"Ha!"
Tang San was stunned for a moment. Then his heart began pounding violently. He said nothing, simply staring at the three Immortal Herbs his father had picked.
"Gulp!"
"Gulp!"
"Gulp!"
Tang Chen looked over. His expression softened as he gently stroked the Immortal Herb in his hand.
He had wanted to tell his son about the matter of the herbs, perhaps even come clean about his past life and his origins. But he didn't want to involve Xiao San in the chaos so early.
After a long while, Tang Chen finally looked at Tang San and said with a sigh, "Xiao San, these are the herbs you wanted..."
Tang San: "???"
Of course, Tang Chen hadn't prepared himself for the shock of telling his son the truth so soon.
On the second day after Tang Chen's death, Luo Mo had been lost in thought by the stove.
The idea was simply too wonderful.
It could absorb Soul Power and strengthen spiritual power.
Compared with Tang San's Mysterious Heaven Skill and the Purple Demon Eye, it was naturally inferior. But it was far better than the meditation method commonly used across the continent.
Luo Mo lay down and glanced back at Xiao Wu, who was sleeping on the other side of the bed. His mouth twitched.
He'd only meant to put her on the floor.
He hadn't expected her to sneak into his bed in the middle of the night.
He'd thought Xiao Wu was planning to use him as a "free pillow." As a result, he'd spent the entire night on guard.
Just then, a deep voice entered his mind.
"You brat. You've been meditating for a whole night. Aren't you tired?"
"Those with ability do more," Luo Mo replied, feeling a little embarrassed. After washing up, he started another day's training.
Whether it was Soul Power, spiritual power, or physical strength, he had to work on all three. And he had to push himself hard.
After finishing his exercises, he headed over to Tang San's home as usual.
There was Tang San, sparring with Tang Hao.
Well, Tang Hao was back.
Was that because he'd sensed the Soul Beast Aura on Tang San?
"Ah, ah, ah!"
Who knew what expression Tang Hao had made at that moment?
Luo Mo could only stare blankly. He had no idea what was going on.
He felt deeply aggrieved. He'd have to improve the range of his spiritual perception as soon as possible.
"Hey, Uncle Hao. You're back," Luo Mo said with a smile, stepping forward to greet him.
Tang Hao glanced at Luo Mo and ignored him. He watched Tang San's movements, then gave a brief nod. "Not bad."
Seeing this, Luo Mo was delighted. He silently opened the jade-like eyes of his Purple Demon Eye and examined Tang San's movements.
His spiritual perception was also being used.
Now, the only thing he was hiding was the fact that he was an ordinary tenth-rank Soul Master. The auras of his Soul Rings and Soul Bones were concealed, and he could even hide any unusual fluctuations in his Soul Power.
Even a Titled Douluo wouldn't see through it.
It wasn't that spiritual perception had too many bugs. Rather, in this era, spiritual power cultivation methods hadn't become widespread, so the spiritual power of nearly all Soul Masters was quite ordinary.
Even the spiritual perception of a Soul Douluo could only exert the might of a hundred-year Soul Ring. And even that spiritual power came from years of painstaking cultivation.
"Oh?"
Luo Mo's gaze suddenly fell on the flowerpot on the left windowsill.
There was nothing special about the flowerpot.
The thin layer of soil in it was ordinary Immortal Herb soil, too.
But under his keen observation, golden lines glimmered on the grass.
"Could it be... the Emperor...?" Luo Mo's pupils narrowed slightly.
But he immediately put on a curious expression, as if he'd just noticed something strange.
"Hm? Is that Tang San's?"
Tang Hao followed Luo Mo's gaze to the Immortal Herb on the windowsill.
He had thought that since Luo Mo had mentioned the Man-Faced Demon Spider's torso bone, Tang Chen must have realized that place was no longer safe and hurried back home.
Luo Mo looked at Tang Hao. "Ah, the herb was actually left behind. But do you think there might still be traces of its source left in it?"
"I suppose. Are you planning to absorb the Wood of Life properties within it?"
Tang Hao remembered that the lunatic had once absorbed the icy properties of its Wood of Life.
"Oh."
"But I doubt you'll be able to get a Soul Ring out of it right now."
"I'm a good person. I don't go around killing people. Besides, I'm too lazy to go looking for trouble."
At first, Tang Hao had thought Luo Mo was being modest. But what kind of good person was he, really?
Only now did he understand. He was the kind who put the four words "good person" last.
"So, you owe Tang San a favor?"
"I don't owe him one yet. I'll owe him soon enough."
After watching Tang San finish sparring, Luo Mo put away his Purple Demon Eye. He chatted with Tang Hao and his son for a few moments, then turned and left.
When they watched Luo Mo disappear into the distance, Tang San looked at Tang Hao in confusion. "Dad, Luo Mo usually runs off whenever you start sparring with me. I suspect he was sneaking a look."
"Hmph. Do you think you can learn the Mysterious Heaven Skill just by watching?"
Tang Hao didn't seem to care. "Besides, even if he did learn it, so what? A basic movement skill isn't anything special. And with the Clear Sky Hammer, he couldn't bring out much power anyway."
"It's better to count him as a friend. He's Innate Full Spirit Power, after all. If you're friends, then you'll have someone with an Immortal Herb..."
Perhaps he could become a help to you.
Tang Hao said nothing more.
Tang San was thoughtful, seemingly lost in contemplation.
On the other side, Luo Mo was grinning from ear to ear as he walked home.
He'd got it! He'd got it!
He'd actually managed to find a loophole in Tang San's cultivation!
Just as Tang Hao had said, the Hammer Technique relied on brute force. That was why Tang San's Soul Power flowed without the slightest bit of obstruction.
Otherwise, with his current level of cultivation, he wouldn't have been able to use the jade-like eyes of his Purple Demon Eye so smoothly.
When he got home, Luo Mo went straight to his room. He'd had a good wash, and the clothes he'd worn yesterday had been cleaned and hung out to dry.
From the kitchen came the sound of a knife chopping vegetables. It seemed someone was cooking downstairs.
Luo Mo headed to the kitchen and saw Xiao Wu busying herself there.
Not just one dish—she was making a whole pile.
A nearby table was covered with seven or eight plates, each holding a different kind of carrot dish: carrot salad, carrot soup, carrot pancakes, carrot stew, carrot stir-fry, carrot braised with meat, carrot and mushroom soup...
"What are you doing?" Luo Mo asked, his face darkening.
"Ah!"
Xiao Wu jumped in fright and nearly cut her finger.
She quickly put down the knife, rubbed her little hands together, and said in a soft, guilty voice, "I wanted to make you breakfast."
Luo Mo's face darkened even further. "You call a whole table of carrots breakfast?"
"I only know how to make these..."
"Where did all the carrots come from?"
"I got them from the rice shop and the neighbors..."
"Then why are they all raw?"
"I don't know how to start a fire..."
Luo Mo: "..."
"Hahahahaha..." Even Q Version Heaven was about to die laughing inside the sea of spiritual perception.
"Keep the carrots for yourself. If you can't finish them, I'll eat the Spicy Rabbit Head."
Luo Mo tossed out that threat, then chased Xiao Wu and her carrots out of the kitchen.
He'd have to cook for himself.
Start a fire, wash the rice, steam it, peel and chop potatoes, chop green peppers, then stir-fry the meat—the chores were complicated and exhausting.
It wasn't exactly delicious, either, but at least it filled his stomach.
As he worked, Luo Mo, who'd been forced to give up half his bed, wondered if there was some way to gain a huge amount of favor in a short time.
And without having to put anything in himself.
That was...
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