Douluo Continent: Kunxu Descends, Second-Player Players Are Stunned

Chapter 63 Tang Hao Awakens His Memories

"You are a traitor! You are a traitor!"

Tang Zhen's eyes were bloodshot, and he was panting heavily.

The news of the establishment of the Tsunami Sect spread like wildfire, carried by several Title Douluos who had come up empty-handed. Naturally, the members of the Clear Sky Sect also received this news.

As a shrewd and calculating sect leader, Tang Zhen understood the significance of the Tsunami Sect better than anyone else.

The most obvious point is that everyone is speculating that Tang Xiao has been abandoned by the Haotian Sect, which is a huge blow to the Haotian Sect's image and could directly affect the sect's recruitment of new members!

The Tsunami Sect has encroached on the original site of the Haotian Sect. According to the regulations of the God of Wealth Temple, the Haotian Sect has the right to use the land. The Tsunami Sect has trespassed and illegally occupied the site. The Haotian Sect can take legal action to protect its rights.

But would the Haotian Sect dare to defend its rights?

The current leader of the Tsunami Sect is Tang Xiao!

If Haotian Sect chooses to play dead, Tang Zhen can come out and play the victim after the storm has passed, claiming that he did not abandon the child and that everything was a misunderstanding.

But if the Haotian Sect chooses to defend its rights, all the debts will be placed on Tang Xiao! The Haotian Sect's decision to abandon Tang Xiao will then be undeniable!

How could a sect that can abandon even its own flesh and blood possibly treat its collateral branches with sincerity?

Although the major sects on the mainland are closely connected, who wouldn't want to replace the Spirit Hall as the leader?

The Haotian Sect's image has been damaged, and other sects are now able to steal its student resources.

The Sea Tsunami Sect is like a nail, forever nailing the Clear Sky Sect to the pillar of shame!

But the Haotian Sect can't touch it!

Tang Zhen didn't believe his boss couldn't see through it, but faced with the behemoth that was Seagod Island, even with all his schemes, he was powerless to resist.

"Where is Father? Has the loan he applied for from the Temple of Wealth arrived? If our Clear Sky Sect is willing to offer a subsidy of 10 billion, there will definitely be bold Soul Masters willing to join us!"

Tang Zhen roared at his subordinates in a fit of rage, as if as long as his voice was loud enough, he could secure his newly acquired position as sect leader.

"The old sect leader offended the God of Wealth and couldn't get a loan, so he went to pursue a divine position long ago!" Tang Xun said the truth in a trembling voice.

If Tang Xun hadn't been taken to the God of Wealth Hall by the old sect leader to sign the debt transfer agreement on behalf of the Haotian Sect, he would have had no idea that the old sect leader had caused so much trouble on Seagod Island.

Tang Zhen's expression changed drastically. He never expected that his father's talk of borrowing money from the God of Wealth shop was actually a pretext!

"How much does Father owe?"

"Five hundred million."

"That's alright!" Tang Zhen breathed a sigh of relief. If the various branches could pool their resources, with the Haotian Sect's resources, paying off the debt wouldn't be too difficult.

It's about recruiting new members —

Forget it, as long as the orc breeding program can be successfully completed, none of this will be a problem!

Perhaps the successive blows had completely demoralized Tang Zhen. He waved his hand dejectedly, signaling Tang Hao to come forward.

"The foundation of the Haotian Sect will ultimately be passed down to you. I know your elder brother harbors resentment towards me, but no matter what, he is still my child. I hope you can persuade him! The Haotian Sect has suffered heavy losses; he should help us!"

As a beneficiary of the system, Tang Hao naturally didn't consider why his father didn't apologize to his elder brother in person since he had made a mistake.

To be more precise, in his view, even if the father is wrong, the son should not hold a grudge against the father, and the father does not need to apologize to the son!

"Father, don't worry. Once the Title Douluo from Seagod Island leaves the Tsunami Sect, I will definitely go and persuade my brother!"

Tang Hao may be a bit simple-minded, but he's not stupid.

The Haotian Sect suffered heavy losses, with one or two of its affiliated families killed or wounded. Originally, it had more than three thousand disciples, but now it has fewer than a thousand. If the members of the three major affiliated families are excluded, the Haotian Sect has fewer than three hundred remaining members.

