Uncle said that he was his son!
Though it was only an excuse to fend off the girls who came flirting,
Tang San's face still grew a little hot.
Pretending to be father and son...
Even though it was to deal with the enthusiastic girls, Tang San's little heart raced wildly.
Thump, thump, thump...
He could practically hear his uncontrollable heartbeat.
"Xiao San, saying it this way is more convenient. You don't mind, do you?"
Yin Chuan gave Tang San a slight smile.
"No! I don't mind!"
Tang San's reaction was a little too strong.
Actually, when Yin Chuan said he was his father, Tang San had felt a bit secretly delighted.
Having such a noble and handsome father would be an honor!
Tang San secretly hoped
that he and his uncle could travel the world as father and son,
enjoying the dejected looks in those girls' eyes when they learned he was his uncle's son.
During the time they waited for their food,
Tang San truly came to understand just how great his uncle's charm was.
He had become quite handsome after changing his appearance too,
but he was still just a little kid.
His uncle had already grown into his looks. That breathtakingly handsome face, along with his confident and elegant bearing, made girls flock to him!
Several dozen girls came up to strike up conversations with him.
Yin Chuan turned them all down using Tang San being his son as an excuse.
"Waaah..."
When the food finally arrived, Tang San picked up a piece of braised pork and put it in his mouth. Before he could even swallow, tears had already fallen.
It was so delicious!
Oh heavens!
After drinking rice gruel for six straight years, he could not have imagined that such delicacies existed in the world.
"What's wrong?"
Seeing Tang San's face covered in tears, Yin Chuan thought the food did not suit his taste.
"It's nothing, Uncle. I just feel... so happy!"
Tang San wiped his tears and continued eating, but he simply could not wipe them all away. Again and again, they blurred his vision...
Well!
Yin Chuan felt embarrassed. Good grief, he was crying because it tasted so good.
After one meal,
Yin Chuan and Tang San had eaten less than half of the food. They packed up the rest with a storage Soul Tool.
"Uncle, what is this?"
Tang San was very interested in the storage Soul Tool.
The Boar-Toothed Dragon they had hunted earlier
seemed to have been put away by his uncle using this thing too.
"It's a storage Soul Tool. There's space inside for storing items. You can use it by channeling Soul Power into it, allowing you to take things in and out."
"Oh, right. You don't have a storage Soul Tool yet. These two storage rings each have ten cubic meters of space. Take them."
Yin Chuan took two of the three rings off his hand and handed them to Tang San.
"Thank you, Uncle, but I only need one."
Tang San's eyes were full of longing. A storage Soul Tool was absolutely indispensable for someone like him who used hidden weapons!
But Uncle only had three storage rings.
How could he take two of them?
"If I tell you to take them, then take them. Uncle still has an even bigger belt."
Yin Chuan patted his exquisite gemstone belt. His tone left no room for refusal as he stuffed the rings into Tang San's hand.
Only then did Tang San gratefully accept both rings. He put them on and could not bear to part with them.
These two rings were not merely tremendously practical to him.
Their symbolic meaning was even greater.
They were a gift from his uncle!
"Let's go, Xiao San."
Yin Chuan led Tang San. The uncle and nephew went to a clothing shop to pick up their clothes before leaving the town
and continuing their journey.
After a week of traveling in the open and sleeping outdoors, they arrived at the Blue Silver Forest.
The closer they came to the Blue Silver Forest, the more they felt a warm, comfortable sense of familiarity.
Is this what home feels like?
This is wonderful. Cultivating the Mysterious Heaven Skill here even feels twice as effective...
Tang San sensed his surroundings, somewhat intoxicated.
Compared with the hard life in Holy Soul Village, this place was as different as heaven and earth.
It made Tang San feel like a tiger returning to the mountains or a dragon entering the sea.
Was this home?
It felt so familiar, so warm...
"Xiao San, we're here."
Following the route with ease, Yin Chuan arrived before a blue tree with a human face.
