Tang San Felt So Wronged

Tang San Felt So Wronged

Meanwhile, several thousand meters underground directly beneath the western entrance of Sacred Soul Village.

A sturdy figure held a swaddled infant, carefully lying in wait nearly a thousand meters below the surface.

He had completely concealed his aura within his body. He did not dare let even a trace of Soul Power leak out. Pressed carefully against the rock beneath him, his heart had leaped into his throat.

Just moments ago, he had sensed an incomparably powerful spiritual force sweeping toward his location with the speed of a tide.

Tang Hao was extremely familiar with the fluctuations of that spiritual force. That hidden sharpness within it could not be mistaken.

It was Ling Feng!

Tang Hao silently clenched his fists, drawing in all his aura, Soul Power, and spiritual force.

He did not dare move in the slightest, disguising himself completely and blending into the underground terrain, becoming a part of it.

As that spiritual force drew closer and closer, Tang Hao's heart pounded wildly, lodged in his throat.

He held his breath and tightened his fists.

His other hand reached toward the Blue Silver Emperor tucked against his chest, gently stroking her plant form.

In his heart, he prayed that the goddess of fate would favor him once more.

Lowering his head to look at Tang San in the swaddling clothes, Tang Hao's gaze revealed a fatherly love as vast as a mountain.

Then, a flicker of resolve appeared in his eyes.

If it truly came down to it, he would abandon the baby and flee.

He would use Tang San like a ball, throwing him out from the front to draw Ling Feng's attention.

Then he would seize the chance to escape from the side with the Blue Silver Emperor.

As long as the main account remained, he could always level up an alternate. If his son was gone, he could have another. But if he himself was gone, then he was truly gone.

Tang Hao understood how to weigh the pros and cons.

Though doing this might let Ah Yin down, he had no other choice.

Tang Hao injected a thread of Soul Power into his arm, preparing to hurl Tang San in an arc.

"Three!"

"Two!"

"One!"

Tang Hao silently counted down to one. Soul Power flowed into his muscles, and he slightly crouched, assuming a throwing stance.

Whoosh!

Just as he was about to throw Tang San out, that spiritual force abruptly stopped.

It halted just one millimeter in front of him.

Then, like receding tidal waters, it withdrew completely in an instant.

Seeing this, Tang Hao was overjoyed.

Heaven was watching over him. Their lives were not meant to end here!

Tang Hao burst into loud laughter. "Little Tang San, we're saved!"

In his delight, Tang Hao looked at the rat-faced Tang San in the swaddling clothes and could not resist pinching his nose, lifting him up.

Tang San winced in pain. Looking at Tang Hao so close before him, a faint, imperceptible viciousness flashed deep in his eyes.

Old man, you have chosen the path to death!

You actually dared pinch this handsome nose of mine and treat my handsome face like a cream puff.

If you pinch it crooked and ruin my looks, so no girls like me in the future, you'll never be able to escape blame.

Even if you're my father, I, Tang San, will kill my kin for the greater good and uphold justice.

Tang Hao did not notice the killing intent deep in Tang San's eyes. He merely looked at the wrinkled little Tang San before him and could not help frowning slightly.

What was going on?

Why was his son so shriveled up, like a bundle of dried grass?

And why had his son suddenly become so light?

He had lost at least one-third of his weight.

When Ah Yin had brought him over earlier, Tang Hao had taken a look.

The newborn Tang San had been tender and plump, fair and chubby like a slab of fatty meat soaked in water.

Looking at Tang San, now little more than skin and bones, like a piece of dry firewood, Tang Hao could not help becoming suspicious. Had someone swapped out his son?

If Tang San had not remained in the swaddling clothes the entire time, and if those swaddling clothes had never left his hands, Tang Hao truly would have suspected it.

Could it be dehydration and a lack of sunlight?

Ah Yin was a blade of grass. Could his son also be a blade of grass?

Tang Hao stared at Tang San in the swaddling clothes, his expression growing increasingly solemn and serious.

It was not impossible.

Even if he was not entirely grass, he was at least half grass.

Otherwise, there was no way to explain this phenomenon.

Grass needed sunlight for photosynthesis. They were nearly a thousand meters underground, where sunlight could not reach at all.

