Depriving Tang San of His Blue Silver Emperor Bloodline
Ye Hua stood in front of Tang San, his eyes full of mockery.
Why can't I be here?
"This Spirit Pagoda is mine. I can come whenever I want."
Tang San's face was deathly pale, and his teeth were grinding together.
"Fine! Very well! I, Tang San, admit defeat!"
"Now that I'm in your hands, you can do whatever you want with me!"
"If I even frown, I'm not Tang San!"
He spoke with great passion, even struggling to straighten his chest, like a tough guy facing death without fear.
Ye Hua simply smiled and casually winked at Solitary Bamboo beside him.
Solitary Bamboo understood, and the bamboo leaves unfurled with a whoosh, their tips pointing directly at Tang San's back!
Tang San felt a chill approaching, and a shiver instantly ran down his spine!
His heroic spirit just now burst open like a balloon punctured by a needle!
"No, no, no! Ye Hua! I was wrong!"
"What exactly do you want? Just tell me!"
"Oh dear, didn't you say you'd do whatever you want with me?" Ye Hua squatted down, resting his chin on his hand.
"I'm the kind of person who listens to advice the most. Since you've asked, I should at least grant your request, right?"
Tang San broke out in a cold sweat, his lips trembling for a long time, but he couldn't utter a single harsh word.
"Alright, I won't tease you anymore." Ye Hua stood up. "I'm not a demon who eats children."
"Alright then, as long as you're willing to hand over one item, we can put an end to this matter."
Tang San felt as if he had been granted a pardon. "What is it? Spirit Bone? A secret manual? Or are you eyeing the treasures of my Clear Sky Sect?"
"Tell me! I'll give you everything!"
"Even if it's my Hidden Weapon weapon technique, it's fine!"
Ye Hua cut to the chase, "I want your Blue Silver Emperor Bloodline."
Time seemed to stand still.
Tang San's face, initially filled with wild joy, instantly froze.
"What... what did you say?"
"I want your Blue Silver Emperor Bloodline."
Tang San was stunned.
Then he suddenly jumped up!
His face Wrath with rage!
"Ye Hua! You have no humanity!"
"You stole my Xiao Wu! You took my Hidden Weapon! You destroyed my hope!"
"Now they're even taking my Blood City?!"
"Are you going to drain my bone marrow and boil it into soup to drink?!"
Ye Hua sneered, his eyes so cold they could drip water.
"Tang San, get this straight, who's settling scores with whom right now?"
"In the illusion, you killed Spirit Transmitter, slaughtered Soul Spirit, and damaged the Spirit Pagoda. Weren't all of those things you truly wanted to do?"
Tang San's breath caught in his throat as he forced a defense, "But those were all illusions! Nothing happened at all!"
"But it makes me uncomfortable." Ye Hua shrugged.
"I am the creator of Soul Spirit, and I have a natural compassion for Soul Beast."
"But to think that you, with the blood of the Blue Silver Emperor flowing through your veins, and being half a Soul Beast yourself, yet you boast of slaughtering Soul Beast, tsk tsk tsk..."
Tang San's heart pounded, his breathing suddenly accelerated, and his mouth felt numb; he was almost suffering from respiratory alkalosis.
"So," Ye Hua said lightly, "Today we've solved this once and for all, and I've only been annoyed once."
Tang San wanted to continue begging for mercy, his forehead slamming heavily on the ground, "Ye Hua! Teacher Ye! I was wrong! I was really wrong!"
"I'm a stupid pig, a stupid donkey, please forgive me this time! I'll never do it again! I don't want my Soul Spirit anymore!"
"The Spirit Pagoda, I swear, I will never set foot in it again!"
"Let me go... please let me go!!"
Tears streamed down his face as he banged his forehead against the ground repeatedly.
Ye Hua looked down at the figure kneeling at his feet, his eyes completely unmoved.
"Tang San," he said calmly, "Do you think I'd believe you?"
Upon hearing this, Tang San nearly fainted.
It seems Ye Hua truly has no intention of letting him off the hook!
"... If I hand over my bloodline, will you really let me leave alive?"