Going to see my brother at this critical juncture would be tantamount to slapping Poseidon Island in the face.

If you provoke them, those titled Douluos will charge forward without hesitation.

Hold on!

We must hold the line!

Upon hearing his second son's words, Tang Zhen composed himself and said "good" three times.

In any case, most of the disciples of the Tsunami Sect currently come from the Haotian Sect.

There is a contractual obligation that if they do not return, the Haotian Sect can pursue them for breach of contract.

But now, everyone with eyes can see that those Soul Masters left to fight on Haotianping were abandoned by the Haotian Sect. First they were discarded, then they were forced to choose between betraying the sect and death—

Get ready to get flamed!

Therefore, this matter cannot be done openly and honestly; it must be done secretly!

For example, let Hao'er test the waters.

Even if the Tsunami Sect denies the debt and wants the world to uphold justice, the Haotian Sect can attribute the matter to "a joke between brothers that Tang Xiao took seriously," and then promise to transfer the ownership of these people to the Tsunami Sect, but the Tsunami Sect will be responsible for these people's debts.

Regardless of the outcome of the test, the Clear Sky Sect can still profit from it by earning a sum of Gold Soul Coins!

Three months later.

The fleet of Poseidon Island had long since disappeared into the eastern horizon, but the flag of the Tsunami Sect remained firmly planted on the original site of the Haotian Sect.

When Poseidon Island was evacuated, it did not cause extensive damage to the buildings; it only took away all the resources it could carry.

The Haotian Palace is still there, the Haotian Plain is still there, and the nine hundred and ninety-nine stone steps are still there.

Only the golden plaque bearing the inscription "Haotian Sect" that once hung above the main hall has been replaced with the three large characters "Haixiao Sect," with a small trident of the sea god engraved at the bottom.

Tang Xiao stood on the stone steps in front of Haotian Hall, looking at the disciples inside who were taking stock of the battle casualties.

He's barely slept these days. Post-war reconstruction, compensation for the wounded and injured, calming the public, and handling all the statistics—everything weighs heavily on his shoulders.

But strangely, he didn't feel tired.

Perhaps it's because he no longer has to live in anyone's shadow.

"Sect Master," a disciple stepped forward quickly, his expression somewhat strange, "someone requests an audience."

"Who?"

"It is—it is Young Sect Master Tang Hao, and Clan Chief Baihe."

Upon hearing this, Tang Xiao's brow twitched almost imperceptibly.

Three months have passed. Father finally sent someone. It was Hao Di again.

He paused for a moment, then said, "Let them in! Only the two of them."

The disciple accepted the order and departed.

Tang Xiao turned and walked back into the hall, sitting down in the seat that originally belonged to the sect master of Haotian Sect.

The seat remained unchanged.

The only thing that has changed is the person sitting on it.

Bai Ling knew about Tang Hao's impending arrival before anyone else.

Since being released by the Sea Maiden Douluo three months ago, she has been living in the Tsunami Sect, and the bond between mother and son is far stronger than before.

But at that moment, upon hearing that her youngest son was coming, Bai Ling almost instinctively rushed out of the courtyard and ran towards the mountain gate.

She saw Tang Hao.

The sixteen-year-old boy was already much taller than his peers, with broad shoulders, a thick back, thick eyebrows, and big eyes. He walked at the front with a powerful stride. Behind him followed Bai He, who looked around at everything that was both familiar and unfamiliar with a complex expression.

"Hao'er!" Bai Ling couldn't help but call out.

Tang Hao looked up, saw his mother, a smile appeared on his face, and he quickly went to greet her: "Mother!"

Bai Ling grasped his hand, looked him up and down, her eyes reddening: "You've lost weight, and you've grown taller. Have you suffered these past few months?"

"No, no, I'm perfectly fine." Tang Hao grinned, revealing a set of white teeth. "But why is Mother still here? Father said—"

Bai Ling's smile froze slightly. She released her grip and took a half-step back: "What did your father say?"

"Father said—" Tang Hao scratched his head, noticing that his mother's expression was off, but he really couldn't understand what she was angry about, so he simply said it out loud, "He said you're still angry, and you'll naturally go back once you calm down. Father said that if you're still angry, you can go back to your uncle's house first. No matter how familiar you are with the Tsunami Sect, it's someone else's house now."

Come back home.

