After the Blue Silver King told the other Blue Silver Kings who had cultivated for tens of thousands of years what Jiang Li had told it, they all said they were willing to be transplanted to the Ice and Fire Yin-Yang Well.
They could rapidly increase their cultivation while also protecting their previous emperor. What more could they ask for?
They said they really, really wanted to make progress!
Originally, Jiang Li had planned to put them all into the Wishful Hundred Treasure Pouch. That way, after moving Ah Yin's main body, he could go straight to the Ice and Fire Yin-Yang Well without having to return to the Blue Silver Forest.
But now, he realized his idea might have been a little hasty.
The roots of these Blue Silver Kings spread throughout the Blue Silver Forest. It seemed impossible to store them all in a Storage Soul Tool.
As the Blue Silver Supreme Emperor, he couldn't exactly put all his subjects into the Human Emperor Banner, could he?
After Jiang Li explained his concern, the Blue Silver King at the head of the group spoke up. "Your Majesty, that's not a problem. We can shrink ourselves down to the size of an ordinary Blue Silver Grass. That should keep us from causing you any trouble."
Hearing this, Jiang Li nodded to signal that they could begin.
If they could be packed up and taken away just like that, it couldn't be better.
Soon, more than a dozen streaks of blue-gold light shot into the sky. The Blue Silver Kings selected to go with him rapidly shrank until they were small enough for Jiang Li to handle.
"Xiao San, put them into the Wishful Hundred Treasure Pouch."
"After that, we'll go to the place where your mother's main body might be."
"All right, Master."
Tang San took the Wishful Hundred Treasure Pouch from Jiang Li, moving so quickly he seemed to have been injected with chicken blood.
Soon... very soon, he would be able to see the mother he had yearned for day and night!
These Blue Silver Kings would later be loyal guardians of his mother as she grew. As Tang San transplanted them, he did his best not to damage their roots.
After the master and disciple had packed nearly all the Blue Silver Kings in the Blue Silver Forest into the Wishful Hundred Treasure Pouch, Tang San took one last look back at the "home" where his mother had lived for who knew how many tens of thousands of years.
Then he turned around and felt for the other call in his heart. "Master, let's go," he said to Jiang Li.
"All right."
Following the feeling in his heart, Tang San hurried along. Before long, he realized that the path they were taking seemed to be the same one they had followed on their way here.
After some time, Tang San saw that they had reached the outskirts of Nuoding City. But it was obvious that this wasn't their destination.
The master and disciple continued onward. When Tang San realized that his mother's main body seemed to be near Holy Soul Village, he was beside himself.
In a trembling voice, he said to Jiang Li, "Master, this is the little village where I grew up."
Jiang Li only gave a quiet "Mm" in response.
As he had said before, there were some things Tang San had to figure out for himself to discover the truth he wanted. Jiang Li only needed to guide him from time to time.
Otherwise, if he said too much as Tang San's master, his filial, well-behaved disciple might think he was trying to drive a wedge between him and his father, making their relationship even worse.
Tang San was deeply confused. After going out with Jiang Li and learning so many secrets, he was no longer the ignorant little novice he had once been.
Since his mother had transformed from a hundred-thousand-year Blue Silver Emperor, her strength surely couldn't be weak.
And his father had been able to withstand his mother's hundred-thousand-year Soul Ring, then emerge unscathed from the hands of those pursuers who deserved to die. There was no question about his father's strength.
So why had his father kept his mother in this tiny Holy Soul Village all these years?
Before he had awakened his Martial Soul, his father had forbidden him from seeing his mother and had spent his days drinking himself into a stupor.
He could explain the first as his father thinking he was too young to know such secrets.
As for the second, he could put it down to his father's guilt at failing to protect his mother, which had left him so despondent.
But... but...
The Blue Silver Forest was only a short distance from Holy Soul Village. Why hadn't his father returned his mother's main body to the Blue Silver Forest?
Tang San lowered his head, his eyes bloodshot.
He didn't understand. He truly didn't understand at all.
"All right, Xiao San. Let's go to your mother first."
"I think everything you want to know will be there."
Tang San nodded silently, head still bowed. When he returned to the blacksmith shop where he had lived for six years and saw that his father wasn't there, he said nothing.
Following the guidance in his heart, he led Jiang Li to a waterfall behind Holy Soul Village.
The call in his heart, as if it came from his very soul, grew more and more intense.
Tang San raised his head. His eyes turned violet.
He was certain his father had hidden his mother behind this waterfall.
"Master..."
Jiang Li understood. He raised a hand and summoned his Blue Silver Emperor Martial Soul, binding Tang San. Then countless Blue Silver Vines shot up from the ground, forming a staircase made of Blue Silver Grass that stretched all the way to a hidden cave behind the waterfall.
"Let's go, Xiao San."
A feeling unlike any he had ever known rose in Tang San's heart.
It was a longing for a mother's love, something he had lacked in both his lives, and nervousness at the thought of meeting his mother in this life.
And he was also filled with countless questions.
The master and disciple soon reached a vast cavern behind the waterfall.
Tang San's violet-lit eyes swept over the place. He saw traces of extensive excavation by human hands.
Without a doubt, it was his father's handiwork.
Yet the damp, chilly air in this place made him instinctively furrow his brow. As a former disciple of the Tang Sect, he knew the basic principles of how to cultivate a plant.
The master and disciple kept walking until they reached a huge stone chamber that clearly bore signs of human construction.
A shaft of light poured down from above them, landing right in the center of the chamber.
Tang San looked up and saw a circular hole cut into the ceiling. Sunlight slanted in from outside, illuminating the fine dust drifting through the air.
Following the beam of light, his gaze slowly fell toward the center of the chamber.
There, a small mound of earth, half a meter high, rose from the ground...
Tang San felt his heartbeat skip. He couldn't believe what he was seeing!
A lone Blue Silver Grass, radiating an aura that felt deeply familiar to him, grew atop the silent mound.
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