Hundred-Thousand-Year Blue Silver Emperor Right Leg Bone!

Tang Feng dispersed the vines still growing from his palm.

He walked up to Xiao Wu and calmly looked at the girl pinned to the boulder.

Xiao Wu's face flushed red with anger.

Her Scorpion Braid was pinned against her shoulder, with several strands of hair stuck to her forehead.

She tried to lift her leg and kick Tang Feng, but the vines around her legs tightened again, leaving her completely unable to move.

Tang Feng glanced at the red marks on her wrists.

"You can't even break free from my vines, and you still dared to come teach me a lesson?"

Xiao Wu opened her mouth, but had no way to refute him.

She had come to block his path tonight, even declaring that she would teach Tang Feng a lesson for Master and Tang San.

Yet Tang Feng had not been hurt.

Instead, she had been tied to the boulder by several Blue Silver Grass blades.

Tang Feng turned around.

The dark blue glow gradually faded.

The Destruction Vines wrapped around Xiao Wu's waist, wrists, and legs dissolved into specks of light.

With nothing supporting her, Xiao Wu's feet touched the ground.

The numb ache in her ankles made her lose her balance, and she fell straight onto the boulder.

She lowered her head to look at her wrists.

Clear red marks had been left on her fair skin.

Xiao Wu rubbed her wrists, then immediately looked up and glared at Tang Feng.

"Just you wait!"

Tang Feng did not look back.

"Get lost."

Xiao Wu braced herself against the boulder and stood up.

She straightened her rumpled pink skirt and tossed her Scorpion Braid back behind her.

Watching Tang Feng's retreating figure as he walked toward the center of the boulder, she ultimately did not attack again.

Xiao Wu turned and rushed down the mountain path.

Her pink-and-white boots trampled through the dirt, her steps much faster than they had been on the way here.

She ran all the way back to the vacant house in the village and pushed open the wooden door.

The door slammed into the wall.

Tang San, sleeping next door, was awakened by the noise.

He sat up at once and looked toward the doorway by the moonlight outside the window.

"Xiao Wu, what happened?"

Xiao Wu stood by the door.

Her eyes were slightly red, the marks on her wrists had yet to fade, and her skirt was stained with bits of mountain grass.

Remembering how she had just been pinned to the boulder by the Destruction Vines, she clenched her teeth tightly.

Xiao Wu did not answer Tang San.

She walked to the bed, pulled the thin blanket over herself, and did not say a word.

The next day.

Morning light streamed into the vacant house in the village.

Xiao Wu sat by the bed, lowering her head as she arranged her pink skirt.

The red marks on her wrists had faded, but a faint numb ache still lingered in her ankles.

Tang San glanced at her.

He had guessed last night that Xiao Wu had secretly gone to find Tang Feng.

As for the result, it was already obvious.

Yu Xiaogang stood before the window with his hands behind his back.

"Tang Feng's Blue Silver Grass is indeed unusual."

"But he refused systematic instruction and insists on figuring things out alone. He is destined to go nowhere."

Tang San was silent for a moment before nodding lightly.

"My brother has always been this arrogant."

"Teacher was willing to give him a chance, yet he did not know how to cherish it."

"This life of his is ruined."

Yu Xiaogang agreed with that assessment.

No matter how powerful a Martial Soul was, it still required suitable Spirit Rings and a proper path of cultivation.

A child remaining in Holy Soul Village could never possess such conditions.

Xiao Wu said nothing.

The dark blue vines from last night surfaced in her mind again.

So what if Tang Feng was strong now?

Without professional guidance, his future accomplishments could not amount to much.

By the time Tang San and she became Soul Grandmasters, or even Soul Elders, Tang Feng would probably still be in Holy Soul Village playing around with that Blue Silver Grass.

Thinking of this, much of the frustration in Xiao Wu's heart dissipated.

After packing their things, the three soon left Holy Soul Village.

Tang Feng stood on the hillside and watched them gradually disappear along the dirt road.

Yesterday's battle had made him even more aware of his own shortcomings.

Nineteenth-rank Soul Power was not difficult to use against the current Xiao Wu.

But he could not keep staying here.

"I need to speed things up."

Tang Feng withdrew his gaze and turned toward the cliff face.

Late at night.

