376 The Pain of Losing a Child

"Brother, that's enough. This medicine isn't an antidote; taking more won't help."

Tang Yin shook him off and shoved the pill into Tang Xiao's mouth. "This is Divine Medicine, a Divine Medicine that can bring the dead back to life. That's how I survived, and Xiao'er can too..."

His words caught in his throat as Tang Xiao stopped breathing.

The tent was deathly silent.

Tang Yin knelt by the bed, holding Tang Xiao's cold hands in his own, his forehead pressed against the back of his son's hands.

The First Elder turned his face away, Second Elder closed his eyes, sighing repeatedly.

Just then, the tent flap was lifted, and Xiao Wu walked in barefoot.

Xue Ye followed behind her with his head bowed.

Tang Yin suddenly raised his head, scrambling to Xiao Wu feet and crashing his forehead against the muddy ground. "Master, please save Xiao'er!"

"You can save me from the brink of death, so you can definitely save him too. Please, I beg you, I'm begging you."

The First Elder also took a step forward, anxiously asking, "Master, why isn't this medicine working on Tang Xiao?"

"Yes, and this medicine is so potent. My elder brother had already died, but he came back to life after taking it. Why didn't it work for Xiao'er?"

"I can't help you." Xiao Wu's voice was calm, without the slightest ripple. "This medicine can't cure the poison, and its toxicity is so strong that it directly attacks the divine consciousness. There was still hope before the poison took effect, but now the poison has permeated the internal organs and the Spiritual Origin. Even a god couldn't save you."

Tang Yin knelt on the ground, feeling as if his spine had been removed. "Then why... why was I able to survive back then?"

"Because you died of natural causes, and your bodily functions were declining."

"The pill unleashed your body's potential, allowing you to break through to level ninety-nine and extend your lifespan, thus bringing you back to life."

"But your son is different. He was poisoned."

Tang Yin collapsed to the ground.

One moment he was sending his youngest son Tang Hao, away, and the next he was watching helplessly as his eldest son Tang Xiao, died of poison right before his eyes.

One of her two sons died by Qian Xunji's sword, and the other by the poison from the Spirit Hall.

And he had nothing left...

"The Spirit Hall!"

Tang Yin suddenly scrambled to his feet, his eyes bloodshot, his body writhing with dark energy. "I'll fight you to the death!"

After yelling, he turned and was about to rush out.

"Stop."

Xiao Wu walked up to Tang Yin, her blood-red eyes coldly fixed on him. "Rushing out now will only lead to your death."

"Angel and light completely counter your dark nature. Haven't you had enough of the daytime?"

Tang Yin was trembling all over, his fists clenched so tightly his knuckles cracked, but he didn't take the next step.

Xiao Wu turned around, her voice calm yet icy. "Tonight, I'll do it myself."

Upon hearing this, a crack appeared in Tang Yin's eyes, revealing his rationality beneath the madness. "You... you really did it yourself?"

"Yes, I thought a few dogs like you could take over Spirit City, but it turns out you're all useless idiots."

"Two fell in a single exchange, and the remaining two couldn't even kill the hem of Qian Xunji's clothes."

"Once I have killed Qian Xunji and his son Qian Daoliu, you can launch a full-scale attack."

"Without the two of them, Spirit City is like a toothless tiger."

Xue Ye stood to the side with his head bowed. After hesitating for a moment, he said, "Master, there is something I don't understand."

"Explain."

"Why was Pope Bibi Dong not seen on the battlefield today, from beginning to end?"

"She is one of the Spirit Hall's strongest fighters, yet she hasn't shown up during such a major battle. Could there be a trap?"

"If we haven't found her, we'll search for her after we conquer Spirit City. Once we find her, we'll extract her Soul Ring."

Xue Ye pressed on, "Master, why are you so obsessed with her Soul Ring?"

Xiao Wu gave him a cold look. "Why ask so many questions?"

He lowered his head in the Xue Ye, not daring to utter another word.

The night was as dark as ink, and in Spirit City, the doors and windows of the Qian Family were tightly shut, and the streets and alleys were deserted. Only the golden glow of the Bright Lamp spread out a warm area of light in the darkness.

In the distance, the Black Mist continued to churn outside the Light Barrier, like a ferocious beast that had temporarily retreated but could pounce again at any moment.

Qian Xunji walked out of Bibi Xi's house, and Qian Renxue followed behind him, squeezing out and grabbing his sleeve, looking up at him.

"Dad, I want to go with you."

"I am now the Soul King, I can help you too."

"No."

He turned to look at his daughter, his expression more serious than ever before.

Do you know how many people died on the city wall every minute today?

"Your uncle fell right in front of you, you saw it clearly. What do you think Soul King could do on that kind of battlefield?"

Qian Renxue bit her lower lip. "I can protect myself. I have the Eight-Winged Angel Martial Soul, and I have Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Ring."

"You have Eight-Winged Angel Martial Soul, and your uncle was Soul Douluo, yet he fell on the battlefield today."

"So I can't take you to the battlefield anymore, and I can't let your mother come out of the pass to find her daughter gone."

"But what if Mom finds you injured after she comes out of quarantine? What if she finds out...?"