Upon hearing those two words, Bai Ling felt as if something had struck her heart hard.

She opened her mouth, wanting to say something, but found that her throat felt blocked.

"Brother Hao, you've arrived." Tang Xiao appeared at the entrance of the hall, dressed in a black robe with a jade belt around his waist that signified his status as the sect leader.

Tang Hao stared at his elder brother, momentarily stunned.

In his memory, his elder brother was always the one who rushed to the front, the one who carried him on his shoulders and taught him to watch the martial arts performance at Haotianping, and the one who smiled and said, "Brother Hao will definitely be stronger than me in the future."

But the person standing in front of him now felt like a stranger.

"Big brother!" Tang Hao called out, striding forward, "I'm so glad to see you!"

He opened his arms, imagining giving his older brother a tight hug, just like when he was a child.

Tang Xiao neither dodged nor responded.

He simply stood quietly, letting Tang Hao hug him for a moment, then stepped back half a step.

"Let's go inside and talk." Tang Xiao turned and walked into the hall.

Tang Hao slowly lowered his hand. He looked at his mother, then at Bai He, and his smile faltered.

Baihe patted his shoulder and whispered, "Go in! Your older brother has had a tough time."

The group went inside.

Inside the hall, the aroma of tea wafted through the air.

Tang Hao sat in the guest seat, holding a teacup, but didn't drink a drop. He secretly glanced at his elder brother and found that his brother was much more silent than he remembered, with something in his eyes that he couldn't understand.

"Big brother," Tang Hao cleared his throat, deciding to get straight to the point, "Father asked me to come and see you. He said that no matter what, you are his son, and he has never given up on you."

Tang Xiao paused for a moment while holding the teacup.

"Really?" he asked casually. "Then why didn't he come himself?"

Tang Hao was momentarily speechless, then said, "Father is the sect leader, and he's very busy; he can't get away—"

"I can't leave." Tang Xiao repeated these three words, as if savoring something. "Indeed, it's been three months, and I still can't leave. The Haotian Sect is only a few hundred miles away from here."

The tone was sarcastic and unpleasant.

"Big brother!" Tang Hao was furious. In terms of blind filial piety, he was no less than Tang San. "What do you mean? Father truly misses you! He sent me to persuade you to go back. As long as you go back, everything that happened before will be forgiven, and you'll still be—"

"Or what?" Tang Xiao interrupted him, raising his eyelids. "Or his good son? Or that cannon fodder who risked his life for him on Haotianping and was then abandoned by him?"

"He didn't abandon you! He really had no other choice at that time! The titled Douluo from Seagod Island were eyeing him covetously from the outside, and he had to stay in the sect and couldn't make any rash moves."

"Then he could have sent someone else!" Tang Xiao's voice suddenly rose. "Yes! Even if he couldn't come in person, he could have sent elders, he could have asked for reinforcements! But did he send anyone? Did he ask for reinforcements? No! He didn't send a single person! He watched me fight on Haotianping, watched my disciples fall one by one, and then what did he do? He hid in the sect, waiting for the people from Seagod Island to kill us all so he could escape with the remaining elites!"

Tang Hao jumped to his feet: "You're talking nonsense! Father isn't that kind of person!"

"Then tell me, what kind of person is he? Tell me!" Tang Xiao stood up, looking directly into his brother's eyes. "For three months, I've asked myself this question every day. I ask myself, did Father ever think about saving me? Did he ever think about those disciples who risked their lives for him?"

"If he truly cared about me, then on that day, it wouldn't have been me fighting, but rather one of the other elders' children!"

"Why doesn't he do that? Because it's not worth it!"

Tang Hao was stunned.

He turned to Bai Ling: "Mother, please talk to my brother! He's gone mad!"

Bai Ling didn't answer, but simply turned her head away, tears silently streaming down her face.

She hadn't even realized that Xiao'er had seen through everything so clearly.

How much pain he must be suffering inside!

"uncle!"

Bai He ignored Tang Hao and silently walked to Tang Xiao's side, hugging him.

Only those who have experienced it can understand the feeling of being abandoned.

Seeing everyone's reaction, Tang Hao's mind went blank, as if he had been punched. He opened his mouth, wanting to defend his father, but found that he had no idea how to defend him.

