Taking and Eating the Blue Silver Emperor

Watching Xiao Wu and Tang San draw closer, Lin Chuan could not help but turn his head to glance at Ling Yuan.

He found her expression indifferent, showing no change at all, her beautiful eyes closed as she basked in the sun.

The gap between a Title Douluo and a Soul Douluo is as vast as heaven and earth, and the same holds true for their spiritual power.

At this moment, Ling Yuan was only one step away from breaking through to Title Douluo, yet she still had not discovered Xiao Wu's identity as a Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast.

Lin Chuan still remembered that in the original story, Xiao Wu would later follow the academy to the Royal Academy and even encounter Dugu Bo.

She had not been discovered then, either.

This meant that without active, all-out probing, even a level 92 Title Douluo could not detect Xiao Wu.

With that realization, he breathed a sigh of relief, sighing inwardly:

The transformation of a Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast is truly a hot commodity~

However, he had not forgotten the purpose of his wait here.

Rolling off the roof, Lin Chuan pushed open the courtyard gate and led the Black Hoof Horse out of the stable.

Seeing Lin Chuan about to move, Ling Yuan lost the desire to continue sunbathing and followed him down from the roof as well.

"Little Chuan, where are you going? Don't you plan to let big sister take a ride?"

Ling Yuan teased with a charming expression.

Lin Chuan ignored her banter; after mounting the horse, he quickly retrieved a map from his Soul Tool, his expression focused and serious.

This map was a detailed record of Nuoding City, marking the various surrounding villages, forests, and streams in great detail.

Checking his current orientation, Lin Chuan immediately spurred the horse into a gallop, heading out of the city.

Ling Yuan, having been ignored, was not annoyed.

After a light chuckle, she quickly chased after the direction in which Lin Chuan had departed.

Although a Soul Douluo's strength could not match the effortless flight of a Title Douluo, she could still fly for a time by utilizing her soul power.

She had been flying for a long time and had already mastered the sensation; the soul power consumed by flight was minimal.

Two days later.

Holy Soul Village, in the forest behind the mountain.

Animals were rarely seen in the woods, likely driven away by the group of people who had come to close off the area and keep the Soul Beast away from the village.

Sunlight slanted into the forest, like a sharp sword cutting across the thick tree trunks, leaving golden traces behind.

The vast expanse of Blue Silver Grass covering the ground swayed gently, appearing even more unyielding under the sun.

Lin Chuan moved rapidly through this forest.

From afar, he heard the splashing sound of a waterfall crashing into a pool.

His spiritual power dissipated, constantly searching the surroundings.

Before long, a small waterfall was discovered.

It was hidden within a mountain ravine, with trees standing tall above it, forming a natural barrier.

Because it never saw the sun, the area was extremely dark, and the spray from the waterfall constantly dampened the surroundings, making it very humid.

Dark and humid.

Seeing this, Lin Chuan quickly rushed toward the location.

When he arrived in person, he was surprised to find that the Blue Silver Grass here grew exceptionally lush, its leaves deep blue and nearly twice the size of ordinary ones.

The trees were tall and verdant, and under the sunlight, the shadows cast by the canopy stretched seven or eight meters.

Yet, just ten meters outside the waterfall, the Blue Silver Grass was not nearly as lush.

Concluding that this was the place where the Blue Silver Emperor was planted and the spirit bone was hidden, Lin Chuan immediately activated his full spiritual detection.

He observed every inch of the ground below with great care, and when he probed the waterfall, he discovered a dark stone chamber hidden behind it.

It had been excavated by human hands and was not large.

It was only about two cubic meters, just enough for a person to enter.

Lin Chuan probed carefully once more, and finding no danger, he jumped straight down the waterfall.

Then, just as he was about to reach the stone chamber, he tapped his right toe lightly against the side of the stone wall, using the momentum to propel himself into the chamber.

The sequence of movements was fluid and natural, and he entered the stone chamber without effort, though he was slightly drenched.

