Chapter 0
Tang Third Young Master Crossing Over (v2)
Ba-Shu[1], through history famed as a land of plenty, and within it, the most famous sect that could never be surpassed: Tang Sect.
Tang Sect’s location was a mysterious place. Most people only knew that it was halfway up a mountain, and that the mountain where Tang Sect was located had a place with a terrifying name, ——Hell’s Peak[2].
A rock thrown from on top of the precipice at Hell’s Peak would take a full count of nineteen before the echo of it hitting the bottom could be heard, thus its height could be seen, and it was also because of these nineteen seconds, even surpassing the eighteen levels of hell by one, that gave it its name.
A gray clothed youth stood at the summit of Hell’s Peak, the biting cold mountain wind not able to cause his body to shiver even slightly. On the pit of his stomach a huge Tang[3] character could be seen; he was from Tang Sect, and the gray clothes represented a disciple of the Tang Outer Sect.
This year he was twenty nine, since he had entered Tang Sect not long after being born, he was the third most senior among outer sect disciples, and as a result the outer sect disciples named him Third Young Master[4]. Of course, in the mouths of the inner sect disciples it became Tang San[5].
Tang Sect was, since it’s foundation, divided into the two inner and outer sects. The outer sect disciples were all from external families or perhaps conferred the Tang name, and the inner sect were all directly related to Tang Sect members, passed down through family.
Right now, Tang San wore an abundance of expressions, sometimes laughing, sometimes crying, but in all cases unable to mask the excitement stemming from his heart.
For twenty nine years, starting twenty nine years ago when grandpa elder Tang Lan[6] had brought him to Tang Sect as an infant, Tang Sect had been his family, and Tang Sect’s hidden weapons had been everything to him.
Suddenly, Tang San’s expression abruptly changed, but then very quickly relaxed again, somewhat bitterly saying to himself:
“In the end, that which should happen will still happen.”
Seventeen silhouettes, seventeen white silhouettes, leapt up from halfway up the mountain towards the mountaintop just like shooting stars, these silhouettes were masters, even the youngest was five decades old, each and every one with serious expressions, their white gowns represented the inner sect, and the golden Tang characters on their chests were the symbols of Tang Sect elders.
Including the sect head mister Tang Da[7] there were altogether seventeen elders, and right now there were seventeen climbing the mountain. Even a general assembly of the martial society wouldn’t have been able to rouse all the Tang Sect Elders at the same time, one must know that among the Tang Sect elders, the oldest had already surpassed sixty years twice over[8].
All of these Tang Sect elders had already reached the pinnacle of cultivation, and in only a moment’s work they had already reached the mountain top.
When outer sect disciples met inner sect elders they had to kneel in greeting, but right now Tang San didn’t move, he only calmly looked at these serious faced elders arriving in front of him. They blocked all routes of escape, and behind him was only Hell’s Peak.
Laying down three Buddha Fury Tang Lotuses[9], Tang San threw them a last reluctant glance, the corners of his mouth showing a gratified smile. After all, he had succeeded. With twenty years of effort, he had at last accomplished this penultimate work of the Tang Outer Sect; that kind of satisfactory accomplishment couldn’t be described in words.
At this very moment, Tang San thought to himself, everything was already unimportant. Violating the sect regulations was also fine, matters of life and death were fine. Apparently, everything would come to an end with these three blooming Tang Lotuses before him. Buddha Fury Tang Lotus, this world’s most potent hidden weapon was born in his hands. In his entire life, what could make the hidden weapons enthusiast Tang San more excited than this?
“I know, the crime of sneaking into the inner sect and stealing secret sect lore cannot be forgiven, cannot be tolerated according to sect rules. But Tang San can vow to Heaven, not a bit of the stolen knowledge of the secret books will reach the outside world. I say this, not in the hopes of obtaining the elders’ mercy, but only to let the elders know that Tang San has never forgotten his roots. Never has in the past, and also henceforth never will.”
Tang San’s mood was very calm at this moment; perhaps, this was the calmest moment in his life. Looking at that expansive ancient Tang Sect compound halfway up the mountain, feeling the atmosphere of the Tang Sect, Tang San’s eyes moistened. For as long as he could remember, it could even be said he was born for the sake of the Tang Sect, but right now, he also had to leave the Tang Sect for the sake of his lifelong pursuit.
The elders were all speechless. Right now they still couldn’t clear their heads from the appearance of the Buddha Fury Tang Lotus. Two hundred years, after a full two hundred years the Buddha Fury Tang Lotus had unexpectedly appeared in the hands of an outer sect disciple, what did this signify? In this land, this exceptional hidden weapon that not even Tang Sect’s own people could resist absolutely represented the approach of another peak of the Tang Sect.
