Blue Silver Domain

"Is that a domain?"

Tang Hao looked slightly shocked. The familiar feeling Han Yu gave off now was just like Ah Yin's back then.

"Good eyes, old geezer. Blue Silver Domain."

Han Yu gave Tang Hao an appreciative look and a thumbs-up.

"This is your..."

Tang Hao's gaze gradually lost focus as he murmured.

"All right, all right, take your time reminiscing. I'm leaving, back to the academy."

Seeing that Tang Hao was about to sink into his memories again, Han Yu hurriedly tossed those words over his shoulder, turned, and shot into the sky. He had no desire to stay and listen to any more of Tang Hao's bullshit.

As the saying went, the grace of raising a child outweighed the grace of giving birth.

But after Tang Hao picked him up, he had not taken proper care of him. If Old Jack hadn't helped from time to time, he and Tang San would probably have starved to death long ago.

Flying through the vast sky, Han Yu was in an exceptionally good mood. Only now did he let down all his defenses and stop being on guard.

"Whoo!"

A blue halo formed from pale blue Soul Power blocked the fierce wind caused by his rapid flight. This feeling of freedom truly fascinated Han Yu.

All these years, he had kept his guard up against Tang Hao and Tang San, never daring to relax for a moment for fear that the two of them would notice something amiss.

His childhood mischief had merely been a continual attempt to test Tang Hao's limits. Unfortunately, before he could find them, his Martial Soul Awakening had already taken place, and he had devoured Tang San's Clear Sky Hammer.

Only after Tang Hao began treating him as his own child did Han Yu relax a little. Later, he saw how Tang Hao dealt with Tang San, which made him think of himself. If he had not devoured Tang San's Clear Sky Hammer back then...

He would probably have been the one lying on the ground covered in wounds. He had no Mysterious Heaven Skill to heal his body.

Besides, Han Yu understood that Tang Hao's kindness toward him was nothing more than guilt over the first six years and guilt toward Ah Yin. Whether it was the affection or everything Tang Hao had done for him, none of it had ever belonged to him.

Six years of affection. Heh.

Flying through the air, Han Yu curled his lips in a cold sneer. The letter Tang Hao had given him showed consideration for him as his "biological child" at every turn. He had even allocated Tang San's Soul Rings and Soul Bones to him.

Six years of affection meant little, besides.

Han Yu stroked his chin and narrowed his eyes slightly in thought, his flight speed increasing rather than decreasing.

Besides, the truth behind Ah Yin's sacrifice should be hidden elsewhere.

Perhaps he could spare Tang Hao's life in the future.

In any case, he would deal with it once his identity was completely exposed. For now, he had to do everything in his power to become stronger. Only by becoming stronger could he handle everything.

Han Yu closed his eyes and took a deep breath, putting the matter out of his mind. He opened them again, looking around the vast sky with renewed vigor.

Suotuo City was far more magnificent than Nuoding City. It was one of the two most important cities in the Balak Kingdom and had the fine name of Barak's granary.

The Spirit Hall in Suotuo City was a third-level Spirit Hall Main Hall, not something the little Spirit Hall in Nuoding City could compare with.

"Ten Gold Soul Coins are still money."

Han Yu, who had just walked out of Suotuo City's Spirit Hall, weighed the ten Gold Soul Coins in his hand and sighed.

"If I'd known earlier that I could conceal my Martial Soul when advancing its rank at Spirit Hall, I would have come sooner. Even a fly's leg has meat on it."

He looked back at Suotuo City's Spirit Hall, which was much larger than the one in Nuoding City, then turned and entered the crowd.

"Little fellow, how old are you? What are you doing here?"

"Oh, is this little boy here to learn?"

"Little fellow, let Auntie have a look. Oh my, it really is reacting."

A burst of teasing and laughter from women rang out. Han Yu looked up and realized he had wandered into a narrow alley without noticing. A child stood in the middle, surrounded by a circle of smiling women.

Old, dilapidated houses lined both sides of the alley, and the walls had long since fallen into disrepair. At every doorway stood a scantily clad woman wearing heavy makeup. Most were smiling as they watched the child who had "stumbled in by mistake."

"Y-you've gone too far!"

Teased by a somewhat younger, ordinary-looking woman, the little fatty clenched his hands and roared, his face bright red. His already small eyes narrowed into slits.

"Little boy, how can you say we've gone too far? Oh my, sisters, look."

The woman closest to him stared in surprise at the little worm in her hand, then cheerfully called to the women beside her.

The little fatty's intrusion into the long-dead alley had brought smiles to many faces.

Han Yu watched the scene and sighed inwardly.

They were merely a group of people driven by the hardships of life. Although most of them wore smiles, he could easily make out the despair and lifelessness hidden in their eyes.

"I-I'm waiting here for my teacher."

The little fatty stopped the woman in front of him from playing with him. He clenched his little hands tightly in nervousness and prayed that his teacher would hurry over.

"Your teacher's here?"

The woman paid his actions no mind and remained crouched down, asking with a smile.

"N-no, my teacher went back to get money."

The little fatty's face was bright red. Surrounded by a group of women, his forehead had long since broken out in a fine sweat.

"Your teacher isn't here, so let big sister play with you first."

The woman stroked her chin, looking thoughtful, then reached for the little fatty again with a grin.

"I-I don't want to. I don't want to stay here anymore, Teacher!"

The little fatty had clearly been played with enough. He shoved his way through the women surrounding him and ran for his life.

Han Yu darted aside to avoid the little fatty charging toward him and gave him a thoughtful look.

Just as he was about to leave, the voices of a middle-aged man and the little fatty came from not far away.

"Teacher!"

"Hongjun, didn't I tell you to wait for me inside?"

"Teacher, they... they..."

"What about them, Hongjun?"

"They..."

The voices of the middle-aged man and the little fatty drew closer and closer, until they were near enough for Han Yu to see what the man looked like.

He appeared to be in his fifties, with a burly build, a slightly protruding chin, a flat face, a somewhat hooked nose, and a long, shoehorn-shaped face. He wore black square-framed crystal glasses and looked every bit a crooked merchant. No one would have guessed that he was Flender, once one of the Golden Iron Triangle.

Flender was patiently explaining to Ma Hongjun why they had come here. He had explained this matter dozens of times at the academy, and Ma Hongjun naturally understood how he differed from other Soul Masters.

Ever since he obtained his First Soul Ring, the need to release the fire in his body had allowed him no further delay. Otherwise, he would never be able to continue cultivating in this lifetime.

Otherwise, he risked having his body explode and dying. Flender had truly racked his brains to find this solution, which could hardly be called a solution, for his only disciple.