Prologue, The Tang Family's Third Young Master Who Travels Through Time

Observing the elders bowing their heads in silence, Tang San smiled faintly. "Everything about Tang San is given by the Tang Sect; whether it is life or the abilities he possesses, they are all bestowed by the Tang Sect. No matter when, in life, Tang San is a person of the Tang Sect, and in death, he is a ghost of the Tang Sect. I know that the elders will not allow the body of an outer disciple who has violated the sect rules to remain in the Tang Sect. Since this is the case, let me be interred in the natural world of Bashu."

It has been twenty-nine years since he was picked up by Elder Tang Lantai of the Tang Sect when he was still in swaddling clothes, and from that moment on, the Tang Sect became his home, while the hidden weapons of the Tang Sect became his everything

Mr. Tang suddenly interrupted, "If you can also create the Buddha's Fury Tang Lotus, then I can overlook whatever you steal. You were wrong, and I was wrong; just a moment ago, we actually watched the opportunity for the Tang Sect to shine once again slip away right before our eyes"

"Wait a moment." Mr. Tang finally reacted, but by this time, it was too late for him to say anything.

The location of the Tang Sect is a mysterious place, known to many as a mountainside. The peak of the mountain where the Tang Sect is situated bears a name that sends chills down the spine—Ghostly Dread.

Elder Brother, why must we grieve for this traitor?

I understand that infiltrating the inner door and secretly learning the unique skills of this sect is an unforgivable crime, one that the sect rules do not permit. However, Tang San can swear to the heavens that he has never leaked any of the unique skills he learned secretly to the outside world. I say this not in hopes of gaining the elders' leniency, but simply to inform the elders that Tang San has never forgotten his roots. He did not forget in the past, nor will he in the future

The elders remained silent, still unable to awaken from the shock of the appearance of the Buddha's Fury Tang Lotus. Two hundred years, a full two hundred years, and the Buddha's Fury Tang Lotus has appeared in the hands of an outer sect disciple. What does this signify? This unparalleled weapon, which even the Tang Sect's own members cannot withstand, undoubtedly represents the arrival of another peak for the Tang Sect.

Tang San smiled, his smile radiant. "Coming bare and leaving bare, the Buddha's wrath at Tang Lian is the last gift Tang San left for the Tang Sect. Now, apart from myself, I have taken nothing else from the Tang Sect; the secret texts are hidden beneath the first brick inside my room's door. Tang San is now returning everything to the Tang Sect."

If Tang San were still on this cliff at this moment, and could hear Mr. Tang's words, even in death, he would surely feel a sense of comfort, knowing that his efforts had not been in vain. However, all of this has come a bit too late.

At this moment, Tang San's emotions were very calm; perhaps this was the calmest he had ever been in his life. Looking at the large, ancient-style courtyard of the Tang Sect on the mountainside and feeling the air that belonged to the Tang and *Tu* Book Sect, Tang San's eyes became moist. Since the day he became aware, it could be said that he was born for the Tang Sect, and now, it was time for him to go for the Tang Sect once again for the pursuit of his life.

The fog is thick, carrying waves of humidity, obscuring the sunlight, and also taking away Tang San, who devoted his entire life to the Tang Sect and hidden weapons

"Yes, Master." The elders simultaneously bowed in compliance

A young man dressed in gray stands at the peak of Ghost Encounter's Worry, the fierce mountain wind unable to move him in the slightest. From the large character 'Tang' on his chest, it is evident that he hails from the Tang Sect, with gray clothing signifying that he is an outer disciple of the Tang Sect

Mr. Tang's gaze instantly turned cold, a chilling aura enveloping him as he glared at the Second Elder. "Who do you say is the traitor? Have you ever seen a traitor who, after obtaining the highest secret manual of our sect, would not flee? Have you ever seen a traitor who would die to prove their loyalty? Have you ever seen someone possessing a peerless hidden weapon capable of destroying any master of the Tang Sect, yet chooses to present it as a final gift to the Tang Sect? Tang San is not a traitor; he is the most outstanding genius our sect has seen in two hundred years."

Time seemed to have come to a standstill. Mr. Tang, with trembling hands, held up the three Tang lilies before him, his eyes moistening. "Tang San, oh Tang San, why must you go through this? The surprises you have brought us are truly too many..."

