Record of the Blue Silver Emperor's Resurrection, Eighteen Lone Bamboo Spirit Rings Save Mother

Sighing helplessly, Tang San leaped up and executed the Ghost Shadow Perplexing Steps, covering nearly ten feet with every stride.

The uneven, pitted ground of the mountainside posed no obstacle to him; he bypassed them with ease, moving at a speed far greater than that of an adult.

So, I am that outstanding in the eyes of the Ancestor. Looking at the praise in the book, Tang San smiled slightly.

What was the essence of the Tang Sect? Hidden weapons, poisons, and movement techniques—how could he ever slack off?

"The Ancestor, huh..." Watching Tang San read, Xiao Wuji wore a mysterious smile.

It was much as he had imagined; in a situation that was nearly impossible to explain, Tang San would subconsciously choose to lean toward the mysterious Tang Sect.

What's more, with a title as straightforward as Peerless Tang Sect, it was hard for Tang San not to make the connection.

[Returning home as usual, Tang San was shocked to find that his father had prepared hot porridge for him.

"Son, time to eat," Tang Hao said with a smile, stepping forward to give Tang San a warm embrace. "My son!"

Was this what a father's embrace felt like? Tang San enjoyed it immensely.

His father's chest was broad. Perhaps due to his long years as a blacksmith, although he looked lazy on the surface, the muscles on his body had not diminished with the passage of time.

His embrace was warm, and the sense of security brought by that paternal love was something nothing else could replace.]

Tang San looked at the words filled with father-son affection in disbelief.

In this life, he was the son of the only blacksmith in the village.

His family should have been able to make ends meet, but most of their income was spent on wine, falling into his father Tang Hao's belly.

From the age of four, when he wasn't even tall enough to reach the stove, cooking had become his daily chore, even if it meant standing on a stool to reach the stovetop.

This wasn't a special request from his father, but rather, if he didn't do it, he simply wouldn't be fed.

Now that Tang San was six, the bone-deep memories of the past two years made it impossible for him to believe the uncharacteristic description of his father in the book!

In his memory, Tang Hao had never once hugged him like that.

Watching Tang San's incredulous expression, Xiao Wuji smiled slightly. There are still many things in your future that you won't be able to believe.

Too impatient to search for the answer to his bottleneck in Peerless Tang Sect, Tang San stood up nimbly, preparing to head down the mountain to see the truth.

Could today be his lucky day? The Ancestor personally descended to guide his future, and his father gave him a paternal love he had never felt before...

[Chapter 1 of Peerless Tang Sect reading completed.]

[Follow-up count: 1.]

Having gained something, Xiao Wuji did not watch Tang San's journey home, but tilted his head slightly to look at the screen showing the reader, Tang Hao.

Record of the Blue Silver Emperor's Resurrection, deploy!

"Beast!" The blue-gold covered book slammed directly onto Tang Hao's head. With a thud, Tang Hao sat up abruptly like an enraged lion.

Yellow, purple, black, and red lights flashed across his body. Tang Hao opened his eyes, and not noticing his wayward son, he frowned and picked up the object that had hit him.

Upon discovering the five large characters on the book, Tang Hao's pupils shrank, revealing a tenderness of a tough man that was completely different from his previous rage.

"Record of the Blue Silver Emperor's Resurrection! A Yin, are you guiding me?" Tang Hao sat upright.

Watching Tang Hao's actions, Xiao Wuji waved his hand. "Haotian Douluo, don't talk about kneeling; even if you brought a sound system, if the follow-up reading isn't there, you won't escape death."

The expected Tang San-style kowtow did not happen. After Tang Hao muttered a word, he opened the book and began to read, leaving Xiao Wuji's hand hanging awkwardly in mid-air.

[Blue Silver Emperor A Yin sacrificed herself for love; the journey of Tang Hao and his son to save their wife and mother by fusing eighteen Lone Bamboo spirit rings.]

The simple and clear introduction immediately grabbed Tang Hao's attention.

A Yin, could she still be resurrected? His sallow cheeks were instantly flushed with color, and the incredibly excited Tang Hao seemed to have grown twenty years younger in an instant.

If an ordinary person saw "Lone Bamboo," that rather common plant-type spirit beast in the Hunting Forest, they would surely curse it as nonsense, but Tang Hao was completely different.

Who could have imagined that the Blue Silver Grass, which could be seen everywhere on the Douluo Continent and looked so plain, would have a 100,000-year-level Emperor who had transformed into a human and visited the human world?

It was precisely because of the ordinariness of the Lone Bamboo that Tang Hao believed even more that the spirit ring of this common plant-type spirit beast could truly have a miraculous effect.

"A Yin, as long as you can come back to life, whether it's a thousand-year Lone Bamboo, a ten-thousand-year Lone Bamboo, or a hundred-thousand-year Lone Bamboo, I will find eighteen of them!"

Tang Hao knew that this path would inevitably be extremely dangerous, and that he, a Title Douluo who already possessed nine spirit rings, would have to abandon them to absorb the Lone Bamboo spirit rings.

For a Spirit Master, this was a gamble with life and death... but as long as he could resurrect A Yin, it was worth it!

Even if he died, if he could go to accompany A Yin, that was something he dreamed of.

As for adding nine Lone Bamboo spirit rings to his son Tang San's martial soul, Tang Hao felt it was only right.

If it weren't for that little brat, how could his A Yin have sacrificed herself? How could she have died?

"Thousand-year Lone Bamboo, ten-thousand-year Lone Bamboo, and even hundred-thousand-year Lone Bamboo..." Xiao Wuji gasped. Haozi really dares to think.

With such a difficult resurrection process, wouldn't that be too hard on you and your son?

According to his design, all that was needed was a ten-year Lone Bamboo, a hundred-month Lone Bamboo, a thousand-day Lone Bamboo, a ten-thousand-hour Lone Bamboo... that would have been plenty.

[The highest mystery of the Blue Silver Domain is immortality!]

Seeing the second sentence, Tang Hao's body trembled violently with excitement, and tears flowed uncontrollably.

Yes, that's exactly right!

A Yin, having cultivated the Blue Silver Domain to its highest level, could not be killed by anyone, nor could anyone obtain her spirit rings and spirit bones.

Unless she committed suicide...

Thinking back to that day, Tang Hao was consumed by extreme self-reproach.

It was him; it was all his fault for lacking the strength to protect his wife, forcing her to resort to that suicidal method known as "Sacrifice."

[Even in the event of suicide, there remains a hope for resurrection.]

Tang Hao's lips trembled as he continued reading; he was so overwhelmed with emotion that he could not speak.

Watching Tang Hao's reaction from afar in Spirit City, Xiao Wuji solemnly reminded him, "Haozi, you must read clearly. I said there is a hope for resurrection, not that it is guaranteed."

Tang Hao clearly could not hear him; he was now prepared to stake everything on resurrecting his wife.

[Lone Bamboo, this tenacious plant-type spirit beast, is the best friend of the Blue Silver Grass.

The resilience of the former, combined with the endless vitality of the latter, will produce an effect that accelerates growth.

As long as a spirit master fuses eighteen Lone Bamboo spirit rings, the warmth they radiate will allow a spirit beast that has reverted to a seed to reach the hundred-thousand-year level at a speed visible to the naked eye, and once again become human!]