Douluo: When the piano sounds, the hidden weapon returns to the factory

Feng Yao stroked his chin, lost in thought. The "Holy Flame" that Qian Renxue mentioned was clearly a special form of energy. The ability to erase a martial soul with pure energy—this power deeply rooted in his bloodline—reminded him of some of his ideas about "ultrasound" from a few years ago.

In his view, a martial soul is essentially an external manifestation of a soul master's genes. Erasing a martial soul is tantamount to precisely "removing" a specific gene segment. If that were the case, the precision required to control energy would reach an extremely terrifying level—it must be able to precisely act on the most minute cellular level of the human body, and even... silently induce organic lesions and cause death without the target being aware of it.

"This is the power of God..." Feng Yao sighed silently in his heart, a barely perceptible emotion flashing across his eyes.

"What's wrong?" Qian Renxue keenly noticed the subtle change in his expression and asked softly.

Feng Yao shook his head slightly, his tone tinged with a hint of regret: "It's nothing, it's just that I suddenly realized that the power wielded by the gods... is truly beyond imagination."

The atmosphere was somewhat somber after the battle. After a short rest, Ye Lingling used her healing soul skill to calm Feng Yao's blood and qi shock caused by the collision, while Ning Rongrong used the soul power amplification light of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda to accelerate everyone's recovery.

Feng Yao glanced at everyone and, seeing that they were all alright, stood up first and said in a deep voice, "We shouldn't stay here any longer. Making too much noise might attract other powerful soul beasts or cause unnecessary trouble. Let's continue on our way as planned."

Qian Renxue nodded in agreement, her golden eyes still filled with deep apprehension about Tang San's strange state, but she quickly composed herself and became resolute again: "Let's go. It seems that the trip to Seagod Island is more urgent and necessary than we thought."

Dugu Yan dusted off the corner of her clothes and pouted, "Honestly, I finally managed to get out of here, and all I've encountered are scary things." As she spoke, her eyes warily scanned the surrounding dense forest.

Ye Lingling silently put away her martial spirit and quietly stood beside Feng Yao.

Ning Rongrong glanced one last time in the direction Tang San had disappeared, a complex emotion flashing in her eyes, but she quickly took a deep breath and smiled again: "Okay! Let's go!"

The five regrouped and resumed their journey. The carriage had already disappeared in fright, so they used their movement skills to travel swiftly through the forest.

Feng Yao constantly projected his spiritual energy, vigilantly monitoring their surroundings. Despite the sudden changes and fierce battles, everyone's goal became even clearer. Poseidon Island was not only a training ground, but now it seemed to carry a certain hope for resolving future crises.

Five figures swept across the lush forest, leaving the land filled with blood and slaughter far behind, and sped off towards the direction of Hanhai City.

On the other side, Tang San's consciousness sank into an endless crimson abyss, violent, murderous, and insane thoughts crashing against his last vestiges of reason like a tidal wave. That cold, ancient will to kill attempted to assimilate him, turning him into a puppet who knew only slaughter.

“Be angry…be resentful…kill…this is your destiny…” The seductive and oppressive whispers echoed deep within his soul.

"No... I'm not..." Tang San's soul cried out in anguish. Xiao Wu, like the only light in the darkness, steadfastly guarded the last glimmer of clarity in his heart. "I am not your puppet!"

"Stubborn ant..." Hypnos's divine sense seemed somewhat surprised by his tenacious resistance. His icy will receded slightly, transforming into a blurry phantom composed of killing runes, hovering before Tang San's consciousness. "You resist this supreme power? You resist this power that allows you to take revenge, to trample all rules?"

Tang San's consciousness fluctuated violently, struggling to coalesce into a physical form as he confronted the illusory figure of slaughter: "Power... I want it! But it must be under my control! Not turned into a monster that only knows how to kill! That's not revenge, that's destruction!"

"Dominator?" Hypnos's phantom mocked silently. "With your current fragile mind? If it weren't for a wisp of my divine will protecting you, you would have already been purified by the divine power of that angel and the sea god, and your martial spirit would have been completely destroyed!"

Tang San remained silent for a moment, recalling the holy golden light and purifying power he had just witnessed, as well as Feng Yao's incredibly powerful sonic attack. A chill ran through him. He knew that what the evil god said was true.

“Then tell me,” Tang San’s consciousness raised its head, its eyes burning with an indomitable flame, “how to truly control it! Instead of being controlled by it!”

