: The Punishment Ends

Chapter 100: The Punishment Ends

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Although that's what he thought, the God of Asura was inexplicably annoyed. Why were they all coming to his City of Slaughter looking for a successor?

Thinking this, the God of Asura turned his attention back to Tang San, whom he valued.

Tang San was specially brought here from another world and reincarnated. He possesses unparalleled skills and talents, so we can't let him be poached.

Now, ten-year-old Tang San, using the alias Tang Yin, has reached level twenty-three in soul power.

Even within the Heaven Dou Royal Academy, at this age and with this level of cultivation, he is already worthy of being called a young genius.

Children in the Douluo Continent are naturally more mature than those in the ordinary world, let alone those in aristocratic circles. Many people in the academy have already begun to inquire about Tang Yin's background and are trying to find ways to approach and win over this young man with amazing potential.

If one could forge a connection with such a promising genius, it would be a sure-fire investment for both the family and oneself.

Tang San was happy to see this happen, wanting to use people to collect funds and materials to prepare for building his own hidden weapons.

The father, Tang Hao, was tormented day and night by his old injuries, and he became listless and dispirited.

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The hatred for his mother's murder, the shame of his sect, and his father's pain all motivated Tang San to seek revenge and become stronger.

Among these peers, the one who gave Tang San the most headaches was Princess Xue Ke.

She was a princess of the Heaven Dou Empire, of noble status, and also the personal disciple of his aunt, Tang Yuehua. The two shared a deep bond, as close as mother and daughter.

However, Princess Xueke was extremely arrogant and somewhat obsessed with appearances, and she always disliked Tang San, a commoner with plain looks and rude manners.

Out of respect for Tang Yuehua, Tang San remained polite despite his impatience.

Today, he returned to Yuexuan from Tiandou Royal Academy. As soon as he stepped into the building, he ran into Xue Ke coming out of Tang Yuehua's study.

Xue Ke's gaze fell on him, a meaningful smile curving her lips. Her eyes held a hint of calculation and determination, which made Tang San's heart tighten inexplicably.

She didn't linger, but turned back into the room and said gently, "Teacher, please reconsider what I just said. It's good for both of us, isn't it?"

As soon as she finished speaking, she stepped aside and walked past Tang San, her skirt swaying gently without touching him at all.

Tang San watched her departing figure, his fingertips clenching slightly, his arm raised slightly.

After hesitating for a moment, watching Xue Ke's figure disappear into the distance, he finally put away the hidden arrow in his sleeve.

He entered the room, closed the door, turned to look at Tang Yuehua, who sat gracefully and calmly in her chair, and asked in a deep voice, "Aunt, what was the matter with Princess Xueke who came here just now?"

Tang Yuehua looked up at him, a complex emotion flashing in her eyes, but her tone was steady: "It's nothing serious, your aunt can handle it herself. You go upstairs and see your father."

Tang Yuehua wanted to let it go quietly.

But Tang San was never the kind of person who could be dismissed with just a few words.

"Aunt," Tang San stepped forward, his attitude unusually resolute, "I am also a member of the Tang family. Believe me, I am already capable of helping you. Tell me, what exactly happened?"

Tang Yuehua sighed softly, saying helplessly, "Even if I told you, you're still just a child. What could you possibly do?"

Tang San raised his eyes, his gaze resolute, showing no sign of backing down: "How do you know I definitely have no way?"

After a brief standoff, Tang Yuehua finally gave in and slowly revealed the truth: "Xue Ke somehow found out about my background and knows that I am a member of the Tang family of the Haotian Sect. She came to me wanting me to help her seize the throne and use the power of the Haotian Sect to pave the way and support her."

At this point, Tang Yuehua's lips curled into a faint, mocking smile: "This child is still too naive. After all, I am her teacher; how could she possibly hide her thoughts from me?"

Tang Yuehua had no intention of getting involved in the royal family's power struggles.

In her view, as long as Emperor Xueye was still alive, her position in Tiandou City would be as stable as Mount Tai.

Even if the Great Emperor Xueye passes away in the future and a new emperor ascends the throne, as the teacher of many princes, princesses and noble children, she has a wide-ranging network of connections and is supported by the powerful Haotian Sect. No matter who comes to power, they will not be able to touch her in the slightest.

On the contrary, helping Xueke might offend Xuebeng and Prince Xuexing behind Xuebeng, which would do more harm than good and be a losing proposition.

But Tang San's thoughts were completely different from hers.

After hearing these words, Tang San's eyes showed no worry, but instead lit up slightly.

A bold idea rose in Tang San's mind.

What would be a troublesome vortex for others might be an opportunity for him, who is now burdened with a deep-seated blood feud.

The Asura God stood in the Asura Temple, surrounded by dark red Asura divine power. He looked at the scene below, nodded slightly, and a hint of approval flashed in his eyes.

Despite being in a difficult situation, Tang San remained calm and resourceful, living up to his expectations.

Just then, a figure approached the gate of the Asura Temple, requesting an audience with the Asura God.

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The Asura God slowly raised his eyes, his gaze falling on the figure outside the palace gate—a priest under the Rakshasa God, whose aura was respectful and dared not overstep his bounds in the slightest.

The Asura God transmitted the message, "Come in."

The priest stepped lightly into the Asura Temple, bowed deeply to the Asura God, and then cautiously began to explain the purpose of his visit.

"I respectfully request the lifting of the confinement by the Asura God and Rakshasa God."

The priest was also full of confusion. The Asura God suddenly attacked without warning, and because of some trivial matter, he severely punished this first-level god, confining him to the Rakshasa Palace and stripping him of some of his rights.

In the eyes of the gods, Rakshasa God was known for his ruthless methods and eccentric behavior, and was generally disliked. However, for a first-level god, his actions were nothing more than trivial matters, far from deserving such severe punishment.

Many gods privately discussed the matter, feeling that the God of Asura was making a mountain out of a molehill and being too harsh.

Even the God of Asura himself, when he calmed down and recalled that day, felt a sense of bewilderment.

He was usually calm and composed, and never got angry easily. Now that he had calmed down, he couldn't understand why he had been so angry at the time.

His gaze fell upon the priests below, who stood with their heads bowed and waiting, barely daring to breathe. The Asura God remained silent for a moment, and the chilling killing intent around him slowly subsided.

Finally, he waved his hand, his voice devoid of any emotion, "The punishment ends here. Release Rakshasa God from confinement and restore all his privileges as a first-level god."

"He and the Rakshasa god, one righteous and one evil, ultimately share the same origin, so we cannot go too far."

The priest, feeling as if he had been granted a pardon, quickly bowed to accept the decree and hurriedly withdrew.

The Rakshasa god, having regained his freedom and complete divine power, immediately channeled his divine consciousness into the mortal realm.