xiao Wu. Even though you've married her, they remain a threat to you."
Hearing this, Tang San—who had just been basking in Xiao Wu's love—suddenly felt the green shadow over his head return. His eyes turned red, his breath ragged like an enraged bull:
"These bastards courting death are still alive? Like ghosts that won't leave! Father, how should we get rid of them?"
Tang Hao furrowed his brow and said:
"At present, there's no good method. We can't kill them ourselves. If Xiao Wu finds out, she'll resent us, which would hinder your inheritance of the Shura God's position. This must be done with borrowed knives."
"Borrowed knives? Whose?" Tang San asked.
Tang Hao only shook his head:
"That depends on the timing."
Then Tang Hao said seriously:
"For now, Xiao San, you must quickly have a child with Xiao Wu. That way, when you go to the City of Slaughter, I'll watch over Xiao Wu. With the bond of a child, she won't run off or let anyone take advantage."
"I understand, Father. I'll postpone going to the City of Slaughter. I'll first reach Soul King, then have a child with Xiao Wu, and only then head to the City of Slaughter." Tang San said after understanding everything clearly.
Tang San obeyed his father's words and hurried to have a child with Xiao Wu. Because of this, he didn't rush to go to the Slaughter City but stayed in this hidden retreat. At night, he diligently "cultivated" in Xiao Wu's fertile "field," while during the day he trained in Xuan Tian Gong, Purple Demon Eye, and other techniques.
As for Tang Hao, he temporarily let go of his wariness toward Xiao Wu. In his spare time each day, he would leave, gather ores to forge hidden weapons, and collect information from the outside world.
Heaven blesses every hardworking farmer. After toiling in Xiao Wu's fertile land for so long, Tang San finally reached the time for blossoms and fruit.
One day, while the family of three was eating together, Xiao Wu suddenly—
"Urgh!"
"Xiao Wu, what's wrong?" Tang San asked with concern.
"I don't know, Ah San giegie, I just suddenly feel nauseous and queasy." Xiao Wu replied.
"Nauseous… queasy? Could it be—?" Father and son exchanged a look, both seeing excitement in the other's eyes.
They had both been through this before: A Yin giving birth to Tang San for Tang Hao, and Xiao Wu giving birth to Tang Wutong and Tang Wulin for Tang San—both times had begun with these exact reactions.
"This matter must be confirmed." Tang Hao couldn't contain his excitement and said to Tang San: "Xiao San, you stay here and take good care of Xiao Wu. I'll find someone."
"Yes, father."
Tang Hao then left, while Tang San stayed to look after Xiao Wu.
By afternoon, Tang Hao returned, dragging a doctor with one hand.
He threw the doctor onto the ground and pointed at Xiao Wu: "Check if she is pregnant."
"Y-yes, Soul Master." The doctor stepped forward, placed his fingers on Xiao Wu's wrist, and took her pulse.
The time was short, but for the father and son, it felt like years.
Finally, the doctor released Xiao Wu's wrist and said to Tang San: "Congratulations, your wife is pregnant."
"Pregnant…" They had already guessed, but now with confirmation, endless joy exploded in Tang San's heart: "Pregnant, hahahaha! Xiao Wu is pregnant! I'm going to be a father, I'll be a father again!"
Tang Hao was also overjoyed. Although Tang San's soul wasn't his original son's, his body and bloodline were. This child carried the Tang family's lineage.
With this child, what was once unstable now became firm.
The Asura God's divinity was the Tang family's key to rising in the future. Without this divine seat, even if Xiao San inherited the Sea God's throne, he would still be a second-rate god in the God Realm, far from reaching the height of his past life.
Therefore, Xiao Wu was crucial, and this child was even more critical.
In the future, even if Xiao Wu didn't love Xiao San, this child would always be her bond. Through Xiao Wu, Tang Hao could firmly bind the Asura God's divinity to the Tang family.
Thinking it through, Tang Hao's heart became much more at ease. His gaze shifted toward the doctor, who to him was like an ant.
With a flash of cold light, Tang Hao smashed the doctor flat with the Clear Sky Hammer.
Tang Hao did everything thoroughly. With a successor for the Tang family, how could he allow anyone else to know? Any risk of leaking had to be eliminated in the cradle.
On the other side—
Xiao Wu whispered: "Ah San giegie, am I really pregnant?"
"Yes, Xiao Wu, you're pregnant. Our child is coming." Tang San said.
"But…" Xiao Wu hesitated. "Ah San giegie, I'm not ready to be a mother yet. I'm worried…"
"There's nothing to worry about, Xiao Wu. Give birth to this child, and I'll take good care of both you and our son." Tang San said firmly.
(Our biased San, with his strong preference for sons, naturally killed the possibility of a daughter and directly said 'son.')
"But I'm afraid the child will be bullied after being born." Xiao Wu said.
"Xiao Wu, rest assured and give birth. You are the Tang family's great contributor. With me here, how could I let you and my grandson suffer?" Tang Hao patted his chest and promised.
(Tang Hao also has a strong preference for sons.)
"I don't believe you." Xiao Wu said. "You must give me and my child a sense of security, then I'll give birth."
"Security?" Tang San was stunned, then asked: "What kind of security do you want, Xiao Wu?"
"I want you both to swear to treat my child well." Xiao Wu demanded.
Hearing this, both Tang Hao and Tang San secretly sighed in relief. Swear an oath? That was nothing!
Tang San immediately swore: "I swear upon my martial soul that I will treat my beloved wife Xiao Wu and the child in your belly kindly, never letting them suffer any grievance or loss. If I break this oath, may my martial soul shatter and may I become a cripple for life."
Tang Hao also raised his hand and swore: "I swear upon my martial soul that I will treat my daughter-in-law Xiao Wu and the child in her belly kindly, never allowing them to suffer any grievance or loss. If I break this oath, may my martial soul shatter and I become a useless waste."
Both father and son swore vicious oaths.
At that moment, Xiao Wu's body suddenly changed. In Tang Hao and Tang San's eyes, her body was enveloped in blood-red light. Within that light, they saw a sword sheath.
When the sword sheath appeared, both of their breaths grew rapid.
The Asura Sword Sheath. It was indeed the Asura Sword Sheath.
Yes, there was no mistake—Xiao Wu was the Asura God's sword sheath. Whoever controlled Xiao Wu, the Tang family would rule the world.
Confirming this, father and son grew even more excited.
Amid the excitement, they also realized the oaths they had just sworn were witnessed by the Asura Sword Sheath. That meant these were oaths witnessed by a god.
On the Douluo Continent, vows were taken seriously, though not everyone respected them.
For instance, in his previous life, Tang San was not a man who valued oaths. After receiving the seeds of Life and Destruction, he had no intention of waiting ten thousand years for their return—he planned to give them directly to his future children.
Tang Hao likewise didn't care for oaths. He believed only in strength; oaths meant nothing to him or the Clear Sky Sect.
However, at this moment, when they were weak and desperately coveted the Asura God's divinity, this vow, witnessed by a god, was one they had to honor.
"What's wrong with you two?" As the red light faded, Xiao Wu tilted her head in confusion.
"N-no, nothing." Tang San replied.
Looking at Xiao Wu's belly, he thought: A mere oath—how could I not treat my son well?