Da Lang, It's Time to Take Your Medicine (1)

Early the next morning, Tang Hao brought Ah Yin to Holy Soul Village.

Tang Hao and the others lived on the western side of Holy Soul Village, near the village entrance. Their three mud-brick houses could be called the most ramshackle in the entire village. Above the roof of the main house hung a wooden sign about a meter in diameter, with a crude hammer painted on it.

"This is where you live?" Ah Yin looked at the shabby little house in surprise. It was nothing more than a few earthen walls topped with some thatch.

It could not have been any more rudimentary!

Moreover, right in front of Ah Yin was a small puddle. Looking up, she saw a hole in the thatched roof, with collected water slowly dripping through it.

"Yes, it is." Tang Hao answered awkwardly.

Ever since Ah Yin had left, he had spent his days drinking himself into a stupor here. He had barely looked after his son, so how could he have cared about his living conditions?

Seeing the embarrassment in Tang Hao's eyes, Ah Yin's favorable impression of him sank even lower.

Thinking back to their first meeting yesterday, he had been sleazy and disheveled, and now his home was just as filthy and messy.

Ah Yin was not the sort of person who cared about someone else's family circumstances. All women had a thing about cleanliness, especially beautiful women. She might not care whether your home was poor, but excessive filth and disorder were absolutely unappealing.

Not to mention that he would not even repair the house when it was broken, nor throw away the mountain of liquor bottles piled inside. Even standing outside the room, she could smell mildew mixed with alcohol.

This is really too much! Ah Yin could not help complaining inwardly.

Lazy, filthy, pathetic, sleazy!

That was Ah Yin's true impression of him.

It formed a stark contrast with Zhao Ming's great image in her mind—kind, simple, wise, and refined.

Since being summoned by the system, Ah Yin had only deeply remembered three people: Zhao Ming, Xiao Wu, and Tang Hao. Of them, only Zhao Ming and Tang Hao were men.

Ah Yin could not help comparing Zhao Ming and Tang Hao in her heart. Before comparing them, she had not realized it; once she did, the difference was startling.

By comparison, one was in the heavens while the other was underground. Their disparity was like clouds and mud—simply incomparable.

Tang Hao was not even qualified to be mentioned in the same breath as Young Master. Ah Yin felt somewhat guilty as she thought this. Comparing Tang Hao to Zhao Ming felt like a desecration of Zhao Ming.

"Ah Yin, come inside. We'll return the Soul Ring to you in there." Tang Hao took out a chair that had grown slightly moldy from the damp and said.

"Forget it. The air is quite fresh out here. Let's do it outside." Seeing the moldy chair, goosebumps rose on her skin, and she hurriedly declined.

"All right, then. Let's go over there. No one will disturb us there." Seeing Ah Yin refuse, Tang Hao quickly said. He felt somewhat annoyed with himself. He knew Ah Yin was a neat freak. He should have come back yesterday and cleaned the house in advance! Now that Ah Yin had seen this, she probably had an even worse impression of him.

At this point, he could only take the initiative. He had to return the Soul Ring to her himself and let her see how much he cared for her.

Tang Hao and Ah Yin came to a small hillock. Surrounded by tall trees, it was very secluded.

Ah Yin and Tang Hao sat cross-legged, adjusting their breaths and bringing their bodies, energy, and spirits to their peak condition.

A faint precious glow appeared around Ah Yin, and an additional layer of pale golden radiance shimmered across her skin.

A dark black aura also surfaced around Tang Hao. The shadow of the black Clear Sky Hammer appeared in the air, and his body, energy, and spirit reached a terrifying height.

Soul Rings appeared around Tang Hao one after another. When the Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Ring finally appeared, both their bodies trembled.

Ah Yin had an extremely strong resonance with that Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Ring. Sensing Ah Yin's aura, the Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Ring continuously stirred around Tang Hao, as though cheering.

Gradually, the Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Ring became increasingly active.

Tang Hao had clenched his fists tightly, while every strand of Blue Silver Emperor that Ah Yin had transformed into trembled faintly.

Before long, a blue-gold light burst from Ah Yin, enveloping both her and Tang Hao. The golden light carried an intensely gentle aura. Influenced by it, the two quickly calmed down. Even the Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Ring settled.

Tang Hao suddenly strained his body. At once, the Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Ring on him soared into the air and hovered above his head. The agony of instantly losing the Soul Ring made Tang Hao spit out a mouthful of blood. The pain caused by that sudden tearing made even his incomparably tough body erupt in a thick cloud of blood mist.

Yet Tang Hao's gaze became even more resolute!

Because he knew that Ah Yin was more important than anything!

Once it left Tang Hao, the Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Ring swiftly floated toward Ah Yin, slowly merging into her body.

Blue light continuously radiated from Ah Yin. The intense blue radiance wrapped around her body like a giant cocoon.

A cocoon likewise formed around Tang Hao. It was a blood cocoon, formed as the blood mist around him clotted.

Ah Yin's aura surged continuously, rapidly reaching the level of a Soul Saint. After Ah Yin split off another ten-thousand-year Soul Ring, her aura continued to rise. It did not stop until she reached the level of a level seventy-three Soul Saint.

Before the sacrifice, Ah Yin's cultivation had been close to that of a Soul Douluo. However, after undergoing a sacrifice and having her Spirit Bone leave her body, she had suffered immense damage. Even after reclaiming her Soul Ring and Spirit Bone, the loss to her body remained severe. Recovering to this extent was already extraordinarily difficult.

Compared to Ah Yin's soaring cultivation, Tang Hao's aura was now weak. Having lost his ninth Soul Ring, with his cultivation no longer having a place to reside and the damage to his body from stripping away the Soul Ring, he rapidly fell to the level of an eighty-eighth-level Soul Douluo.

But he smiled!

He laughed happily!

He laughed without restraint!

He knew that although he had suffered heavy losses, he had won Ah Yin's affection once more. Given Ah Yin's nature, she would surely be moved by him!

He had even deliberately injured some of his own meridians while stripping away the Soul Ring in order to create a miserable appearance for himself, making Ah Yin feel unable to bear it.

At least half the wounds on his body now had been deliberately inflicted by himself. Yet he felt none of the pain from his injuries. He was even rather pleased with himself, because he knew that next, he would receive Ah Yin's tender care!