A Yin and the Soul Bone

Although A Yin was also closely connected to Tang Hao, Yang Fan knew that once Tang Hao saw Xiao Wu, he would undoubtedly focus the vast majority of his attention on that rabbit.

Whether he forced Tang San to follow his own path or killed her to obtain her spirit ring and bone, he would never let her go.

With Xiao Wu there to draw his attention, things would be much easier regarding A Yin.

With the start of the term at Nuoding Academy imminent, Tang Hao would certainly follow along to observe for a few days.

This was explicitly written in the original work, though the duration was likely short; thus, he only had a window of a few days, and for the sake of safety, it was best not to exceed two days.

Shambhala Village was not far from Holy Soul Village, and there were not many so-called waterfalls; he had considered A Yin and her spirit bone a long, long time ago.

In the Douluo series, there were not many rare treasures outside of blessed lands, but a hundred-thousand-year spirit beast was a treasure in its entirety; whether it was the spirit ring, spirit bone, or even the corpse, they were all rare and valuable items.

If not for that accidentally obtained Whale Glue and the confidence provided by the Heart of Eros, he truly would not have dared to set his sights on A Yin.

He had arrived four years earlier than Tang San; without this golden finger, even if he obtained A Yin's spirit bone, it would have been difficult to break through level forty.

As long as he did not become a god, he would eventually be settled by Tang San. Could a Tang Sect disciple known for hidden weapons and poisoning ever be a kind soul?

There were not many intuitive descriptions of Tang San killing people in Douluo, but that did not mean it happened rarely in reality, especially the experience of obtaining the Domain of the Killing God, which demonstrated his cold-blooded nature to the fullest.

One was not qualified to inherit the Asura God's legacy without slaughtering at least ten thousand.

In fact, the best time to acquire A Yin was when Tang San and Xiao Wu graduated and headed to Shrek.

But that was simply too long. For him, being ten to sixteen years old might be the beginning of cultivation in other worlds, but in Douluo, one had to cultivate early rather than late; the older one got, the slower the progress, and many deities even had strict age limits for breaking through to Title Douluo.

Possessing the Heart of Eros, Yang Fan had little interest in the deities; at worst, he could create his own godhood. Coupled with the several invading planes from Douluo III, it would not be difficult for him to create a second-tier or even first-tier god.

However, time was something he had to consider. The earlier he traversed the timeline, the greater his chances of becoming a god in the future. In this world known as the "shame of fantasy," if nothing else, the prospect of eternal life was very attractive to him.

Yang Fan thought about these things while hurrying on his way.

He had secretly inquired about the time Old Jack of Holy Soul Village hired a carriage, and from that, he deduced when Tang San would leave.

He had just broken through to become a Spirit Master, and his spirit power did not provide much of a boost to his travel speed, so he had to set off early to scout the location of the waterfall.

Once Tang San had been gone for half a day, he would pass through the waterfall, enter the cave, snatch away A Yin's body, and absorb her spirit bone.

Whether it was flight or life-force healing, they were both excellent skills that would allow him to complete his accumulation more rapidly.

The life-type hundred-thousand-year spirit bone's ability to defy the heavens and change fate might further supplement his martial soul's origin and increase his innate spirit power.

It was a pity his martial soul was not a body-type martial soul or Blue Silver Grass, otherwise, the probability of his martial soul evolving would have been quite high.

The sun hung in the center of the sky, and Yang Fan knew the time had come.

At this moment, Tang San and Old Jack had likely already arrived at Nuoding Academy, and Tang Hao would be following behind.

Opportunity knocks but once.

Yang Fan summoned his martial soul, a monocle with a gold frame and amethyst lens, and placed it over his right eye, unable to help but reveal a dragon-king-like wicked smile.

The waterfall was massive and the current rapid; it would not be easy to climb without unconventional means.

But who was Yang Fan?

He was a transmigrator. Although he did not have much experience in climbing himself, he had watched plenty of short videos, and coupled with the slight physical enhancement brought by absorbing the spirit ring and Whale Glue, he managed to pass through the waterfall and reach a dark, damp cave after some effort.

Even at high noon, it was very dark inside the cave.

But it did not affect Yang Fan, who was wearing his monocle.

This was merely simple darkness, not some spirit skill or formation; with a martial soul that enhanced his vision, night vision was a trivial matter.

