I Swear on My Life!

"Thump, thump, thump."

Deep in the night, a knock at the door sounded, interrupting Ling Han, who was in the middle of meditation.

Ling Han opened the door to find Tang San standing outside.

"What is it, Xiao San? Is there something you need to see your teacher about so late?"

Seeing Tang San's grave expression, Ling Han invited him inside.

Once inside, Tang San sat down as Ling Han gestured, his face full of inner conflict.

After a long while, Tang San finally made up his mind and spoke, "Teacher, Xiao Wu... Xiao Wu doesn't seem to be human..."

Ling Han was startled upon hearing this. Had Tang San discovered Xiao Wu's identity?

Although Tang San's Purple Demon Eye had broken through to the Mustard Seed Realm for some time, with the sachet he himself had given her, Xiao Wu's identity shouldn't have been discovered.

"How did you find out?" Ling Han asked.

Tang San's expression was a struggle, but within that struggle lay firmness.

"My Purple Demon Eye broke through to the Mustard Seed Realm a while ago, but before that, I hadn't discovered Xiao Wu's true identity."

"Yet, just last night, Xiao Wu asked me to help comb her hair, and she took off the sachet at her waist. At that moment, I suddenly realized that the aura on Xiao Wu was off—it wasn't a human aura..."

Ling Han understood.

Xiao Wu had no guard against Tang San, which was only natural.

Now, it was time to see what Tang San's attitude would be.

"Xiao San, since you told your teacher that Xiao Wu is a hundred-thousand-year soul beast in human form, what do you expect your teacher to do? Help you take down Xiao Wu so she becomes your hundred-thousand-year soul ring and soul bone in the future?"

A hundred-thousand-year soul beast was bound to drop a soul bone, alongside a hundred-thousand-year soul ring; no Soul Master would remain unmoved.

"No! I didn't mean that!"

Tang San blurted out without the slightest hesitation.

"Teacher, no matter what, I will never covet Xiao Wu's soul ring and soul bone! I swear on my life!"

Ling Han's expression suddenly relaxed. He patted Tang San's shoulder and smiled. "You rascal, you're quite the romantic."

Tang San's face flushed, and he rubbed the back of his head in embarrassment.

"Don't worry. I've known about this for a long time. The sachet on Xiao Wu is something I gave her; it can isolate her soul beast aura so others can't detect it. Besides, with me around, no one on this entire continent can harm the two of you."

Tang San heaved a sigh of relief. Ling Han's words gave him an immense sense of security.

"Teacher's kindness, Tang San will engrave upon his heart for the rest of his life!"

With that, Tang San dropped straight to his knees and kowtowed three loud times.

With a wave of Ling Han's hand, soul power lifted Tang San back to his feet. "As master and disciple, there's no need for this."

He looked at Tang San, feeling it was time to tell him some things.

Now that Tang San was at rank forty-five, his next soul ring would be his fifth, so it was time to tell him about his birth.

"Xiao San, let me ask you, what is your father's name, and what is his status?"

Tang San paused, slightly puzzled. "My father's name is Tang Hao, and he's just a blacksmith."

Ling Han shook his head and said, "No, your father is far more than just a blacksmith. His true identity is the contemporary Clear Sky Douluo."

Clear Sky Douluo!

These four words struck like a bolt from the blue, leaving Tang San instantly stunned.

His own father turned out to be a Titled Douluo! How could that be?

Thinking of the drunkard he had taken care of previously, how could Tang San believe this was real?

"Teacher, how could my dad be a Titled Douluo?"

Ling Han nodded. "I wouldn't lie to you. There's also something else you should know. Have you ever seen your mother in all the years you've grown up?"

Tang San shook his head.

"That's because your mother, much like Xiao Wu, was also a hundred-thousand-year soul beast."

Tang San: !!!

His mother was actually a hundred-thousand-year soul beast?

If not for Tang San being a person of two lifetimes with a strong mental fortitude, he probably wouldn't have been able to bear such a massive influx of information at that moment.

"When you were just born, your teacher was still a youth, traveling across the continent. I know a little about many things."

"In the year you were born, your mother's identity was exposed, and she was hunted down by Spirit Hall. In the end, to protect Tang Hao, your mother, the Hundred-Thousand-Year Blue Silver Emperor, sacrificed herself."

"Afterwards, Tang Hao severely injured the previous supreme pontiff, Qian Xunji, and took you to live in seclusion in Holy Soul Village."

After listening, Tang San fell silent.

Tang Hao had brought him into seclusion, living in a muddle all these years—it turned out to be because of this.

"Moreover, I can tell you one thing: your mother is still alive."

Hearing this, Tang San's eyes widened instantly.

"But didn't Mom sacrifice herself for Dad?"

"Sacrifice doesn't mean death. Her true form is the Blue Silver Emperor, possessing immense vitality. She left behind a seed after the sacrifice, which Tang Hao planted. Now, I can take you to see it."

"Really? Then sorry for the trouble, teacher!"

Tang San became incomparably excited at that moment.

The mother he had never met—he was finally going to see her.

Before long, Ling Han brought Tang San to Holy Soul Village.

"Go back and see the villagers first; I'll take you later."

Tang San nodded and ran without hesitation toward Old Jack's residence.

If there was anyone in this village who had cared for him the most, it was naturally Grandpa Jack.

"Grandpa Jack, I'm back!"

Before Old Jack, Tang San seemed to revert to that innocent child once again.

Old Jack walked out of the house, his face full of joy upon seeing Tang San.

"Xiao San is back! In the years since I last saw you, you've grown taller and handsomer; Grandpa Jack almost didn't recognize you. Come on in quickly, you haven't eaten yet, have you? Have a bite at Grandpa's house."

Old Jack then noticed Ling Han standing behind Tang San.

"This lord, please come in as well."

Ling Han smiled slightly, nodded, and walked with Tang San into Old Jack's home.

The interior of Old Jack's home was furnished very simply, with freshly made food placed upon the table.

A plate of stir-fried tofu, a plate of stir-fried greens, along with two taels of mild wine and a small dish of peanuts—this was his ordinary and simple meal.

"Wait a moment, you two; Grandpa Jack will go make a little more, otherwise it won't be enough for the three of us to eat."

Both Tang San and Ling Han were Soul Masters whose appetites far exceeded ordinary people's, a fact Old Jack knew well.

"No need to trouble yourself, old man; I brought some."

Even before coming, Ling Han had already prepared things.

With a wave of his hand, the Storage Soul Tool emitted a radiant glow, followed by a table full of sumptuous dishes.

Chicken, duck, fish, and meat were all present—dishes Old Jack wouldn't even dare to dream of during ordinary New Year celebrations.

Witnessing such miraculous methods, Old Jack's face lit up with a series of amazed expressions.

"Grandpa Jack, this is my teacher. All these skills of mine were taught by him, and I am now a powerful Soul Ancestor."

Hearing the words "Soul Ancestor," Old Jack's eyes widened instantly.

Though he was an ordinary person unable to cultivate, he still knew just how high the realm of a Soul Ancestor was.

To ordinary people, a Soul Grandmaster was already a lofty and revered Soul Master lord, whereas a Soul Ancestor could even serve as a city lord in a small town.

"Good, good, good! Seeing that you've made something of yourself, Xiao San, Grandpa Jack is happy for you!"