520. Don't Hate Your Mother

“Ahh, phew~”

Yu Xiaogang, relying on the influence of his clan, let out a breath of relief and continued his persuasion:
“Xiao San, Blue Silver Grass is hopeless. Are you still willing to give it the chance of all black spirit rings?”

“...”

Tang San’s flushed face froze.

It was true.

The greatest advantage of twin martial spirits lay in the later stages.

“Xiao San!”

Yu Xiaogang’s voice turned grim, almost as if he was holding his breath:
“Xiao San, you must remember—this world values strength above all else!”

“If you’re weak, they will mock you. But when you are a hundred or a thousand times stronger than them, the only thing they’ll feel is fear and awe!”

Yu Xiaogang’s body trembled, cold sweat beading on his forehead, as if he was about to collapse from exhaustion.

“Strength above all else?!”

Tang San gazed at the upright figure through the screen, then at his own hands.


Reincarnated in this world, he understood the truth of those words deeply.

No matter if it was his past world or this one, both were ruled by strength!

A person makes mistakes only because they are not strong enough.

If he had been strong enough back then, who would have dared to accuse him of stealing the Tang Sect’s secrets?

If he had been powerful, why would Zhu Zhuqing have caused him trouble?

“Teacher, thank you!”

“I understand now. I’ll use my strength to silence them all!”

“Ugh!”

Before Tang San could finish his declaration, the overwhelming stench in the room made him dizzy.

He quickly covered his nose and moved to stand by the window.

“It’s good that you’ve come to your senses,” Yu Xiaogang said, nodding slightly with a faint, strained smile.

His efforts in persuasion had not been in vain.

Swoosh!

Suddenly, a shadow flew past the window.

“Who’s there?!”

Tang San’s eyes flashed with purple light, but the overwhelming pressure from the shadow rendered him immobile, his gaze filled with terror.

“It’s me.”

A towering figure stepped beside Tang San, speaking in a sharp voice.

“F-Father!”

Tang San looked at the figure, joy lighting up his face.

Poof—

But instead of a reply from Tang Hao, it was Yu Xiaogang who responded.

Thrilled at seeing his idol, Yu Xiaogang suddenly felt reinvigorated. Overcoming his earlier weakness, he walked out from behind the screen on shaky legs, excitement evident in his voice:
“Yu Xiaogang greets Your Excellency!”

“...”

Hidden under a black hood, Tang Hao remained silent.

Only Tang San, still covering his nose, noticed that his father’s face had turned completely dark.

“This is how you welcome me?”

Tang Hao raised a delicate finger, pointing at the man whose pants were only pulled up to his knees.

“Y-Your Excellency, my apologies!”

Yu Xiaogang hurriedly crouched down and scrambled to pull up his pants.

But as he fumbled halfway, Yu Xiaogang belatedly noticed something odd about Tang Hao.

Looking at the slender finger pointed at his nose, Yu Xiaogang hesitantly asked,
“Your Excellency, are you injured?”

The room fell silent in an instant.

Tang San held his breath, equally curious.

Tang Hao’s gaze sharpened as he stared unblinkingly at the “bug” in front of him, slowly closing the distance.

The more someone lacks, the harder it is to bear seeing what they desire most.

And Yu Xiaogang, foolishly, had just poked at that wound.

“Y-Your Excellency...”

As Tang Hao approached, Yu Xiaogang’s knees buckled, trembling visibly.

The “bug” shivered under the pressure.

“Haha...”

Despite the stench, Tang Hao forced a harsh laugh, standing before Yu Xiaogang.

It was then that Yu Xiaogang noticed Tang Hao’s face—smooth and completely devoid of stubble.

Realizing something, a look of sheer terror crossed his face.

“Your Excellency, you...?”



“Master, I’m just like you, no big deal."

Tang Hao softly held Yu Xiaogang’s shoulders, gently massaging them.

“Haha... as long as Your Excellency is fine.”

“Disgusting man!”

Before Yu Xiaogang could finish, Tang Hao suddenly kneed him, striking him in a devastatingly critical spot.

“Ahhh—”

Yu Xiaogang let out a heart-wrenching scream, curling up like a shrimp, his pale face turning as red as pig liver. His single eye glared wide, bloodshot with pain.