Soon, he found the Blue Silver Emperor seedling.

Although it possessed vigorous life force, anyone could see that this plant was not growing well.

It looked somewhat sickly, not like A Yin, but rather a bit like Lin Daiyu.

To be able to torture the royal family of the Blue Silver Grass to this extent, Tang Hao certainly had his methods.

Just as he thought, there were no other Blue Silver Grass plants in the cave besides A Yin.

One had to know that even in the Far North, there were traces of Blue Silver Grass, yet there were none here.

Clearly, Tang Hao had deliberately removed them.

He thought a lot, but Yang Fan's hands and feet were nimble; he quickly found the wooden box containing the spirit bone and transplanted A Yin into a small flowerpot.

Yang Fan could feel A Yin's resistance, but he did not care.

If A Yin were allowed to grow in the sunlight, she could summon the surrounding Blue Silver Grass, and that would make things difficult for Yang Fan. He did not have much time; once he was delayed until Tang Hao returned, the consequence would be having no place to bury his body.

But now, this sickly Blue Silver Grass—no, the Blue Silver Emperor—it was his.

He grabbed it and refined it instantly.

After achieving his goal, Yang Fan carefully dealt with the traces he had left behind.

Tang Hao was no kind soul; he would surely be enraged upon discovering the spirit bone and A Yin had been stolen.

He might be able to run, but the villagers of Shambhala Village would likely be slaughtered.

This operation took much less time than Yang Fan had anticipated.

Yang Fan returned to his small, dilapidated house in Shambhala Village and began to reflect on whether there was anything inadequate about this operation.

The traces were cleaned up thoroughly; given Tang Hao's explosive temper, he shouldn't be able to find a breakthrough, so he would naturally consider those powerhouses above the Soul Saint level.

An ordinary person could not have left zero traces, nor would they have been able to find that hidden cave.

This was a cognitive inertia born from the contempt powerful Soul Masters of Douluo Continent held for the bottom-tier masses, accumulated over ten thousand years.

Who would have thought that a ten-year-old Soul Master would have the means to find A Yin and handle things so cleanly?

Only Tang San, who cultivated the Purple Demon Eye and lacked fixed mindsets, would have had a chance to discover even the slightest clue.

However, Tang Hao would not tell Tang San the truth in the short term; he was still planning to cultivate Tang San so that he could return to the Clear Sky Sect, and he wouldn't let these matters affect Tang San's growth.

Besides, could Tang Hao truly feel at ease with this strange son who was born with knowledge?

He was not stupid; a man who appeared foolish while possessing great wisdom simply knew when to play the fool.

If Tang San were truly his beloved son, he wouldn't have tortured him so much, only changing his attitude after the awakening of twin martial souls and innate full soul power.

Next was absorbing the soul bone and winning over A Yin.

The latter would not be easy in the short term, but absorbing the soul bone was something that should be done as quickly as possible.

He also wasn't worried about A Yin reaching out to Tang Hao through the Blue Silver Grass.

He had already told A Yin the true face of Tang Hao; although her faint intelligence did not believe it, she was well aware of the dark torment of these past years versus the sunshine and freedom she currently enjoyed.

Yang Fan hesitated no longer, circulating his soul power to its limit and instantly releasing his Monocle martial soul.

"Hum--!"

The moment they made contact, the Blue Silver Emperor Right Leg Bone seemed to come alive, transforming into a brilliant blue-gold stream of light that surged into Yang Fan's right leg without the slightest obstruction!

"Boom!"

A terrifying energy, impossible to describe in words, erupted within his body! Endless life force, like a breached dam, frantically scoured his limbs and bones. Yang Fan let out a muffled groan as countless intricate gold-blue patterns instantly appeared on the surface of his body, and his right leg was completely enveloped in brilliant light, making him appear as if he had transformed into a towering, divine Blue Silver Grass.

Excruciating pain? No, there wasn't a single trace of it.

Replacing it was a feeling of extreme warmth and nourishment. This energy was both gentle and overbearing; wherever it passed, the meridians in his body were continuously widened and strengthened, while his bones, muscles, and even every single cell underwent a earth-shattering transformation.

Beside the window facing the sun, a crystal-clear Blue Silver Grass appeared, emitting a glow as it danced in the wind.

Yang Fan's aura faintly resonated with its movements.