100,000-Year Blue Silver Emperor Right Leg Bone

On the bed, Xiao Wu lay curled up, fast asleep.

Moonlight streamed through the window and fell across her cheeks. She looked gentle and peaceful, like a rabbit in slumber. At present, it seemed that no one knew her true identity except Tang Chuan.

Her true identity—a 100,000-Year Soul Beast, a Soft Bone Rabbit.

The Spirit Bone of a 100,000-Year Soul Beast was a top-tier existence across the entire continent. After being absorbed, it could grant the absorber two top-tier Soul Bone Skills!

Tang Chuan's gaze lingered on Xiao Wu for a moment before he suddenly froze.

His rationality abruptly returned, and he realized what he had been thinking. His heart seemed to be gripped by an Ice Cold hand, while a chill shot straight from his spine to the top of his head.

"Something's wrong..."

"My current Soul Power... is only Level One. If I wanted to kill her, I probably wouldn't be able to beat her."

Even if he really managed to succeed through a sneak attack.

Suddenly, an even more terrifying figure flashed through Tang Chuan's mind—Tang Hao.

Tang Chuan jolted violently, and deep wariness surfaced in his eyes.

"No... The original story made it very clear. After Tang San entered Nuoding Academy, Tang Hao secretly protected him the entire way."

"If Tang Hao found out that I killed Xiao Wu and absorbed her Spirit Bone, how would I explain it to this cheap father of mine? How would I explain knowing that Xiao Wu was a 100,000-Year Soul Beast? And what about all my strange behavior over the past few years?"

At that thought, Tang Chuan finally calmed down, and the distracting thoughts in his eyes faded away.

"Directly hunting Xiao Wu for her bone, in my view..."

"At least for now, I can't do that."

Under the covers, Tang Chuan lay on his side, gazing at the lonely moon outside the window.

Yet his mind remained restless for a long time.

He suddenly recalled the years he had spent living with Tang San and Tang Hao in Holy Spirit Village.

That shabby wooden house had drafts coming through all four walls, and the roof leaked whenever it rained. Every winter, when the cold wind poured inside, he and Tang San could only wrap themselves in a torn quilt and huddle together for warmth.

From the age of three or four, once he and Tang San were barely tall enough to reach the stove, the meals at home... had been prepared by the two brothers themselves.

They had to light the fire, cook raw rice, wash wild vegetables, and even go to the Back Mountain to catch wild rabbits and gather mushrooms, barely managing to fill their stomachs.

And the man called their father—Tang Hao.

Every day, he did nothing but drink and get dead drunk.

When sober, he was taciturn. When drunk, he either smashed things or collapsed unconscious on the floor. It was as if only he was allowed to waste away in that household, while the two brothers had to learn how to survive from an early age.

"Heh..."

Tang Chuan let out a soft, cold laugh, a trace of mockery appearing in his eyes—a mockery he had never voiced to anyone.

"So this is the so-called Clear Sky Douluo?"

"As a father, he doesn't care whether his sons live or die. As a Titled Douluo, he can't even provide three meals a day without relying on two children to scrape by."

"If Village Chief Old Jack hadn't occasionally helped with grain and rice, and if Tang San and I hadn't both been Transmigrators with adult awareness and abilities, we probably would have starved to death long ago."

Tang Chuan's gaze gradually turned cold, and the emotions suppressed in his heart for years were completely ignited.

"A man who gives birth to a child but doesn't raise him is no man at all. Tang Hao simply doesn't deserve to be a father."

"In my eyes, a father like that is no different from having no father at all."

At that thought, a look of determination flashed through Tang Chuan's eyes.

"Since this father never gave me any parental care, I'll walk the road ahead on my own. No one has the right to arrange my fate."

The night deepened. Tang Chuan slowly closed his eyes, his state of mind clearer than ever before.

The sky had just begun to brighten. The morning clouds were rising, and the streets outside Nuoding City were still quiet, with only sparse morning mist drifting across the bluestone road.

At the Academy entrance, Master wore a gray robe and had a solemn expression. Beside him, Tang San carried a waist pouch filled with the White Radishes they had just bought.

A carriage rumbled to a stop at the street corner. Master and Tang San climbed aboard in perfect understanding. The wheels rolled over the stone road as the carriage slowly headed east of the city.

The Soul Hunting Forest was there.

Meanwhile, within the tall walls far from the Academy, a figure had already been standing in the faint morning light.

Tang Chuan stood before the window, half-draped in his school uniform cloak, silently watching the carriage recede into the distance. He said nothing.

The corners of his lips slowly lifted into a meaningful, cold smile.

"You still ended up following the original story's path."

"Oh, Tang San, you've lived two lifetimes, yet you were actually fooled into this state by a stupid pig. Still, that's fine too. Everything that originally belonged to you now belongs to me."

Although the path of directly hunting Xiao Wu for her Spirit Bone was temporarily blocked, after thinking it over for an entire night, Tang Chuan had already found another way to rapidly increase his Soul Power Level.

No one noticed that Tang Chuan's figure had already disappeared from the Academy's rear path, where the morning light had yet to fully arrive.

Without alarming anyone, he carried a simple pack and walked along the dew-moistened earth, following a winding path toward Holy Spirit Village in the southeast.

The sun rose higher, and birds sang in chorus.

After traveling all the way, Tang Chuan's steps remained firm. By noon, he had finally crossed a Maple Forest and spotted the familiar mountain range in the distance.

"Almost there..."

Muttering to himself, Tang Chuan's gaze suddenly hardened with resolve.

Holy Spirit Village—the place where he and Tang San had lived together for many years.

This time, he had returned, but not to go home.

He had returned for that 100,000-Year Blue Silver Emperor Right Leg Bone!

After passing along the path outside the village, Tang Chuan did not enter. Instead, he went straight around the main road and ventured into the forest east of the village.

The place was sparsely visited. The woods were damp and quiet, and snakes and insects often burst out of the undergrowth.

Yet Tang Chuan's mind grew clearer and clearer. He muttered under his breath:

"If I remember correctly..."

"In the original story, Ah Yin's Seed of Life was secretly buried by Tang Hao in a secluded cave outside Holy Spirit Village. There was also a 100,000-Year Spirit Bone inside that cave."

"And that cave seemed to be hidden behind a waterfall."

"Now that Tang San has gone to the Soul Hunting Forest, Tang Hao knows Master's strength. Given his personality, he should have followed along to protect him, right?"

His gaze turning cold, Tang Chuan quickened his pace. He pushed aside layers of vines and moss, following the sound of the Water Flow as he climbed a steep slope.

A moment later, the rumbling water ahead gradually grew louder.

A few more steps—

The view suddenly opened up!

Before a massive Rock Wall, a waterfall poured down from a height of several zhang. Water mist filled the air, and sunlight scattered through it, casting a rainbow-colored glow.

Tang Chuan stood before the waterfall, breathing slightly harder, a glint flashing in his eyes.

"Found it..."

Tang Chuan slowly stepped forward and lightly ran his fingers across the Rock Wall around the waterfall, as if searching for some hidden mechanism.

"The entrance is behind the waterfall. The Rock Wall is slightly recessed, with a thin layer of green moss covering its surface. If I hadn't known in advance, it would probably have been very difficult for anyone to discover this place."

Without hesitation, Tang Chuan pulled aside one corner of the waterfall and swiftly slipped into the curtain of water.