Blue Silver Emperor, Do You Really Have No Regrets?

Three days later, Holy Soul Village, Fasno Province, Heaven Dou Empire.

This was a small village with barely over three hundred households. It had earned its name because a Soul Sage had emerged from it a hundred years ago.

At this moment, beneath a hundred-meter-high waterfall outside the village, a figure slowly descended on a flying sword.

The newcomer was Ning Chen.

He put away the Emperor-Slaying Sword and looked up at the magnificent waterfall before him. Water poured down from above, crashing into the pool below and throwing up a skyful of mist.

"Not bad. The scenery's pretty nice." Ning Chen surveyed his surroundings and muttered to himself,

"According to the original description, that old drunk Tang Hao should have hidden the Blue Silver Emperor's Right Leg Bone in the cave behind this waterfall."

At the thought of that hundred-thousand-year Spirit Bone, Ning Chen felt somewhat excited.

That was a hundred-thousand-year Spirit Bone—and the Blue Silver Emperor Right Leg Bone at that, with its absurd regenerative ability of "wildfires cannot burn it all away; spring winds make it grow again."

"Tang San, you little bastard, I really ought to thank your father."

Ning Chen chuckled and headed toward the waterfall without hesitation.

A faint shield of flames appeared over his body, blocking every splashing droplet. Then he took a step forward and passed directly through the heavy curtain of water.

There really was another world behind the waterfall.

A pitch-black cave appeared before him. Its entrance was small, only wide enough for one person to pass through, and the wind blowing from within carried a damp, chilling air.

Ning Chen curled his lip and walked inside.

The cave was dark and silent, with only the sound of the waterfall outside.

Ning Chen's spiritual power had already enveloped the entire cave, leaving every detail within plainly visible to him.

The cave was not deep. After walking roughly a dozen meters, he reached its end.

In a dark, damp corner at the deepest part of the cave, an ordinary-looking Blue Silver Grass grew there alone.

Its leaves were somewhat broader than those of ordinary Blue Silver Grass, with several golden patterns running across them. Yet it looked wilted and lifeless at the moment.

Ning Chen walked over, crouched down, and gently touched one of its leaves.

"Ah, the mighty Blue Silver Emperor, with a hundred thousand years of cultivation—the emperor of all Blue Silver Grass on Douluo Continent—has actually been reduced to barely clinging to life in a dark, damp corner like this."

Ning Chen looked at this Blue Silver Emperor, Ah Yin, his voice carrying an indescribable meaning.

"Tell me, after sacrificing yourself for that useless Tang Hao and ending up like this, do you really have no regrets?"

"He had it good. With your spirit ring and Spirit Bone, he became the youngest Titled Douluo, basking in endless glory. And then what? He couldn't even protect his wife and child. Now he's hiding in the shadows like a coward who can't show his face, spending every day doing nothing but drinking."

"Tsk, tsk. What a sad story."

Ning Chen spoke to himself, not knowing whether this Blue Silver Emperor could understand him.

He stood up, no longer paying attention to the grass, and turned his gaze toward the unremarkable stone wall beside it.

"Let's see whether the good stuff is hidden in there."

With a thought from Ning Chen, the Emperor-Slaying Sword instantly appeared in his hand.

Without the slightest hesitation, he casually swung several strikes at the stone wall.

"Sssh! Sssh! Sssh!"

Several sharp dark-red sword energies flashed past. Before the Emperor-Slaying Sword, the hard stone wall was instantly sliced apart.

"Rumble!"

The stone wall shattered, and a long lead box wrapped tightly in oilcloth fell from within. It struck the ground with a dull thud.

"Found it!"

Ning Chen's eyes lit up. He walked over and used the sword tip to peel away the oilcloth, revealing the heavy-looking lead box inside.

He planted the Emperor-Slaying Sword in the ground, bent down, and lifted the lead box. It was extremely heavy, weighing at least over a hundred pounds.

Ning Chen placed the lead box on a flat stone and opened its lid.

"Buzz..."

A gentle blue radiance instantly bloomed from inside the box, accompanied by an immensely powerful aura of life.

At the center of the box lay a crystalline shinbone, as if carved from sapphire.

It was the Blue Silver Emperor's Right Leg Bone!

Ning Chen looked at the Spirit Bone, a trace of burning desire flashing through his eyes, but he had no intention of absorbing it.

This Spirit Bone possessed purely life and recovery attributes, completely incompatible with his Scorching Heaven Evil Emperor Armor and Thunder Prison Heaven-Slaying Dragon.

If he forcibly absorbed it, not only would he fail to bring out its full effect, but it might even affect the purity of his martial souls. The losses would outweigh the gains.

Ning Chen had calculated things very clearly. From the very beginning, he had not come here to absorb this Spirit Bone.

He had come solely to snatch it first.

"Hehe, even if I can't use it, I absolutely can't leave it for that little bastard Tang San."

Ning Chen gave a wicked grin, directly closed the lid, and shoved the entire lead box along with the Spirit Bone inside into his storage soul tool.

Getting a hundred-thousand-year Spirit Bone for free—even if he could not use it himself, giving it away or trading it for something else would still be an enormous profit.

After finishing all this, Ning Chen clapped his hands, feeling completely refreshed.

He turned around and glanced once more at the lonely Blue Silver Emperor in the corner.

After thinking for a moment, he walked over and carefully dug up the entire Blue Silver Emperor, roots and soil included.

Then he went to the cave entrance and transplanted it into a patch of grass beside the waterfall, where it could receive sunlight and the soil was relatively fertile.

"Fine. Since you contributed a Spirit Bone to me, I'll help you move somewhere better." Ning Chen patted the dirt off his hands and muttered to himself,

After saying that, Ning Chen did not linger any longer.

He summoned the Emperor-Slaying Sword, leaped into the air, transformed into a streak of light, and sped toward Wuhun City.

What Ning Chen did not know was that after he left, a teardrop fell from the tip of the Blue Silver Emperor, sliding down its leaves.

By evening, the sun had begun to set.

Outside Wuhun City, a town called Windbell Town was brightly lit and bustling with people.

On the second floor of Joy-Coming Inn, the largest inn in town, inside a fine guest room.

Dugu Bo and Dugu Yan, grandfather and granddaughter, sat at the table, absentmindedly eating dinner.

"Grandpa, when do you think... the young master will come back? It's already been several days."

Dugu Yan poked at the rice in her bowl, her lips pursed as she asked dejectedly.

Over the past few days, she and her grandfather had first returned to Heaven Dou City to pack some necessary luggage, then hurried without rest to Windbell Town.

But after waiting several days in a row, there had not even been a trace of Ning Chen.

Dugu Bo set down his chopsticks, took a sip of wine, and comforted her.

"Yan Yan, don't worry. The young master must have gone to handle something important. Since he told us to wait here, he'll definitely come."

Though he said that, Dugu Bo was actually somewhat uneasy.

The young master had gone out alone and was unfamiliar with the place. What if he ran into some trouble...

Just as the grandfather and granddaughter were each lost in their worries, a faint sound of something cutting through the air suddenly came from outside the window.

Immediately afterward, a dark figure appeared inside the room.

"Young Master!"

"Ning... Young Master!"

The moment Dugu Bo and Dugu Yan saw the newcomer, they both rose to their feet in delight.

Ning Chen put away the Emperor-Slaying Sword. Seeing how excited the two were, he smiled and nodded.

"I'm back."