Reviving Tang San's Mother, Ah Yin!

Uncle said I was his son!

Though it was only a line to fend off the girls trying to flirt with him,

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.

"Little San, it's more convenient to put it that way. You don't mind, do you?"

Yin Chuan gave Tang San a faint smile.

"No! I don't mind!"

Tang San's reaction was a little too intense.

Actually, when Yin Chuan said he was his father, Tang San had even felt a little secretly delighted.

Having such a noble and handsome father would be an honor!

Tang San secretly looked forward to it,

to traveling the world with his uncle under the name of father and son,

and enjoying the disappointed looks in those girls' eyes when they learned he was his uncle's son.

During the wait for their food,

Tang San came to deeply understand just how great his uncle's charm was.

Though he had become quite handsome after changing his appearance,

he was still just a little kid.

His uncle had already grown into his looks. That breathtakingly handsome face, paired with his confident and elegant bearing, made girls flock to him!

Several dozen girls came to strike up conversations one after another.

Yin Chuan rejected every one of them by using Tang San as the excuse that he was his son.

"Waaah..."

When the food finally arrived, Tang San picked up a piece of braised pork and put it in his mouth. Before he could swallow it, tears had already fallen.

It was so delicious!

Heavens!

After drinking rice gruel for six straight years, he could never have imagined that such delicacies existed in this 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 away his tears and continued eating, but no matter how he wiped them, he could not clear them away. Again and again, they blurred his vision...

Yin Chuan felt a little embarrassed. Good grief, he was crying because it tasted so good.

After the meal,

Yin Chuan and Tang San had eaten less than half of the food. They packed up the rest using a storage Soul Tool.

"Uncle, what is this?"

Tang San was very interested in the storage Soul Tool.

When they had hunted that Boar-Toothed Dragon before,

his uncle seemed to have used this thing to store it as well.

"A storage Soul Tool. It has space inside for storing items. You can use it by channeling Soul Power into it, then take things in or 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 removed two of the three rings from his hand and handed them to Tang San.

"Thank you, Uncle, but I only need one."

Tang San's eyes were filled with longing. For someone like him who used hidden weapons, a storage Soul Tool was indispensable!

But his 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 brooked no 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 immensely useful to him.

Their symbolic meaning was even greater.

His uncle had given them to him!

"Let's go, Little San."

Yin Chuan took Tang San with him. Uncle and nephew went to the clothing store to collect their clothes, left the town,

and continued on their journey.

After a week of sleeping rough and eating whatever they could find, they arrived at the Blue Silver Forest.

The closer they came to the Blue Silver Forest, the more they felt an intimate, comfortable sensation.

Is this what home feels like?

It's wonderful. Cultivating the Mysterious Heaven Skill here feels twice as effective with half the effort...

Tang San sensed it all in fascination.

Compared to the hard life in Holy Soul Village, this place was like heaven and earth apart.

It gave Tang San the feeling of a fierce tiger returning to the mountains and a flood dragon entering the sea.

Was this home?

It felt so familiar, so warm...

"Little San, we're here."

Yin Chuan knew the way well and came before a blue tree with a human face.

"Tyrant, you have returned."

The blue tree spoke, startling Tang San.

But Tang San immediately realized

that this might be one of their own kind.

"Yes. Prepare the ritual and help my sister's consciousness awaken."

Yin Chuan nodded and began preparing a welcoming ritual for Ah Yin.

"Tyrant, have you brought back the Empress and the Crown Prince?"

The Blue Silver King's tone was respectful.

In truth, Yin Chuan's prestige among the Blue Silver Grass was even greater than Ah Yin's.

Before taking human form,

his talent had been more focused on combat, and he had been one of the Blue Silver Forest's main protectors.

When he had nine hundred thousand years of cultivation, he had sparred with Tang Hao during his Soul Douluo stage and fought him to 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 his Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast essence had fused into the spear. Every self-condensed soul skill was top-tier, raising the potential of the Way of the Overlord.

With the loyalty of Gold of Life and the capabilities of the God-Making Project, he had earned Gu Yuena's favor.

He faintly carried the authority of the foremost ruler of the Star Dou Great Forest.

The Blue Silver King's fanaticism toward Yin Chuan came from the depths 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 touching the ground and immediately began to grow.

"Crown Prince, please step back a little."

Originally, the Blue Silver King had addressed Tang San as King.

At that time, Ah Yin had already fallen,

so Tang San naturally inherited the status of King.

But now,

Tyrant Yin Chuan was still here,

so the Blue Silver King addressed Tang San as Crown Prince.

"Yes, Senior."

Tang San hurriedly backed away a distance in alarm, waiting nervously and expectantly.

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 converged their energy toward Ah Yin.

Ah Yin seemed to transform into a springhead, greedily drawing in the Blue Silver Power of the entire Blue Silver Forest.

She grew at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Like bamboo shoots after rain, in just a few minutes, she became lush with branches and leaves, growing into a massive blade of grass over three meters tall.

"Mother!"

Tang San suddenly felt an intense urge to cry. Unable to restrain himself, he shouted out, his voice mournful.

That was his birth mother!

"Child..."

A faint, extremely weak mental message connected to Tang San's mind.

But even this 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 have suffered..."

Ah Yin sighed. Her weak voice came in broken fragments.

She was now only equivalent to Blue Silver Grass with a thousand years of cultivation, and communicating through thoughts was very difficult.

"Mother, your son has not suffered. You are the one who suffered!"

Tang San's eyes were frighteningly red. He fell to his knees, moved forward on them, crawled to Ah Yin's side, and wailed bitterly.

Ah Yin simply listened quietly,

stroking Tang San with her branches and leaves.

Though they were only branches and leaves, they were truly a mother's embrace.

Tang San became lost in it. After crying until he had no strength left, he fell into a deep sleep in Ah Yin's embrace.

"Little Chuan..."

"Thank you."

Ah Yin's thoughts connected with Yin Chuan again. She hesitated, as though she wanted to say more.

"Big Sister, rest easy and sleep."

"I'll take care of Little San."

Yin Chuan patted his chest. A maternal uncle was second only to a mother, and he would not be careless in his role as an uncle.

"What about him?"

Ah Yin asked with complicated emotions.