"Impossible! Absolutely impossible, how could my mother be an Evil Soul Master!"
Tang San's fragile heart shattered directly. To think he was so pure, how could he have an Evil Soul Master mother? He immediately thought Tang Xiao was talking nonsense.
"It's as if you aren't an Evil Soul Master now."
Tang Xiao gently tapped Little San's head, somewhat reproachfully, and patiently advised Little San. After all, he was Yun'er's child, how could he despise Yun'er, his mother?
"What's wrong with being an Evil Soul Master? Being an Evil Soul Master proves even more that you are Yun'er's biological child, inheriting Yun'er's Spirit and personality. You have also become an Evil Soul Master."
"I only kill those who are inherently evil, which is different from those Evil Soul Masters."
Little San shook his head, speaking with a sense of self-righteousness. In his opinion, those he killed were insignificant nobodies; it was their good fortune to help him, a future God King, improve his strength, and cleanse their sins.
"Hmph, that's not something you can explain away with just words."
Tang Xiao snorted, quite displeased with Little San's attitude, but then he thought of Tang Hao raising Little San and chose to let it go. After all, Tang Hao was no good, so what good could Little San, whom he raised, do?
But since he was his own son, Tang Xiao also wanted to make up for the lack of fatherly love Little San had experienced over the past decade or so. After some thought, he decided it would be best to take Little San home, hoping he would acknowledge Yun'er as his biological mother.
He believed that once Little San experienced Yun'er's gentleness, he would naturally accept her. In his view, a young man who hadn't experienced motherly love for over a decade must deeply crave it.
So he said, "Little San, prepare to come back with me. When you meet Yun'er, the doubts in your heart will naturally be resolved."
As he spoke, he saw Tang Hao groaning on the ground and couldn't help but sneer a few times. He squatted down, patted Tang Hao's face, and mocked, "Tang Hao, didn't you expect this? The child you raised for several years is actually mine."
Then, he said with a hint of relief, "Yun'er was already pregnant at the time. You were drunk and took the wrong path, but Little San really wouldn't have been born without you. Thanks to you, Little San and I can meet again."
Then, he turned to look at Little San, his voice suddenly becoming serious. Pointing at Tang Hao, he said, "Little San, this is the culprit who caused our father and son to be separated. Now, I order you, kill him immediately."
As soon as these words came out, Tang Hao, who had been groaning in pain, suddenly widened his eyes, which turned bloodshot. He panted like an ox, then turned to look at Little San, hoping Little San wouldn't go astray and be deceived by Tang Xiao.
"Little San, how have I treated you all these years? Can that not prove I am your biological father?"
These words made Little San, who had been hesitant, immediately decide to kill Tang Hao.
How dare you say that? You made me, a three-year-old who had just started running, cook. At four, I worked in the fields cutting grass, and at five, I started helping you forge iron.
If he hadn't known he was his son, he would have almost thought Tang San wasn't his biological child, but rather the child of Tang Hao's enemy.
But now it seemed, it was pretty much as he had thought, but how could he be Tang Xiao's son?
In Little San's eyes, Tang Xiao was now nothing but a running dog of Spirit Hall. How could he be worthy of being the father of him, the Tang God King?
But to satisfy Tang Xiao, Little San reluctantly nodded with tears in his eyes, choosing righteousness over family ties, and killing Tang Hao, his father from his previous Life.
However, on second thought, Little San suddenly stopped his movements and turned to look at Tang Xiao, who was watching the show. He asked with a questioning tone, "Tang Hao is going to die anyway, so why not let me absorb him to help me Break through to Spirit Douluo at level eighty?"
As soon as Little San spoke, he received a thumbs-up from Tang Xiao, who immediately said "Good" three times before nodding contentedly.
"Alright, it can be considered recycling and reusing Tang Hao, that Sect Waste. It's also a good deed that benefits the Sect."
After he finished speaking, Tang Hao looked at Little San with a sinister expression, his eyes seeming to ask if Little San was truly going to kill his beloved Dad for his own selfish desires?
"Little San."
A cry of "Little San" seemed to try and use his remaining strength to awaken Little San's father-son affection for him, but it was already useless.
Little San's eyes were filled with tears as he looked at Tang Hao, who was paralyzed on the ground. Tears streamed down his face, and his voice was choked up for some unknown reason.
First, he knelt beside Tang Hao in a feigned manner, kowtowed three times, and said with a grateful expression, "No matter whether you are my biological Dad or not, I, Tang San, will remember you. But between two Dads, I can only choose one. So, Dad Tang Hao, I can only ask you to die!"
Before killing Tang Hao, he had to go through a ritual to prove his original intention and his gratitude towards Tang Hao, and to portray his act of devouring Tang Hao with his Spirit as a last resort. After all, he was the pure and untainted Little San, how could he commit patricide?
This move was indeed effective. Tang Xiao saw Little San's deeply emotional and righteous demeanor and nodded with great satisfaction, feeling quite relieved.
Although Little San's personality had been somewhat corrupted by Tang Hao, he was essentially still like him—deeply emotional and righteous, a good child. With a little guidance in the future, he would still be their good child.
But now was clearly not the time for Little San to be sentimental. Tang Xiao straightened his expression, patted Little San's shoulder, and said, "Little San, you don't have to do this for Tang Hao. This is all his own doing. Give him a quick end."
After he finished speaking, Little San also nodded in agreement, looking at Tang Hao on the ground, a hint of greed flashing in his eyes.
On the ground, blood-colored dark Blue Silver Grass began to spread wildly, continuously devouring Tang Hao's Life force and flesh.
"Ah!"
The gradual collapse of his body made Tang Hao cry out in agony, but he could not escape Little San's control. Little San, this born evil, truly struck with a deadly hand.
At this moment, Little San felt his cultivation rising, and two lines of hot tears streamed from his eyes.
He didn't know if it was because his warm Dad had turned into even warmer Life force, making him excited, or if it was regret for what he had done.
"Dad, rest in peace. When I become a God, I will definitely resurrect you."
However, before Little San's words even faded, a black shadow suddenly and silently emerged from within Tang Hao's body, hiding itself within Tang Xiao's spiritual sea.
Afterward, Tang Hao could no longer hold on. His body was completely drained, becoming a dried corpse.
At this moment, Qian Xunfeng, hundreds of miles away, was watching Little San's patricidal plan through the Douluo consciousness, Xiao Lan.
He couldn't help but burst into laughter. Little San, that kid, was still setting up his persona as always. He truly was a rare evil being in a million years!
"But this cultivation is really too unstable. Can such cultivation still allow him to become a God King?"
Qian Xunfeng casually remarked, looking at Little San, who had already surged to level eighty but still couldn't defeat Xie Yue, a level sixty Spirit Emperor.
"How about we find some more fun?"
After all, he could create a false God Position, make Little San believe he had become a God, and then let Qian Renchuan have a "Chuan versus San" battle. That would be fun.
It would also make up for Qian Renchuan's regret of not fighting Little San in the Soul Master Competition.