The Madam Seems Quite Impatient Too

As he stepped deeper into the cave, Lin Nuo looked around with great interest.

Rough excavation marks covered the rock walls, clearly the handiwork of that Tang Hao.

Yet the farther he went, the more the cold, damp smell of mildew stung his nose.

Even without having studied agriculture, forestry, animal husbandry, or fishing, Lin Nuo knew the basic fact that plants needed sunlight.

"Planting a blade of grass in a cave that never sees daylight... Could the truth behind the Blue Silver Emperor's sacrifice really be like those unofficial histories of Douluo Continent claimed?"

Back then, in order to create another Peak Douluo with a Hundred-Thousand-Year ninth Soul Ring, the Clear Sky Sect had hoped that person could break through his limits and reach the realm of Tang Chen, the pinnacle of humanity, then lead the sect in suppressing Spirit Hall.

So after Tang Hao's father had spoken with Tang Hao, he turned around and anonymously delivered Ah Yin's whereabouts straight onto former Pope Qian Xunji's desk?

That was how the classic spectacle of a beloved wife sacrificing herself came about.

Now that he had inspected the place in person, Lin Nuo realized that Tang Hao's calculations were likely far more extensive than that.

According to the rules of Douluo Continent, the stronger the bloodlines of both parents, the higher the quality of their martial soul inheritance.

Tang Hao was a genius seen only once in a century, while Ah Yin was a Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast who had taken human form. Their child's talent would undoubtedly be absurdly powerful.

But there was a problem: only one Blue Silver Emperor with such a supreme bloodline could exist in any given era.

Lin Nuo had every reason to suspect that Tang Hao feared the tyrannical bloodline of the Blue Silver Emperor would take the lead when his son's martial soul awakened.

Since the Blue Silver Emperor had entered the Tang Clan, it had to remain firmly under the Tang Clan's control, and its inheritor could only be Tang San.

That was why he had deliberately thrown Ah Yin, who had reverted to a seed, into this lightless dump and left her to fend for herself, suppressing her growth.

As for whether there had truly been love between those two?

Perhaps there had been a little.

But before the sect's interests, carved into Tang Hao's very bones, even his supposedly beloved wife had to take a step back.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk. What a miserable little grass."

Lin Nuo shook his head and clicked his tongue as he continued onward through the winding passage.

Before long, his view suddenly opened up, and he arrived in a massive stone chamber bearing obvious signs of artificial excavation.

A weak beam of light poured down from overhead, striking precisely at the center of the chamber.

Lin Nuo looked up and saw that a hole the size of a bowl had been forcibly chiseled into the high ceiling.

Sunlight could only slant in through that cramped passage, illuminating tiny motes of dust dancing in the cold, damp air.

Following the descending beam of light, Lin Nuo lowered his gaze.

There, a small mound of earth about half a meter high rose in lonely isolation.

A slender blue-gold blade of grass was struggling to spread its leaves, greedily absorbing that tiny, pitiful scrap of sunlight.

The Soul Beast world had always placed bloodlines above all else, and higher bloodlines naturally suppressed lower ones.

Lin Nuo deliberately let out a trace of the cold aura belonging to the apex predator, the Death Spider Emperor.

The Blue Silver Grass, which had been faintly stretching its leaves a moment ago, instantly curled up like a startled quail, its blades trembling uncontrollably.

"Madam, don't be afraid."

Lin Nuo crouched down, a gentle smile like a spring breeze on his face.

"Since Lin has taken your fortune, then from now on, Madam's enemies are Lin's enemies.

Anyone who has harmed Madam, Lin will absolutely not spare a single one."

"Of course, Lin has always been a reasonable man.

If Madam disagrees, you may speak up and stop me now.

If you say nothing, Lin will take it as Madam's consent."

Ah Yin, in her Seed of Life state, was naturally not without consciousness; she was simply far too weak.

Now, struck by the terrifying aura of a superior being emanating from Lin Nuo, she immediately regained awareness.

When she heard Lin Nuo's shameless words, Ah Yin felt as if her entire being had gone wrong.

Unable to make a sound, she could only desperately sway her slender leaves in frantic resistance, every vein filled with refusal.

"See? I knew Madam was understanding and righteous.

Those leaves are shaking so eagerly. It seems Madam can't wait to join Lin in admiring the splendor of this prosperous age."

Lin Nuo sighed and put on an expression of compassionate sorrow.

"With such enthusiasm, it truly is difficult for Lin to refuse."

Through Ah Yin's hazy perception, this smiling human approaching her was even more terrifying than the fiercest Soul Beast.

Every step he took was like the Grim Reaper stepping on her faint heartbeat.

Lin Nuo stopped before the mound and, without the slightest tenderness, reached out and yanked up the faintly glowing Blue Silver Emperor by its roots, casually brushing the dirt from them.

Originally, Lin Nuo had planned to directly devour and refine the Blue Silver Emperor's Seed of Life.

But on second thought, his martial soul attribute and the Blue Silver Emperor's pure Life attribute were fundamentally incompatible.

On Douluo Continent, the only one who could probably make a miracle out of utter incompatibility was that Scourge of the Undead ten thousand years in the future.

If he forcibly consumed it now, there was no telling what adverse effects might result.

"Forget it. I'll make plans slowly once I reach Heaven Dou City."

Lin Nuo stuffed Ah Yin's Seed of Life into a small flowerpot he had prepared in advance, wrapped it securely, and casually tucked it against the back of his waist.

Having packed up the Tang Clan's madam, Lin Nuo turned to handle serious business.

He had not forgotten that the true opportunity was still here.

Lin Nuo searched around, roughly scraping aside the thick moss covering the rock surfaces, until his gaze finally locked onto a tiny protrusion that was slightly lighter in color.

"It was hidden quite deeply."

Without the slightest hesitation, Lin Nuo brought his five fingers together, mobilized the surging Soul Power in his body, and struck the protrusion with a clean, decisive palm.

Bang—

Amid the dull impact, the heavy rock wall gave a faint shudder.

Immediately afterward, a crisp click of interlocking mechanisms sounded overhead.

As fragments of stone and dust rained down, a hidden compartment suddenly split open at the top of the wall.

An ancient black wooden box slid out and crashed heavily at Lin Nuo's feet, kicking up a visible ring of dust.

Staring at the unremarkable black box on the ground, Lin Nuo could no longer conceal the burning heat and greed in his eyes.

He hurried forward two steps.

Click.

The crisp sound of the clasp springing open was like a thunderclap in the deathly silent stone chamber.

The instant the lid opened, there were no flashy effects, only an immense Life fluctuation so vast it was suffocating, crashing into him like floodwaters pouring through a broken dam!

That aura possessed both the gentle softness of spring rain nourishing all things in silence and the profound weight of a boundless ocean. In the span of a single breath, it forcibly filled the dark stone chamber.

Lin Nuo focused his gaze.

At the center of the wooden box lay a leg Spirit Bone, clear and translucent like Blue Gold Glaze.

Its skeletal contours were flawless, while brilliant patterns like the meridians of a human body flowed across its crystalline surface.

Every flicker and circulation of light was like a steady breath, radiating a vibrant and breathtaking pulse of life.