Chapter 465: The True Tang Sect, Part 1
Since the Ironblood Sect annihilated the Tang Sect, Tang Ya had poured all her efforts into mastering the ancient Tang Sect techniques, clinging to the hope that one day they might bring her the power to exact her revenge. But Tang Ya never knew that not only were the techniques she'd inherited incomplete, but even the famed Tang Sect hidden weapons and secret skills were severely watered down.
Techniques like the Buddha Fury Tang Lotus, the Pear Blossom Rain Needles, and the Peacock Feather three legendary hidden weapons capable of killing a Titled Douluo had all been lost. If even one of them had survived, no matter how demanding they were compared to soul tools, the Tang Sect wouldn't have fallen. Absolute physical power could've sustained the Tang Sect's legacy through any challenge.
But there was no "if." The downfall of the Tang Sect could largely be traced to an overly zealous veneration of Tang San. The sect chose only to accept soul masters with Blue Silver Grass a famously weak martial soul and strictly adhered to the techniques Tang San had passed down, even though they were incomplete. Over the centuries, it didn't matter how many prodigies the Tang Sect produced; with such flawed teachings, how could any truly shine?
Unaware of these truths, Tang Ya continued to practice her hidden weapon techniques fervently, even knowing that most of them were powerless against a Soul Saint. It didn't matter to her; she was simply a destitute orphan, surviving in Shrek Academy on scraps of her former status as a Tang Sect descendant. Like the Blue Silver Grass itself, Tang Ya remained resilient, practicing tirelessly despite her hardships. But despite her dedication, she ultimately left the only home she had Shrek Academy and the sect she held so dear.
It all started three days ago.
That day, Tang Ya was once again engrossed in crafting a hidden weapon using the Tang Sect techniques. She had even given up on some of the more advanced hidden weapon techniques, as they demanded higher soul power levels. Tang Ya understood that with her limitations, she'd never reach the rank of Titled Douluo and thus couldn't attempt techniques like the infamous Goddess of Mercy Tear.
Suddenly, a clear voice called from outside, interrupting her concentration.
"Miss Tang Ya, are you there?"
Tang Ya's hand trembled, causing her nearly finished hidden weapon to scatter across her workspace into a pile of broken parts. She sighed but didn't complain she knew that lapse had come from her own lack of focus. Besides, she couldn't bring herself to be angry; after all, the voice belonged to a young prodigy she had personally brought into the Tang Sect.
"Coming!" she replied, setting down her tools and heading to the door. When she opened it, she was taken aback to see not just Tang Wulin but also someone else she hadn't expected.
"Bei Bei? You're here too?"
As her boyfriend and student, Bei Bei rarely visited alongside Tang Wulin, making this a rare occurrence. Besides the two, a stoic, muscular middle aged man stood behind them, silently exuding an imposing aura that Tang Ya recognized as belonging to a high level soul master. However, she was still oblivious to the gravity of the situation.
The trio entered her small courtyard, a tense silence falling over them. Bei Bei seemed almost too embarrassed to meet her eyes, shifting uncomfortably as he looked anywhere but at her. Sensing something off, Tang Ya broke the silence with a playful but direct question.
"So, what's going on with you two today?" She smiled, though her cheerful tone didn't ease their unease. Tang Wulin looked away in discomfort, while the older man cut straight to the point.
"You can't afford to be so timid, Wulin," he chided. "If you're a man, you should speak up." Then he turned to Tang Ya. "Hand over the Tang Sect's token of leadership, girl. From this day forward, you are no longer the head of the Tang Sect."
Tang Ya's face darkened instantly. She stared at the three, her former warmth replaced with suspicion and anger.
"Bei Bei, Tang Wulin what is the meaning of this?"
Gone was her usual kindness; for the first time, she addressed them by their full names, her tone cold. In that moment, she still couldn't fully process the betrayal, though disbelief and horror weighed on her. One was her lover, the other a young boy who'd looked up to her as a sister. Why would they take away the one thing she treasured most?
Tang Wulin paled, hastily grabbing the man's arm and begging, "Uncle Er Ming, please, that's too harsh. Let me explain."
The burly man softened, his expression fond as he ruffled Tang Wulin's hair. "You're old enough now, Wulin. If you want to do it, go ahead."
The man was none other than Er Ming, the Titan Giant Ape, resurrected by Tang San with god like strength. He had come to Shrek City on Tang San's orders, for even Tang San now a deity was not free from desire. As a god, he needed the faith of mortals to sustain his power. While Shrek's mere existence ensured a steady stream of reverence for the Seven Shrek Monsters, Tang San wanted more. And as a dual god, both the Sea God and the Asura God, his thirst for faith was far greater than that of his former teammates, who had all ascended as secondary gods.
To secure his "power base," Tang San had set his sights on reviving the Tang Sect and realized that his own teachings had sown the seeds of its downfall. But it didn't matter; these were mere mortals. They didn't deserve the true teachings of a god. So, he decided it was time to rebuild the Tang Sect and turned to his son, Tang Wulin, to carry on the legacy.
Only the strongest could lead the Tang Sect back to greatness, and Tang San was confident his son would bring the genuine Tang Sect teachings to new heights.
As for Tang Ya, she did possess a Blue Silver Grass martial soul with the potential to awaken a Blue Silver Emperor bloodline. But to Tang San, that meant little. As he well knew, the Blue Silver Emperor was hardly the key to his own success; he'd succeeded through strength of will and ingenuity. If it were so special, why hadn't his son inherited it?
Fidgeting with his hands, Tang Wulin finally spoke, his gaze complex. He hadn't expected things to come to this.
"Miss Tang Ya, you know that our ancestor, the great Tang San, was not only the founder of the Tang Sect but also the patriarch of the Haotian Sect…"
(End of Chapter)
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