Starting from the young master of Haotian Sect.

Chapter 8 We Are a Reputable and Upright Sect

Hearing that Tang Hao was going to take Tang San to the City of Slaughter, everyone present was dumbfounded.

They had all heard about what kind of hell the Killing City was. It was a paradise of decadence where all soul master skills could not be used and people could only survive by relying on instinct and their own strength. It was a lawless place without any rules.

Is it reasonable to bring a child in his early teens to such a place?

Bai He's face darkened, and he swung the wooden stick towards Tang Hao's head. A sharp bang stunned Tang Hao. Of course, Bai He couldn't hurt Tang Hao with his strength, not to mention he wasn't using any spirit power, but the sudden blow left Tang Hao stunned.

Tang Hao touched the spot where he was hit and said, "Uncle?"

Bai He snorted coldly and said, "Humph. If you want to die, I can't do anything about it. I won't let my grandson go to that damn place at such a young age. He should at least be 50, no, 60, level and have the ability to protect himself before he can go."

As Tang Hao's uncle, Bai He naturally knew that Tang San possessed twin martial spirits. He was just worried that a ten-year-old child would go to such a place. If he went astray and turned into a murderer, wouldn't that be the end of him?

The City of Slaughter is where the scum of the spirit world gathers, where all the wanted people gather together. How can a child go there!
Tang Hao would not blame his uncle, and said kindly: "Uncle, I am only taking him to the Slaughter City to awaken Xiao San's second martial soul. I will not let him stay in the Slaughter City for too long. Once he awakens his second martial soul, I will take him away immediately."

"Huh? Are you sure you can take Xiao San away from the Slaughter City?" Bai He was slightly surprised. As a Soul Douluo-level warrior, he naturally knew about the Slaughter City. This place was known as the Soul Master Prison, so one definitely could not get out freely and had to go through the Road of Hell to get out.

He originally thought that Tang Hao threw Tang San in to awaken his second martial soul and rely on his own strength to get out, but now it seems that this is not the case.

Tang Hao smiled and said, "Uncle, Xiao San is my son. How could I let him stay in a place like that for long? I know what the Slaughter City is like better than you do."

"But uncle, don't forget, I have the Killing God Domain. The rule that you can't use your martial spirit in the Killing City is invalid in the Killing God Domain."

Although Tang Hao said this with a smile, everyone present could hear a hint of threat in that smile.

Titan said, "No wonder you've been in seclusion these past few years, Master. Do you want to conquer the City of Slaughter?!"

Hearing Titan's words, the eyes of the four vassal families lit up. If the Killing City, which even the Spirit Hall didn't dare to control, was under their control, then they would be more powerful than the Spirit Hall!
Tang Hao smiled awkwardly, smoothed his messy hair, and said, "That damn place isn't too easy to mess with right now. It would be our best bet if we can pull Xiao San out after he goes in."

Tang Hao did not underestimate himself. After all, the City of Slaughter had existed for too long. In addition to the ninety-nine-level King of Slaughter, there were at least several Titled Douluo-level law enforcers in the City of Slaughter. Moreover, Tang Hao was not the only God of Slaughter. There were others before him who had walked the Road of Hell and obtained the Domain of the God of Slaughter.

These gods of killing have disappeared on the surface and may even be dead, but there is no guarantee that there will not be gods of killing who choose to stay in the City of Killing or even join the City of Killing.

Otherwise, Tang Hao alone would be able to forcibly take Tang San away without the help of the sect.

Everyone else looked regretful, but Tang San was the only one who understood the hidden meaning behind his father's words. He thought to himself, "[Now]? It seems like Father has thought about conquering the Slaughter City."

Just as Tang San was thinking about something, there was a knock on the door.

"Come in."

With a click, the door was pushed open and an old man in his seventies walked in holding an account book.

Feng Hong, the old manager, was a veteran employee of the Clear Sky Sect. Although he wasn't a Soul Master, he had worked at the Clear Sky Auction House since childhood. Now, he was not only the head manager of the auction house but also helped Tang San manage the auction house and the Soul Arena. When Feng Hong saw Tang Hao, he immediately knelt down and respectfully bowed, saying, "This humble servant greets Your Majesty the Clear Sky."

This is not really Feng Hong making a fuss. For Feng Hong, who is not even a soul master, the title of Douluo is like an emperor. Ordinary people cannot even call him Douluo directly, and need to add the word "Your Majesty".

Tang Hao nodded and said, "Feng Hong, although you are not a spirit master, you are also an old employee of my Haotian Sect. You don't need to be polite when you see me in the future."

"Thank you, Your Majesty."

Tang Hao and his companions were also very tactful. They didn't say much and sat aside drinking tea. Now that the auction house and the fighting arena were under the management of Tang San, even Tang Hao theoretically had no power to interfere.

After four years of management, Tang San gradually got the hang of it. He returned to the main seat and asked, "Manager Feng, is there anything I can do for you?"

Feng Hong hurriedly walked to the desk, placed several account books on the table, and whispered, "Third Young Master, these are the accounts for this month's auction and fighting arena, and this is the auction item catalog for the monthly auction in three days."

Tang San took over the account book of the auction items and took a look at the monthly turnover. Tang San had long since gone from being shocked to being numb. In Douluo Continent, one gold coin is equal to 10 silver soul coins = 100 bronze soul coins, and one gold soul coin can support the expenses of a poor family for several months.

The Haotian Fighting Soul Arena alone earns tens of thousands of gold coins every month. Even though a portion of this money needs to be handed over to the Haotian Sect as the sect's financial reserve, after four years, Tang San's assets have accumulated to a terrifying level.

"Shopkeeper Feng, can we negotiate for those special materials?" Tang San asked while looking at the auction items.

Feng Hong naturally knew what Tang San was asking. Some time ago, several soul masters brought some strange ores to him for auction. After Tang San found out, he immediately asked him to contact the people who sent the auctions, hoping to buy them directly.

Feng Hong said with some embarrassment: "Those soul masters asked for 50,000 gold coins. I don't think it would be that high even if they put it up for auction."

Tang San interrupted Feng Hong before he finished speaking, and without even raising his head, he ordered: "It doesn't matter, give them 50,000 gold coins."

Tang San took out a note, signed his name and wrote the amount on it, and handed it to Feng Hong. He said nonchalantly, "Go to Haotian Gold and get 50,000 gold coins. The ores are worth that price."

"Uncle, you should come with me just in case. Remember, the gold coins are not important. The most important thing is the ores. I will be very useful to them."

Bai He of the Min clan's eyes narrowed. Others might not understand it very well, but they, the Min clan, knew very well that the ten-year-old boy in front of them had been tinkering with something called hidden weapons. These hidden weapons were made of special metals and had considerable power.

"Xiao San, do you need it?" Bai He made a gesture of wiping his neck, with a fierce look in his eyes.

Their Min clan was famous for their speed and did scout and assassination work in the Haotian Sect.

Tang San smiled and shook his head, saying, "Uncle, our Haotian Sect is a famous and upright sect."

"What if they raise the price or go back on their word?"

"Then do it cleanly."

(End of this chapter)