The next moment, a fierce glint flashed in Tang Hao's eyes. He joined his left fingers like a knife, gathered his last bit of strength, and swung it down without the slightest hesitation!
"Sizzle! Crack!"
Blood spurted out! The crisp sound of bones breaking sent chills down one's spine!
Tang Hao's entire right arm and left leg were severed cleanly by his own hands! Blood gushed from the severed limbs, he groaned, almost fainted, his face turned deathly pale, and his breath dropped sharply.
"Dad!!!" Tang San's eyes were bloodshot as he rushed forward like a madman. The vines of the Blue Silver Emperor and life energy surged out wildly to help stop the bleeding and heal his wounds.
Meng Yiran was so frightened that she covered her mouth, tears welling up in her eyes.
At this moment, bones that shimmered with light, had strange shapes, and emitted astonishing energy fluctuations slowly emerged from the severed limbs!
That's Soul Bone!
It was a dark gold piece, heavy as a mountain, with a faint sound of a tiger's roar.
The other piece is bluish-black, light and sharp, carrying the force of wind and thunder.
Judging from their energy levels, they are all over 70,000 years old!
Despite the excruciating pain and dizziness, Tang Hao looked at the two Soul Bone, a mixture of pain and relief flashing in his eyes.
He gasped for breath, speaking haltingly, " Little San... these two Soul Bone... are treasures passed down through generations of my Clear Sky Sect..."
Tang Hao took a deep breath. "Back then, I acted recklessly and disgraced the sect. I have no face to possess them anymore. Today, I am severing my own limbs for two reasons: first, this hidden injury has penetrated into my bone marrow, and only by severing the carrier can its spread be completely stopped; second, I am retrieving these two pieces of the sect's inherited Soul Bone as a token of our sincerity in recognizing our ancestors and returning to our clan..."
"Father! Why did it have to come to this!" Tang San cried, his heart breaking.
He understood that his father was paving a possible path for his future.
Tang Hao smiled weakly and patted Tang San's head, "This is the last thing your father can do for you. Keep the Soul Bone safe, we're going to the Moonlight Pavilion to find your aunt."
Thanks to Tang San's all-out treatment, Tang Hao's severed limb wound has stopped bleeding.
However, he was severely injured, and his Soul Power had dropped to the Soul Saint level.
Tang Hao used his Soul Power to create a new left leg and right arm, but he still moved with a limp.
Under the cover of night, the three arrived at the Qing Ya and tranquil Moonlight Pavilion within Heaven Dou City.
When Tang Yuehua saw her second brother, who was being supported by Tang San and Meng Yiran, missing an arm and a leg, covered in dirt, and barely breathing, her beautiful eyes widened, instantly overwhelmed by boundless shock and heartache.
"Second Brother!!" Tang Yuehua cried out in shock, staggering forward as tears streamed down her face. "Your hand! Your leg! What... what happened?! Who hurt you like this?! Did you get into another fight?! How could you... how could you be so careless with yourself!"
Tang Hao felt even more heartbroken as he watched his sister's tears flow for him.
He shook his head. " Yuehua, don't cry. Second brother cut himself. His old wound has reopened, and only this method can prolong his life."
Tang Hao paused, his gaze turning to Tang San, whose face was filled with grief and indignation. His eyes pleaded, " Yuehua, everything that happened in the past was my fault. I only beg you, for the sake of Little San, who is of the Clear Sky lineage and possesses Twin Martial Souls yet has suffered this calamity, to take us back to the sect. Let Little San be recognized by his ancestors and return to the clan; his Martial Soul repair requires the sect's help. These two inherited Soul Bone are a token of my repentance."
Tang Yuehua felt as if her heart was being torn apart. She hated her second brother for his impulsiveness back then, which had implicated their family, and she was even more heartbroken by his current miserable state.
With trembling hands, she gently wiped the bloodstains from Tang Hao's face, tears streaming down her face.
After a long while, she took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing her turbulent emotions and regaining her composure and decisiveness.
"It's getting late, you should rest here. I'll have the best medicine and food prepared. Tomorrow morning, I'll take you up Cloud Mist Mountain back to the Clear Sky Sect! No matter what the elders and eldest brother decide, at least... we must let Little San be recognized by his ancestors. Second brother, these past years, the sect... has changed a lot."
As night deepened, the warm lights in the Moonlight Pavilion could not dispel the heaviness and unease about the future that permeated the hearts of the group.
At this moment, in the Cloud Mist Mountain, at the Clear Sky Sect.
The feast of flesh and blood of the 100,000-year-old Titan Giant Ape was nearing its end, but the plaza was still filled with a rich aroma that stirred the blood.
