The destruction of the Clear Sky Sect was already a huge sensation.
As the number one great Sect and head of clan forces below the Spirit Hall, and with a Limit Douluo Divinity inheritor in charge,
the sensation caused by being flattened with a single blow is imaginable.
The heated discussion and public outrage sparked by this article, however, were even more terrifying; the phrase 'earth-shattering' is far from enough to describe it.
Whether it was the number one under heaven or not, for many people it was just something to talk about after meals, and didn't concern their personal interests.
But the matter of large Sects harming and suppressing commoner geniuses and even leaders of small and medium clans has existed since ancient times, and has even long become an unspoken, invisible rule.
It's just that in a World where power is respected, no one dared to stand up and expose it in the past.
Especially since many things in the article, such as Shrek Academy, had already been widely rumored more than a year ago.
Regarding Yu Xiaogang's ten theories, they were also refuted point by point, and based on Nangong Lingyun's research, it popularized the true spirit ring limit calculation methods, spirit ring attribute selection basis, and so on.
The most crucial point is that, as the one speaking from experience, Tang San was truly too miserable.
It was simply inhumane, brutal, and unbearable to witness, the kind that would make any normal person who saw it feel their scalp tingle and cold sweat trickle down their back.
Twin Spirits, Innate Full Spirit Power, also created his own cultivation method, created numerous combat skills, and was the son of the number one Sect Master under heaven plus the renowned Clear Sky Douluo, inheritor of a God King, Limit Douluo, and direct great-grandson of the legendary powerhouse Tang Chen.
Even Nangong Lingyun repeatedly showed goodwill, repeatedly tried to recruit him, and after failing, didn't hesitate to disguise himself as Qin Feng to guide him.
Under normal circumstances, his path should have been like Bibi Dong's.
From a young age, he gathered countless favors, grew up to become the most dazzling star in the entire Spirit Master's world, then took charge of the Clear Sky Sect, below only a handful of people, and above the millions across the entire continent.
In the end, he might even have had a chance to become a Divinity.
The result was that he actually cultivated himself into his current state.
That so precious Life origin, which could cultivate an immortal body and was almost the rarest and most powerful talent on his body, was crippled, and the Clear Sky Hammer, which primarily focused on power bursts, actually took on the darkness attribute.
These descriptions alone made people's vision go dark, and even ordinary people who didn't understand Spirit cultivation felt it was incredibly absurd.
If anyone said there was no problem with it, even a ghost wouldn't believe them; the ghost would think you were overly insulting its intelligence.
As soon as the article was published, it immediately stirred up a thousand waves.
The entire Spirit Master's world instantly exploded and went crazy, and even top-tier major forces like the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School, Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon, and even the Spirit Hall were no exception.
Or to be more precise, they were the ones who showed the most excitement, with core disciples attacking on all fronts, swearing and furiously cursing the Clear Sky Sect and Tang Hao to everyone they met, as if they had an irreconcilable hatred.
However, the lower-level Spirit Masters were truly angry.
As for the members of these Title Douluo clans, it was unknown how many layers of genuine righteous indignation, how many layers of performance, and how many layers of calculation were contained within their words.
Heaven Dou City, Kaiyuan Academy.
Tang San finally set foot in this true cradle of geniuses and well-deserved number one academy, in a sense also joining the Kaiyuan Sect, but he couldn't bring himself to be happy.
Looking at the newspaper that had just been distributed in front of him, looking at the content inside that exposed Tang Hao, cursed Yu Xiaogang, and revealed information about the Clear Sky Sect from his perspective, covering all angles,
especially the parts that were exaggerated and reasonably speculated, a burst of furious roaring erupted in his heart.
"I didn't, I didn't submit anything at all, not a single word. This is all that Nangong Lingyun's scheme, he did it on purpose."
San Zi was so hateful his teeth were itching. He hadn't expected Nangong Lingyun to pull such a move, directly publishing those words in the newspaper and fabricating a large amount of content.
Although he had indeed shifted blame before to survive, it didn't mean he wanted certain things to be made public.
Betraying his own father, great-grandfather, Teacher, and birth Sect, and then publishing an article in the Kaiyuan Daily, exposing their shortcomings to the entire continent, and heavily criticizing and cursing them,
it was hard to imagine how ruined his reputation would become afterward.
He feared it wouldn't be long before everyone unanimously judged him as someone who deceived heaven and destroyed ancestors, went against human relations, etc. Maybe they would even take away one character from his name, and he would only be allowed to be called Tang Er from now on, which would be too foolish.
Due to the influence of his experiences and knowledge from his previous life, Bing Qing Yu Jie had a deep, innate fear of these things in the depths of his heart.
His own clan had already been uprooted, and there was little difference between Tang Chen not being allowed out of Slaughter City and being dead. In this situation, if his reputation was also ruined, he would find it difficult to move anywhere on the entire continent, with no place to stand.
While his heart was filled with boundless anger, boundless pain, and boundless despair,
on the surface, he could only pretend to be happy, excited, having avenged a great enemy, and feeling great satisfaction, and excitedly said:
"Well written, too well written! Tang Hao and Yu Xiaogang are such shameless, black-hearted, vicious, sinister, bottomless scum."
"No, their wickedness is simply beyond description; they don't even deserve to be called human, they should be pigs, trash."
However, even with his strenuous performance,
beside him, Oscar's face still showed a hint of suspicion, then he widened his eyes and said with agitation:
"Did you hesitate just now?"
"How dare you hesitate at the Sect Master's decision? Are you still harboring thoughts of your former master?"
Yes, Oscar had now also joined the Dark Department Intelligence Division, and was assigned to team up with Tang San.
However, the task he received was not to eliminate remnants, gather intelligence, or assist other team members, but specifically to monitor San Zi, monitoring him every step of the way.
Every mistake of Bing Qing Yu Jie that he caught could earn him a huge reward from above, a huge amount that even Spirit Bones and divine medicines were not beyond imagination.
And ever since they teamed up, Oscar's intelligence seemed to have suddenly exploded.
He wished he could use a magnifying glass to carefully observe his every move and expression, and he could always distort and interpret evidence of his ill intentions from various unimaginable strange angles.
For example, just now, after seeing the newspaper, he didn't frown, nor did he say half a word of dissatisfaction, yet simply because he was one second late in cursing Tang Hao and Yu Xiaogang, he was seized upon relentlessly.
Also, things like using Twenty Four Moonlit Bridges equals missing Yu Xiaogang, not cursing Tang Hao before activating the Clear Sky Hammer equals pitying the Clear Sky Sect, and so on.
You would never know what bizarre angle the other party could find, what shameless reason they could come up with, leaving you wanting to cry without tears, wanting to live and die, and feeling incredibly stifled and pained.
San Zi was constantly on edge, walking on thin ice, not daring to say a single wrong word even in his sleep.
Although only one day had passed, in these twenty-odd hours, the frustration he felt internally, and the shock and fear his heart endured, were perhaps more than in the past few years combined.
After being enraged to the point of exploding once, he even considered for a moment, 'Maybe it's better to just be killed like this. If things continue like this, what's the point of living?'