You Need Not Worry

Tang Hao remained silent for a long while, merely staring at Fang Yuan.

He did not unleash the aura of a Title Douluo, because doing so would have been as conspicuous as lighting a candle in the dark.

He had intended to conceal his identity and live anonymously, so naturally he would not draw attention to himself.

However, when faced with this young man who had taken his son as a disciple, Tang Hao would not simply do nothing.

Fang Yuan could sense that Tang Hao had condensed the aura of a Title Douluo into something like a needle and thrust it at him.

This method of controlling one's aura could be called exquisite. It truly did not match the stereotypical image of the power-type Clear Sky Hammer martial soul.

As the youngest Title Douluo, Tang Hao truly had some skill.

Of course, it would have been even better if those skills were not being used against him.

A bead of sweat involuntarily formed at Fang Yuan's temple.

Apart from the boost in strength granted by Incomplete Freedom Transformation, Fang Yuan's own cultivation was currently only rank seventy-one.

A seven-ringed Soul Sage was indeed not weak, and the Supreme Immortal Embryo martial soul could be considered top-tier, but before a Title Douluo, he still seemed somewhat immature.

"You are quite good. Your talent and strength are passable, and you have some brains as well." Seeing that Fang Yuan's expression had barely changed beneath his aura, Tang Hao finally spoke indifferently. "I am leaving, to do things I should have done long ago. Before I go, I hope to entrust Little San to you.

"Do you know? If you had not appeared, I originally intended to choose Grandmaster as Little San's teacher. Grandmaster has deeply studied theory and was the most likely candidate to raise Little San into a strong expert."

The corner of Fang Yuan's mouth twitched slightly, and he sneered inwardly.

You two really do belong in the same toilet bowl. You're practically the twin stars of the education world. You could consider making your debut as livestreamers selling courses.

Tang Hao's aura finally receded slowly. His murky eyes fixed upon Fang Yuan. "You are very good. Since Little San has taken you as his teacher, I hope you will teach him well with all your heart. He is my son, and he is also the hope of the Clear Sky Sect. Do you understand what is at stake?"

As he spoke, Tang Hao raised his hand and waved it. With a clank, a pitch-black token landed on the table before Fang Yuan.

Six strange patterns were carved onto the token. It was precisely the Papal Token issued by Spirit Hall, representing the status of an honorary elder.

Tang Hao's voice rang out. "Do not say I gave you no benefits. You recognize this token, do you not? With this Papal Token, you can enjoy the treatment of an elder within Spirit Hall. From now on, train Little San well. I will come see him often."

Having said his piece, Tang Hao did not linger. His figure flashed, and he vanished from the room.

Looking at the room, now empty once more, Fang Yuan could not help but laugh.

He had been angered into laughter.

Glancing at the Papal Token on the table, Fang Yuan grumbled inwardly.

You, Tang Hao, have offended Spirit Hall to the death. This Papal Token is useless in your hands anyway, so of course it does not pain you to give it away.

Why make it sound as though you paid some enormous price?

That old bastard had come over for no reason, given him a pointless show of force, then left after spouting a few pointless words.

It was utterly inexplicable.

"You're leaving, are you? Fine." Fang Yuan put away the Papal Token, a strange glint flashing through his eyes.

"I am a kind-hearted man. Even though you have shown me such disrespect, I will still repay resentment with virtue.

"I shall care for your wife, so you need not worry."

Fang Yuan's figure flashed as well. He leaped out through the wide-open window and arrived outside Notting Academy.

With a light tap of his toes, he headed toward Holy Soul Village.

Now that Fang Yuan possessed the cultivation of a Soul Sage, his traveling speed was exceptionally swift. Holy Soul Village was not far outside Notting City, and he arrived in almost no time at all.

Following the impressions in his memory, Fang Yuan found a high place and looked around.

Then his gaze shifted, and he spotted the rapidly flowing waterfall.

In a flash, Fang Yuan arrived before the waterfall. The mechanisms set up here naturally could not trouble him. In mere moments, Fang Yuan found the hidden trigger.

As the mechanism activated, a doorway appeared in the seemingly seamless stone wall. Fang Yuan stepped inside.

It was a cave, dark and damp.

At the deepest part of the cave was a faint glow, caused by a small hole no more than an inch wide in the ceiling.

By the faint moonlight filtering through that hole, Fang Yuan could see a small mound of earth within the cave. On the mound, a slender Blue Silver Grass trembled slightly.

This Blue Silver Grass looked very different from ordinary Blue Silver Grass. Its blades were longer, with fine golden patterns upon them.

However, it seemed half-dead. The dark environment and barren soil kept it constantly on the verge of withering completely.

To be precise, this was not ordinary Blue Silver Grass at all, but a Blue Silver Emperor.

And Tang San's mother.

Looking at the scene before him, Fang Yuan clicked his tongue.

Should he marvel at the Blue Silver Emperor's tenacious vitality, or say that Haozi was really not much of a human being?

It was like deliberately pinching shut the oxygen tube of a ventilator—neither allowing someone to recover fully nor letting them die peacefully.

Fang Yuan could not help wondering whether Tang Hao had done this deliberately.

If it was deliberate, then it was truly too vicious. If it was not deliberate, then his brain was stupid beyond all measure.

If someone was stupid to that extent, they might as well be a little evil instead.

"It is all right, Madam. Now that I am here, forget your husband."

Fang Yuan reached out and gently stroked the leaves of the Blue Silver Emperor.

The Blue Silver Emperor's leaves trembled faintly in response to the external stimulation, making it seem rather adorable.

From that alone, Fang Yuan could tell that if it were planted somewhere rich in life energy, the chances of this Blue Silver Emperor recovering would be quite high.

With a thought from Fang Yuan, the Blue Silver Emperor before him abruptly vanished.

Then Fang Yuan immersed his consciousness into the Supreme Immortal Aperture and saw the Blue Silver Emperor upon a lush grassland in Central Continent.

Fang Yuan had specifically selected this location for the Blue Silver Emperor. The surrounding vegetation was abundant and the life energy dense, making it most suitable for the Blue Silver Emperor's growth.

At the other end of this grassland was also an immortal-grade medicinal herb Fang Yuan had obtained from the Ice and Fire Yin Yang Well.

After being transplanted into the Supreme Immortal Aperture, the Blue Silver Emperor seemed to come alive again.

Its leaves slowly unfurled, like a person stretching after waking, brimming with the vigor of life.

Fang Yuan looked at the Blue Silver Emperor with great satisfaction.

Its condition appeared quite good, and it was recovering quickly, so Fang Yuan could rest easy and leave it here to grow freely.

Otherwise, if the Blue Silver Emperor took too long to recover, Fang Yuan could hardly apply farmyard manure to it. He would have no choice but to research chemical fertilizer, wasting quite a bit of effort for nothing.

Now that the Blue Silver Emperor had settled within the immortal aperture, Fang Yuan estimated that, with the sixtyfold difference in the flow of time inside and outside the aperture, it would not be long before the Blue Silver Emperor—renowned for its vigorous vitality—fully recovered.