Tang San: This is simply a plus version of me!

"Little San, you can't afford to lose focus in battle."

Taking advantage of Tang San's lapse in concentration, Tang Chuan shifted his feet slightly and appeared behind Tang San in the next instant, striking out with his palm.

"Damn!"

Tang San's pupils contracted as his figure began to shift.

Ghost Shadow Perplexing Track!

In the next moment, Tang San, who had just left his original position, discovered that his body was being pulled uncontrollably toward Tang Chuan. Tang Chuan's hand had formed into a claw, repeatedly making grasping motions at him through the air.

Bang!

True energy condensed like jade surfaced over his palm, wrapping his hand in a white jade-like glow. Tang San simply borrowed the force against him, intending to counterattack with the Mysterious Jade Hand.

Tang Chuan did not hesitate, using the Mysterious Jade Hand as well to meet his attack.

"Hiss!"

Shaking his hand, Tang San felt as though he had struck a steel bar.

The two exchanged several more moves. Tang San had no ability to fight back throughout it all; every move he made was effortlessly countered by Tang Chuan.

"I lost!"

In the end, Tang San chose to concede. Though he had great confidence in his Mysterious Heaven Skill, before Tang Chuan, every thought he had seemed impossible to hide. It was as if Tang Chuan could even tell what color underwear he was wearing.

Tang San even felt as though he was fighting himself. Yes, he felt that his godfather's use of those techniques was simply a strengthened version of his own.

"Godfather, have you been practicing the techniques of the Mysterious Heaven Skill all this time?"

"That's right. Little San, your movement techniques and hand techniques are exceedingly profound. Your father couldn't help but practice them a little more."

"I see."

Tang San nodded. Now he understood. Someone as gifted as his godfather must have simulated the techniques and scenarios he used countless times in his mind. After all, in the entire Douluo Continent, he was the only person who knew these techniques.

So it was only natural that his godfather resembled him somewhat.

"All right, go back to my place and wash up. Get yourself ready. This afternoon, your father will take you to see your mother."

Tang Chuan pulled Tang San up from where he sat sprawled on the ground, dusted the dirt from him, and spoke gently.

Looking at Tang Chuan's back, Tang San's eyes shimmered with tears. Godfather, Little San really doesn't just want you to be my godfather!

Back in the dormitory, Tang San was already washing himself in the bathroom, while Tang Chuan sat in the living room with flickering eyes.

Should he tell Tang San that Xiao Wu was a Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast? Or should he expose Xiao Wu directly?

What he was considering now was whether Tang San should bring Xiao Wu along when he graduated a year early.

At present, Tang San and Xiao Wu were merely ordinary classmates, and Xiao Wu had not fallen prey to lovesickness. Her cultivation speed had even surpassed Tang San's at one point.

"Forget it. I'll ask when the time comes. If she's willing, then she can leave with us."

The lovesick fools of Douluo Continent were truly terrifying. Love God's Fallen Land was no joke. Just look at women like Bibi Dong and Liu Erlong—who among them had not gone mad for love?

However, without being blinded by love, those female characters from the original story could display strength far beyond their own. After all, having both intelligence and strength was vastly better than possessing strength without reason.

"Godfather, Little San is ready."

"Don't you need to return to the dormitory and pack your things? This trip may take some time."

"No need. I had already prepared everything before coming."

Tang San naturally would not make plans without preparation. Knowing that he would be going out with his godfather again, he had packed plenty of supplies into his Twenty-Four Moonlit Bridges.

The two left Nuoding Academy once more and boarded a carriage.

On the road.

Tang San looked at the scenery outside the window and felt that something was off. Where were they going? Why did it look so much like they were returning to his hometown, Holy Soul Village?

"Godfather, are you sure we haven't taken the wrong road? We're about to reach Holy Soul Village."

Tang Chuan nodded and said calmly, "Holy Soul Village is exactly where we're going."

Tang San was confused now. By that logic, had his mother always been in Holy Soul Village? Then why had his father, Tang Hao, never taken him to see her?

When they arrived at the village entrance, the villagers inside had already begun their day's work. Tang Chuan released his Forest of Myriad Phenomena, and in only a short while, successfully located the small waterfall behind the mountain.

"Little San, you carry the bloodline of the Blue Silver Emperor. Release your martial soul and sense it. Follow your instincts."

Tang San summoned his Blue Silver Grass. As it emerged, the silver patterns upon it, which had previously been faint, now glimmered with traces of silver light.

"This is..."

Tang San could feel his Blue Silver Grass seemingly trying to pull his body toward a certain place.

Countless pale blue strands of light spread from the Blue Silver Grass in Tang San's hand, pointing through the air toward his family's blacksmith shop before drifting directly toward the back mountain.

"Let's go. It seems you already have your answer."

Tang Chuan rubbed Tang San's head and nodded. Tang San's gaze turned resolute as he followed his senses onward.

Upon reaching the back mountain, the throbbing sensation within Tang San's body became increasingly obvious. He was now completely certain—this was his mother's call. His bloodline could not deceive him.

Trees covered the area all around. Lush leaves rustled in the wind, accompanied by the chirping of birds nearby.

Not far away, a waterfall thundered relentlessly, its rushing waters seeming to guard something.

"Right there!"

Tang San pointed at the waterfall. He could feel that his mother was behind it.

Under the perception of Forest of Myriad Phenomena, Ah Yin's true body was plainly visible. It was in an airtight, lightless cave. Even Blue Silver Grass, with its exceptionally tenacious vitality, could not survive in such a place for long. Only because Ah Yin was the Blue Silver Emperor could she endure it—but seeing how listless she was, Tang Chuan frowned.

"Hold on tight."

Blue Silver Emperor Right Leg Bone, flight!

Tang Chuan grabbed Tang San and flew toward the waterfall.

Boom!

The Soul Power of a Soul Saint burst outward, forcibly opening a passage through the waterfall.

"Could my mother really be in a place like this?"

The interior was damp and freezing cold. It hardly looked like somewhere plants could grow. Even a prisoner would eventually be unable to endure such conditions.

Tang San's brow furrowed tightly. The only person who could have placed his mother in such a place was his Title Douluo father, Tang Hao. No outsiders ever came here, so there was no possibility of a second person knowing about it.

"Little San, your father only sensed this place through the domain innate to the Blue Silver Emperor. As for why your biological father, Tang Hao, did this, even I don't know."

Seeing Tang San begin to doubt his father Tang Hao, Tang Chuan casually offered an explanation.

Tang Hao was, after all, a thoroughbred sect slave, much like Tang San in that regard. But Tang Hao was far crueler than Tang San. If he had to choose between Ah Yin and the sect, Tang Hao would probably still choose the sect without hesitation.

So placing Ah Yin in such a place was quite in character. Once a Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast had completed its sacrifice, it no longer had any value to exploit. There was no need to keep it well cared for.