"Xiao San, you're doing well."
"Just like your father, you have great talent in cultivating our Clear Sky Sect's supreme techniques."
"What you're lacking now is only cultivation rank."
"When you break through to the Spirit King realm, I'll tell you about a place that can further improve your strength."
After returning to the Clear Sky Sect, Tang Xiao spoke in a deep tone while walking down the corridor with Tang San.
"Yes, Uncle."
After parting ways with Tang Xiao, Tang San returned to his room.
He was just about to wash up and then cultivate on the bed when a drifting, elusive voice suddenly entered his ears.
"Tang San~"
"Who!"
Tang San's brows furrowed instantly as he shot to his feet.
Following the voice, he quickly left the room — only to find the sound coming from further away.
Pursuing it step by step, Tang San soon left the castle of the Clear Sky Sect and made his way into the mid-mountain forest.
By now, night had fallen. A bright full moon hung high in the sky, its silver light spilling down like water.
On the crown of a large tree stood Ye Yu, silver-blue hair fluttering in the night wind. His handsome face gleamed under the moonlight, those silver-blue eyes shining like cold stars.
"Tang San, you're here."
Seeing him arrive, Ye Yu spoke slowly.
"Who are you? Why are you looking for me?"
Tang San frowned deeply, his voice heavy. He was sure he'd never met Ye Yu — not even the faintest memory of him.
Yet, for some reason, the sight of Ye Yu's silver-blue hair and eyes made Tang San's heart ache sharply… as if something precious had been stolen from him.
"Who I am doesn't matter."
Ye Yu smiled faintly, his voice leisurely.
"I'm here because I want you to hand over your Mysterious Heaven Skill."
What?!
He knows about the Mysterious Heaven Skill?!
Tang San's pupils contracted sharply. Waves of shock surged in his heart — this was impossible.
Since reincarnating into this world, he had never revealed anything about the Mysterious Heaven Skill or the secret techniques of the Tang Sect to anyone — not his father, not even Xiao Wu.
In this world, no one should even know that Mysterious Heaven Skill existed.
Unless…
Killing intent surged in Tang San's heart.
If Ye Yu knew of the Mysterious Heaven Skill, there was only one explanation — he too came from the Tang Sect.
If Tang San could cross over to Douluo Continent after leaping from Hell's Peak, then others from the Tang Sect could have crossed over as well.
And if Ye Yu knew the name but still had to ask for it, that meant he hadn't learned it himself — not an inner sect disciple.
An outer sect disciple, daring to covet the Tang Sect's supreme secret techniques…
This was courting death.
Sensing Tang San's killing intent, Ye Yu inwardly scoffed.
"So, because I know the Mysterious Heaven Skill, I deserve to die?"
"Tang San, you must be wondering why you haven't seen your father Tang Hao for so long, right?"
Ye Yu's lips curled into a smile.
"The reason is simple — your father has been… my guest."
"Now, let's have a family reunion."
With that, Ye Yu tossed Tang Hao out from his Wishful Hundred Treasure Purse.
Under the moonlight, a ragged, filthy figure appeared — clothes in tatters, hair long and matted like a bird's nest, streaked with grime and grease, face blackened with dirt, beard tangled like wild grass.
His eyes were dull and lifeless, his entire state like that of a beggar.
"Father!!"
Though his four limbs had been severed and only crudely reattached using the External Spirit Bone – Demon Willow Fluff, Tang Hao had been kept like this for years in Ye Yu's Hundred Treasure Purse. His appearance was almost unrecognizable — but the bond between father and son let Tang San recognize him instantly.
His eyes went red, fists clenched, voice choked.
"Xiao San…"
Hearing his son's voice, a flicker of light finally returned to Tang Hao's dull eyes. In a hoarse, dry voice, he shouted urgently:
"Xiao San! Run!"
"Don't worry about me — run!"
"Father…"
Tears welled in Tang San's eyes. He knew his father was trying to protect him.
And from Tang Hao's words, he realized instantly — this silver-blue-haired youth was a terrifyingly powerful expert.
If he weren't, Tang Hao would not be this desperate.
But as a filial son, Tang San could never abandon his father to remain in Ye Yu's hands.
Ye Yu had just demanded the Mysterious Heaven Skill. Now he brought out Tang Hao.
Tang San understood — Ye Yu wanted to trade his father's life for the Mysterious Heaven Skill.
The Mysterious Heaven Skill was priceless… but compared to his father's life, it was nothing.
Suppressing his killing intent and fury, Tang San clenched his fists, red-eyed, and gritted out:
"What exactly do you want?"
"You want to trade my father for my Mysterious Heaven Skill, right?"
"As long as you return my father to me, I'll give you the Mysterious Heaven Skill."
"Good."
Ye Yu smiled, his tone mocking.
"Tang San, you are just as I thought."
"You may be ungrateful, heartless, hypocritical, cold-blooded, and selfish…"
"But at least, you are indeed a dutiful son."
He tossed an blank manual, a goose-feather quill, and a box of ink in front of Tang San.
"Write down the Mysterious Heaven Skill in full."
"And don't even think about trying anything."
"If I find even one flaw, I'll cut off one of your father's fingers… then both hands, both arms… then his feet, his legs, and finally his eyes."
Ye Yu's cold smile deepened.
"I'm sure you don't want to see your father missing limbs… or turned into a one-eyed cripple, do you?"
Tang San had been planning to slip in some falsehoods to fool Ye Yu — after all, Ye Yu didn't know what the real Mysterious Heaven Skill looked like.
But hearing that threat made his heart sink.
If Ye Yu discovered the deception, his father would be mutilated.
He had no choice.
Swallowing his rage, Tang San obediently wrote the complete, correct cultivation method for the Mysterious Heaven Skill into the blank manual.
Ye Yu only sneered.
A petty trick from a little Ha-kid San, and you think you can fool me, Ye Yu? I can see right through you.