Record of the Blue Silver Emperor's Resurrection: Saving His Mother with Eighteen Lone Bamboo Soul Rings

With a helpless sigh, Tang San sprang into the air and used Ghost Shadow Perplexing Track. Each step carried him nearly a zhang.

The uneven, pitted ground of the mountains had no effect on him at all. He dodged it with ease, moving so quickly that he was far faster than an adult.

"So I'm this outstanding in the ancestor's eyes." Looking at the praise in the book, Tang San smiled faintly.

What were the Tang Sect's specialties? Hidden weapons, poisons, and lightness skills. How could he have neglected them?

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

It was just as he'd expected. In circumstances that were almost impossible to explain, Tang San would instinctively choose to draw close to the mysterious Tang Sect.

What's more, with such an explicit title as Peerless Tang Sect, it was hard for Tang San not to make associations.

On his way back to the Chao Family as usual, Tang San was stunned to find that his father had served him a bowl of hot porridge.

"Son, dinner's ready." Tang Hao said with a smile. He strode forward and gave Tang San a fervent embrace. "My son!"

So this was what a father's embrace felt like? Tang San savored it.

His father's chest was broad. Perhaps it was because he'd worked as a blacksmith for so long. Though he looked lazy on the surface, the muscles on his body hadn't withered away with age.

His embrace was warm. The sense of security that came from a father's love was something nothing else could replace.

Tang San stared at the words, which brimmed with father-son affection, in disbelief.

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

His family should have had enough to eat, but most of their income went toward buying liquor, which ended up in his father Tang Hao's belly.

From the age of four, when he wasn't even tall enough to reach the stove, cooking became one of his daily chores. He had to stand on a stool just to reach the stovetop.

It wasn't that his father had specifically demanded it. If Tang San hadn't done it, he simply wouldn't have had enough to eat.

Now Tang San was six. How could two years of unforgettable memories let him believe this description of his father, so completely at odds with reality?

In his memories, Tang Hao had never embraced him like that. Not even once.

Seeing Tang San's look of disbelief, Xiao Wuji smiled faintly. There were plenty of things in the future you wouldn't be able to believe.

Forgetting about looking for the answer to breaking through his bottleneck in Peerless Tang Sect, Tang San got up briskly, ready to head down the mountain and find out for himself.

Could today be the day his luck finally turned? The ancestor himself had come down to guide his future, and his father had given him a kind of paternal love he'd never felt before...

[Peerless Tang Sect, Chapter 1, read-through complete.]

[Read-through count: 1.]

Having gained something from this, Xiao Wuji didn't watch Tang San's journey home. Instead, he tilted his head slightly and looked at the scene of his reader, Tang Hao.

Record of the Blue Silver Emperor's Resurrection—released!

"Beast!" The book with its blue-gold cover flew straight into Tang Hao's head. With a thump, Tang Hao sat bolt upright like a furious lion.

Yellow, purple, black, and red flashed across his body. Tang Hao opened his eyes. Not noticing his rebellious son, he frowned and picked up what had hit him.

When he saw the five large characters on the book's cover, Tang Hao's pupils suddenly shrank. His expression shifted from the fury he'd just shown to the tender feelings of a hardened man.

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

Watching him, Xiao Wuji waved a hand. "Clear Sky Douluo, don't think you can escape death by kowtowing. Even if you haul in a loudspeaker, if your read-through count doesn't make the grade, you're still dead."

The expected Tang San-style kowtow never came. After murmuring to himself, Tang Hao opened the book and began to read, leaving Xiao Wuji's raised hand hanging awkwardly in midair.

[The Blue Silver Emperor Ah Yin sacrificed herself for love. For love and family, Tang Hao and his son fused eighteen Lone Bamboo Soul Rings to save wife and mother.]

This simple, direct introduction immediately caught Tang Hao's eye.

Ah Yin could be resurrected? The pallor drained from his cheeks, replaced by a flush of color. Tang Hao was so excited he seemed to have grown twenty years younger in an instant.

An ordinary person who saw "Lone Bamboo"—a rather common plant Soul Beast in the Soul Hunting Forest—would surely curse and call it crazy. But Tang Hao was different.

Who could have guessed that the unremarkable Blue Silver Grass, found everywhere across Douluo Continent, had an emperor among its kind who had reached the hundred-thousand-year level? She had transformed into a human and come to the human world.

It was precisely because Lone Bamboo was so ordinary that Tang Hao was even more convinced that its Soul Ring, belonging to an ordinary plant Soul Beast, could truly work a miracle.

"Ah Yin, as long as you can come back to life, I'll find eighteen of them, whether they're thousand-year Lone Bamboo, ten-thousand-year Lone Bamboo, or even hundred-thousand-year Lone Bamboo!"

Tang Hao knew the journey would be incomparably perilous. He might even have to give up his Soul Rings and absorb Lone Bamboo Soul Rings, despite already possessing nine Soul Rings as a Titled Douluo.

For a Soul Master, this meant life and death were uncertain... But as long as it could bring Ah Yin back, it was worth it!

Even if he died, being able to go and keep Ah Yin company would be a dream come true.

As for adding nine Lone Bamboo Soul Rings to his son Tang San's Martial Soul, Tang Hao thought it was only right.

If it weren't for that little bastard, how would his Ah Yin have sacrificed herself? How would she have died?

"Thousand-year Lone Bamboo, ten-thousand-year Lone Bamboo, even hundred-thousand-year Lone Bamboo..." Xiao Wuji drew in a sharp breath. Hao really dared to dream.

Wasn't this resurrection journey difficult enough already? Did it really need to put the father and son through such a hard time?

In his plan, ten-year Lone Bamboo, Hundred-Month Lone Bamboo, Thousand-Day Lone Bamboo, Ten-Thousand-Hour Lone Bamboo... would be more than enough.

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

When he saw the second sentence, Tang Hao's body trembled violently with excitement. Tears streamed uncontrollably down his face.

That was right. So right!

Ah Yin, who had cultivated the Blue Silver Domain to its highest level, couldn't be killed by anyone. Nor could anyone obtain her Soul Ring or Soul Bone.

Unless she killed herself...

Thinking of that day, Tang Hao was filled with profound self-reproach.

It was his fault. All his fault. He hadn't had the strength to protect his wife, forcing her to use that method of suicide known as "Sacrifice."

[Even if she killed herself, there was still hope of resurrection.]

Tang Hao's lips trembled as he continued reading. He was so overwhelmed that he couldn't speak.

Seeing Tang Hao like this, Xiao Wuji, far away in Spirit City, solemnly reminded him, "Hao, you need to read carefully. I said there's hope of resurrection, not that she's guaranteed to come back."

Tang Hao obviously couldn't hear him. He was now putting everything on the line to resurrect his wife.

[Lone Bamboo, this tenacious plant Soul Beast, was Blue Silver Grass's best friend.

The former's toughness combined with the latter's endless vitality could accelerate its growth.

As long as a Soul Master fused eighteen Lone Bamboo Soul Rings, the warm energy they released could make a seed that had already formed grow to the hundred-thousand-year level at a speed visible to the naked eye, and become human once more!]