In order to let Tang San photosynthesize, Tang Hao sacrificed a large amount of his Soul Power.

He burned his Soul Power, transforming it into scorching light.

The light shone upon Tang San, allowing him to absorb sunlight like a plant and undergo photosynthesis.

The warm light instantly warmed Tang San's body, which had nearly begun to turn cold.

It brought Tang San boundless warmth.

The underground had been pitch-black to begin with, and Tang San had already adapted to the darkness.

When an incomparably dazzling light suddenly shot into his eyes, Tang San only felt as though he was about to go blind.

He instinctively shut his eyes and used his tiny hands, no bigger than a chrysanthemum, to shield his eyes from the incoming light.

Tang Hao did not realize that his good intentions had backfired.

He had nearly blinded Tang San.

Seeing that Tang Hao still had no intention of sparing his eyes, Tang San's hatred for him rose another level.

Tang Hao, well done!

You have successfully added another certain-death path to your path to death.

Tang San was infinitely furious.

He had only just been born into this world, and Tang Hao had already brought him such great danger.

To escape those dangers, he, Tang San, had paid an unimaginably heavy price.

Because of the severe dehydration throughout his body, he now faced the risk of impotence in the future.

And now Tang Hao was even handcrafting a blinding light to shine into his eyes, trying to blind him and prevent him from cultivating Purple Demon Eyes.

"My son really is half human and half grass. The moment I shone strong light on him, he reacted."

Seeing Tang San raise a hand to shield his eyes, while his skin became tender and smooth beneath the strong light and his moisture gradually replenished, Tang Hao became even more certain that his son was half human and half grass.

He immediately became even more unreserved, bringing his mountain-like fatherly love to its fullest extent.

He increased the output of his Soul Power, making the intense light in his hand even more dazzling.

He took Tang San from the swaddling clothes and wrapped him in the strong light in his hand, illuminating him from every angle without a single blind spot.

Tang San suddenly felt cold all over, then Tang Hao pulled him from the swaddling clothes.

The next moment, he was enveloped by a mass of intense light. It was extremely scorching, and Tang San felt deeply uncomfortable as it wrapped around his body.

If Tang San's rage had only barely reached halfway before, then after Tang Hao's little maneuver, it immediately shot off the charts.

Fuck!

Is this ever going to end?

I really want to use Guanyin's Tears to kill him.

Though he dearly wanted to kill Tang Hao, Tang San did not dare do so.

First, he could no longer form Guanyin's Tears.

Second, he knew that if he killed Tang Hao now, he would die as well.

He was only a baby, a baby who could not even speak baby talk.

If he wanted to live, he still had to rely on Tang Hao to raise him.

"Eh? Why is it so small?"

Tang Hao suddenly cried out in surprise.

His brows were tightly furrowed as he stared wide-eyed at Tang San.

"Why is it a little bean sprout?"

He, Tang Hao, was mighty and imposing, yet the child he had fathered was actually a little bean sprout!?

It was simply too unsightly, a disgrace to Tang Hao's honor.

"Maybe I should just cut it off!"

Tang San: "∑(дlll)"

Tang San suddenly panicked for no reason.

He instinctively clamped his legs together and used all his strength to turn his body over, presenting his pale little butt to Tang Hao.

Tang Hao: "...!"

Tang Hao did not know whether it was an illusion, but he felt that Tang San understood what he was saying.

Otherwise, he would not have reacted so strongly upon hearing that Tang Hao wanted to help him change his gender to a third sex.

Tang Hao said nothing and silently tucked Tang San back into the swaddling clothes.

Then, taking advantage of Ling Feng having already left Sacred Soul Village, he returned directly to the surface.

Aboveground, Old Jack had watched Ling Feng leave and was preparing to head home as well.

But after taking only two steps, the ground beneath his feet suddenly began to shake.

"An earthquake?"

Old Jack was deeply puzzled. He immediately ran into an open area to avoid being crushed to death by falling rocks caused by the earthquake.

But in the next instant, a burly, heavily muscled figure burst from the earth, holding a swaddled infant in one hand as he appeared before him.

Seeing that figure, Old Jack's eyes flew wide open, and he froze completely.