Chapter 310 Bibi Dong's invitation, Tang San and Ren Xue become the masters of Tang Sect and be

Under Tai Tan's proud and excited guidance, Tang San, Qian Renxue, Xiao Wu and Ning Rongrong began to visit the huge mansion that would soon become the Tang Sect's headquarters.

Upon entering the gate, the first thing that caught my eye was an incredibly spacious square. The square's floor was paved with solid bluestone slabs, smooth and sturdy, large enough to accommodate thousands of people at a time. In the center of the square stood a massive sculpture of a hammer, the very symbol of the Haotian Sect—the Haotian Hammer.

The hammer body is pitch black and the handle is thick, full of dominance and power, as if it is going to smash a hole in the sky.

"Master, Deputy Master, this is where our Power Clan usually gathers and conducts basic physical training." Tai Tan's rough voice was tinged with respect. His large, fan-like hand proudly pointed at the square and said, "Every bluestone slab in this square was laid by our clansmen themselves. They are incredibly solid. Even a full-strength attack from a Soul King-level warrior would be difficult to damage."

A hint of satisfaction crossed Tang San's resolute face. His deep black eyes swept calmly across the vast square, and he began to envision the future of the Tang Sect's disciples training there. He could feel that every inch of the ground beneath his feet contained the simple yet resilient strength of the Lizhi Clan.

A hint of admiration crossed Qian Renxue's stunningly beautiful face. Her golden eyes surveyed everything around her. While the architectural style here was starkly different from the sacred and ornate style of the Spirit Hall she was familiar with, this rugged beauty, imbued with power and vitality, held a unique charm. From every detail of these buildings, she could sense the Power Clan's dedication to strength and their loyalty to their sect.

Across the square is a wider area, which is divided into several different functional areas.

First, the forging area. Before I even approached, a wave of blazing heat washed over me, accompanied by the resonant clang of hammers, like a stirring symphony. Dozens of massive furnaces blazed fiercely, their flames soaring into the sky, illuminating half the sky in a crimson glow. Bare-chested, muscular members of the Power Clan wielded heavy hammers, their sweat pouring down like raindrops on the red-hot metal, creating bursts of sizzling sounds and billowing plumes of white steam. Each blow, precise and powerful, seemed to possess a unique rhythm, gradually hammering away the impurities in the metal, rendering it tougher and sharper.

"Master, this is the forge of our Power Clan." Titan's voice was particularly resonant amid the clashing of hammers. "Our Power Clan has made a living from forging for generations. While we may not be as skilled as the master craftsman Lou Gao, we believe we are no match for anyone in forging heavy weapons and sturdy armor."

Tang San's deep black eyes gleamed with excitement. He watched the metal embryos gradually taking shape under the fierce fire and heavy hammers, and his mind was already conceiving countless plans to combine the Tang Sect's hidden weapons with the forging skills of the Power Clan. He knew that the addition of the Power Clan would provide unparalleled support for the mass production and upgrading of the Tang Sect's hidden weapons.

"Elder Tai Tan, your forging skills are outstanding." Tang San's voice was full of admiration. "In the future, the Tang Sect's hidden weapon manufacturing will rely heavily on you."

Hearing the Sect Master's praise, the sweaty tribesmen stopped their work one after another. Their faces, reddened by the fire, revealed simple and proud smiles. They all bowed to Tang San in unison, their voices resounding like bells: "We will serve the Sect Master, even if it means death!"

Afterwards, the group toured the training area. There were quiet rooms dedicated to cultivating soul power, as well as arenas for actual combat training. Every facility was simple and practical, devoid of any frills, all geared towards enhancing strength.

Deep within the mansion lay the clan's residential area. Neat rows of stone houses, though rugged in appearance, were immaculately kept inside, brimming with the air of life. Children were playing and frolicking in front of the houses. Upon seeing Tang San and his group, their eyes widened with curiosity. Then, led by their parents, they respectfully saluted the Sect Master and Deputy Sect Master.

By the time we had finished touring the entire mansion, it was already dusk, and the afterglow of the setting sun had stained this powerful mansion with a warm golden hue.

"Master, are you satisfied? If there is anything that needs to be changed, we will do it immediately." Titan asked respectfully, his eyes full of anticipation.

Tang San's resolute face wore a gentle smile. He patted Tai Tan's broad shoulders and said sincerely, "Very satisfied. Elder Tai Tan, thank you for your hard work. This will be our Tang Sect's home from now on."

"Home..." A blush suddenly appeared on Tai Tan's rugged face, and tears of excitement gleamed in his bell-like eyes. After so many years, the Li clan finally found a sense of home again.

The next morning, as the first rays of sunlight pierced the clouds and shone onto the ancient walls of Tiandou City, the gates of the Li Clan's residence slowly opened. Tang San and Qian Renxue walked out side by side, ready to stroll the streets of Tiandou City and purchase some supplies for the Tang Clan's headquarters.

However, just as they walked out of the mansion not far, a figure appeared in front of them silently like a ghost, blocking their way.

The man, wearing the distinctive white robe of the Spirit Hall, embroidered with the emblem of a six-winged angel, had a stern face and piercing eyes, emanating the powerful soul energy of a Soul Emperor. He was a high-ranking emissary of the Spirit Hall, specifically responsible for conveying the Pope's decree.

"Young friend Tang San." The messenger's voice was cold and emotionless. His sharp gaze swept over Tang San before finally landing on Qian Renxue. A subtle, complex expression flashed across his eyes before he quickly looked away. "His Holiness the Pope has important matters to discuss and invites you to attend a secret meeting immediately. His Holiness the Pope has ordered that you must... go alone."

Although his voice was not loud, every word he said was full of unquestionable majesty, especially the four words "go alone", which he deliberately emphasized.

The expression on Qian Renxue's beautiful face suddenly changed! Her golden eyes instantly became cold and alert. A powerful soul power wave was looming around her, and the air around her seemed to solidify.

"It's that woman!" Qian Renxue's voice was cold, carrying a hint of disgust and worry that was hard to conceal. "Bibi Dong! What's she planning to do?"

She knew Bibi Dong's character very well. That woman was deep-minded and ruthless, and she would never summon Tang San alone for no reason. She must have an ulterior motive for this action.

A strong sense of uneasiness suddenly surged in Qian Renxue's heart. She subconsciously took a step forward and protected Tang San behind her.