The Crown Prince Is Ill, Tang San Absorbs a Spirit Bone

Lin Hai was overjoyed to hear that Xue Ye hoped Xue Qinghe would marry Ye Lingling.

But on the surface, he maintained a serious expression. "This... happened quite suddenly."

Ye Yunyao nodded seriously and said, "Yes, this is probably related to the attack on Imperial Prince Xue Beng not long ago."

Lin Hai was taken aback. Was this blame being placed on him?

Then it dawned on him—

Of Xue Ye's four sons, two died, one was crippled, and only one remained who was celibate...

This is "Fear of Insufficient Descendants"!

"So, what do you think, Sister Yunyao?" Lin Hai asked casually, his eyes filled with concern.

Ye Yunyao didn't answer directly. Instead, she looked up at Lin Hai and asked, "What do you think? Tell me your opinion."

Lin Hai shook his head without hesitation, his tone firm. "I think this marriage is very inappropriate!"

"Given the current turbulent situation on the mainland, marrying into the royal family might not be a good choice. Moreover, the Crown Prince's reputation... is quite peculiar, and it's possible he has some hidden illness."

He was telling the whole truth: the Crown Prince was indeed ill, but it was a completely unfounded illness!

Then, against his conscience, he added, "If Ling Ling really has a child with the Crown Prince, what will happen to the Ye Family's lineage?"

"Years later, the Holy Healing Begonia might become the Xue Family's inherited Martial Soul."

Just kidding. Flame Water Jade and Ah Yin didn't resonate as expected, the most likely match for her now would be Ye Lingling, Bi Ji, or the Goddess of Life.

The goddess is too far away, and I can't reach her for the time being, but how could I let go of the person in front of me?

Besides, Qian Renxue has had a tough time, so let's not cause her any more trouble!

"I think similarly to you," Ye Yunyao agreed, then looked troubled and said:

"But the other party is, after all, royalty. Without a suitable reason, it might cause unnecessary trouble..."

She hesitated, looking at Lin Hai with a hint of expectation in her eyes, as if waiting for his response.

The two of them have a heart ailment that only needs a remedy right now!

"Haha! Sister Yunyao's business is my business!" Lin Hai laughed loudly, his tone relaxed and confident. "Just tell them that Ling Ling and I are in love and have already pledged our lives to each other."

"I have some connections with His Crown Prince, so they shouldn't make things difficult for me about this."

Ye Yunyao's cheeks flushed slightly upon hearing this, and she gave him a reproachful glare.

'What do you mean by "my business is your business"? That sounds like we're mutually in love...'

However, looking at Lin Hai's unparalleled appearance and temperament, she had to admit that if she had met such a man when she was young, she would definitely have been moved.

Women can be very lustful too.

Moreover, their feelings are often more easily transformed into love.

Their eyes met for a moment, and a subtle atmosphere filled the air.

In the end, Ye Yunyao gave in, turning around somewhat flusteredly, her tone tinged with a hint of coquettishness. "I... I'll go find Er Long first!"

After saying that, she hurriedly left, her skirt swaying gently with her movements...

In a secluded grove behind the Shrek Academy.

Tang San looked at the unkempt, unshaven man before him, his voice trembling with excitement:

"Dad?! What brings you here...? Your strength?"

He was in his room crafting Hidden Weapon when he suddenly received a telepathic message from Tang Hao, instructing him to immediately go to the back mountain.

He then searched around the house but couldn't find Tang Hao, which puzzled him greatly.

In the Douluo Continent, telepathic communication is not a particularly advanced skill; it can be used as long as one has sufficient control over their Soul Power.

However, being able to transmit sound over such a long distance is something that ordinary Soul Master cannot do.

Tang San thought about it all the way, but still couldn't figure it out:

Since Dad possesses such unfathomable strength, why does he choose to live in a small village?

Tang Hao patted his shoulder and said in a deep voice:

"Don't ask too many questions now. There are some things you're not qualified to know with your current strength. When the time is right, I will tell you everything."

After saying that, he took out a lead box from somewhere.

The moment the lid was opened, a dazzling blue-gold light flowed out.

A piece of Spirit Bone, entirely shimmering blue and containing specks of starlight, lay quietly inside, radiating an extremely strong Life force.

Tang Hao raised his hand, his fingertips gently stroking the surface of the Spirit Bone, a barely perceptible trace of sorrow and longing flashing in his eyes!

"Dad, this is... Spirit Bone?!" Tang San exclaimed in shock, his eyes fixed on the incomparably beautiful Spirit Bone, his breathing becoming rapid.

Tang Hao snapped out of his thoughts and nodded, "That's right. Your teacher must have explained the relevant knowledge about Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast to you in detail, right?"

Tang San nodded hurriedly, his heart pounding faster than usual.

Tang Hao said with a hint of reminiscence, "Some Soul Beast are extremely weak at first, but they can continuously evolve during the long growth process."

"For example, Blue Silver Grass will evolve into Blue Silver Emperor after cultivating for 100,000 years."

"After evolution, it is not only extremely powerful, but also unique. There will only be one emperor among the Blue Silver Grass Clan on the entire continent."

He solemnly handed the lead box to Tang San and said earnestly:

"This is the 100,000-year-old right leg Spirit Bone produced by the Blue Silver Emperor. You should absorb it as soon as possible! It can bring you great benefits and greatly enhance your strength."

Tang San was overjoyed. His hands trembled slightly as he accepted the lead box, feeling the immense energy contained within, and his heart was filled with excitement.

For so long, his cultivation level has always been suppressed by his peers, one after another... it seems like they keep coming!

Now, the time has finally come for Tang San to rise to power!

Half an hour later, Tang San slowly opened his eyes, his gaze filled with confusion and bewilderment.

Tang Hao, who had been standing by the side, was equally bewildered.

The father and son, their voices heavy with surprise, asked in unison, "It's already absorbed?"

Tang Hao hurriedly stepped forward and asked anxiously, "Xiao San, what's the situation with your Soul Power? Why didn't I sense your breakthrough?"

Tang San focused his mind on sensing his own condition, his face gradually turning pale, and even fine beads of sweat appeared on his forehead.

His voice trembled as he spoke, utterly distraught:

"Dad... my Soul Power ... is still level 33, it has increased... by about half a level."

"Moreover, this Spirit Bone... isn't some 100,000-year-old right leg bone, but rather... but rather..."

Anger began to surge in Tang Hao's eyes, and he demanded sharply, "What is it?! Speak!"

Tang San lowered his head, not daring to look his father in the eye. "It's a piece of the Thousand-year Blue Silver Grass Torso Bone!"

Tang Hao's face was filled with disbelief. He staggered back two steps, muttering to himself, "A thousand years... a torso bone? How is this possible?!"

He glared at Tang San, his eyes blazing with fury:

"Absolutely impossible! That was you..."

In a fit of anger, Tang Hao almost revealed Ah Yin's affair, but then he exhaled and said:

"The Life force contained in this Spirit Bone can only be found in Spirit Bone that are over ten thousand years old. How could it be Thousand-Year Soul Bone!"

Tang San didn't want to contradict his father, but the facts were undeniable, and he had no choice but to bite the bullet and explain:

"Dad, the information the Spirit Bone is giving me... it is indeed a Thousand Year Trunk Bone."

"What is that Soul Bone Skill?" Tang Hao asked, suppressing his anger, his voice trembling slightly.