Blue Silver Enfeoffed as King! Tang San's Brother!

Heaven Dou City.

The main thoroughfare was deserted today.

It was not due to desolation.

Rather, it was because everyone had flocked to the plaza in front of the imperial palace.

It was a sea of people.

The cheers were like a tsunami, wave after wave, shaking the glazed tiles of the palace until they trembled.

Emperor Xue Ye of the Empire, dressed in a bright yellow dragon robe, looked radiant.

He stood upon the high platform, his hands resting on the white jade railing, his posture upright.

Half a step to his side.

Crown Prince Xue Qinghe stood respectfully.

Hidden beneath this gentle and refined exterior was the soul of Qian Renxue, the Young Master of Martial Soul Hall.

Her gaze was cast toward the end of the imperial road in the distance.

A torrent of steel was slowly approaching from there.

The person in the lead.

He was clad in a full suit of blue-gold battle armor, shimmering with brilliant light, every scale seemingly imbued with vigorous vitality.

Between his legs, he rode a ten-thousand-year Soul Beast warhorse known as a "Cloud-Treading Beast."

The warhorse was snow-white all over, its four hooves stirring the wind, looking exceptionally majestic.

The young man on the horse's back had a face of extreme handsomeness.

His features were like the most perfect carving from the heavens.

Yet, the aura he exuded was not one of weakness.

It was a domineering spirit that looked down upon the world.

His name was Tang Yuan.

The youngest King by Other Surname in the Empire.

Only sixteen years old.

A Titled Douluo.

His title: Blue Silver King.

Tang Yuan pulled on the reins, and the warhorse let out a high-pitched neigh, its front hooves rising high before landing steadily.

The army behind him obeyed orders with absolute discipline, coming to an instant halt with a uniform, muffled thud.

The earth itself seemed to tremble.

Tang Yuan looked at the towering imperial palace before him.

He was not as calm on the inside as he appeared on the surface.

Sixteen years.

He had reached this point today entirely by risking his life.

Who could have imagined that this world-renowned Blue Silver King was actually the biological son of Clear Sky Douluo Tang Hao?

The older brother of that future Son of the Plane, Tang San.

Tang Yuan was exactly ten years older than Tang San.

Back when Tang Yuan awakened his Martial Soul.

Blue Silver Grass.

His Innate Soul Power was low.

Tang Yuan still remembered clearly the disappointment and disgust in Tang Hao's eyes when he looked at that weak stalk of Blue Silver Grass.

That man, who spent his days drowning in alcohol, felt that Tang Yuan was unworthy of being his son.

He was even a disgrace.

What Tang Yuan could not let go of even more was that Tang Hao had deceived his mother, Ah Yin, for the sake of that one hundred-thousand-year soul ring.

In the end, he had even abandoned him as a young child in the wilderness, leaving him to fend for himself.

If not for Tang Yuan's luck, he would have long since become rotting meat in the belly of a wild dog.

Tang Yuan looked at his own palms.

Who said Blue Silver Grass was a trash Martial Soul?

He refused to believe it.

He took a different path, specializing in the lineage of life.

He had forcibly evolved that trash Martial Soul into the Blue Silver Emperor.

Life System Soul Ring.

As long as there was a single breath left, he could recover instantly.

He could even bring the dead back to life.

The elite force behind him, known as the "Undying Army," was the best proof of this.

The battle at the border of the Star Luo Empire had just concluded.

Tang Yuan led three thousand of the Undying Army to clash head-on against thirty thousand elite White Tiger Guards of the Star Luo Empire.

He slaughtered them until not a single piece of armor remained.

That battle.

The name of Tang Yuan resounded throughout the continent.

Emperor Xue Ye laughed as he walked down from the high platform, disregarding imperial dignity to take a few steps forward to greet him.

Xue Qinghe followed behind.

She looked at Tang Yuan on horseback, a glimmer of brilliance flashing deep within her eyes.

Such a figure.

If he could be recruited into the Martial Soul Hall, he might well become a great asset to her.

Perhaps even more.

