Outside the cave.
The waterfall plunged straight down, filling the air with mist.
Tang Tian did not struggle up the slippery rock face as he had on his way in.
Instead, he seemed to defy gravity itself!
His figure swayed lightly!
He passed straight through the rushing curtain of water.
He stepped through empty air.
Warmth spread from his right leg bone, and a strange buoyancy lifted his body.
Although this was his first time flying!
The feeling was like an inborn instinct, without the slightest awkwardness.
He turned gracefully in midair!
Dodging the splashing water!
He landed steadily on a boulder by the bank.
"So this is what flying feels like?"
Tang Tian looked down at his right leg, his eyes brimming with excitement.
"Not only does it use very little Soul Power, but it's also incredibly agile."
"Whether I'm traveling or fighting in the future, this will be a tremendous trump card."
After all.
On the Douluo Continent.
Usually, only those who reached a high level or possessed a special flying Martial Soul could soar freely.
Yet he had only just passed level ten, and he already commanded the skies!
However, before he could enjoy his triumph for long, that sour voice surfaced in his mind again.
[Little Iron Hammer (disdainful)] [Tch, what's so impressive about flying around? You're buzzing all over the place like a fly.] [A true powerhouse should keep his feet planted firmly on the ground and smash a crater into the earth with one swing of his hammer!] [Besides, look at yourself. However prettily you fly, you're still just a drenched peacock.]
Hearing Little Iron Hammer's snide remarks.
Without any response from Little Blue.
After all, the two had always appeared together before!
But now, thanks to this visit to meet the family.
Little Blue's affection had risen by a full 10 points from 68!
Reaching [78/100 (attachment)] outright!
But after absorbing the energy of the Hundred Thousand Year Soul Bone, Little Blue had fallen asleep.
Tang Tian still found it a little hard to get used to.
When would that reserved, adorable Blue Silver Grass wake up?
He gathered his wandering thoughts.
And looked down at himself.
Then the corner of his mouth twitched violently.
He had been so caught up in the joy of his transformed physique and improved looks.
That he had overlooked a serious practical problem-
His clothes!
They had been nothing more than the most ordinary clothes in Holy Soul Village to begin with.
After his body had expelled its impurities, followed by a washing from the waterfall...
They were now plastered wetly and stickily against him.
More embarrassingly, because he had grown a little taller.
And his frame had fully filled out.
His once well-fitting clothes had instantly become skintight.
His trouser legs hung above his ankles.
Paired with his skin, now as smooth as a peeled egg.
And that outrageously handsome face...
This look was practically a combination of a prince and a beggar.
"Ahem... it really is a little unpresentable."
Tang Tian rubbed his nose awkwardly.
This place was not far from the village.
If Old Jack or Ah Hua from the village saw him like this.
Who knew what rumors might spread about the Tang Family's eldest boy going mad in the mountains?
He looked around.
After confirming that no one was there.
He quickly jumped into the clear stream downstream.
In no time at all, he stripped and washed himself clean!
He scrubbed those shabby clothes while he was at it.
Although he could not wash away their worn appearance, he at least washed off that layer of gray-black impurities.
After climbing ashore.
Tang Tian did not hurry to dress, instead stirring the surging blood and vitality within him.
The temperature of his skin instantly rose.
White mist billowed up.
Before long, he had evaporated all the water droplets on his body.
He put on the clothes that were still a little short.
But were at least clean now.
Tang Tian looked at his reflection in the water.
Sword-like brows, star-bright eyes, and a high, straight nose!
Skin so flawless that even women would envy it!
The natural air of nobility and liveliness he exuded could not be concealed even by ragged hemp clothes.
"Still too conspicuous."
Tang Tian willed it.
He did not smear mud on his face.
Instead, he called upon the Blue Silver Grass's innate ability.
[Blue Silver · Mimicry]
This was an instinct the Blue Silver Grass had evolved to survive in nature.
Now, in his hands, it was wielded with consummate mastery.
A faint ripple of Soul Power flashed past.
His originally jade-white complexion gradually darkened by several shades.
Although he remained handsome, he lost some of that inhumanly bewitching quality.
The faint azure sheen between his strands of hair was suppressed as well.
Returning to its original plain, unassuming ink-black.
Next came the most crucial part: that Soul Ring.
Tang Tian raised his hand.
The purple Thousand-Year Soul Ring pulsed in his palm.
"A purple Soul Ring is too conspicuous. Revealing it at this stage would only get me sliced up for research by Spirit Hall."
With a slight shift of his will, he activated Blue Silver · Mimicry.
That deep, noble purple radiance began to recede.
It gradually faded, finally settling into a bright yellow.
A Hundred-Year Soul Ring!
And it looked to be only three or four hundred years old.
It perfectly matched the standard for the optimal First Soul Ring.
"Perfect."
Tang Tian looked at the disguise in his hand and nodded in satisfaction.
This self-produced Soul Ring seemed to have merged into his very blood.
He could control it however he pleased.
Achieving this concealing effect was ridiculously easy.
"Right now, mimicry can only change outward colors."
"I wonder whether it can evolve more profound abilities as my strength increases?"
A trace of anticipation could not help rising in Tang Tian's heart:
If this First Soul Ring can evolve to ten thousand years, or even a hundred thousand years in the future...
Would Blue Silver · Life Ruler undergo a complete qualitative transformation and form some kind of special domain?
Blue Silver Domain, Myriad Forms...
Reining in his wandering thoughts.
Tang Tian straightened his collar and headed toward Holy Soul Village.
This time, Tang Tian did not cross mountains and ridges again.
Instead, he followed the level village road.
And walked openly through Holy Soul Village's main entrance.
From afar.
He spotted Old Jack at the village entrance.
"Grandpa Jack!"
Tang Tian waved with a smile and hurried over.
Old Jack's cloudy eyes instantly lit up.
A smile blossomed across his wrinkled face.
"What brings you back?"
Tang Tian said, "I came to get some thick clothes. It's winter now, after all!"
Old Jack's heart ached at his words.
He looked Tang Tian over in his thin clothes.
Although Tang Tian was currently disguised with mimicry.
That vigor and vitality could not be hidden.
"Good, good, good! You've grown taller and sturdier!"
Alongside his heartache, Old Jack felt a little gratified as he patted Tang Tian's shoulder.
He sighed:
"The city's water and soil really do nurture people better."
"Little Tian, remember this: our Holy Soul Village is too small. The world outside is where you belong, making your way."
"It's a hundred times better than staying with that father of yours who does nothing but drink!"
He could not help comparing him to the Tang Tian of not long ago.
As skinny as a bean sprout!
Clearly malnourished at a glance.
This made him look down even more on Tang Hao, that irresponsible old drunk!
The old man and the boy chatted about everyday matters.
And returned to the smithy's entrance.
"Tang Hao! Tang Hao! Your son's back, and you're still lying there like a corpse?"
Old Jack habitually raised his voice and shouted twice.
Yet the house was utterly silent.
There was only the creaking of the dilapidated doors and windows as a draft blew through.
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