Master Sichuan, historically known as the Land of Abundance, is home to the most famous sect, the Tang Clan.
The Tang Clan resides in a mysterious place; many only know it's located halfway up a mountain. The summit of this mountain bears a terrifying name—Ghost's Sorrow.
A stone thrown from the cliff of Ghost's Sorrow takes nineteen throws before the echo reaches the bottom, demonstrating its immense height. This nineteen-second delay, exceeding even the eighteen levels of hell, is how it earned its name.
A young man in grey robes stands atop Ghost's Sorrow, unmoved by the biting mountain wind. The large "Tang" character on his chest identifies him as a member of the Tang Clan, and the grey robes signify he is an outer disciple.
He is twenty-nine years old and entered the Tang Clan shortly after birth, ranking third among the outer disciples, hence the title "Third Young Master." Of course, the inner disciples address him as Tang San.
From its inception, the Tang Clan was divided into inner and outer sects. The outer sect consisted of disciples with different surnames or those granted the Tang surname, while the inner sect comprised direct descendants of the Tang Clan, inheriting the family lineage.
At this moment, Tang San's expression was complex, sometimes laughing, sometimes crying, but nothing could conceal his heartfelt excitement.
Twenty-nine years had passed since he was taken to the Tang Clan as an infant by Elder Tang Lan, an outer sect elder. The Tang Clan was his home, and its hidden weapons were everything to him.
Suddenly, Tang San's expression changed drastically, but he quickly regained his composure, muttering bitterly to himself, "What was bound to happen has finally happened."
Seventeen figures, seventeen white figures, leaped like stars from the mountainside towards the summit. The youngest of these seventeen figures was over fifty, each with a solemn expression. Their white robes represented the inner sect, while the golden Tang character on their chests symbolized the elders of the Tang Clan.
The Tang Clan's Inner Elder Hall, including the sect leader Tang Da, has a total of seventeen elders, and it was precisely these seventeen who were climbing the mountain at this moment. Even a martial arts tournament wouldn't be enough to mobilize all the Tang Clan's elders at the same time, considering that the oldest among these elders is over two cycles of sixty years old.
These Tang Clan elders were all highly skilled, having reached the pinnacle of their cultivation. In the blink of an eye, they had arrived at the mountaintop.
Outer disciples, upon seeing inner elders, could only kneel in greeting. But Tang San remained unmoved. He simply watched as these solemn-faced elders approached, blocking his path. Behind him stood Ghost's Sorrow.
Setting down the three Buddha's Wrath Tang Lotuses, Tang San cast a final, reluctant glance, a satisfied smile playing on his lips. He had succeeded after all. Twenty years of effort had finally yielded the pinnacle of the Tang Clan's outer sect hidden weapons. The satisfaction of that achievement was indescribable.
At this moment, Tang San felt that nothing else mattered. Violating sect rules, facing life and death—all seemed to have come to an end with these three blooming Tang Lotuses. The Buddha's Wrath Tang Lotuses, the most domineering hidden weapon in the world, were born in his hands. What could be more exciting for Tang San, who had dedicated his life to hidden weapons?
"I know that sneaking into the inner sect and stealing the sect's secret techniques is an unforgivable crime, forbidden by the sect rules. But Tang San can swear to heaven that he has never revealed any of the sect's secret techniques he stole to the outside world. I say this not to seek the elders' leniency, but simply to tell them that Tang San has never forgotten his roots. Not before, and not ever."
Tang San's emotions were very calm at this moment; perhaps, this was the calmest he had ever been in his life. Looking at the vast, antique courtyards of the Tang Sect on the mountainside, feeling the air that belonged to the Tang Sect, Tang San's eyes welled up with tears. Since the day he became aware of things, he could say that he was born for the Tang Sect, and now, it was time to go for the Tang Sect again in pursuit of his life.
