Tang Yuehua Is Here

"Yuehua, what brings you here?"

Once they were outside, Bai Ying asked Tang Yuehua.

Tang Yuehua spoke up. "Can't I come?"

Bai Ying said, "That's not what I meant."

"Enough. I came to tell you that I'm going back to the Clear Sky Sect."

"Can I go back with you?" Bai Ying asked.

Tang Yuehua hesitated, and just then Tang San suddenly said, "Of course not. What are you supposed to be? The Clear Sky Sect isn't a place someone like you can enter."

Hearing Tang San's words, Bai Ying's expression darkened. His gaze instantly turned sharp as a blade as he stared straight at Tang San. The air around them seemed to freeze, and the atmosphere grew tense in an instant.

"What am I supposed to be?" Bai Ying let out a cold laugh, his voice low and brimming with power. "Tang San, listen carefully. I'm your uncle-in-law! Naturally, I can enter the Clear Sky Sect."

He turned to Tang Yuehua, tenderness and resolve mingling in his eyes. "Yuehua, wherever you go, I'll accompany you. The Clear Sky Sect or the ends of the earth, it doesn't matter. Wherever you are, I'll be there."

With that, he stepped forward, seemingly wanting to take Tang Yuehua's hand, but Tang San suddenly blocked him. Their gazes met as their auras clashed, as if an invisible battle were unfolding. The air around them seemed to tremble, and a murderous atmosphere spread through the area.

"Uncle-in-law? What kind of uncle-in-law are you? Don't forget that the Spirit Hall and the Clear Sky Sect have a grudge between them. Besides, I don't agree to this, and neither will my father."

Tang San said this.

Bai Ying's eyes widened in fury, blazing like flames as he glared fiercely at Tang San. His hands clenched into fists, veins bulging as if he might erupt with astonishing power at any moment.

"Free marriage? What the hell do you know!" Bai Ying's voice exploded like thunder, making the air around them tremble. He suddenly charged forward, trying to break through Tang San's obstruction, but Tang San blocked him at an even faster speed.

The two figures crossed paths, their clothes fluttering. Every collision seemed to send sparks flying. The surrounding scenery blurred until only their fiercely clashing figures remained.

"I, Bai Ying, am standing right here today. Whoever dares stop me from marrying Yuehua, I'll make him pay!" Bai Ying roared, his voice filled with resolve and madness. He suddenly swung his hand, and a powerful surge of Soul Power erupted from his body, forming a sharp wave of air that swept toward Tang San.

Tang San's figure swayed, and under Bai Ying's violent Soul Power attack, he was forced to retreat repeatedly. Determination flickered in his eyes, but his face gradually paled. Every collision with Bai Ying was like crashing into a towering mountain, and that sense of helplessness nearly swallowed him whole.

Even so, he did not give up. He gritted his teeth and held on, trying to use his own Soul Power to withstand Bai Ying's attacks. But Bai Ying's strength was far above his own. Every attack was as fierce as a raging storm, leaving Tang San struggling to defend himself.

Suddenly, Bai Ying let out a furious roar. His body transformed into a blur, and he appeared in front of Tang San in an instant. He threw a fierce punch, and his powerful Soul Power condensed into the shape of a fist that smashed toward Tang San.

Seeing the fist-shadow rushing toward him, a resolute glint flashed through Tang San's eyes. He took a deep breath and swiftly retreated, while his hands rapidly formed seals. In a low voice, he shouted, "First Spirit Skill, Entangling!"

As his shout fell, countless strands of Blue Silver Grass as thin as hair suddenly surged up around Tang San. The Blue Silver Grass moved through the air as if alive, swiftly wrapping around the fist-shadow and binding it tightly. Although Bai Ying's fist-shadow was powerful, it began to slow under the restraint of the Blue Silver Grass.

However, a disdainful smile appeared on Bai Ying's face. He snorted coldly and suddenly struggled, causing the Soul Power around him to erupt and scatter all the Blue Silver Grass wrapped around the fist-shadow.

The air was filled with tension. Tang San stared intently at Bai Ying, determination flickering in his eyes. He took a deep breath, as if he wanted to draw all the surrounding air into his body and build up strength for his coming counterattack.

Suddenly, Tang San's fifth Spirit Ring lit up. It was a deep blue, as if it contained the boundless power of the sea. Immediately afterward, a long spear condensed in Tang San's hand. The spear gleamed with a faint blue light and radiated a sharp aura. This was precisely his fifth Spirit Skill—Blue Silver Overlord Spear!

Seeing this, a trace of surprise flashed across Bai Ying's face, but he did not retreat. Instead, the battle intent in his eyes burned even hotter. His body blurred, and he appeared in front of Tang San like a ghost. His hand formed a claw as he viciously grabbed at Tang San's chest, the tips of his claws gleaming coldly as if they could tear through anything.

A ruthless glint flashed through Tang San's eyes. He knew how powerful this attack was and did not dare to be careless. He gripped the spear tightly, his body exploding forward as he thrust straight into Bai Ying's attack. The Blue Silver Overlord Spear tore through the air, its tip gleaming with a sharp chill as it stabbed directly at Bai Ying's throat.