In her heart, she felt an unprecedented sense of admiration for this Titled Douluo who was even younger than herself.

"..."

Tang Yuan vaulted off his horse.

His movements were fluid and natural.

He did not perform the grand kowtow, merely bowing slightly.

This was a special honor granted by Emperor Xue Ye himself.

Emperor Xue Ye personally held up a crown inlaid with blue sapphires.

This was the crown of a prince.

In the Heaven Dou Empire, apart from members of the Imperial Family, no one with a different surname had ever received such an honor.

The crown rested on his head, heavy and substantial.

This meant that from this moment on, Tang Yuan possessed the same authority as a prince of the Imperial Family within the Heaven Dou Empire.

The awarding ceremony lasted for two full hours.

Gold Soul Coins, fiefdoms, and spirit bones.

Emperor Xue Ye was not stingy in the slightest.

It was not until the sun set that this grand welcoming ceremony finally came to an end.

Tang Yuan returned to the Prince's Mansion granted by the empire.

The sprawling residence was extremely luxurious.

But he dismissed all the maids and servants.

He sat alone in the armchair in his study.

The clamor outside the window gradually faded away.

Tang Yuan poured himself a cup of tea.

The tea was slightly cool.

His heart was as still as water.

The so-called glory was, in his eyes, nothing more than passing smoke.

In his mind, that small, alcohol-scented hut appeared once again.

And that Younger Brother he had never met, Tang San.

Calculating the time.

Tang San should be six years old this year.

Tang Hao.

If you knew that the eldest son you threw away like trash back then is now a Titled Douluo.

What kind of expression would you have?

Would you regret your decision back then?

A cold smirk appeared on the corner of Tang Yuan's mouth.

Just then.

A mechanical voice suddenly rang out in his mind.

"Ding! Host's emotional fluctuations detected. Disciple-Reforming System awakening."

"Current main quest released: Take Tang San as a disciple."

"Quest objective: Reverse Tang San's hypocritical, selfish, and double-standard persona, and cultivate him into an upright, kind, and noble-minded young man."

Tang Yuan's hand holding the teacup paused slightly.

A system?

It had arrived at just the right time.

Take Tang San as a disciple?

And transform him into a model youth?

A playful smile appeared on Tang Yuan's face.

This quest was interesting.

In the original trajectory, Tang San was a textbook egoist.

On the surface, he respected his teachers and preached benevolence and morality.

In reality, he was vengeful and ruthless.

Reversing such a personality would be no easy feat.

However.

Since the system had issued the quest, he might as well play along.

Tang Yuan immediately began calculating the timeline in his mind.

Tang San was six years old.

According to the original timeline, he should have just left Saint Soul Village by now.

He was either on his way to Nuoding Junior Soul Master Academy.

Or he had already arrived.

Tang Yuan frowned slightly.

If Tang San had already entered Nuoding Academy.

Then he would inevitably encounter that fame-seeking Master, Yu Xiaogang.

That good-for-nothing who only knew how to talk on paper.

According to the original trajectory, Yu Xiaogang would trick Tang San into going to the Soul Hunting Forest.

He even wanted Tang San to absorb a Ten-Year Lone Bamboo as his first soul ring.

Although he ended up absorbing a Mandala Snake by a stroke of luck.

But now that Tang Yuan had arrived.

Under the butterfly effect, who knew what might go wrong.

If he really let Yu Xiaogang ruin Tang San's potential.

Then this system quest would become difficult to complete.

He had to stop it.

Tang Yuan set down his teacup.

The bottom of the cup made a crisp sound against the tabletop.

The shadows in the corner of the study rippled.

A man dressed in black knelt on one knee.

A powerful aura of a seven-ring Soul Saint radiated from his body.

This was Tang Yuan's Chief Guard, Ying Qi.

Tang Yuan's voice was calm.

"Convey my Royal Decree."

"Mobilize the Blue Silver Prince's Royal Guard and depart immediately."

"Target: Nuoding Junior Soul Master Academy."

"Surround the entire academy for me."

"Without my order, do not let a single fly escape."