: Betraying one's master, forgetting gratitude

Ning Rongrong initially had overly optimistic expectations, believing that with her beauty and status as the daughter of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School's sect leader, winning someone over would be a piece of cake. However, reality gave her a harsh blow.

Her assessment didn't require traversing the Light of the Sea God, and Mount Sea God was the true core of Sea God Island, heavily guarded and governed by strict rules. How could an outsider like her, who had only obtained the Purple Test and could leave at any time, be easily allowed to approach the core area?

Even if Ning Rongrong wanted to make friends, she wouldn't even have the chance to meet them; she could only complete the assessments step by step within her designated area.

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Meanwhile, Fang Yuan was already immersed in his own cultivation.

While steadily refining the primordial seed from the God of Life within his body, he also climbed the Sea God's Stairs step by step, carrying out the two cultivations simultaneously and complementing each other.

Apart from a very few necessary sleep and rest periods, he devoted almost all his time to these two things, single-mindedly and almost obsessively.

The life-generating seed within his body continuously nourished his soul and physical form, allowing him to subtly touch the edge of the laws of life; in addition, the essence of the immortal herbs he had consumed in his early years remained, enabling him to recover from injuries and regain his strength far faster than ordinary people.

The light of the sea god constantly washes over and tempers his body, strengthens his bones and muscles, purifies his soul power, and gradually makes his body even stronger.

The two together form a perfect positive cycle.

Ascending the Sea God's Stairs, the physical body endures immense pressure and is continuously strengthened; when its strength is exhausted, the laws of life rapidly repair and restore it to full strength; after recovering, it steps onto the stairs again to continue undergoing the baptism...

The cycle repeated itself, and his strength increased at a visible rate.

Fang Yuan not only didn't find it boring, but actually enjoyed the feeling that every bit of effort could bring real improvement.

He knew better than anyone that too many people in this world spend their entire lives striving, only to end up achieving nothing and wasting their time.

Those soul masters with low innate soul power may spend their entire lives studying, cultivating, seeking opportunities, and yearning for breakthroughs, but even when their lifespan is exhausted, they may still remain at the level of Great Soul Master, Soul Master, or even the lowest level Soul Warrior.

There are also ordinary people who never even awaken their innate soul power. They work hard and struggle their whole lives, but in the end, they can only live a mediocre life. They can't even get close to becoming a soul master. They work hard but can't even get enough to eat. Their life savings are not as much as a single gold soul coin that leaks out of a soul master's wallet.

Compared to them, my current path of cultivation is already a stroke of incredible luck.

Moreover, Fang Yuan was also under pressure.

Bibi Dong, Qian Renxue, Dugu Yan, and even the Rakshasa God lurking in the shadows...

The people he offended were all incredibly powerful.

Fang Yuan was terrified that one day, these people would actually tear him apart alive because of jealousy and disputes over the division of spoils.

This concern is by no means unfounded. In countless simulations of the future, their personalities have indeed manifested in this way: possessive to the point of obsession, extremely strong, and even insane...

Fang Yuan knew very well that he only had two paths ahead of him.

Either rapidly improve your strength with absolute power to forcefully suppress these lunatics and prevent them from making any rash moves.

Alternatively... we could influence these yanderes whose minds are already abnormal, making them willingly submit and achieving harmony.

Thinking of the second possibility, Fang Yuan couldn't help but chuckle to himself.

Ah, this probably only happens in dreams.

but……

Since the Rakshasa God had not yet shown up to cause him trouble, Fang Yuan couldn't help but feel a little suspicious.

Could it be that the simulation's side effects have failed?

Or is this Rakshasa god simply a pervert who prefers to hide in dark corners and quietly spy?

He carefully recalled his reaction after the last simulation, and now that so much time has passed, there has been no abnormality whatsoever.

This unusual calm made him somewhat restless, and a faint thought of testing him began to arise in his heart.

Should we simulate it again? Maybe next time there will be no side effects, or only minimal side effects.

But his heart fluttered for only a moment before Fang Yuan forcefully suppressed that restless impulse.

He forced himself to recall his initial arrest, poured cold water on himself, and forced himself to remain calm and composed.

Time flew by as he diligently practiced and exercised caution day after day.

Fang Yuan completed each item of the Sea God's assessment step by step, steadily and surely.

Poseidon would occasionally appear on time, say a few words to him, offer some pointers, and then quickly leave without lingering.

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A year has passed in the blink of an eye.

Fang Yuan has successfully started and is undergoing the third trial of the Sea God, and his cultivation level has reached level seventy-four.

Meanwhile, Ning Rongrong had already completed her Purple Trial and was preparing to leave Seagod Island with Bone Douluo and the others.

Throughout the year, Bone Douluo ultimately did not dare to make a move against Fang Yuan.

Firstly, Fang Yuan is at least a Soul Saint. Even a Bone Douluo at the Title Douluo level wouldn't be entirely confident of killing him in one blow.