Moonlight covered the boulder.

Tang Feng sat cross-legged in its center, exhausting the Soul Power in his body again and again.

Blue-gold blades of grass spread all around him, continuously drawing in the life energy between heaven and earth.

When his Soul Power recovered once more, he was just about to continue cultivating when a sudden burning sensation came from his right palm.

The Life Blue Silver Emperor swayed violently.

Every blade pointed west.

Tang Feng's eyes snapped open.

A bloodline resonance rose from the depths of his Martial Soul and swiftly spread through his entire body along his meridians.

That aura was extremely weak, yet it gave him an instinctive sense of closeness.

Tang Feng raised his head and looked toward the mountains in the west.

"Mother..."

The title surfaced from the depths of his heart without the slightest hesitation.

The Life Blue Silver Emperor swayed again.

Blue-gold radiance gathered at the tips of its grass blades, showing him the way.

The next day.

Outside Old Jack's house.

Tang Feng carried a simple bundle and placed the dry rations he had prepared into the cloth bag at his waist.

Old Jack held onto the doorframe, his face full of worry.

"There are spirit beasts in the western forest."

"It's far too dangerous for you to go in alone."

Tang Feng tightened Old Jack's outer garment for him.

"Grandpa Jack, I'll be careful."

"At the shortest, a few days. At the longest, half a month. I'll definitely return."

Old Jack knew he could not persuade him, so he could only take out a firewood knife polished bright from use.

"Take this."

"Don't try to be brave out there."

Tang Feng accepted the knife and nodded seriously.

"I'll remember."

After bidding Old Jack farewell, he left the village alone and headed west.

The forest gradually grew denser.

Towering trees blocked out the sunlight, while damp fallen leaves carpeted the ground.

Tang Feng summoned the Life Blue Silver Emperor.

Its blue-gold grass blades touched the Blue Silver Grass growing along the way.

Countless faint sensations came one after another, helping him avoid areas where spirit beasts were active while making that bloodline aura clearer and clearer.

Half a day later.

Tang Feng crossed a mountain stream and arrived between two peaks.

A narrow fissure was hidden in a stone wall concealed by vines.

The Life Blue Silver Emperor continuously extended toward the fissure.

"It's inside."

Tang Feng pushed aside the vines and slipped into the cave sideways.

The cave was damp and dark.

Sunlight could not reach this place, and only scattered moss grew on the rock walls.

After reaching the deepest part of the cave, a slender stalk of Blue Silver Grass came into view.

It grew beside a wet, cold rock.

Its sparse blades carried a dim blue-gold sheen, its roots struggling to force their way into the cracks in the stone, able to survive only on droplets falling from the cave ceiling.

Tang Feng stopped.

The Life Blue Silver Emperor appeared on its own, every blue-gold blade drooping toward that stalk of Blue Silver Grass.

Such a frail environment was completely unsuitable for plant growth.

Yet Tang Hao had left Ah Yin in a cave that never saw sunlight all year round.

"His intentions are unforgivable."

Tang Feng walked over to the Blue Silver Grass and slowly crouched down.

The stalk of Blue Silver Grass swayed gently.

A thin, frail vine lifted and touched his forehead.

Boom!

A vast number of images flooded into his mind.

In a boundless forest, countless Blue Silver Grass stalks bowed before a blue-gold figure.

Spirit Hall Spirit Masters pursued her relentlessly.

Blood dyed her dress red.

On the brink of death from severe injuries, she left her final life force here, leaving only her true body to grow anew.

Tang Feng saw that gentle face.

That was his mother.

The Hundred-Thousand-Year Blue Silver Emperor, Ah Yin.

The images gradually faded.

Tang Feng remained crouched there, unmoving for a long time.

The frail vine pressed against his cheek, then slowly curled around one of his fingers.

The grass blades gently brushed against his skin.

Ah Yin could no longer return to human form, but her lingering instincts still recognized her child.

"Mother."

Tang Feng stretched out both hands and sheltered the struggling stalk of Blue Silver Grass.

At that moment, blue-gold light shone from Ah Yin's roots.

A crystal-clear right leg bone slowly emerged.

Dense life energy filled the cave.

The Hundred-Thousand-Year Blue Silver Emperor Right Leg Bone!