Rise Again, My Darling...

At once.

Tang Hao and his son looked utterly bewildered.

As far as they knew, Wang Changsheng had always been overbearing and domineering, doing whatever he pleased.

Could there really have been a hidden reason behind it all?

Tang Hao especially knew that when a Soul Master became a god, they had to undergo a deity's trials, for he was a Titled Douluo.

Little San was still young, and his Soul Power was insufficient.

Was it highly likely that Wang Changsheng was testing him?

At that thought.

An inexplicable excitement began to rise in Tang Hao's heart.

It seemed Wang Changsheng wanted him to inherit a Godhood, so he had come to bully Little San and his companions to see how much he, as a father, could endure. Would he do something extreme?

The more Tang Hao thought about it, the more convinced he became.

Wang Changsheng had no idea what Tang Hao was thinking.

Standing to one side, he continued to spread his deceitful words, putting on the guise of a thoroughly good man.

His intention was simple.

The happier Tang Hao and his son were now, the more desperate they would be later.

"I told you just now, I've been testing you all along."

"The test is over now, and I'm very satisfied with both your performances. As repayment, I intend to resurrect Ah Yin as your reward."

Tang Hao's eyes trembled.

Wang Changsheng was willing to resurrect Ah Yin as a reward. Perhaps there would be more tests in the future, and when the time came, he could become a god.

At that instant.

An absolute certainty took root in Tang Hao's heart.

He had misunderstood Wang Changsheng all along.

It turned out Wang Changsheng had been quietly testing him all this time.

Tang Hao glanced at Tang San, who stood beside him in a slight daze, and spoke gently.

"Little San, I know you must be wondering about this Blue Silver Emperor. Haven't you always wanted to know where your mother went?"

"That's right, it's your mother."

Tang San's pupils shook violently.

What?

His mother was grass?

Tang San had always wanted to know about his mother, and now that he had learned the truth, his head buzzed.

Tang Hao, however, looked completely at ease.

"Little San, your mother's story can't be told in a short while. We'll talk about it another day."

At that point.

Tang Hao looked at Wang Changsheng.

"Lord Sunlight, I hope you will act soon and resurrect Ah Yin. I will be eternally grateful."

Wang Changsheng nodded.

He could tell from Tang Hao's reaction.

This fellow couldn't wait to reunite with Ah Yin. He was in a great hurry.

And he still said they'd talk about it another day?

He was simply dreaming in broad daylight.

If anyone was going to talk about it another day, it would be him, Wang Changsheng, certainly not Tang Hao.

Of course.

At this moment, he couldn't be too eager to show it.

Resurrecting Ah Yin was a very happy occasion.

If he could thoroughly humiliate Tang Hao and his son in the process, that would make it even happier.

With that thought.

Wang Changsheng opened his right hand and let the Sun Martial Soul rise from his palm, hanging above the Blue Silver Emperor.

As he poured divine power into it, fierce rays of light erupted from the Sun Martial Soul, all of them showering down upon the Blue Silver Emperor.

In an instant.

Nourished by the sunlight, the Blue Silver Emperor grew rapidly at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Seeing that the time was about right, Wang Changsheng raised both hands above his head, let out a long howl at the sky, and shouted the toe-curlingly embarrassing line.

"Divine skill..."

"Rise again!"

"My darling..."

That shout was like the roar of thunder.

It exploded in the ears of Tang Hao and his son.

Their expressions were extremely awkward.

Wang Changsheng thought nothing of it, however, and explained with a perfectly serious face.

"Don't misunderstand."

"That's the incantation for my resurrection divine skill. I shouted it out of habit."

How were Tang Hao and his son to know?

They really thought it was the incantation for Wang Changsheng's resurrection divine skill.

In truth.

What kind of incantation was that?

Wang Changsheng's Sun Martial Soul already possessed the breath of life and could resurrect the dead through divine power.

As for the incantation, it was nothing of the sort.

He simply wanted to disgust Tang San.

At that moment.

The Blue Silver Emperor had already become a towering tree. Seven or eight vines converged toward the center, intertwining to form an enormous ball.

Boom!

As the ball exploded, a graceful, deep-blue figure descended from the sky.

Tears of excitement welled up in Tang Hao's eyes as he murmured.

"Ah Yin, Ah Yin... Ah Yin really has been resurrected..."

Tang San couldn't help calling out as well.

"Mom..."

Tang Hao had missed Ah Yin night after night.

Now, seeing Ah Yin return to the world, he immediately leaped into the air, about to embrace her as she descended.

But who would have thought.

Wang Changsheng was even faster than Tang Hao.

Whoosh-

Wang Changsheng moved after Tang Hao but overtook him, his speed far greater. As he passed Tang Hao in midair, he unleashed a surge of immense pressure that sent Tang Hao flying, crashing hard to the ground.

As for Wang Changsheng, he had already opened his arms to welcome Ah Yin, his face full of joy.

Ah Yin frowned and tried to dodge, but it was already too late.

Tang Hao lay on the ground, his eyes full of confusion.

Why?

Why was this happening?

The next moment.

Wang Changsheng and Ah Yin landed in front of Tang Hao and his son.

"Brother Hao..."

Ah Yin tried to step forward, her face full of anguish.

But Wang Changsheng grabbed hold of her.

Immediately afterward.

He puffed out his chest and raised his head, facing Tang Hao and his son.

"Surprised?"

"Didn't see that coming, did you?"

Tang Hao didn't understand the deeper meaning.

Hadn't he passed the test?

Wang Changsheng was going to resurrect Ah Yin as repayment, so why wouldn't he let him reunite with her?

"Lord Sunlight, what do you mean by this?"

Wang Changsheng nearly burst out laughing.

Even at this point, Tang Hao was still addressing him respectfully. He was truly stupid beyond belief.

So.

He kept up the act.

"Tang Hao, don't get worked up yet. Can I borrow your Ah Yin for a bit?"

Tang Hao's expression instantly turned wary.

What kind of ravenous-tiger-and-wolf talk was that?

How was Wang Changsheng going to use her?

Since Wang Changsheng still hadn't spoken frankly, Tang Hao didn't think too much of it.

"Lord Sunlight, what do you mean by that?"

Wang Changsheng turned to look at Ah Yin.

Sure enough, it was just as he had thought.

Ah Yin was terribly nervous. Though her brows were knitted and her face was drawn, she inspired a desire to protect her.

It was as if the slightest bit of force would make Ah Yin cry.

"Madam, I have a particularly important matter I need your help with."

Ah Yin was displeased and had a vague feeling that Wang Changsheng was no kind soul.

But no matter what, he was the one who had resurrected her. That was beyond doubt.

What if he really did need her help with something?

At that thought, Ah Yin's kindness welled up, and she spoke gently.

"What would you have Ah Yin do, benefactor?"

"Be my bride," Wang Changsheng blurted out.

His words startled Ah Yin, making her delicate body tremble.

Tang Hao and his son were even more dumbstruck.

Tang Hao in particular, still lying on the ground, flew into a rage.

He no longer showed Wang Changsheng the slightest courtesy.

He couldn't help panting like an ox, his eyes bloodshot.

"Wang Changsheng, you bastard, what nonsense are you spouting?"

Wang Changsheng turned to look at Tang Hao, and his eyes lit up.

When it came to Tang syndrome, Tang Hao was the one to watch.

The way Tang Hao panted like an ox, his eyes bloodshot, was far more classic than Tang San's display.

"Haozi, you heard me right."

"Ah Yin is getting married. Unfortunately, you're not the groom."