[I wanted Ah Yin to see Tang Hao’s true colors, so I asked him to exchange the Clear Sky Sect’s legacy spirit bones for her.
Tang Hao has two legacy spirit bones on him, each over fifty thousand years old.]
[Unfortunately, he refused.
In his eyes, everything he possesses belongs to the Sect.
Forget two legacy spirit bones—even the spirit bones he personally obtained are considered the Sect’s property.]
[So Tang Hao refused without hesitation.
To him, Ah Yin simply isn’t as important as two of the Sect’s spirit bones.]
[That was only the first time.
There were two more later that I don’t even feel like talking about.
Tang Hao is truly a complete slave to his Sect.
I don’t know how the Clear Sky Sect managed to raise such a well-trained dog—he thinks about the Sect every single moment.]
[Later on, he even severed his own limbs to return the spirit bones to the Clear Sky Sect.
It’s utterly unbelievable.
Would it really have killed you to return them after you died?
Without those two spirit bones, Tang Hao’s spirit power dropped drastically, and I later blew him apart with a single punch.]
[Even now, I still can’t understand it.
Maybe it’s because I’ve never joined a Sect.
Tang Hao’s loyalty to the Clear Sky Sect is comparable to the Strength Clan’s loyalty to him—pure, slave-like devotion.]
[Forget it.
I won’t think about him anymore.
I’m no match for him right now anyway.
Hmm… I’ve arrived.]
Xu Fan sprinted at full speed and reached the waterfall in a very short time.
“The physical enhancement of the Martial God Body is terrifying.
My speed and stamina have reached an absurd level.
Even a Spirit Elder probably couldn’t run this fast over such a distance.”
He looked up at the roaring waterfall above and frowned slightly.
“Can I even climb something like this?
Looks like I’ll need to think of a way.”
…
“Tsk… just as I expected.” Ning Rongrong wasn’t surprised by Tang Hao’s actions.
She had interacted with members of the Clear Sky Sect before, and some of them really did think that way.
She herself would never adopt such beliefs in this lifetime.
A sect could always be rebuilt, but once people were gone, they were gone forever.
Bibi Dong narrowed her eyes.
“Two spirit bones over fifty thousand years old… that’s no small matter.”
“Teacher, should we go after Tang Hao?” Hu Liena asked, clearly envious.
She still didn’t have a spirit bone of her own.
“No need.” Bibi Dong shook her head.
“Tang Hao is staying by Tang San’s side.
Although he was gravely injured back then, he still wields the Clear Sky Sect’s Great Sumeru Hammer.
His combat strength is terrifying.
If he fights to the death, we’ll suffer losses—and it wouldn’t be worth it.”
It wasn’t that Spirit Hall lacked fifty-thousand-year spirit bones.
They simply hadn’t distributed them.
After all, these were treasures accumulated over thousands of years—something a small sect like the Clear Sky Sect could never compare to.
Taking such a risk wasn’t worth it.
Heaven Dou Empire, Moon Pavilion.
Princess Xue Ke stared anxiously at Tang Yuehua, whose mental state was on the verge of collapse.
Tang Yuehua’s face was deathly pale, her body swaying slightly, like a candle flickering in the wind.
Her eyes were hollow and unfocused, tears continuously streaming down.
“Second Brother… Second Brother isn’t that kind of person… He isn’t…” she murmured over and over, her voice barely audible.
“Sister Yuehua!” Xue Ke was both anxious and terrified.
She had never seen Tang Yuehua like this.
Worse still, Tang Yuehua had been crying every day.
Xue Ke was genuinely afraid she would cry herself blind.
In her heart, Xue Ke had already cursed Tang Hao countless times.
Why does that bastard matter so much to Sister Yuehua?
If he wants to disgust someone, let it be someone else!
Damn Tang Hao!
Grinding her teeth, Xue Ke made up her mind.
She had to sever Tang Yuehua’s ties with the Clear Sky Sect.
Slap!
A crisp slap echoed through the room.
Xue Ke wasn’t strong, but it was enough to momentarily pull Tang Yuehua out of her despair.
Tang Yuehua’s head snapped to the side, a faint red handprint appearing on her pale cheek.
She froze.
Her murmuring stopped abruptly, and a flicker of emotion finally appeared in her vacant eyes.
Slowly, she turned her head back to look at Xue Ke.
Xue Ke’s chest heaved violently.
The hand she used to slap her was still trembling slightly, but her eyes shone with determination.
“Sister Yuehua!
Look at yourself—look at what you’ve become!” Xue Ke grabbed Tang Yuehua’s icy shoulders and raised her voice.
“For Tang Hao?
For a so-called Second Brother who’s already unrecognizable?
Are you really going to destroy yourself too?!”
“He’s no longer the person you remember!
The burden of the Clear Sky Sect and Tang Hao’s sins were never yours to bear!” Tears welled up in Xue Ke’s eyes.
“You’ve spent your entire life worrying about the Sect and your brother.
Can’t you think about yourself for once?”
“You are Tang Yuehua!
You are the mistress of Moon Pavilion!
You are admired by countless noble youths!
You have your pride, your talent, and your own life!” Xue Ke’s voice trembled as she sobbed.
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Stop hurting yourself over people who aren’t worth it!”
“Look at me!
Look at Moon Pavilion!
Look outside!” Xue Ke cried.
“Your world doesn’t revolve around the Clear Sky Sect and Tang Hao alone!
Live for yourself just once, Sister Yuehua.
I’m begging you… stop thinking about him!”
Tang Yuehua stared at Xue Ke in a daze, her tears flowing even faster.
“Waa… Sister Yuehua… don’t scare me… please don’t be like this anymore…”
Slowly, Tang Yuehua raised her arm and gently patted Xue Ke’s back—once, then again.
“It’s alright… it’s alright,” she said hoarsely.
“Don’t cry.”
“…Alright.
I promise you.”
Xue Ke’s sobbing stopped instantly.
She lifted her head from Tang Yuehua’s shoulder, her face streaked with tears, eyes and nose red.
Tang Yuehua looked at her and nodded.
“R-Really?” Xue Ke asked through sobs.
Tang Yuehua didn’t have the strength to speak and simply nodded again.
“That’s wonderful… that’s wonderful, Sister Yuehua!” Xue Ke broke into a smile through her tears.
“Come on, Sister Yuehua.
Don’t think about it anymore.
Let’s eat something first—you need strength.”
“Mhm.”
Elsewhere.
Xu Fan observed the waterfall for a full fifteen minutes.
Finally, he found the rock Tang Hao had once pressed down.
This waterfall wasn’t something Xu Fan could easily climb.
Fortunately, many rocks protruded from its surface, forming footholds he could use to ascend.
As for the crashing water itself, he would rely on his spirit power barrier.
Combined with his first spirit ability, it would be sufficient.
As Xu Fan stood beneath the waterfall, a strange phenomenon appeared.
Behind him, a translucent war-soul phantom suffused with dark golden light slowly manifested.
At the same time, Xu Fan’s body began to change.
Faint golden patterns surfaced on his skin, flowing slowly like living runes.
His veins and blood vessels gleamed like molten gold, and every heartbeat sent ripples of golden light spreading outward.
His pupils transformed into vertical slits of molten gold, with three fine trails of golden light extending from the corners of his eyes.
The surrounding air distorted, forming a visible pale-golden pressure field.
At this moment, Xu Fan was completely enveloped in golden radiance.
A suffocating aura of oppression radiated from him.
This— was the Martial God Body Spirit.