"I keep my word."
Tang San lowered his head and remained silent for a long time.
Finally, his shoulders slumped down.
"... bring it on."
Without saying a word, Ye Hua raised his hand and placed it on Tang San's chest.
Gold Trial energy surged forth, locking in the Blue Silver Emperor Bloodline within his body.
Tang San's body tensed, and a suppressed groan escaped his throat.
"Ughhhhhh!"
The blue light was forcibly stripped from Tang San's body!
Unravel the mystery meticulously, leaving nothing out!
Finally, it coalesced into a fist-sized ball of light, entirely azure blue, radiating a rich aura of life.
Tang San, on the other hand, looked like a dried-out piece of wood, with cracked lips and crow's feet at the corners of his eyes!
Even Azure Wind Ancient Bamboo wasn't spared by Ye Hua; he pulled him out of the Soul Ring, and the Soul Ring dissipated.
He was panting heavily, clearly feeling the loss of strength, yet unable to resist.
But then, something even more terrifying happened—
Tang San was horrified to discover that his Soul Power was plummeting!
Level 56...
Level 54...
Level 52...
Ultimately, it barely stopped at level 50!
"My... my Soul Power..."
Tang San trembled all over, his pupils dilating.
He raised his hand, intending to summon his Blue Silver Grass Martial Soul.
But what shines on the fingertips is only a withered, yellowish color.
Click.
The roots of the Blue Silver Grass split open, turning into tiny specks of fluorescent light from top to bottom, which then dissipated into the air.
Tang San was stunned, his breath caught in his throat.
"My Blue Silver Grass... has disappeared..."
He murmured to himself, his eyes lifeless and empty.
But when he saw that Azure Wind Ancient Bamboo had also broken away from him, he couldn't help himself.
"Wait!" Tang San took a deep breath, "Azure Wind Ancient Bamboo!"
"Didn't you make a contract with me? How can you run away!"
"So Soul Spirit can be separated? Heh, aren't you afraid someone might kill and steal treasures for a higher-level Soul Spirit?"
Ye Hua narrowed his eyes slightly. "That was only for you."
Tang San was dumbfounded.
"Perhaps," Ye Hua rewarded Gu Zhu with his spiritual power, "He's just an actor."
"And you, from beginning to end, never even made a contract with Soul Spirit?"
Tang San's mind went completely blank!
"From beginning to end?"
"From beginning to end."
Upon receiving Ye Hua's affirmative reply, Tang San felt dizzy and disoriented.
This sentence became the final straw, breaking Tang San.
He made a hoarse sound in his throat, his whole body convulsed, and white foam came out of his mouth!
This is clearly a sign of intense anger and a reversal of blood and qi flow!
"Wow!"
Blood gushed out!
Immediately afterwards, Tang San's hair and eye colors also began to change.
It quickly faded from blue and turned back to jet black.
Having lost the support of his bloodline, he completely reverted to the ordinary Tang San he was back then, who grew up in the blacksmith shop of Holy Soul Village.
"Ye Hua," he spat out the words through gritted teeth, "You will die a horrible death!"
Before he could finish speaking, his eyes rolled back and he fainted.
Ye Hua glanced at him, then waved his hand without changing his expression.
The Spirit Pagoda flashed white light, kicking Tang San away.
Bang!
It crashed solidly onto the ground outside the tower.
Limbs outstretched, dust flying everywhere.
Tang Yuehua was standing in the square, waiting anxiously.
Hearing the noise, he turned around and froze.
These clothes, this figure, this long hair...
"Xiao San?!"
Tang Yuehua was horrified when she saw the unconscious Tang San.
She rushed forward, took three steps at a time, and crouched down to inspect the situation.
Upon noticing his weak breath and the change in his hair and eye color, they were struck dumb!
Oh no, how am I going to explain this to my older brother and Ah Yin?!
With Xiao San by her side, this terrible thing happened!
She raised her head and looked at the Spirit Pagoda, about to go in and demand justice, when she saw Ye Hua come out.
"Night Alliance Leader?" Tang Yuehua blinked. "What is this?"