"Big brother, no matter what, he is our father—"

"I know he is my father." Tang Xiao slowly raised his head and looked Tang Hao in the eye. "But it is precisely because he is my father that I cannot forgive him."

Why?

"Because if he were just an enemy, I could hate him, I could kill him, I could forget him. But he was my father. He was the one who taught me to walk, to read, to use a hammer. He was the person I trusted most, and he destroyed that trust with his own hands!"

Tang Hao didn't know what to say.

"Brother Hao, go back. Tell Father I won't go back." Tang Xiao took a deep breath and emphasized each word clearly, "This is the sect that truly belongs to me."

"And what about these disciples?" Tang Hao pointed outside the hall. "They were originally members of the Clear Sky Sect! You made them betray the sect, you made them—"

"I let them live," Tang Xiao calmly interrupted him. "I didn't force them to stay. Those who want to return to the Haotian Sect, I won't stop them. But do you know how many people want to leave?"

Tang Hao opened his mouth, but didn't say anything.

"One hundred and seventy-two people." Tang Xiao took out a booklet and said coldly, "After the great battle, nearly a thousand Haotian Sect disciples survived. Only a few chose to leave, while the remaining nearly eight hundred chose to join the Haixiao Sect. Do you know why?"

Tang Hao shook his head.

"Because they watched their fellow disciples die beside them! Faced with the interests of the main lineage, what they received was not rescue, but abandonment."

Tang Xiao said slowly and deliberately, "They did not betray the Haotian Sect."

"They are heroes of the Clear Sky Sect!"

"It was the Haotian Sect that betrayed them first."

Tang Hao's face turned ugly. He wanted to refute, but couldn't find a reason to do so.

"Big brother, you've gone mad!"

"Obsessed?" Tang Xiao looked at him, his eyes holding something Tang Hao couldn't understand. "Brother Hao, I have a question for you."

"Go ahead and ask."

"If it had been you, not your elder brother, on Haotianping that day, would Father have come to save us?"

Tang Hao was stunned.

Tang Xiao didn't wait for his reply, but simply picked up his teacup and slowly took a sip.

That silence was more cruel than any answer.

After a long pause, Tang Xiao's lips curled into a mocking smile: "Brother Hao, you clearly know everything, so why are you pretending to be ignorant?"

Tang Hao retorted, "I am the young sect leader of the Haotian Sect. My father saved me because the dignity of the Haotian Sect cannot be trampled upon!"

Tang Xiao slammed his fist on the table, his roar hysterical.

Therefore, blood ties are irrelevant! Kinship can be discarded at will!

This roar reminded Bai He of the day he knelt outside the main hall, begging Tang Zhen to send troops to aid the Min clan, and the look in Tang Zhen's eyes when he did so.

There was no trace of kinship in those eyes, only a cold, calculating look.

It's like weighing the value of a piece of goods.

The Min clan has followed the Haotian Sect for generations, and this is what they have earned in return.

enough.

He thought to himself, "That's enough!"

"Xiao'er," the white crane suddenly spoke.

Tang Xiao looked at him: "Uncle?"

"Are you still hiring here?" Bai He's voice was hoarse. "I mean, the Bai family."

Tang Xiao was stunned for a moment, then stood up, his face beaming with joy: "Uncle, you—"

"Why did the Min clan follow the Haotian Sect for three generations?" Bai He smiled bitterly. "So that one day we could have someone to rely on. But that day, I knelt outside the Haotian Sect's main hall, begging for so long, and what did I get in return?"

Bai Ling suddenly looked up at Bai He, her eyes filled with shock: "Brother, you—"

The Min clan voluntarily withdrew from the Haotian Sect, and according to the contract, the Bai family needs to be punished.

The one being punished is the eldest brother!

"Ling'er, you don't need to persuade me." Bai He waved his hand and looked at Tang Xiao. "Xiao'er, your uncle doesn't have any other skills, but he's fast. If you need someone to run errands here, your uncle will stay. I'll also bring the remaining old and weak members of the Min clan. They can't do heavy work, but they can do things like guarding the gate, keeping watch, and delivering messages."

Bai Ling pressed further: "Disciples of the Bai family—"

"The Haotian Sect and the Bai family have a connection spanning hundreds of years; consider this an apology gift!"