Moreover, this is Seagod Island, which is considered the opponent's home turf. If they make a mistake and are exposed, even if he is a Title Douluo, it will be difficult for him to escape unscathed.

More importantly, Fang Yuan was personally chosen by the Sea God as the divine examiner, and he is very likely to inherit the Sea God's divine position in the future. His talent and potential are terrifyingly outrageous.

If we fail to eliminate them completely, and they grow stronger to retaliate in the future, the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School may face annihilation.

Bone Douluo, who had always been decisive and ruthless throughout his life, surprisingly chose not to use his super power after becoming a Title Douluo. He used his brain to calmly weigh the pros and cons and ultimately chose to give up.

The ship slowly sailed away from the port.

Ning Rongrong stood on the deck, gazing at the Seagod Island that gradually blurred in her vision and eventually disappeared completely, her heart filled with complex emotions.

Having failed in her plan to pass the Sea God's test, she must now find a new way out for the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School.

Those fragmented memories kept flashing through her mind. She clearly remembered that the sect would face annihilation in the future, and the opponent was the unstoppable Spirit Hall.

Since the Sea God's examination is no longer an option, the examinations of other deities are also virtually impossible for most disciples within the sect, who are only qualified for the Yellow or Purple examinations. To preserve the sect, it is imperative to seek strong external support.

Looking across the entire continent, who will be able to rival the Spirit Hall in the future...?

Ning Rongrong's gaze suddenly sharpened.

There is only one answer—

Tang San.

Bibi Dong bears the Rakshasa God Test, and Qian Renxue holds the Angel God Test; both will become top combat forces of the Spirit Hall in the future and are the culprits who destroyed the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School.

In this way, the only person who can fight against them and has a chance to stop the Spirit Hall is Tang San.

However, Ning Rongrong was unsure whether Tang San could become the God of Asura again this time, considering that Tang San had been targeted and forced to flee by the Spirit Hall.

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Meanwhile, after Tang Hao was seriously injured and escaped, he made some arrangements and immediately took Tang San to the Yang family, one of the four major affiliated families of the Haotian Sect.

It can only be said that this father and son really ran into the line of fire. The Yang family was unlucky; they ran into the last person they wanted to see as soon as they opened the door.

In order to protect itself, the Clear Sky Sect resolutely closed its mountain and abandoned its four affiliated families, leaving them to be hunted down and eliminated by the Spirit Hall.

The four major families suffered heavy casualties and were severely weakened, but their attitudes toward the Haotian Sect and the Tang family were completely different.

The Tai family, a clan of power, remains fiercely loyal.

Clan Chief Titan was originally Tang Hao's personal attendant, following him all the way, and their bond was extremely deep. He was loyal to the Clear Sky Sect, but his loyalty to Tang Hao remained unchanged. Whenever he saw a member of the Tang family, he would kneel down and bow without hesitation, addressing him as "Master" with unwavering sincerity.

The Bai family of the Min clan remained neutral, and even leaned towards protecting them.

Clan Chief Bai He has a very deep connection with the Haotian Sect—his own sister is the wife of the former sect leader of the Haotian Sect, and the biological mother of Tang Hao, Tang Xiao, and Tang Yuehua. In terms of seniority, Bai He is Tang Hao's maternal uncle; in terms of affection, Tang Hao was raised by him from childhood, and they are almost like father and son.

During the calamity of the mountain closure, the Min clan, which had no fighting power, was almost wiped out. What Baihe hated was the cold-blooded and ruthless Haotian Sect that abandoned them, not Tang Hao.

On the contrary, he could understand Tang Hao's helplessness back then and did not harbor much hatred towards his nephew.

The Yu clan, on the other hand, clearly rejected them.

Clan Chief Niu Gao has a fiery and straightforward personality. What happened back then made him completely disillusioned with the Haotian Sect. He adopted a tough stance, refusing to associate with them and harboring deep resentment.

Of the four clans, only the Yang family of the Po clan harbors a deep-seated hostility towards the Haotian Sect and the Tang family.

Clan leader Yang Wudi was known for his fierce and stubborn nature, and his vindictiveness. His elder brother died during the dark years when the Haotian Sect sealed off its mountain and the Spirit Hall besieged it.

He blamed the entire blood feud on the Haotian Sect, and he also hated Tang Hao, the culprit who caused everything, to the extreme.

However, Tang Hao's purpose in coming here was precisely to find the Po clan to cure the poison.

The Po clan is renowned throughout the world for its expertise in medicine making, poison use, and detoxification. Only Yang Wudi is confident in resolving the old poisons and hidden injuries that have accumulated in his body over the years.

Even when your enemy comes to your door, what they ask for is still help.

The result was predictable – he was rejected on the spot without any mercy.

Upon seeing Tang Hao, Yang Wudi was filled with rage. Without listening to any explanation, he ordered his men to roughly throw the father and son out of the house.