Hypnos's phantom swayed slightly, seemingly showing a hint of "interest" in Tang San's struggle: "An interesting soul... Very well, I will give you a chance. Prove that you are qualified to bear slaughter, rather than be devoured by it."

"Remember, killing is a law, an art, not a mad slaughter. Find your 'anchor,' solidify your domain. Only when you truly understand the essence of 'killing' will you be qualified... to glimpse the edge of this god's position."

As soon as he finished speaking, the dark red phantom of slaughter slowly merged into Tang San's spiritual sea. He no longer tried to control it by force, but instead transformed into a cold, dormant source of power deep within his soul. The frenzied killing intent also receded like the tide.

Tang San suddenly opened his eyes and found himself in a hidden cave. He was still surrounded by a faint smell of blood and a cold killing intent, but his eyes had regained their clarity. However, in that clarity, there was a touch of coldness and profundity after experiencing madness.

He slowly clenched his fists, feeling the immense yet no longer out-of-control power within his body, and the dark blood-red soul ring on the Haotian Hammer.

“Hyperus…the god of slaughter…” he murmured softly, his eyes filled with complex emotions. He knew that he had established a connection with an extremely terrifying being, and the consequences were unpredictable.

But soon, his eyes hardened.

“Tian Dou City…” He stood up, his gaze seemingly piercing through the mountain wall, looking towards the direction of the empire. “I must go back.”

The appearance of Feng Yao and others, especially Qian Renxue's power that restrained his killing intent, made him feel a strong threat. The power of the Spirit Hall far exceeded his imagination; one-on-one battles, or even small-scale confrontations like before, were no longer enough.

"Power... I need greater power, and I need... power that belongs to me!"

"Spirit Hall... Bibi Dong... Feng Yao..." Tang San's eyes flashed with deep-seated hatred and icy killing intent, but this time, the killing intent did not spiral out of control. Instead, it transformed into an extremely calm plan. "It's time. It's time to go back, stabilize my cultivation, and then... raise a banner that can truly resist the Spirit Hall!"

He straightened his tattered clothes, suppressed the overwhelming killing intent emanating from him, and with a flash, he emerged from the cave like a ghost, speeding towards Tian Dou City. His goal had never been clearer—to accumulate strength for the coming time.

The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School, the school master's study.

Ning Fengzhi frowned as he looked at the secret letter, urgently delivered through special channels. The letter, relayed by Feng Yao via the Spirit Hall's internal network, was brief yet earth-shattering: "Tang San has appeared in Xingdou, in a strange state, possessing what appears to be the power of an evil god. He is extremely bloodthirsty, his combat strength comparable to a Title Douluo, and his temperament has drastically changed. It's difficult to distinguish friend from foe. Be extremely vigilant. —Feng Yao" "The power of an evil god? A drastic change in temperament?" Ning Fengzhi's gentle face was filled with shock and disbelief. He immediately thought of his daughter, Ning Rongrong; thankfully, she was with Feng Yao and the others.

"Uncle Gu, Uncle Jian!" he called out in a deep voice.

Bone Douluo and Sword Douluo appeared in the study almost instantly.

"Fengzhi, what's the matter that you're in such a hurry?" Gu Rong asked, looking at Ning Fengzhi's unpleasant expression.

Ning Fengzhi handed them the secret letter. The two quickly read it, their expressions turning serious.

"That kid... he actually turned out like this?" Gu Rong clicked his tongue, recalling Tang San's previous appearance, and found it hard to connect it with the description in the letter.

Chen Xin's gaze was sharp as a sword: "Suspected power of an evil god? It can give him the power to contend with that brat Feng Yao in a short time... It seems to be no ordinary person."

Ning Fengzhi took a deep breath: "Immediately issue the order: the entire sect must strengthen its defenses. All disciples outside, especially those in the Star Dou Great Forest, must avoid any contact with Tang San. At the same time, Uncle Gu, closely monitor all of Tang Sect's actions."

His fingers tapped unconsciously on the table, his eyes filled with thought. Tang San's sudden change undoubtedly added a great deal of uncertainty to the already stable situation in the Heaven Dou Battle.

Pope's Palace.