Lin Chuan paid no mind to this; he took a wooden stick from his Soul Tool, tied some of his old clothes to the tip, and lit it with a flint.

As the fire ignited, it instantly illuminated the scene.

Looking closely, he could vaguely make out the contours of the stone chamber.

It was unusually cold; the lack of sunlight year-round resulted in a heavy chill.

Lin Chuan quickly observed the interior of the stone chamber; it was plain and ordinary, empty and hollow, until he reached a corner and discovered black soil.

A pile of black soil was heaped in the corner, with a Blue Silver Grass rooted deep within it.

Lin Chuan knew clearly that this was not Blue Silver Grass, but the Blue Silver Emperor.

The leaves were marked with distinct golden veins that crawled across the entire foliage and stem.

It was just that the size of this Blue Silver Emperor was no different from a normal Blue Silver Grass; it had clearly been poorly cultivated.

The place was dark and damp, devoid of sunlight, and surrounded by rocks; how could it possibly thrive with only a handful of black soil?

Seeing this scene, Lin Chuan could not help but frown, feeling disgusted in his heart by the hypocritical Tang Ritian.

He took a new set of clothes from his Soul Tool, scooped up the black soil with both hands, and bundled the Blue Silver Emperor inside the fabric to take it away.

He and Tang Ritian were enemies; once this Blue Silver Emperor was planted in the Ice and Fire Yin Yang Well, its vitality would allow it to grow even stronger.

This was a relationship of utility; he had no intention of being a saint.

But this guy Tang Ritian was even more of a villain than he was?!

After packing up the Blue Silver Emperor, Lin Chuan continued to grope along the stone wall.

Before long, a stone that had clearly been excavated and embedded back into the wall was knocked loose.

It revealed a three-dimensional rectangular space inside, containing a box that was entirely pitch-black.

With an excited heart and trembling hands, Lin Chuan took out the box, his eyes gleaming as he slowly opened the lid.

The moment the lid opened, a rich aura of life rushed toward him like a spring breeze, causing his entire body to relax and a faint sense of yearning to emanate from within.

It was a leg bone Soul Bone that was entirely blue and gold; the azure Soul Bone paired with golden stripes revealed the traces of the Blue Silver Emperor, appearing both serene and imposing.

Suppressing the excitement in his heart, Lin Chuan hurriedly closed the lid and stored it away in his Soul Tool.

He had just turned to leave when he stopped.

Looking down at the Blue Silver Emperor he had snatched, he picked up a wooden stick that had been burned to charcoal and, in a spot where sunlight could reach, wrote a few lines with bold, sweeping strokes.

Naturally, what was written above were words of provocation:

[Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan, Yu Xiaogang, was here!]

[I shall take your wife and your Soul Bone off your hands!!!]

[If I were you, I would have set a few traps indoors. Being so arrogant and setting none, you deserve to have them taken by me.]

Tossing the used wooden stick aside, Lin Chuan looked at the lines he had written with satisfaction and turned to leave.

He did not expect these words to make Tang Ritian and Yu Xiaogang turn against each other, or even for Tang Ritian to kill Yu Xiaogang.

But as long as he could infuriate Tang Ritian, he would be satisfied.

That guy would definitely go mad with rage when he saw his home had been robbed.

Outside the waterfall.

Ling Yuan, who had been waiting the whole time, saw Lin Chuan emerge not long after, carrying the clothes he had taken off, which seemed to be wrapped around something.

She had the good sense not to follow him in at the start, nor did she ask any questions.

Seeing him come out safely, she simply continued to observe from the shadows.

Both sides tacitly agreed not to discuss the matter.

Knowing that Ling Yuan was watching from the shadows, Lin Chuan used his soul power to dry his soaked clothes and hurried toward the edge of the forest without stopping.

Seeing that no one had been to the perimeter, Lin Chuan untied the reins from the tree, spurred his horse, and galloped back in the direction he had come.