Who Was Plotting Against Me?!

Tang Hao brought Tang San and Xiao Wu to the Blue Silver Forest.

Tang San looked around, sensing the aura of this place with curiosity rising in his heart.

Although all kinds of plants grew throughout this forest, radiating a spiritual energy unlike that of ordinary vegetation, it did not seem to be a true Spirit Beast forest.

"Dad, this doesn't seem to be a Spirit Beast forest, does it? Can I find a suitable Spirit Beast here to become my fourth Spirit Ring?"

"You'll know when we get there. Sometimes, Spirit Rings don't necessarily have to be obtained by hunting Spirit Beasts."

Tang San and Xiao Wu exchanged a glance, both intrigued.

Tang San was human; unlike Xiao Wu, he could not condense Spirit Rings on his own.

If he did not hunt a Spirit Beast, how would he obtain a Spirit Ring?

It was far too strange.

Still, Tang San knew that since his father had said so, there had to be a reason. He did not ask further.

The three continued deeper into the forest.

The farther they went, the more Tang Hao felt that something was wrong.

His brow gradually furrowed, and panic steadily grew in his heart.

He knew that a powerful plant-type Spirit Beast lived in the Blue Silver Forest: the Blue Silver King, with a cultivation of eighty-five thousand years.

It was the Blue Silver King that guarded this forest.

Because of its existence, this forest was filled with immense life energy.

Yet at this very moment, he could not sense the Blue Silver King's presence at all.

What alarmed him even more was that the forest's aura of life seemed much weaker than before. It was nowhere near as vigorous as when he had come here previously.

How could this be?!

What exactly had happened?

Could something have happened to the Blue Silver King?

Tang San noticed that something was off with his father.

"Dad, what's wrong?"

"Nothing. You two, hurry and follow me."

A bad premonition filled Tang Hao, and he quickened his pace.

Tang San and Xiao Wu also sped up and hurried after him.

When they reached the very heart of the forest, Tang Hao was utterly dumbfounded!

Before them lay a scene of devastation.

The core area that had once brimmed with life, where Blue Silver Grass swayed like rolling waves, was now left scarred and ruined.

The Blue Silver King's enormous body, once spreading like a canopy that blotted out the sky, had completely collapsed into countless broken branches and fragments.

The breaks were jagged and uneven, as if an overwhelmingly violent force had blasted them apart by sheer force.

Those broken branches and fragments had long since withered. Clearly, it had been dead for quite some time.

"How could this be?!"

Tang Hao swayed, feeling as though someone had smashed his chest with a heavy hammer.

"No!"

He spat out a mouthful of blood, which turned into a mist of crimson in the air.

Tang Hao's knees gave way, and he fell to the ground, trembling uncontrollably.

"Dad!"

Tang San was startled. He rushed forward in a single stride and supported Tang Hao by the arm.

Tang Hao already had severe internal injuries.

His clash with the Demon Subduing Douluo had worsened them.

Losing the Blue Silver Emperor Seed and that right leg bone had further caused his rage to assault his heart.

After several months of recuperation, he had only just begun to recover. Now he had suffered another devastating blow.

Those past few months of recovery had all been for nothing.

"Dad, what's wrong? What exactly happened?"

Seeing his father collapse, Tang San felt as if his heart were being cut by knives.

Xiao Wu hurried over as well, her eyes filled with worry.

Tang Hao lowered his head and stared at the dry, shattered remains scattered across the ground, his eyes full of despair.

"Little San, your Blue Silver Grass Martial Soul was inherited from your mother, the Blue Silver Emperor. It contains a trace of the Blue Silver Emperor's origin power, but it has yet to awaken.

"A Blue Silver King with a cultivation of eighty-five thousand years originally lived here. It had submitted to the Blue Silver Emperor.

"The Blue Silver Emperor is passed down through a single bloodline. As long as you came here, it would sense the aura of royalty within your Martial Soul.

