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Prince Xue Xing heard this and suddenly looked up in the direction where Dugu Bo was. When he saw the harmonious scene there, his expression also darkened, his proud smile instantly vanished, and even his breathing became a little hurried.
At the same time, Dugu Bo also noticed Prince Xue Xing's gaze. At this moment, a hint of embarrassment appeared on his face beneath the mask, and he subconsciously averted his gaze, trying not to look in the Prince's direction.
"Xue Beng, let's go!" The next second, Prince Xue Xing suddenly stood up, his robes stirring a gust of wind, and he shouted angrily. After speaking, he angrily flicked his sleeves and left.
Seeing this, Xue Beng also quickly got up and followed him, asking in a low voice as he hurried to catch up, "Uncle, are we leaving now? Aren't we going to find that old fellow Dugu Bo and ask him what he means by this? As our Guest Elder, how can he be with Xue Qinghe?"
Upon hearing this, Prince Xue Xing suddenly stopped, forcefully suppressed the anger in his heart, and said in a deep voice, "You are still too young! Although I saved Dugu Bo's life, he is a Titled Douluo after all. If I were to confront him directly, do you think that would be appropriate? Always leave a line, so you can meet again in the future. Let's wait, and when there's an opportunity later, I'll go talk to him privately to see what exactly is going on."
"Uncle, are we not getting that Soul Enhancement Pill today?" Xue Beng frowned slightly at the words, remained silent for a moment, and still said with some displeasure.
Prince Xue Xing was furious, pointing at Xue Beng's nose and scolding, "At a time like this, you're still thinking about that broken Medicinal Pill? The most important thing for us now is to clarify Dugu Bo's stance! If even he sides with Xue Qinghe, all our years of planning will be ruined! How could my imperial brother have given birth to such a fool like you!" After speaking, he fiercely flicked his sleeve and strode away without looking back.
Xue Beng shrank his neck after being scolded, glanced unwillingly at the auction house, and quickly followed.
A Teacher's Confession
In a spacious room at Shrek Academy.
At this time, Yu Xiaogang still had thick bandages wrapped around his lower abdomen, and he sat in a wheelchair with a pale face, appearing very weak. Tang San stood quietly in front of him, his hands unconsciously clenched into fists.
"Teacher, you… you mean? Everything Ning Fengzhi said is true? My father is really the Clear Sky Douluo who was famous throughout the continent back then!" Tang San looked at Yu Xiaogang, his eyes a little dazed.
Upon hearing this, Yu Xiaogang slowly nodded, a complex expression appearing on his pale face. He weakly raised his hand, motioning for Tang San to come closer, and said in a faint voice, "Actually, even when you were still at Noding Academy, your father personally came to find me."
Tang San's pupils suddenly contracted, and his breathing became rapid.
As Yu Xiaogang spoke, a flash of light appeared on his hand, and he took out a token from the spirit tool he carried with him. The token was entirely golden, with six vivid patterns carved on it. They were a domineering hammer, a sharp long sword, a coiling giant Dragon, a blooming chrysanthemum, a ghostly phantom, and a golden long sword.
"This Supreme Pontiff's Order... was given to me by your father at that time. He entrusted me to take good care of you for him."
"My father... is he really Clear Sky Douluo? I was actually born into the Clear Sky Sect!" Others might deceive themselves, but Tang San knew that Yu Xiaogang would never. At this moment, he could at least confirm that his father was indeed not an ordinary person, and moreover, he was the most top-tier existence in the Spirit Master's world. And his second Spirit was the Clear Sky Hammer, known as the number one Tool Spirit in the world.
Yu Xiaogang's face deepened slightly, and he said faintly, "Your Clear Sky Sect had two Douluo in one family, the brothers Tang Xiao and Tang Hao, who once made the entire Spirit Master's world tremble. I remember your father was only about forty years old when he entered the Titled Douluo Realm. Such talent is unprecedented."
"Ning Fengzhi is right. Your father did indeed severely injure the Supreme Pontiff with his strength that had just broken through Rank ninety, and even killed a Titled Douluo from Spirit Hall. You must know that at that time, the Spirit Hall Supreme Pontiff Qian Xunji's spirit power Rank had already broken through ninety-five."
Tang San heard this, his face filled with doubt, and he couldn't help but step forward and ask, "Teacher, do you know why my father fought with the people from Spirit Hall?"
Yu Xiaogang shook his head, leaning weakly against the back of the wheelchair. "I don't know about that either... This seems to be a secret between your Clear Sky Sect and Spirit Hall. But what's certain is that your father and Spirit Hall should have a blood feud. The kind that is an endless struggle."
"Teacher, why do you say that?" Tang San frowned slightly, his face showing confusion.
Yu Xiaogang's eyes narrowed slightly, his complexion not looking very good, and he said in a low voice, "Little San, do you still remember when we urgently evacuated from Soto City and then came to Heaven Dou City?"
Upon hearing this, Tang San nodded, a trace of recollection flashing in his eyes.
Yu Xiaogang continued, every word spoken with extreme heaviness, "The reason for the urgent evacuation back then was because people from Spirit Hall came to our door, wanting to eliminate you. Fortunately, your father appeared in time, and we were able to escape smoothly and come to Heaven Dou City."
Upon hearing this, Tang San's expression changed dramatically, and the bloody giant hammer that appeared in the sky when they left Soto City immediately came to mind. Wasn't that his Clear Sky Hammer? At this moment, his fingers trembled slightly, and he finally understood that the earth-shattering commotion that day was his father fighting to protect him.
"I didn't expect that Father had been secretly protecting me all this time," Tang San was slightly moved.
Yu Xiaogang smiled and said, "Little San, in a sense, although your father never came out to meet you, he has always been by your side."
"Teacher, what do you mean?" Tang San was stunned for a moment, asking in confusion.
A strange smile appeared on Yu Xiaogang's face, and he said, "I heard about this from Flender. Do you remember when you first arrived at Shrek Academy, Zhao Wuji made things difficult for you, and the next day he had a bruised and swollen face?"
Upon hearing these words, Tang San suddenly stood up, instantly realizing that his father had been by his side all these years.
"Teacher, do you know my mother's whereabouts?" Tang San suddenly seemed to think of something, his voice with an imperceptible tremor, he pressed on.
Yu Xiaogang shook his head, paused, and said in an even lower voice, "I don't know. But I think… it's very likely as Ning Fengzhi said, that your mother has died at the hands of Spirit Hall. Otherwise, why would Spirit Hall want to eliminate you completely?"
Upon hearing this, Tang San's eyes turned red. He was panting like an ox, clenching his fists tightly, his knuckles making cracking sounds, and he said, "Spirit Hall... has found its path to death!"
Seeing that Tang San was a little agitated, Yu Xiaogang quickly reached out and pressed his trembling shoulder, comforting him, "Little San, don't get excited. What you need to do now is to improve your strength as quickly as possible. Otherwise, if Spirit Hall comes knocking again..."
Hearing Yu Xiaogang say that he should improve his strength as quickly as possible, a gleam flashed in Tang San's eyes, as if he had thought of something, and he secretly thought to himself, "Improve my strength as quickly as possible? The fastest? What's the fastest method? Devouring? Eight Spider Lances!"