Qing Luan's Visit
After a long while, Tang San stood up, took a deep look at his mother, and turned to leave with his master.
When the master and apprentice returned to their courtyard in Heaven Dou City, it was already afternoon.
As soon as Tang San entered the courtyard, he noticed several gazes fixed on him.
Oscar leaned against a pillar, his peach blossom eyes slightly narrowed as he scrutinized Tang San's expression.
Ma Hongjun stood beside him, a hint of worry on his chubby face.
Even the usually carefree Xiao Wu was now sitting quietly on the steps, looking at Tang San without saying a word.
Because Mo Xuan deeply felt the gap in talent between them, he usually received training from Fu Zhi in the backyard.
They had all noticed Tang San's low spirits these past few days.
Ma Hongjun, who is usually the most talkative, has been unusually quiet these past few days, not joining in the playful banter.
Oscar just watched from afar, without making any jokes as usual.
They all knew that something must have happened for Tang San to return to Holy Soul Village this time.
But since Tang San didn't say, they didn't ask.
Tang San met their gazes and felt a surge of warmth in his heart.
He tugged at the corners of his mouth, revealing a smile:
Why are you all staring at me?
Ma Hongjun scratched his head, chuckled twice, and didn't reply.
Oscar shrugged, feigning nonchalance:
"It's nothing, I'm just glad to see you back."
Xiao Wu stood up, skipped over, and hugged Tang San's arm.
"Third Brother, you're back! Have you eaten yet?"
Tang San nodded with a smile:
"Have eaten."
After exchanging a few more casual words, the group dispersed.
Night fell.
Tang San returned to his room and sat on the edge of the bed, but the image of his mother gently swaying in the Ice and Fire Yin Yang Well still lingered in his mind.
As he was thinking this, the door was suddenly pushed open.
Tang San looked up and saw Xiao Wu standing timidly in front of the door, holding a quilt.
The moonlight shone on her, making her pretty face appear exceptionally soft.
Seeing Tang San looking over, Xiao Wu's eyes crinkled into a sweet smile:
"Third Brother, let's sleep together tonight!"
Tang San was taken aback, then quickly shook his head and refused:
"No, Xiao Wu, how old are you? How can you..."
Xiao Wu frowned and said in a sweet voice:
"Oh, what are you afraid of! We used to sleep together back in Nuoding City, didn't we?"
As she spoke, she completely ignored Tang San's excuses, and walked in carrying the quilt, spreading it on Tang San's bed.
Then she took off her shoes, darted into bed, leaving only her head peeking out, smiling at Tang San:
"Third Brother, come quick!"
Tang San looked at her face, which was filled with a sly smile, and sighed helplessly.
He stood up, walked over, and sat down on the edge of the bed.
Xiao Wu moved over a bit, making room for him, then reached out and tugged at his sleeve, asking softly:
"Third Brother, is something on your mind?"
Tang San paused for a moment, then shook his head:
"No."
"Liar." Xiao Wu pouted. "You haven't said much or smiled these past few days. Fatty and the others are afraid to mess with you anymore."
She paused, then buried her face further into the blanket, leaving only her bright, sparkling eyes visible.
"Third Brother, if you have anything on your mind, you can tell me. Although I can't be of much help, it's always good to listen."
Looking into her sincere eyes, Tang San felt a warm current surge in his heart.
He raised his hand and gently rubbed Xiao Wu's head:
"Okay. Go to sleep."
Xiao Wu smiled, her eyes crinkling, and obediently closed them.
Moonlight streamed through the window, illuminating the two of them.
Tang San leaned against the headboard, looking at Xiao Wu's peaceful sleeping face, and the chaotic thoughts in his heart seemed to gradually calm down.
Mother is recovering.
My friends are by my side.
He was already very content with this fate.
After leaving the Crown Prince's East Palace, the Azure Luan Douluo's figure disappeared into the night, silently slipping out of the Heaven Dou Imperial City.
He did not return to Spirit City immediately, but stopped on a high slope outside the city, stood with his hands behind his back, and recalled the information that Qian Renxue had just told him.
According to Snake Lance Douluo's calculations, the target named Fu Shiyan's current Soul Power Level is very likely to be a high-level Soul Douluo, or even Titled Douluo.
Thinking of this, Azure Luan Douluo couldn't help but chuckle softly, shaking his head with a touch of self-deprecation.
A twenty-one-year-old Titled Douluo?
He banished the absurd idea from his mind.
How could that be?
It is simply impossible for anyone in this world to reach the level of Titled Douluo at the age of twenty-one.
Even Pope Bibi Dong, who broke through to the title in her thirties, was already hailed as a genius that comes along only once in a millennium.
Even the eldest brother, Qian Daoliu, is far from reaching the threshold of being granted a title at this age.
Twenty-one years old, Soul Douluo? Titled Douluo?
It was simply that they used some special Soul Tool to conceal their aura, or used other methods to interfere with the Snake Lance Douluo's investigation.
At the age of twenty-something, no matter how outstanding one's talent may be, how outstanding can it really be?
Azure Luan Douluo shook his head slightly, no longer thinking about it. With a swift movement, he transformed into a streak of azure light and sped towards the courtyard in Heaven Dou City.
The next morning, before the mist had completely dissipated, the courtyard was shrouded in tranquility.
Tang San had already packed up and was waiting in the courtyard, while Xiao Wu had already returned to her room.
He was filled with anticipation as he prepared to Ice and Fire Yin Yang Well again.
Fu Shiyan walked out of the main house, about to call Tang San to set off, but suddenly stopped in her tracks.
His gaze sharpened slightly, then he turned to look at Tang San, his tone unusually grave:
"Xiao San, you go back first."
Tang San was taken aback and subconsciously wanted to ask a question, but he met Fu Shiyan's calm yet unquestionable eyes.
He didn't ask any more questions, just nodded, turned around and quickly retreated back into the house.
What could elicit such an expression from the master was no small matter.
He would only be a burden if he stayed outside.
Only Fu Shiyan remained in the courtyard.
He didn't move, but stood quietly in place, his gaze slowly shifting to that seemingly ordinary corner in front of him, and said in a calm voice:
"Sir, shouldn't you come out now?"
The words had barely left his mouth.
A figure in cyan robes suddenly emerged from the corner like Gui Mei and landed steadily about ten feet in front of Fu Shiyan.
It was none other than the Azure Luan Douluo.
His gaze fell on Fu Shiyan, sizing up the young man.
Silver hair, black clothes, handsome face, and a restrained aura.
She certainly looked to be in her early twenties, just as Xiao Xue had said.
However, he couldn't sense the other party's Soul Power Level!
Of course, in his view, perhaps some covert means were used.
Therefore, Azure Luan Douluo didn't take it too seriously.
He took a step and slowly walked towards Fu Shiyan.
With each step he took, the Soul Power fluctuations around him, befitting a level 97 Titled Douluo, intensified, and an invisible pressure enveloped Fu Shiyan like a tidal wave.
step.
Two steps.
Three steps.
The oppressive force grew increasingly heavy, enough to make even an ordinary Soul Saint gasp for breath.
However, Fu Shiyan stood still, completely motionless.
His face was expressionless, as calm as if he were facing not a level 97 Titled Douluo, but just an ordinary passerby.
The oppressive aura descended upon him like a gentle breeze sweeping across a mountain, leaving no trace.
The Azure Luan Douluo stopped in front of him, a barely perceptible glint of something unusual flashing in his eyes.
He stared at Fu Shiyan and asked:
"You're Fu Shiyan?"