The elders remained silent; they had not yet recovered from the appearance of the Buddha's Wrath Tang Lotus. Two hundred years, a full two hundred years, and the Buddha's Wrath Tang Lotus had actually appeared in the hands of an outer sect disciple. What did this mean? This peerless hidden weapon, which dominated the world and even the Tang Sect's own people could not withstand, represented the arrival of another peak for the Tang Sect.
Seeing the elders bowing their heads in silence, Tang San smiled brightly, "Everything Tang San has is given to him by the Tang Sect. Whether it is his life or the abilities he possesses, they are all bestowed upon him by the Tang Sect. No matter when, Tang San is a member of the Tang Sect in life and a ghost of the Tang Sect in death. I know that the elders will not allow the corpse of an outer disciple like me, who has violated the sect rules, to remain in the Tang Sect. In that case, let my bones dissolve in the natural environment of Sichuan and Chongqing."
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Tang San's calm, even slightly excited voice finally startled the elders. When they looked up at him, they saw a layer of milky white energy instantly spreading from his body.
"The Xuan Tian Treasure Record! You've even learned the sect's highest internal energy technique from the Xuan Tian Treasure Record?" Master Tang exclaimed in disbelief.
With a loud bang, as the elders simultaneously retreated to avoid any unforeseen circumstances, they saw Tang San completely naked.
Tang San laughed, a radiant smile. "I came naked, and I'll leave naked. The Buddha's Wrath Tang Lotus is the last gift I leave to the sect. Now, besides myself, I've taken nothing else from the Tang Sect. The secret manuals are all under the first brick inside my room. I'm returning everything to the Tang Sect now."
"Hahahahahaha..." Tang San laughed wildly, then suddenly took a step back. At that moment, the Tang Sect elders suddenly realized that no one had time to stop him. His body, shrouded in white light, lunged towards Ghost's Sorrow with lightning speed, his tall, imposing figure rising into the air, heading towards the mountain mist.
"Wait!" Master Tang finally reacted, but it was too late for anything he said.
The mist was thick, carrying a dampness that stole away the sunlight, and also took away Tang San, who had dedicated his life to the Tang Sect and hidden weapons.
Time seemed to stand still. Master Tang's hands trembled as he held up the three lotus blossoms before him, his eyes welling with tears. "Tang San, oh Tang San, why did you do this? You've given us far too many surprises..."
"Brother," the Second Elder stepped forward, "why grieve over this traitor?"
Master Tang's gaze instantly turned cold, his entire body radiating a chilling aura as he glared at the Second Elder. "Who are you calling a traitor? Have you ever seen a traitor who wouldn't flee after obtaining the sect's highest secret manual? Have you ever seen a traitor willing to die to prove their innocence? Have you ever seen someone possessing a peerless hidden weapon capable of destroying any master of the Tang Sect offer it as a final gift to the sect? Tang San is not a traitor; he is the most outstanding genius of the sect in two hundred years."
The Second Elder was stunned. "But he stole the sect's..."
Master Tang abruptly interrupted, "If you could also create the Buddha's Wrath Tang Lotus, I wouldn't care what you stole. You're wrong, and I'm wrong too. Just a moment ago, we watched the Tang Sect's chance to shine again slip away before our very eyes."
The other elders gathered around, their expressions complex—confusion, sadness, sighs, and above all, regret.
"You needn't say anything more. Issue my decree: order all disciples of our sect to search for Tang San at Ghost's Sorrow. Find him alive or dead. From this moment on, Tang San is promoted to inner disciple. If he is still alive, he will be my sole heir to the position of sect leader."
"Yes, Sect Leader!" The elders bowed in unison.
If Tang San were still on this cliff, able to hear Master Tang's words, even in death, he would be gratified; his efforts had not been in vain. But all of this came too late.
Ghost's Sorrow, a place where even throwing a stone requires a nineteen-second count—a place seemingly beyond the eighteen levels of hell—how could it allow a living person to be released by the clouds and return? Tang San was gone; he had left this world forever, but his next destiny had just begun.
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