Tang Xiao remained silent for a moment, then solemnly bowed to Bai He: "It is an honor for the Tsunami Sect that Uncle is willing to come. I will accept you and the entire Min clan. From now on, as long as I, Tang Xiao, have a bite to eat, I will never let Uncle's family go hungry."

Bai He's eyes were slightly red, and she patted his shoulder.

"Good boy! Good boy!"

Tang Hao stood to the side, completely dumbfounded.

He looked at his older brother, then at his uncle, then at his mother, his mind a complete mess.

"Uncle, what are you doing—"

Bai He turned her head and looked at him, her eyes filled with pity and helplessness: "Hao'er, you are still young, you don't understand."

"I'm not a kid anymore! I'm sixteen!"

"Then your uncle will tell you that your father is not just your father. He is also the sect leader of the Haotian Sect."

"The position of sect leader is easy to attain, but difficult to maintain. Once you've secured it, you must learn to make choices. Your father learned that. What he sacrificed was your eldest brother, the Min clan, and those disciples who risked their lives for him on Haotianping!"

He paused, looked into Tang Hao's eyes, and his tone gradually became serious: "One day in the future, if it is necessary to give you up, he will do so."

Tang Hao's face turned deathly pale instantly.

"Brother!" Bai Ling exclaimed urgently, "Why are you telling the child these things!"

"He should know by now." Bai He shook his head and sighed, "Sixteen, he's not young anymore. He's always living in the dreams others have woven for him; he'll stumble sooner or later."

Tang Hao stood there, his body trembling slightly.

He wanted to argue back, to defend his father, and to shout, "Father wouldn't do that!"

But the words wouldn't come out. It seemed that deep down, a mysterious voice kept telling him, "Bai He is telling the truth, Tang Zhen is that kind of person."

Tang Hao suddenly looked at his mother: "Mother, will you come back with me?"

Bai Ling looked at her youngest son with a complicated expression.

Must things come to this between a mother and child?

Is Tang Zhen trying to use Hao'er's emotional appeal to control Xiao'er?

Did Tang Hao know about this?

As a mother, Bai Ling was unwilling to speculate about her child with the most sordid thoughts.

She stepped forward and reached out to stroke his face, just like when they were children.

"Hao'er, Mother is not going back."

"Why?!" Tang Hao's eyes were bloodshot, and he was panting heavily. "Because that place isn't Mother's home."

Bai Ling said softly, "Since your father says I am ignorant and unworthy to be the sect leader's wife, then I will not be one."

Tang Hao's tears welled up instantly.

"mother----"

"Don't cry." Bai Ling wiped away his tears, seemingly unable to bear seeing Tang Hao in pain. "You're a good boy, kinder than your father, that's enough. In the future, you must marry a good wife and live a good life, don't be like your father."

She paused, then gently hugged him.

"Go back. Go back and tell your father that from now on, he will be his sect leader, and I will live my life—we'll be even!"

Tang Hao was pushed away by his mother and staggered back two steps. He looked at his mother, then at his uncle, then at his elder brother, and then at the unfamiliar faces outside the hall. Suddenly, he felt dizzy.

"You, you all—" Tang Hao's lips trembled, unable to utter a complete sentence.

"Brother Hao," Tang Xiao said calmly, as if there was something between them, "Go back! Next time you come, remember to give us a heads-up. After all—we're two sects now."

Two sects.

They are brothers, but belong to two different sects.

Tang Hao felt a buzzing in his head, his vision went black, and he fell straight backward.

"Hao'er!"

Bai Ling exclaimed and rushed over to support him.

Tang Hao collapsed into his mother's arms, his face deathly pale, his teeth clenched. Whether from anger or grief, he fainted.

Bai Ling hugged the little table, tears streaming down her face. She looked up at her eldest son, her eyes filled with pleading: "Xiao'er—"

Tang Xiao stood there, looking at his younger brother who had fainted in his mother's arms, and remained silent for a long time.

Then he stepped forward, squatted down, and reached out to check Tang Hao's breath.

"It's nothing, he just fainted." He stood up and instructed the disciple at the door, "Make a guest room for him to rest for the night. Tomorrow—send him back tomorrow."

Perhaps having overheard the comments from the outside world, Tang Hao's fingers twitched slightly.

Tang Hao did not fall into a coma because of his elder brother's heartlessness, but because a vast amount of memories invaded his mind.

He has awakened his memories of his past life!

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