“It’s broken... shattered...”

Yu Xiaogang’s cracked lips trembled as he struggled to speak, overwhelmed by the pain.

His body stiffened and shivered as Tang Hao, gripping his shoulders, casually tossed him to the ground.

“Don’t ask things you shouldn’t!”

Tang Hao twisted his broad waist in disdain, pinching his fingers delicately as he covered his nose in disgust.

Smack!

Tang Hao’s brutal knee strike seemed to have caused Yu Xiaogang to implode, completely losing control.

Disgusted, Tang Hao wiped the mess on his pants against Yu Xiaogang’s face a few times.

Tang San, covering his nose, quickly stuck his head out of the window to escape the stench.

“Xiao San, come with me.”

Tang Hao ignored the incapacitated Yu Xiaogang, now lying in agony, clutching his shattered pride. Grabbing Tang San’s collar, Tang Hao leapt out, leaving Yu Xiaogang behind to cradle his misery alone.


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In a small forest

Tang San finally took a deep breath of fresh air.

Looking at Tang Hao, he was about to ask something when Tang Hao spoke first.

“Xiao San, from now on, focus on cultivating the hammer.”

“What? Really, Dad?”

Tang San’s face lit up with a smile, only to fade into hesitation moments later.

“But Dad, Teacher said twin martial spirits are strongest in the later stages...”

“Blue Silver Grass is trash!”

Tang Hao patted Tang San’s head firmly, frowning as he advised:
“Don’t believe everything Yu Xiaogang says. That ‘grandmaster’ knows nothing about real cultivation!”

“...”

Tang San froze, then obediently nodded, letting Tang Hao hold him close.

“I understand, Dad!”

"Be good~ Listen~"

Tang Hao’s sharp voice softened as he gently cradled Tang San, rocking him lightly.

He seemed like a mother, transforming into a cradle for her child.

Tang Hao had his reasons for acting this way.

That night in the Star Dou Forest, he learned that Ah Yin was still alive.

This meant the evolution of the Blue Silver Grass martial spirit was impossible!

There was no point in stubbornly clinging to a useless martial spirit.

"Mm."

Tang San’s expression turned odd as his neatly dressed clothes revealed his stomach.

Could his father have been damaged by the Gale Demon Wolf pack?

"Dad."

"Don’t speak!"

Tang Hao hugged his son tightly, cutting him off and inspecting his innate talents.

"Dad knows what you want to ask."

"Telling you now would only trouble you. When the time comes, you’ll naturally understand."

Tang San clutched Tang Hao’s hand, hesitating to speak.

Though curious, he couldn’t press further since Tang Hao was unwilling to explain.

"That’s enough!"

Though Tang San was reluctant, Tang Hao didn’t push him further. He let go of Tang San with a serious expression.

"Dad has a question for you!"

"Mm."

Tang San fiddled with his clothes and nodded slightly.

Tang Hao stared at Tang San, narrowing his eyes as he asked.

"Do you hate your mother?"

"…"

Tang San stayed silent, lowering his head.

Thinking of the despair and pain of that night, how could he not feel a shred of hatred in his heart?

Tang Hao said nothing, only raised his palm.

Smack—

Tang San let out a cry, falling to the ground. He clutched his swollen face and looked at the two-legged Tang Hao.

"Dad."

"You have no right to hate Ah Yin! Neither do I! No one does!"

"Do you understand?!"

Tang Hao’s voice was sharp, pointing at Tang San as he shouted hysterically.

He had become disabled, lost his genital, and lost his pride.


Even his wife had been humiliated by vile creatures!

Of course, he hated Ah Yin in his heart!

But he hated himself even more.

That night.

If Ah Yin hadn’t sacrificed her dignity, giving him a protective cover,
he might have already died!

"I understand, Dad."

Tang San looked at the delicate gesture of Tang Hao’s hand and reluctantly agreed.

"It’s good that you understand. She was forced to do it!"

Tang Hao said with humiliation, his eyes reddened.

Little did he know, Ah Yin had already been dead for a long time.

"You must work hard to cultivate. Together with Dad, we’ll save your mother, understood?!"

"I understand, Dad. Don’t step—ah!"

"Don’t look at my injury!"