Tang San's Regret

"Y-Young friend, if you really can cure this poison, the Dugu Clan will forever treat you as an honored guest!"

"Go on, bring your granddaughter here now. I naturally have a way to cure your poison."

This time, Dugu Bo did not hesitate. He flew toward the edge of the forest, truly believing Tang Chuan's words. With the other man's strength, there was simply no need for him to lie.

"Father, Little San has a solution. I just don't know whether it will work."

Only after Dugu Bo had left did Tang San pull Tang Chuan aside and reveal his idea.

"We can brew medicinal soup for him and use it together with soul bones to force the poison into the soul bones. That way, he won't have to suffer from the illness anymore."

This was a method Tang San had just worked out himself. Though it could not cure the root cause, it would at least keep the other party alive.

Tang Chuan nodded, then shook his head. Seeing that, Tang San immediately fell into thought. Was his method still not complete enough?

"Little San, your method can only address the immediate crisis. Dugu Bo is fine—he is, after all, a Title Douluo. Obtaining a few soul bones would be easy enough for him. But have you considered what will happen once the poison in those soul bones reaches its limit? Wouldn't it still erupt in the end and kill him?"

"Moreover, this illness is hereditary. Your method treats the symptoms but not the root cause. The children born to his granddaughter would still carry this disease."

Tang San lowered his head in shame. He had never imagined that this solution, which had seemed fairly perfect to him, contained so many "pitfalls."

Yet Tang Chuan looked at Tang San's appearance with satisfaction in his eyes. It seemed he was finally no longer that youth who kept choosing the path of death at every turn. During this period of teaching, Tang San had changed quite a lot after all.

"Don't blame yourself, Little San. It's already very good that you came up with this method. Leave the rest to your father."

"Mm-hm, Father. These immortal herbs are all recorded in the Mysterious Heaven Treasure Record, and their effects are described in great detail."

Tang Chuan nodded, then instructed Tang San to plant Ah Yin near the Ice and Fire Yin Yang Well. Although Tang San had yet to absorb and refine those two immortal herbs, he could still barely plant Ah Yin with his Mysterious Jade Hand.

The moment she touched the ground, Ah Yin swiftly began taking root. Her leaves and roots continued to grow, and with the spiritual energy here, her recovery would proceed at an astonishing speed.

"Little San, if your father tells Dugu Bo about that soul bone detoxification method, that would count as fulfilling my promise, wouldn't it?"

"Father, you definitely wouldn't do that."

Tang San answered without the slightest hesitation. In truth, he had harbored a selfish motive when he mentioned the soul bone method.

Dugu Bo was sitting on a treasure trove without even knowing it. If he learned that the immortal herbs here—the things he faced every day—were actually the medicine capable of curing his illness, wouldn't he fly into a rage?

That was why Tang San had considered using the soul bone detoxification method to send Dugu Bo away.

"Why do you think I wouldn't?"

"Father, you are pure and immaculate, and your image is naturally upright and noble. Since you promised to cure him completely, you would never go back on your word."

"Correct, Little San. You may have some other thoughts in your heart, and your father does not blame you for them. After all, you were thinking for our own sake. But once we have promised someone, we cannot break our word. Besides, the friendship of a Title Douluo is a very worthwhile bargain however you look at it."

Hearing this, Tang San once again felt ashamed and remorseful. He was so foolish, truly foolish. If not for his father's explanation, he might really have remained doubtful, and that way of thinking might even have lingered in his mind.

But Tang Chuan's words awakened him like a dreamer. Tang San only felt that he was narrow-minded. How could someone with such thoughts shoulder the responsibility of rebuilding the Tang Sect?

"Father's lesson is correct. Little San has learned from it!"

Outsiders might call Tang San hypocritical, but if one became his brother or sister, there was truly nothing to criticize.

The few from Shrek Academy in the original story had undoubtedly only been able to cultivate to the level of Title Douluo because their opportunities were sufficient. Without the immortal herbs Tang San gave them, it was easy to predict what their futures would have been like.

Those immortal herbs were all foundations for becoming gods. Without talent, why would any god take a liking to those people from Shrek Academy?

That was why Tang Chuan felt Tang San's current changes were already quite good. In only a year, he had learned a great deal.

One had to remember what sort of person Tang San had been in his previous life. He had belonged to the Tang Sect, an assassin organization. To put it bluntly, everyone there had been trained as weapons for killing. Tang San changing this much was already a great success.

"Alright, Little San. Your father is very pleased that you can take this in. As the saying goes, there is no greater good than correcting one's mistakes!"

Tang San nodded heavily. He admired his father more and more now. Could someone truly be this perfect?

"Now that Dugu Bo and the others have left, Little San, do you have any immortal herbs you need? You can collect them now."

"Oh, and don't worry about your father. Just focus on improving yourself. What a father most wishes to see is his child growing stronger!"

"Father!"

Tang San's eyes unknowingly grew moist. With immortal herb opportunities spread all around them, his father showed no greed whatsoever and even told him not to look for anything for him.

Such selflessness—his father, Tang San's father, was the one with the most righteous values!

Yet Tang San did not begin picking them immediately. Instead, his gaze continuously swept across the area as he recorded the locations of certain immortal herbs, the ones he needed most.

Full Moon Wearing Autumn Dew, Octagonal Mysterious Ice Grass, and Infernal Delicate Apricot—these were the most suitable for Tang San to consume. The first could elevate his Purple Demon Eye to the Mustard Seed Realm, while the latter two could grant his Blue Silver Grass immunity to ice and fire.

What plant-type martial souls feared most were fire attributes. With these immunities, Tang San believed that elemental restraint would be utterly useless against him.

But his father also possessed Blue Silver Grass, and he had already become a Blue Silver Emperor. Should he absorb other immortal herbs instead?

"Little San, your father already told you not to consider me. If you need them, just absorb them."

Sensing Tang San's concern, Tang Chuan was inwardly pleased, though he still told Tang San to absorb what he needed. After all, he truly had no need for these immortal herbs.

"Father..."

Tang San nodded. He truly wanted his father to absorb the Octagonal Mysterious Ice Grass and Infernal Delicate Apricot, but since his father was unwilling, then he would absorb them himself.

"Oh, and don't forget to keep an eye out for Lovesick Heartbreak Red. We'll need it later."

"Lovesick Heartbreak Red?"

Tang San was somewhat puzzled. What did Father need that for? Although Lovesick Heartbreak Red was indeed an exceedingly rare immortal herb, it was used to prove one's true love. Why would Father need it?

Though puzzled, he did not think too much about it. He nodded and began searching.