If it weren't for the fact that this was his territory, and the lingering prestige of Tang Hao's former titled Douluo, and the unpredictable consequences of taking action, he would have already drawn his gun and fought Tang Hao to the death to avenge his brother's tragic death.

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Tang San looked at the other party's unwavering refusal, his eyes surging with hatred and chilling killing intent that almost overflowed.

The hidden arrow in his sleeve was already poised to fire. Several times his fingertips tightened, almost pulling the trigger directly—this man dared to belittle and humiliate his father so much; in his eyes, he was already courting death.

But he forcibly suppressed his impulse.

At this moment, the Po clan has many members and is in an unfamiliar environment. The strange and domineering poison in the father's body has not yet been resolved. If they take action, they will not only fail to save people, but will also drag both of them into danger.

A strong sense of resentment surged within Tang San. He took a deep breath, suppressed his turbulent emotions, stepped forward again, and said in a deep voice, "Since you refuse to make a move, then let's have a match."

"If I win, you will then treat my father and cure his poison and injuries."

Yang Wudi was amused by the boy's stubbornness, his laughter filled with sarcasm and coldness: "You think I'll help you if you win? What if you lose?"

Tang San's gaze was firm as he said, enunciating each word clearly: "If I lose, I will willingly become a slave and serve the Yang family for thirty years."

Fearing Yang Wudi might refuse the challenge, he added fuel to the fire, deliberately provoking him: "The Po Clan is renowned throughout the continent, their skills in medicine making, poison use, and antidote preparation are unparalleled. Do you not even have the courage to compete with a mere youth like me?"

Yang Wudi sized Tang San up and down, his eyes sharp and cold as knives. After a moment, he suddenly sneered, his face full of disdain.

Having been ruthlessly abandoned by the Haotian Sect once, Yang Wudi had long understood the nature of the Tang family members—they were inherently arrogant and conceited, cold-blooded and ruthless, and extremely vengeful, unwilling to suffer even the slightest loss.

No matter how eloquently Tang San spoke, about being willing to be a slave for thirty years, Yang Wudi found it to be a huge joke.

How could the Tang family possibly submit to others and be subservient?

Even if they bow their heads temporarily, it's just a temporary measure. Who knows how many ruthless schemes they're hiding in their hearts? There must be a trap involved.

Even if Tang San really lost and was willing to stay as a slave, Yang Wudi would never dare to use him.

Putting aside the possibility that if this got out, the Clear Sky Sect might feel humiliated and turn around to cause trouble for the Yang family; just looking at the ruthlessness and cunning in Tang San's eyes, Yang Wudi felt a chill run down his spine.

If he really kept such a time bomb by his side, he would probably have to sleep with his eyes open every night, constantly on edge, fearing that one day he would open his eyes and be secretly poisoned or ambushed by this Tang family brat, dying without knowing why.

If Yang Wudi hadn't still harbored a sliver of apprehension—no matter how badly Tang Hao was injured, he was still a Title Douluo at heart. Even a starved camel is bigger than a horse. If they really fought to the death, no one could be sure of escaping unscathed. If they failed, the entire Po clan would be buried with them.

Otherwise, given his overwhelming hatred for Tang Hao and his fierce temperament, he would have already drawn his gun and attacked on the spot, without wasting a single word, and certainly not just simply kicking the man out.

"The Tang family members are all proud and arrogant, with an indomitable spirit in their bones. Would you willingly serve as my slave for thirty years?"

"Even if you really do keep your word, I wouldn't dare accept you. If I were to accept a child of the Tang family like you, I, Yang Wudi, would probably have to sleep with one eye open at night, constantly on guard against being turned against me by you."

As soon as he finished speaking, he gave Tang San no further chance and waved his hand to his men: "Get him out of here!"

The members of the Broken Clan were roughly driven out of the door, and the heavy wooden door slammed shut behind them with a loud bang, like a slap in the face.

Tang San clenched his fists so tightly that his knuckles turned white, and the killing intent in his eyes was almost uncontrollable. At this moment, both father and son were filled with extreme hatred.

Tang Hao, humiliated in this way, was filled with boundless rage.

He never imagined that these subordinate families, who had been subservient and loyal to the Haotian Sect back then, would dare to rebel against their masters in just a few years.

If it weren't for the old poison and new injuries plaguing his body, rendering him unable to fight, he would have already swung the Haotian Hammer and smashed this ungrateful traitor to death with a single blow.

"Well done, well done, the Broken Clan!"

Tang Hao's chest heaved violently, his voice low and cold, trembling with suppressed rage.

"As expected, a tiger fallen into the plains is bullied by dogs! A bunch of opportunistic and ungrateful bastards! Now that the Haotian Sect is in decline and has closed its gates, they dare to treat me, Tang Hao, like this?!"

He glared fiercely at the closed door one last time, his eyes filled with murderous intent, but ultimately, due to his physical weakness, he could only suppress his anger, turn around and leave step by step with Tang San.