Chapter 322: Tang Hao: Damn it, why is it them again? The lingering Spirits, Ju and Gui!
Chapter 322: Tang Hao: Damn it, why is it them again? The lingering Spirits, Ju and Gui!
Night.
The Strength Clan’s base on the outskirts of Heaven Dou City.
High rammed-earth walls enclosed the entire courtyard, with stone houses lined up along the central axis.
Torches on the battlements swayed and whistled in the night wind.
Fire Sparks tumbled with the wind, hitting the ground with a hiss before vanishing into a few wisps of green smoke.
In the main house at the deepest part of the base, the doors and windows were tightly shut.
A heavy smell of medicine seeped from under the door, mixed with the burnt fragrance of burning pine resin, making one’s throat tighten.
Inside the room, candle flames flickered.
Tang Hao leaned against the bed.
His eyes were closed, his breathing heavy, and he coughed muffledly every now and then, making the bedboards creak.
The wooden door opened with a "creak."
Tai Tan stepped in lightly, carrying a bowl of steaming medicinal soup.
His rough knuckles gripped the rim of the bowl. With every step he took, the wooden floor sank slightly, letting out a low groan.
He silently waved away the medicine boy guarding the bedside, leaving only two people in the room.
He placed the medicine bowl on the wooden table at the head of the bed.
"Master, it is time for your medicine."
Tang Hao didn’t even lift his eyelids. "Leave it there. Didn’t I tell you to protect Little San? Why have you returned so suddenly?"
Tai Tan’s knuckles tightened and then loosened, his Adam’s apple bobbing twice.
"Master, something has gone wrong on the Young Lord’s side."
The wrinkles on the bedding were suddenly gripped tight.
Tang Hao’s fingers closed, twisting the cotton-linen fabric into deep furrows in his palm.
He opened his eyes, which were bloodshot, like two dark seas suppressing a storm.
"What happened to Little San?"
His voice was hoarse, like sandpaper rubbing against rotten wood.
Hiding and running all these years, tobacco and alcohol had ruined his voice and worn down most of his sharp edges.
Only when the names Tang San and Ah Yin were mentioned would that malevolence suppressed in the marrow of his bones surge forth, sending chills down one’s spine.
Tai Tan’s brow knit into a knot, and his voice was kept extremely low, fearing to provoke the man on the bed:
"A major problem has occurred with the Young Lord’s Blue Silver Grass Martial Soul."
Tang Hao’s body lurched forward. The wound on his severed leg was agitated, and a piercing pain shot up his spine to the back of his head.
His jaw was clenched tight, the muscles on his face tensed like stone, and the veins on his temples throbbed.
"Be clear, exactly what problem!"
Tai Tan poured out the news he had brought back word by word.
"The Young Lord’s Blue Silver Grass Martial Soul has become very withered, resulting in poor spirit power flow, weakened Spirit Ability power, and no progress in spirit power cultivation."
"GrandmasterYu Xiaogang has tried every method—stimulation, medicine, spirit power nourishment—none of it works. The Blue Silver Grass is as if its vitality has been drained away."
"What does Yu Xiaogang say?"
"That fellow Yu Xiaogang is a mediocre person; he has no idea why this change occurred in the Young Lord."
Tai Tan was very dissatisfied with Yu Xiaogang.
A waste who had stayed at Rank 29 his whole life, what right did he have to teach the Young Lord?
Tang Hao’s head exploded with a buzz, as if his skull had been struck by a heavy hammer.
The Blue Silver Grass Martial Soul was the BloodlineFoundationAh Yin left for Tang San, the Legacy of the 100,000-year Blue Silver Emperor.
How overbearing and resilient was the Blue Silver EmperorBloodline? How could it just wither away?
His fingers gripped the bedding, his knuckles popping. Every possibility flashed through his mind at high speed.
A problem with the BloodlineLegacy?
Impossible!
Tang San’s twin spiritsAwakening had been extremely smooth, and the Blue Silver EmperorBloodline had always been as stable as could be.
Then the only possibility left was one.
The seedling Ah Yin left behind, and that 100,000-year blue silver emperor right leg bone.
When Ah Yin performed the Sacrifice back then, she only left behind these two things.
He had hidden them away.
But they were all gone.
