The Blue Silver King (Seeking Recommendations and Monthly Votes)

For these past three months, Tang San had been either cultivating or on the path to cultivation.

He compressed every waking moment to its absolute limit.

By day, he tempered his soul power and honed his combat techniques; by night, he neutralized the Jade Phosphorus Snake Poison within Dugu Bo's body.

As the toxins were purged day by day, Dugu Bo's physical condition improved steadily.

The layer of wariness he had originally held toward the brothers, Tang Wu and Tang San, began to dissolve bit by bit during these days of living side by side.

The relationship between the three of them had grown into a genuine friendship that transcended their age gap.

One day.

With a muffled bang, Tang San's soul power finally broke through the bottleneck, reaching level forty.

Guided by an inexplicable intuition, Tang Wu led Tang San on a journey toward the southwest.

They had arrived at the Blue Silver Forest.

It was a boundless expanse of forest, lush and verdant. Every stalk of Blue Silver Grass here was significantly taller than those in the outside world, with thick, fleshy leaves and sturdy stems that swayed gently in the breeze, emitting a faint, refreshing fragrance of grass and trees.

The moment the two stepped into the outskirts of the forest.

Suddenly, an aged and gentle voice echoed simultaneously in the ears of both Tang Wu and Tang San.

The voice seemed to emanate from deep beneath the earth, yet also from the leaves of every blade of Blue Silver Grass, ethereal and distant:

"Children, you have finally arrived. I have waited for you for a very long time."

The moment the words fell, the Blue Silver Forest ahead suddenly parted automatically to both sides, revealing a wide, straight path.

"Welcome... home."

Seeing the entire Blue Silver Forest part to clear a path for the two brothers, Tang San's pupils constricted slightly, and his footsteps faltered instinctively.

His hand rose unconsciously, Blue Silver Grass flickering in his palm as his body instinctively entered a state of alert.

"Brother, relax," Tang Wu said, reaching out to pat Tang San on the shoulder. "He won't hurt us."

Tang San glanced at his younger brother.

Seeing that there was not a hint of tension on Tang Wu's face—that he even wore the relaxed air of someone returning home—Tang San hesitated for a moment before finally restraining his soul power and stepping forward to follow.

The passage was not long; after walking for a few minutes, the view ahead suddenly opened up.

As far as the eye could see, the mountains and plains were covered in Blue Silver Grass, each stalk several times larger than those in the outside world.

The blue leaves bowed slightly in a humble posture, as if loyal subjects were welcoming the arrival of their emperor.

And in the very center of this Blue Silver Forest stood a stalk of Blue Silver Grass as robust as a great tree.

Its stem was as thick as a water barrel and stood three or four zhang tall. Its entire body was a deep, profound blue-purple, with layers upon layers of leaves emitting an ancient and heavy fluctuation of soul power.

That was the true form of the Blue Silver King, a Blue Silver Grass that had reached seventy thousand years of cultivation.

As Tang Wu and Tang San approached, the main trunk of the Blue Silver King trembled slightly, as if carefully scrutinizing the newcomers.

Its gaze fell first on Tang San's face, lingering for a moment before shifting to Tang Wu, looking them both over several times.

Finally, the leaves of the Blue Silver King fluttered gently, emitting a long, drawn-out sigh:

"Oh, Emperor... this child is carved from the exact same mold as you."

Tang San's entire body jolted.

"You knew my mother!" He lunged forward, his voice cracking, his eyes reddening in an instant: "What happened to my mother? Why have Xiao Wu and I never seen her since we were children?"

By the end, his voice was trembling.

Tang Wu stood to the side, not interjecting, merely watching it all in silence.

The Blue Silver King remained silent for a long time.

At last, it let out a heavy sigh:

"Alas—"

"In truth... your mother was a hundred-thousand-year soul beast who had taken human form."

The air went still for a moment.

Tang San's breathing hitched, but the expression on his face was not as shocked as one might expect.

Having experienced the situation with Xiao Wu, he had harbored faint suspicions in his heart; now, it was merely confirmed.

The Blue Silver King continued: "Back then, the Emperor insisted on entering the human world, where she met and fell in love with your father..."

"As for what happened thereafter, that is something this old one does not know."

The Blue Silver King seemed to sense the emotional turmoil within Tang San, and its tone turned gentle:

"You are the Emperor's child; you carry the Emperor's bloodline within you, and you are only two or three soul rings' worth of origin away from awakening as the Blue Silver Emperor yourself."

"Today, let me lend you a hand, Young Master."

The voice faded.

The entire Blue Silver Forest seemed to come alive in that very instant.

Thousands upon thousands of Blue Silver Grass stalks trembled in unison, each contributing its own soul power. Tiny blue specks of light drifted up from the leaves, converging like fireflies into a brilliant river of light that surged toward Tang San from every direction.

Those specks of light gently enveloped Tang San's body, layer upon layer, eventually forming a massive blue cocoon of light.

Tang San's figure vanished within the cocoon, quietly undergoing a transformation inside.

Tang Wu stepped back twice, keeping a quiet watch from the side.

After completing this, the Blue Silver King's main trunk turned slightly, its gaze falling upon Tang Wu:

"Second Young Master, your Blue Silver Emperor bloodline... has long since awakened."

Tang Wu raised an eyebrow: "You could tell?"

"From the very first step you took into this forest, this old one felt it." The Blue Silver King's tone carried a hint of emotion:

"The Emperor's bloodline flows through you even more purely than it does in the Young Master; you no longer have need of us."

The tone shifted: "However, condensing a life-bound soul ring for you is still more than enough."

A flash of joy crossed Tang Wu's eyes.

Two months ago, he had already reached the bottleneck of level fifty.

But to wait for Tang San, and to avoid a hollow foundation caused by unstable soul power, he had refrained from obtaining his fifth soul ring, holding back until now.

Now that the Blue Silver King had offered this proposal, he naturally had no reason to refuse.

"Fine, let's begin then."

Tang Wu nodded.

The Blue Silver King's leaves rose high once more, and even denser blue light specks than before gathered, this time targeting Tang Wu.

The moment the light specks surged into his body, Tang Wu felt a warm torrent rushing through his meridians, every pore on his skin expanding in relief.

The process of condensing the fifth soul ring went incredibly smoothly, without a hint of difficulty.

Yellow, purple, purple, red, black.

The five soul rings arranged themselves in sequence, their color combination looking extremely bizarre.

That black ten-thousand-year soul ring was the life-bound soul ring the Blue Silver King had helped condense; its age would continue to increase alongside Tang Wu's own growth, holding limitless potential.

As for the fifth soul skill.

Tang Wu closed his eyes to sense it, the corners of his mouth slowly curling upward.

Blue Silver Emperor Domain.

The effect was simple and brutal: it deployed a domain with a ten-meter radius, providing Tang Wu with immense vitality.

What was even better was that this soul skill was triggered passively; it did not require him to actively consume soul power to activate it.

In other words, from this day forward, as long as he lived, this domain would always exist.

Within ten meters, his vitality would be inexhaustible, his recovery ability far surpassing that of soul masters of the same rank.

Combined with his monstrous fourth soul skill...

Tang Wu waited there, until the dawn of the third day.

A crack suddenly appeared on the cocoon of light.

Finally, a hand reached out from within.