Bibi Dong sat high on the papal throne, a secret report also held between her fingers. It was a message from the Spirit Hall below, and its content was almost identical to what Ning Fengzhi had received, but with more details, including the process of Qian Renxue, Feng Yao and others clashing with Tang San and defeating him.

A hint of cold interest and a barely perceptible seriousness flashed in her eerie purple eyes.

"As expected, an unknown deity... a new god of death..." She repeated the two words in a low voice, a meaningful smile curving her lips. "The Haotian Sect really does always manage to bring me some... surprises."

Her original plan was to recruit or control Tang San as much as possible, since Tang San was also that person's disciple, but now it seems that this variable has exceeded her control.

“Ghostly, Moon Pass,” she said calmly.

Two ghostly figures appeared silently in the center of the hall, bowing respectfully: "Your Holiness the Pope."

"You all know about Tang San, right?" Bibi Dong's voice was unreadable. "Have the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School closely monitor the Tang Clan and try to curb their development from the shadows to maintain the current balance of power in the Heaven Dou Empire. Strengthen the transmission of information; I need to know his every move, even every change in his strength."

"Yes!" Gui and Ju, the two Douluo, responded in unison, their figures disappearing back into the shadows to carry out the Pope's latest orders.

Bibi Dong sat alone on the throne, her fingertips lightly tapping the armrest, her gaze fixed intently on the outside of the palace.

After several days of continuous travel, as the air began to fill with that unique scent of the sea, a mixture of saltiness and moisture, a magnificent coastal city finally appeared on the horizon.

The towering city walls seemed to merge with the azure sea and sky. The city gates were bustling with traffic, and the clothing of the pedestrians was quite different from that of the inland areas, exuding a more elegant and carefree air. The atmosphere was lively and vibrant. This was the largest port city of the Heavenly Dou Empire—Hanhai City.

"Wow! Is this the sea? It's so magnificent!" Ning Rongrong was the first to exclaim in surprise. She pressed her face against the car window, her crystal-clear eyes wide as she gazed at the boundless blue sea and the huge sailboats lining the harbor. Her little face was filled with excitement and curiosity. Even though she came from the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School, she rarely had the opportunity to come to such a remote seaside.

Dugu Yan was also attracted by the scene before her, and took a deep breath of the salty air: "I feel much more open and spacious! It's much more comfortable than places like Tiandou City!"

Although Ye Lingling did not speak, a hint of curiosity flashed in her cool eyes as she quietly observed this unique city.

Seeing everyone's excited expressions, Feng Yao couldn't help but smile. The fatigue from the past few days' journey seemed to be somewhat relieved by the sea breeze.

“Now that we’re here, there’s no need to rush.” Feng Yao gestured for the carriage to slow down and slowly enter the city with the flow of people. “We’ll rest here in Hanhai City for a while and let everyone experience the charm of this seaside city.”

As the carriage entered the city, a bustling and lively atmosphere greeted the eye. Shops lined both sides of the street, selling a variety of exquisite seashell handicrafts, pearl jewelry, and various dried seafood products rarely found inland. There were even some soul tool shops that specialized in selling soul tools related to the ocean.

Feng Yao then led everyone off the carriage and walked around to feel the pulse of the city.

They strolled along the busiest seaside promenade, listening to the sound of waves crashing on the shore mingling with the enthusiastic shouts of vendors; watching shirtless workers on the docks shouting as they loaded and unloaded goods, and fishermen with tanned skin dragging their nets back, the silvery fish leaping and jumping in the nets; they even saw some strange marine creatures being displayed or sold in specially made cages.

Qian Renxue still wore a veil, but her golden eyes had lost some of their usual coldness as she observed this city, so different from Wuhun City and Tiandou City, with great interest. She paid particular attention to information related to sea spirit masters and ships.

Feng Yao bought each person a skewer of snacks made from fresh sea fish, grilled and sprinkled with unique spices. He also picked out a pearl hair clip with a lustrous pink sheen for Ning Rongrong, making the little princess beam with delight.

As the sun set, they found a seaside tavern and sat down to enjoy a local seafood feast. They watched the sunset paint the sea a magnificent golden hue, and the silhouettes of returning ships seemed to be painted on a golden canvas.

A gentle sea breeze carried the scent of distant lands. The fatigue of the past few days seemed to be swept away by the salty wind, and everyone's spirits lifted considerably. They knew that after enjoying this brief tranquility, they would soon face an even more unknown and dangerous voyage. (End of Chapter)