"Tyrant, you've returned."
The blue tree spoke in human words, giving Tang San a fright.
But Tang San immediately thought
that this might be one of their own kind.
"Mm. Prepare the ritual and help awaken my sister's consciousness."
Yin Chuan nodded and began preparing to welcome Ah Yin home.
"Tyrant, have you brought the Empress and the Crown Prince back?"
The Blue Silver King's tone was respectful.
In fact, Yin Chuan held even greater prestige among the Blue Silver Grass than Ah Yin did.
Before taking human form,
his talents had been more geared toward battle, and he had been one of the Blue Silver Forest's main guardians.
When he possessed ninety thousand years of cultivation, he had once sparred with Tang Hao during the latter's Soul Douluo stage, ending in a draw.
He had mastered the Blue Silver Tyrant Spear skill to perfection.
After reincarnating as a human,
Yin Chuan had even condensed the Blue Silver Tyrant Spear Martial Soul. The entire origin of a Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast had fused into the spear. Every self-condensed soul skill was top-tier, increasing the potential of the Way of the Overlord.
With the loyalty born from the Gold of Life and the capabilities of the God-Making Project, he had earned Gu Yuena's favor,
vaguely carrying the authority of Star Dou Great Forest's foremost ruler.
The Blue Silver King's fervor toward Yin Chuan came from the bottom of his heart.
"Begin."
Yin Chuan placed Ah Yin on the ground.
Having returned to her homeland,
Ah Yin seemed very happy. Her branches and leaves swayed gently as she took root upon landing and immediately began to grow.
"Crown Prince, please step back a little."
Originally, the Blue Silver King had addressed Tang San as King.
At the time, Ah Yin had already fallen,
so Tang San naturally inherited the title of King.
But now,
Tyrant Yin Chuan was still here,
so the Blue Silver King addressed Tang San as Crown Prince.
"Of course, Senior."
Tang San hurriedly backed away a distance, nervous with anticipation.
Countless blue lights burst forth throughout the Blue Silver Forest.
Led by the Blue Silver King, the Blue Silver Grass gathered into a blue ocean. Ripples began to spread, forming waves that gathered energy toward Ah Yin.
Ah Yin seemed to transform into the mouth of a spring, greedily drawing in the Blue Silver Power of the entire Blue Silver Forest.
She grew at a visible rate.
Like bamboo shoots after rain, in just a few minutes, she had become lush with branches and leaves, growing into a giant blade of grass more than three meters tall.
"Mother!"
Tang San was suddenly overcome by a powerful urge to cry. He could not help shouting, his voice sharp and mournful.
That was his birth mother!
"Child..."
A weak, incredibly faint thread of spiritual intent connected with Tang San's mind.
But even that tiny bit
was enough to send Tang San into wild joy.
"Mother!"
His mother had responded to him!
His mother was still alive!
"Child, you've suffered..."
Ah Yin sighed. Her weak voice came in fits and starts.
She was now only equivalent to Blue Silver Grass with a thousand years of cultivation, so communicating through intent was very difficult.
"Mother, your son hasn't suffered. You're the one who has suffered!"
Tang San's eyes were terrifyingly red. He knelt on the ground, moved forward on his knees, crawled before Ah Yin, and burst into loud sobs.
Ah Yin quietly listened,
stroking Tang San with her branches and leaves.
Though they were branches and leaves, they were truly a mother's embrace.
Tang San immersed himself in it. After crying until all his strength was gone, he fell into a deep sleep in Ah Yin's embrace.
"Xiao Chuan..."
"Thank you."
Ah Yin's intent connected with Yin Chuan again. She seemed to want to say something more, but held back.
"Sis, rest easy and sleep."
"I'll take care of Xiao San."
Yin Chuan patted his chest. A mother's brother ranked high in the family, and as his uncle, he would not be careless.
"What about him?"
Ah Yin asked with complicated emotions.
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