Thinking of Ah Yin, Tang Hao’s chest felt as if a piece of red-hot iron had been stuffed into it, so hot his internal organs were convulsing.
"Who... exactly who did it!!!"
Tang Hao smashed a fist into the solid wood bedboard.
With a crack, a fine line split through the hard wood across the entire surface of the bed.
Wood chips flew, and the medicine bowl on the table jumped, splashing out more than half of the soup.
"It must be Spirit Hall!"
The heavy words were squeezed out from between his teeth, each word tempered with over a decade of blood-deep hatred.
Besides Spirit Hall, no one dared to touch his things.
Besides Spirit Hall, no one would go to such lengths to find Ah Yin’s whereabouts.
They must have stolen Ah Yin’s seedling and the Right Leg Bone.
It must be that Spirit Hall did something to Ah Yin’s seedling, causing the Origin of Little San’s Blue Silver Grass Martial Soul to be damaged.
Looking at him like this, Tai Tan’s heart also tightened.
This matter was actually related to the colossus that was Spirit Hall?
He opened his mouth to offer some comfort, but didn’t know what words could fill this hole.
"..."
Tang Hao closed his eyes, suppressing the malevolence surging in his chest.
His mind calculated rapidly.
The root of Little San’s Blue Silver Grass was the Blue Silver EmperorBloodline.
Now that the BloodlineOrigin was damaged, besides that one place in the world, I’m afraid no one can help Tang San solve it.
He hadn’t wanted to show his face so early.
Spirit Hall had hunted him for a full decade or more; once he appeared in Heaven Dou City, that pack of hyenas that could smell a scent would surely come out in full force.
When that time came, it would only bring catastrophic disaster to Tang San.
But now Tang San’s Martial Soul had a fatal problem.
If this dragged on, the Blue Silver Grass would be completely ruined, and the advantage of the twin spirits would vanish.
As a father, did he not even dare to show his face?
There was no choice.
"Tai Tan, prepare a carriage. I will go to Heaven Dou City personally."
Tang Hao’s voice lowered, like a giant boulder crashing into a deep pool.
"We set out at dawn."
Tai Tan’s expression changed drastically. "Master, your injury—"
"I won’t die."
"But Spirit Hall’s side..."
"If they come, I’ll kill them."
Tang Hao cut him off, his tone leaving no room for negotiation.
"Now my son’s Martial Soul is about to be ruined. If I keep hiding, how will I have the face to see Ah Yin?"
Tai Tan clenched his fists, and after a long while, squeezed out a word from his throat: "...Yes."
Just then, a burst of panicked shouting suddenly came from outside.
"Ah!!!"
"Who is it?!"
This was followed by the muffled thuds of heavy objects hitting the ground, exploding in the silence of the deep night.
"Clan Chief! This is bad!"
"Someone has broken in!"
Tai Tan spun around, the worry in his eyes suddenly turning into sharp Battle Intent.
"Who dares to trespass on my Strength Clan’s territory?!"
Tai Tan turned and rushed toward the door, his fan-sized hand directly grabbing the door handle.
Tang Hao also supported himself on the edge of the bed to stand, landing on one leg, while his other hand summoned the Clear Sky Hammer.
The two of them rushed out of the main house one after the other.
The courtyard was a mess.
The clansmen of the Strength Clan were sprawled all over the ground, all of them silent, seemingly having fainted.
Torches had fallen to the ground, setting fire to the nearby hay. Flames leapt up, reflecting the chaotic swaying of shadows on the ground.
"!!!"
Tai Tan’s pupils suddenly constricted.
These clansmen were the elites of the Strength Clan, each with a cultivation of Spirit Elder or above.
They had actually been taken down silently?
His fists cracked as they clenched, and an oppressed roar came from Tai Tan’s throat: "Which dog dared to attack my Strength Clan’s territory!"
Tang Hao’s face was ashen as he looked up into the air.
Two figures hovered in the night.
Wearing the black robes of Spirit HallElders, the golden patterns embroidered on the collars and cuffs were particularly eye-catching in the dancing firelight.
"Damn it! Why is it them again?!"
Tang Hao’s teeth ground together, his body tensed like a bowstring drawn to its limit.
He would recognize these two even if they turned to ash!
Chrysanthemum Douluo Yue Guan!
Ghost DouluoGui Mei!
(End of Chapter)
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