The inner elder hall of the Tang Sect includes a total of 17 elders, including the sect leader, Mr. Tang. At this moment, it is indeed the 17 elders who are ascending the mountain. Even during a martial arts conference, it is unlikely that all the elders of the Tang Sect would mobilize simultaneously. It is worth noting that among the elders of the Tang Sect, the oldest has already surpassed two cycles of the Chinese zodiac.

At this moment, Tang San felt that nothing was important to him anymore. Whether it was violating the rules of the sect or matters of life and death, it all seemed to come to a conclusion with the three blooming Tang lotuses before him. The Buddha's wrathful Tang lotus, the most domineering hidden weapon in the world, was born from his own hands. What could be more exhilarating for Tang San, who had devoted his entire life to hidden weapons, than this?

Suddenly, Tang San's expression changed drastically, but he quickly regained his composure and bitterly murmured to himself: "What is destined to come has ultimately arrived"

He placed down the three Buddhist Fury Tang Lotuses, and Tang San cast a final lingering glance, a hint of a satisfied smile appearing at the corner of his mouth. After all, he had succeeded; after twenty years of effort, he had finally completed the pinnacle work of the Tang family's external hidden weapons. The sense of fulfillment and achievement was beyond words to describe

Seventeen figures, seventeen white figures, leaped from the mountainside towards the summit like stars in a dance. The youngest among these seventeen figures was over fifty years old, each bearing a serious expression. The white robes they wore represented the inner sect, while the golden character "Tang" on their chests symbolized the elders of the Tang Sect.

With a loud bang, as all the elders stepped back simultaneously to guard against any unforeseen circumstances, what they saw was Tang San, completely naked.

The Ghostly Worry, even if a stone is thrown down, it must count for nineteen seconds, seemingly surpassing the existence of the eighteen layers of hell. How could it possibly allow a living person to be released back by the clouds and mist? Tang San has left; he has permanently departed from this world, yet another fate of his has just begun

At this moment, Tang San's expression was very rich, sometimes smiling, sometimes crying, but no matter what, it could not conceal his heartfelt excitement

The Second Elder was taken aback, "But he secretly learned the techniques of this sect..."

Bashu has long been renowned as the Land of Abundance, among which the most famous sect is undoubtedly the Tang Sect

The elders gathered around, their expressions complex, filled with confusion, sadness, sighs, and, more than anything, regret

"Xuantian Treasure Record, you have actually learned the highest internal skill of our sect from the Xuantian Treasure Record?" Mr. Tang exclaimed in disbelief

Since its establishment, the Tang Sect has been divided into two branches: the outer and the inner. The outer branch consists of disciples who are either of external lineage or have been granted the Tang surname, while the inner branch is directly affiliated with the Tang Sect and is a matter of family inheritance

The cultivation of these Tangmen elders has all reached the transformation realm, and in the blink of an eye, they have already arrived at the mountain peak

You need not say anything further; convey my decree to mobilize all disciples of this sect to search for Tang San, whether alive or dead. From this moment on, Tang San is promoted to an inner disciple of our sect. If he is still alive, he will be the sole candidate for my position as the sect leader.

Hahaha... At this moment, Tang San looked up to the sky and laughed wildly. Suddenly, he took a bold step back, and at that very moment, all the elders of the Tang Sect realized that none of them had the chance to stop him. His body, enveloped in white light, darted forward like lightning towards the formidable Gui Jian Chou. His tall and proud figure soared into the air, heading towards the clouds and mist in the mountains

Outer disciples, upon encountering the inner sect elders, could only kneel in greeting. However, at this moment, Tang San remained unmoved. He simply gazed quietly at the solemn-faced elders as they approached him, blocking all paths. Behind him stood Gui Jian Chou.

A stone thrown from the cliff of Ghosts' Worry takes a full nineteen seconds to hear the echo of its fall at the bottom of the mountain, indicating its height. It is precisely because this nineteen seconds exceeds that of the eighteen layers of hell that it is named accordingly

He is twenty-nine years old this year. He entered the Tang Sect shortly after his birth and ranks third among the outer disciples. Therefore, the outer disciples refer to him as the Third Young Master. However, among the inner disciples, he is known as Tang San.

Tang San's calm yet somewhat excited voice finally roused the elders. When the elders raised their heads to look at him, they saw a layer of milky-white air flow instantly spreading from his body.