Looking at the elders bowing their heads without speaking, Tang San smiled brightly,
“Everything of Tang San’s was given by Tang Sect, whether it’s life or abilities, all were bestowed by Tang Sect. No matter when, Tang San in life is a person of the Tang Sect, in death a ghost of the Tang Sect. I know that the elders will not permit the corpse of an outer sect disciple that violated the sect rules to remain at Tang Sect; therefore, let me turn to bone naturally in this Ba-Shu.”
Tang San was so serene that even his somewhat excited voice finally roused the elders, when the elders raised their heads to look at him, they saw milky white streams of qi spread out from him in a flash.
“Mysterious Heaven Treasure Record, you even learned the sect’s highest inner strength technique in the Mysterious Heaven Treasure Record?”
Tang Da cried out involuntarily.
With an explosion, as the group of elders retreated to avoid anything unexpected, they looked at Tang San who was entirely naked.
Tang San smiled brilliantly,
“I arrived in the nude, and I shall depart in the nude. Buddha Fury Tang Lotus is Tang San’s last gift for the sect. Besides myself, I carry nothing of the Tang Sect, the secret books are all under the first brick in my room. Tang San will now return everything to Tang Sect.”
“Hahahahahahaha…....”
Tang San laughed wildly up towards the sky, suddenly taking a step backward. At this very moment, the Tang Sect elders suddenly discovered, unexpectedly nobody still had time to block him. His body, enveloped in white light, threw itself forward off Hell’s Peak, soaring out into empty air, stepping into the clouds and mist around the mountain.
“Stop!”
Tang Da finally reacted, but right now it was already too late to say anything.
The clouds and mist were very dense, bringing waves of humidity, taking away the sunshine, and also taking away that Tang San whose entire life was dedicated to Tang Sect and hidden weapons.
Time seemed to stand still. Tang Da’s hands trembled as he held up those three Tang Lotuses, his eyes moist,
“Tang San, ah, Tang San, why did you suffer? The astonishment you brought us was really too much, too much……”
“Eldest brother.”
A second elder stepped forward,
“Why should you mourn a renegade like this?”
Tang Da’s gaze became cold in a flash, cold air covering his body, glaring at the second elder,
“Who do you say is a renegade? Have you ever seen a renegade who could obtain the sect’s rarest books and afterwards didn’t flee? Have you seen a renegade who would die for his ideals? Have you seen someone harboring a hidden weapon powerful enough to destroy any Tang Sect expert instead present it to the sect as his last act? Tang San was no renegade, he was our most outstanding genius in two hundred years.”
The second elder stared stupidly,
“But, he stole lore from the sect……”
Tang Da suddenly interrupted,
“If you were also able to produce the Buddha Fury Tang Lotus, I wouldn’t care no matter what you stole. You were wrong, I was wrong, in this past moment, we actually looked on helplessly as the chance for Tang Sect’s glory to rise again slipped away before our eyes.”
The elders gathered round, their expressions all complex, some perplexed, some sad, some sighing, still more were regretful.
“No need to say anything. Pass on my orders, dispatch all the disciples, search for Tang San below Hell’s Peak. If alive, I will see the person. If dead, I will see the corpse. At the same time, from this moment on, Tang San is promoted to inner sect disciple. If he still lives, he will be the only successor to my position as head.”
“Yes, head.”
The elders bowed simultaneously.
If Tang San was still here on the cliff top right now, still able to hear Tang Da’s words, even if he died, he would certainly still be very gratified; his great effort in the end hadn’t been a waste. But, all this came too late.
Hell’s Peak, where a thrown rock would take nineteen seconds to hit the bottom, an existence seemingly surpassing the eighteen levels of hell, how could it permit a living person to return from the clouds and mist? Tang San was dead, forever departing this world, but his other destiny had only just begun.
[1] (巴蜀) Or Sichuan.
[2] (鬼见愁) Literally “Ghost Appearance Worry” or figuratively “where ghosts fear to tread”
[3] (唐) “Exaggerate”
[4] (San Shao 三少)
[5] (唐三) “Tang Three”
[6] (唐蓝) “Tang Blue”
[7] (唐大) “Tang Big”
[8] (甲子) could either refer to the “Stems and Branches” sexagenary cycle, or it could refer to the first year of the same.
[9] (朵佛怒唐莲) The classifier is (朵), which is used for flowers, so expect them actually look like lotuses.