However, Bai Ying seemed to have anticipated it. He twisted his body and somehow dodged Tang San's attack at an unbelievable angle. At the same time, his other hand had already become an iron fist, smashing toward Tang San's cheek with thunderous force.

"Bang!" A tremendous boom rang out, and even the air seemed to tremble. Tang San felt tremendous force crash into him, sending his entire body flying backward and slamming heavily into a nearby wall. His face burned with pain, and blood trickled from the corner of his mouth. When he looked up, Bai Ying had already vanished from where he stood, leaving only a fading afterimage in the air.

Tang Yuehua's voice rang out like a clear spring amid the tense atmosphere, filled with worry and helplessness. She hurried between the two and pressed one hand against Tang San's chest and the other against Bai Ying's, trying to calm the storm that was about to erupt.

"Enough. You two, stop fighting." Tang Yuehua's voice carried a hint of pleading. Her eyes remained fixed on them, afraid they might start fighting again.

Bai Ying took a deep breath, and the fury in his eyes gradually subsided. He glanced at Tang San, the corner of his mouth curling into a disdainful smile. "For Yuehua's sake, I'll let you off. Remember, I'm your uncle-in-law. Show me some respect from now on."

After saying this, he turned to Tang Yuehua, tenderness flooding his eyes once more. He gently took her hand, as if he wanted to pour all his gentleness into it. Their eyes met, and it seemed that the entire world had been reduced to just the two of them.

Tang San covered his burning cheek, blood still clinging to the corner of his mouth. His eyes were swollen and red, as if he had been stung by bees, and he looked utterly disheveled. He struggled to rise from the ground, swaying unsteadily, yet stubbornly lifted his head to look at Tang Yuehua, defiance flickering in his eyes.

"Aunt, you have to get justice for me!" Tang San's voice was weak, but his tone was filled with determination. His face was full of pain and grievance, yet his eyes shone like stars, revealing an unyielding fighting spirit.

Looking at Tang San's swollen, pig-like face, Tang Yuehua could not help feeling a stab of pain. She sighed softly, walked over to him, and gently patted his shoulder as she comforted him. "Xiao San, Bai Ying did hit you too hard, but you also need to understand that being weaker is simply a fact. If you want others to respect you, first make yourself stronger."

Tang San's heart tightened when he heard Tang Yuehua's words, and a trace of unwillingness flashed through his eyes. He raised his head and stared straight at Tang Yuehua. On his swollen face, his eyes gleamed with anger and resentment.

"Bah! Aunt, you're just taking your man's side!" Tang San's voice was hoarse, but the anger in it could not be concealed. He clenched his fists as if he wanted to concentrate all his fury into that one punch.

Looking at Tang San's furious appearance, Tang Yuehua sighed inwardly. She knew that her words might have caused Tang San to misunderstand. But in this family, strength reigned supreme, and she could not take either side.

At that moment, Bai Ying slowly emerged from the side. A mocking smile played across his face as he looked at Tang San. "That's right. Should I take your side instead? Kid, remember this: the world belongs to the strong. If you want respect, show us your strength."

Tang San's clenched fist trembled slightly as anger and resentment surged through his chest. He raised his head to look at Bai Ying, furious flames burning in his swollen eyes as if they might devour him.

"I'll go back and tell my father." Tang San's voice was hoarse but resolute. He turned to leave, but Bai Ying's contemptuous laughter stopped him in his tracks.

Bai Ying shook his head, a mocking smile hanging from his lips. "You couldn't beat me, so you ran home to call your parents? Hahaha, how laughable. Do you think I'll be afraid just because your father comes? Let me tell you, in this world, the bigger fist is the ultimate truth!"

He walked up to Tang San and looked down condescendingly at the boy, who was a head shorter than him. He continued to provoke him. "So what if you tell your father? Tell him to come. I'll still beat him until he's crawling on the ground!"

Tang Yuehua said sweetly, "Enough. You really did hit him too hard."

"I still think I went too easy on him. Just let me go to the Clear Sky Sect with you. I want to meet my brother-in-law, anyway."

Tang Yuehua said somewhat shyly, "Oh, you're just too impatient. Fine, I'll take you there!"

When Bai Ying heard Tang Yuehua's answer, a brilliant smile immediately bloomed across his face, as if spring sunlight had spread across the earth. He was so excited he nearly jumped for joy. He grabbed Tang Yuehua's hand and held it tightly, as if afraid she might change her mind.

He lowered his head to look at Tang Yuehua, deep tenderness and anticipation filling his eyes. He leaned toward her and gently pressed his lips to hers, as if the entire world had come to a halt. A blush spread across Tang Yuehua's face, and her eyes widened as if she could hardly believe what she was experiencing.

The people around them seemed to sense the intimate atmosphere and turned curious gazes their way. Tang Yuehua was so embarrassed that she nearly wanted to find a crack in the ground to hide in. She struggled gently, trying to break free from Bai Ying's embrace. However, Bai Ying seemed not to notice her resistance and continued holding her tightly, refusing to let go.

"This is so embarrassing. Let go of me!"

"Nope, I'm not letting go."