Chapter 141 – Tang San: I Really Didn't Mean to Kill Him!
On the Great Spirit Arena's battle stage, Supervisor Ao and his staff were busy cleaning.
Yu Xiaogang stood by, staring silently at a jade basin filled with the remnants of poison.
His nephew had been poisoned to death—by Tang San.
Yu Xiaogang couldn't believe it.
No one knew Tang San's three abilities better than he did.
Yes, they were poisonous, but not lethally so. Against someone with thunder-attribute spirit power, which naturally restrained poison, it should have been impossible for Yu Tianheng to die that way.
Yet the evidence was right before him—the Human-Faced Demon Spider's venom unmistakable. Could it really have been his disciple?
In one of the rest lounges nearby, Xiao Wu was recovering on a sofa, her arm freshly set and supported by bandages, resting quietly against Tang San.
On another sofa lay Dai Mubai. Though pale and drained, the residual Phosphor Violet Poison in his body had already been neutralized by Dugu Yan. His wounds were stable.
Ning Rongrong and Zhu Zhuqing stood nearby, lost in silent reflection over the events of the battle.
Only Ma Hongjun and Oscar still looked amazed, eyes wide with excitement.
"Third Brother, you hid that deep!" Ma Hongjun laughed. "Haotian Douluo turned out to be your father! That arrogant Yu Luomian—one second he was ready to kill you, the next, soon as your old man appeared, he went soft!"
Tang San was still just as stunned. "I grew up with my father outside Notting City, in Saint Spirit Village. He was just a blacksmith. I never imagined he was the Haotian Douluo."
He shook his head helplessly.
"Unbelievable. No wonder he's a Titled Douluo—who else would raise their son like that?" Oscar joked, quickly jumping in to lighten the heavy mood. "Hey, Little San, if you'd known your old man was a Douluo, maybe you wouldn't have trained so hard!
Say, Ma Hongjun, maybe my father was a Titled Douluo too, huh?"
Ma Hongjun burst out laughing. "Then you must have a secret Titled Douluo brother hiding somewhere, Oscar. I've decided—Haotian Douluo is my idol from now on. I'll become a Titled Douluo too—go anywhere, and people will shake when they hear my name!"
"Hah! You?" Oscar snorted. "Keep dreaming. A title might suit your appetite better!"
"You forget," Ma Hongjun countered, "when that Wind Bell Bird soul master shot those wing blades at you and Rongrong, who was it that took the hit for you?"
"And you forget," Oscar shot back, "when that control-type's poison filled the whole field, who gave you the detox sausage that kept you standing?"
The two bickered playfully, laughter warming the room again.
Just then, the door creaked open.
Yu Xiaogang stood at the threshold.
"Xiao San," he said quietly, "come out for a moment."
Tang San exchanged a glance with Xiao Wu, then nodded and followed his teacher into the corridor.
"Teacher, I'm sorry," Tang San said at once, bowing his head. "I lost control of myself and used the Human-Faced Demon Spider's venom during the battle."
He spoke bluntly—the guilt in his eyes clear.
He already knew now that Yu Tianheng had been Yu Xiaogang's nephew. There was no reason to hide it, only to take responsibility.
Yet in his heart, he thought differently. If given another chance, he would still have done the same.
Anyone who dared to harm Xiao Wu—no matter who—he would make them pay.
It wasn't that he wanted to kill Yu Tianheng; it was just that Yu Tianheng had been too weak to withstand it.
Yu Xiaogang stared at him silently for a long time.
"Didn't I tell you before," he finally said, voice calm but heavy, "you have one great flaw—you let emotion rule you? Why couldn't you control yourself this time?"
Tang San raised his head, pleading. "Teacher… do you believe me?"
A soft light came into Yu Xiaogang's eyes as he reached out and ruffled Tang San's hair. "Of course I believe you."
Tang San's chest tightened.
Despite everything—despite his nephew's death—his teacher still regarded him with the same trust as before.
He couldn't hold back his emotion. "Xiao Wu was hurt. I lost all reason for a moment, just wanted to strike back.
But you always taught me—a control-type spirit master must command the battlefield, teammates, enemies, and their own heart.
I did use the Demon Spider's poison, but I controlled how much. Yu Tianheng's level was higher than mine, and his lightning protected him against toxins—I thought he'd endure it. I just wanted to teach him a lesson."
He clenched his fists. "I swear I didn't mean to kill him!"
His voice trembled with sincerity.
Yu Xiaogang hesitated, then sighed softly.
He knew Tang San wouldn't lie to him. And given the boy's precision and control, it was entirely possible.
Then why had Tianheng died?
With so many powerful experts watching—even the Haotian Douluo himself—it seemed impossible that anyone else could have interfered unseen.
Perhaps the truth was as simple as it seemed: Tianheng's energy had run dry; his body just couldn't resist the poison.
"I believe you, Xiao San," Yu Xiaogang said at last. "Perhaps Tianheng's soul power was spent. He simply couldn't resist it anymore."
He exhaled slowly. "Haotian Douluo has already left."
"He's gone?" Tang San looked up, startled.
He hadn't seen his father for six long years. The man was his only family left in this world.
They had reunited only briefly—his father had told him to tend to Xiao Wu's injuries, then vanished.
Tang San had so much to ask, so much to say… but his father was already gone.
"Haotian Douluo said you don't need to know everything yet," Yu Xiaogang explained. "Now you just need to become stronger.
When the time comes—when you're strong enough—you'll understand everything, and he'll come for you again."
It was a message Tang Hao had transmitted directly to Yu Xiaogang's mind, and Yu Xiaogang agreed.
The Spirit Hall was far too powerful an enemy. For now, Tang San needed clarity—strength first, burdens later.
Tang San's expression dimmed, but he nodded.
He understood, though it pained him.
He had never truly known fatherly love.
That aloof, broken man had only raised him, taught him forging—but that alone had carved the idea deep into Tang San's heart: no matter what, that man was his father.
Yu Xiaogang placed a hand on his shoulder. "Go on. Celebrate with your team.
You've earned this victory. You're now recognized as a Gold Spirit Team. Among your peers, you're the strongest.
Keep training this way, and one day, you'll stand among the continent's greatest."
Tang San bowed deeply. His teacher's faith was the only strength he needed right now.
(END CHAPTER)
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