Chapter 282: The Mystery of His Birth and the Clear Sky Douluo (Part 2)

"I think very highly of that child Tang San. I believe that with his ability and talent, it won't be long before he makes a name for himself in the Soul Master world. I can tell that this child is someone who doesn't like being constrained, and he regards fame and fortune lightly. Otherwise, he wouldn't have gifted such precious herbs to his companions. For a child who may one day become a powerhouse, all we need to do is build a good relationship with him, and he will become a powerful ally in the future. I've even been thinking — if possible, binding his heart to our Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Clan through a marriage alliance would be an excellent choice."

"A marriage alliance? But didn't Rongrong say he already has a sweetheart?" Gu Rong asked, puzzled.

Ning Fengzhi smiled faintly. "No matter how outstanding he is, he's still just a child. And since he's a child, his mind is far from settled. Who knows what changes the future may bring? Surely my daughter is not unworthy of him? But that's all speculation for later. It depends on how this child develops over the next few years. If he can maintain this rapid pace of progress, I will naturally have a plan. Uncle Gu, do not breathe a word of today's events to anyone when we return — especially the possibility that Tang San may have origins in the Clear Sky Sect. I do not want the people from the Clear Sky Sect finding him. Although Tang Hao left the Clear Sky Sect, that will always be his roots. Even now, no one would dare say he is not one of the twin Douluo of the Clear Sky. If Tang San were to return to the Clear Sky Sect, that would actually work against us."

"I understand." Gu Rong nodded. He could tell that Ning Fengzhi had more thoughts he hadn't voiced, but none of that mattered to him. As long as the man who steered the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Clan could see the full picture, that was enough.

When Tang San returned to the dormitory, he found Oscar, Zhu Zhuqing, Ma Hongjun, and Xiao Wu all waiting for him. And the moment he stepped through the door, Ning Rongrong rushed in right behind him.

"Did you all have something you wanted to ask me?" Tang San's gaze swept across the group, a hint of bitterness on his face.

Oscar was the first to shake his head. "I don't have anything to ask. You handle your own affairs however you see fit. All I know is that you're the third brother of the Shrek Seven Devils."

Ma Hongjun scratched his head. "I still don't even understand what happened. I'd ask if I could, but I wouldn't even know where to start."

Zhu Zhuqing, standing to the side, said, "You've never asked about our backgrounds either. Everyone has their own privacy — their own personal world."

Xiao Wu chimed in. "All we care about is you. Everything else doesn't matter. As long as you came back safe, we're all at ease."

Ning Rongrong huffed. "Xiao Wu, as if my father would ever hurt Third Brother! Oh, let me tell you all a secret — Third Brother's rich now. He sold my father five hundred sets of Hidden Weapons, worth a total of five million Gold Soul Coins!"

"What?" Oscar leapt off the bed in an instant, eyes blazing with excitement as he looked at Ning Rongrong. "Rongrong, where's the most expensive place in Heaven Dou City?"

Ning Rongrong blinked. "What are you planning?"

Oscar pointed at Tang San. "Why, to bring down the tycoon and redistribute his wealth, of course."

Ning Rongrong burst out laughing. "Even if you want to bring down the tycoon, at least wait a few days. Can't you see how tired Third Brother is? You try standing under a Soul Douluo's pressure for that long and see how you feel."

Oscar looked at Tang San with a mischievous grin. "Well, he shares a room with me, so he's not going anywhere. All right, since Little San's exhausted, you should all head out. Let him get some rest."

Everyone nodded. Xiao Wu's gaze lingered on Tang San with particular concern, but Tang San's mind was in turmoil, and he didn't respond to her look.

Even Oscar himself left with the rest, and soon the room held only Tang San.

Sitting on his bed, feeling the warmth of the sunlight streaming through the window, Tang San's heart was knotted with turmoil.

Father — where exactly are you? Can someone tell me what is going on? Every word everyone has said has been so vague and roundabout. If my father came from the Clear Sky Sect — if he was even one of the twin Douluo of the Clear Sky — then why did he sink into becoming a drunkard? Why, from the time I was small, did he never teach me a single thing about Martial Souls? The only things he left me were that simple forging technique and the Chaotic Wind Hammer Technique.

Father has been missing for eight years. What has he been doing all this time? Why hasn't he come to find me even now?