Each disciple, regardless of their cultivation level, held in their hands a piece of ape meat containing surging Bloodline Power.
This is no ordinary food; it is the life essence from the king of the forest.
This is both a tangible sharing of the sect's glory and a declaration of the entire sect's shared joys and sorrows and its triumphs.
The embers of the campfire illuminated their flushed, excited faces.
Those with lower Soul Power sat cross-legged, diligently refining the surging heat within their bodies, and their aura visibly increased.
Those with profound cultivation gathered in groups of three or five, loudly discussing the great battle with the Spirit Hall and the pride of the young sect leader Tang Feng in killing Spirit Hall Soul Douluo.
An unprecedented sense of unity and high morale, like an invisible flame, burned in everyone's heart, and the sect's morale reached its peak.
As the feast came to an end, everyone went their separate ways.
Tang Feng and his companion returned to the courtyard. As the door gently closed behind them, shutting out all the noise from the outside world, a completely different sense of tranquility and privacy instantly enveloped them.
After a month-long Soul Hunting in the Star Dou Forest, their nerves were constantly on edge. Now, returning to their own private world, all the fatigue and repression transformed into their deepest longing for each other.
Moonlight streamed through the window lattice, outlining Zhu Zhuqing's aloof and stunningly beautiful profile, which appeared incredibly gentle at this moment.
Tang Feng's gaze was burning with an almost overflowing intensity. He reached out and touched her cheek with his fingertips.
Zhu Zhuqing looked up to meet his gaze. Those usually calm and composed cat-like eyes were now shimmering with watery light, clearly reflecting his figure, nothing else.
She took a soft breath, stood on tiptoe, and kissed his lips.
This kiss, like a spark igniting dry tinder, instantly spread like wildfire.
The "hunger" that had been suppressed for a month finally erupted.
Tang Feng let out a low growl and pulled her tightly into his arms, the force so great it seemed he wanted to crush their bones.
Between their intertwined lips and teeth was an unreserved exchange of giving and taking; their clothes fell to the ground in a flurry of pulling, their warm, firm skin pressed together.
There was no glamorous prelude, only the most primal and direct collision and fusion.
The wooden bed creaked under its own weight, its sounds mingling with suppressed gasps and unbearable sobs, echoing through the silent room.
Like two ferocious beasts locked in a fierce struggle, they use the most intense "battle" to confirm each other's existence, vent pent-up emotions, celebrate the power of new life, and plunder the pleasure given by the other.
Sweat soaked their hair and backs, and moonlight streamed across their undulating figures.
The "battle" lasted for an unknown amount of time, until their last bit of strength was exhausted. The two of them collapsed onto the messy bed like stranded fish, only their violent heartbeats and intertwined breaths echoing in their ears.
After a long while, Tang Feng calmed his breathing, his arms still possessively wrapped around Zhu Zhuqing's smooth, sweaty waist, his fingertips unconsciously tracing lightly along her delicate back.
Zhu Zhuqing nestled close to him like a lazy cat, her cheek pressed against his chest, listening to his steady and powerful heartbeat, feeling an unprecedented sense of security and satisfaction.
" Zhu Zhuqing," Tang Feng's voice, hoarse and magnetic after the event, sounded atop her head, "Let's go to Heaven Dou City tomorrow and relax for a few days."
Zhu Zhuqing stirred gently in his arms, radiating languidness and dependence.
Her voice was soft and gentle, with a rare touch of coquettishness. "Mmm... whatever you say."
The next day, the sky was clear and bright.
As the morning mist dissipated, Tang Feng pushed open the courtyard gate, but the familiar figure beside him made his gaze linger for a moment.
Zhu Zhuqing was not wearing her signature black outfit today, but instead wore a smoky blue short skirt.
The fabric was extremely soft silk, which swayed gently in the mountain breeze and clung perfectly to the contours of the body.
The shoulder line is straight and clean, and the fabric drapes beautifully, outlining a breathtakingly full curve at the chest.
Her waist was cinched at the waist, narrow and slender; the hem of her dress reached her knees, revealing long, straight legs that gleamed with a warm, jade-like luster in the morning light.
As she turned slightly to the side, the curve of her lower back formed a full and smooth arc under the plain-colored fabric, swaying gently with her steps.
A few strands of black hair fell loosely down her neck, making her skin appear even whiter and brighter.
When she looked up at Tang Feng, her usually cool cat-like eyes were filled with the morning light, and her gaze was full of movement.
Her demeanor has lost some of its previous aloofness, but gained a touch of gentleness.