"Then... it would willingly recognize you as its master and help your Martial Soul undergo a second awakening, evolving into the Blue Silver Emperor.

"It would use its own energy to help you condense your fourth Spirit Ring...

"The eighty-five-thousand-year Blue Silver King... it possessed immense energy... but now... everything is gone."

Upon hearing this, Tang San felt as though the sky had collapsed around him!

His fourth Spirit Ring, condensed with the help of an eighty-five-thousand-year Blue Silver King?

What kind of terrifying improvement would such a Spirit Ring have brought him?

More importantly, if his Blue Silver Grass Martial Soul underwent a second awakening and became the Blue Silver Emperor, it would surely be a qualitative leap.

But now, that tremendous opportunity was gone.

The hundred-thousand-year Blue Silver Emperor Right Leg Bone his mother had left behind had also been stolen.

If that Spirit Bone and the Blue Silver King had both remained, he could not imagine what kind of improvement they would have brought him.

First, they stole his Spirit Bone. Then, they destroyed the Blue Silver King...

Who the hell was plotting against me?!

Why?!

Why was everything targeting Tang San?!

What had I, Tang San, ever done wrong?!

Such an enormous opportunity, such a secret inheritance, had been stolen from him and destroyed just like that!

Tang San clenched his fists tightly as fury surged within his chest.

But he quickly regained his composure and did not let rage consume him.

His father had suffered another severe blow and was already in this state. If Tang San collapsed as well, everything would truly be over.

What he needed to do was find the culprit and reclaim everything that belonged to him, not stand here grieving uselessly!

Tang San looked around carefully, examining the area before crouching down to sniff the ground.

"Dad, the Blue Silver King... looks like it was blown apart by something. But there are no traces of gunpowder here, nor are there any metal fragments. That means it could only have been an explosive-type soul skill used by a Soul Master, and its power was immense. If I'm not mistaken, the person who did this is the same one who stole Mother's Spirit Bone. Somehow, he learned our secret and acted in advance."

"Little San, your analysis is correct. An ordinary Soul Master could never have killed an eighty-five-thousand-year Blue Silver King. He must be a Title Douluo-level expert. When I find him... I'll tear him into ten thousand pieces!"

It took Tang Hao quite a while before he finally recovered.

He knew he could not be crushed by this.

There was less than a month left until the Soul Master Tournament, and he needed to obtain Tang San's fourth Spirit Ring as soon as possible.

"Little San, we're going to the Star Dou Great Forest to find a suitable Spirit Beast for you."

A few days later.

Star Dou Great Forest.

To temper Tang San and Xiao Wu, Tang Hao had them search for Spirit Beasts and hunt them on their own.

He watched from the shadows and would only intervene if necessary.

Xiao Wu's Soul Power had reached level forty-seven.

Although Tang San was only level forty, his mastery and use of the Clear Sky Hammer had improved considerably, and he also possessed highly lethal hidden weapons.

Tang Hao believed that as long as the two worked together properly, killing a Spirit Beast with around five thousand years of cultivation would not be a problem at all.

As the two walked, Tang San suddenly sensed movement behind him.

A chilly aura slithered across the ground like a venomous snake.

"Watch out!"

Tang San reacted with incredible speed. Almost the instant he shouted, he and Xiao Wu leaped onto tree trunks on the other side.

Whoosh!

Whoosh!

Whoosh!

Several pitch-black vines shot toward the spot where they had been standing, lashing wildly through the surroundings like the arms of vengeful ghosts, accompanied by piercing whistles of wind.

The vines were covered in sharp barbs.

Wherever they passed, the flowers and grass on the ground rapidly withered, their leaves turning black and curling up as if their life had been drained away.

Tang San's gaze sharpened.

He recognized it as a Soul-Eating Demon Vine, just over ten thousand years old.

It actually dared to ambush Tang San? It had chosen its own death!