He Took the Blue Silver Emperor Away, Roots and All

Sensing the eagerness his Martial Soul was showing, Han Yu came back to himself a little. He held the beautiful Blue Silver Emperor Soul Bone in his left hand and summoned his little tree Martial Soul with his right.

To his surprise, the instant the little tree Martial Soul appeared, it sent out countless tiny vines that wrapped around the right leg bone. In the blink of an eye, it had drawn the bone into its body, at a speed vastly different from when it had drawn Tang San's Clear Sky Hammer Martial Soul into its body.

Han Yu stared at his empty left hand, dumbfounded.

My Hundred-Thousand-Year Blue Silver Emperor Right Leg Bone was that big, and just like that, it was gone, gone, gone.

The little tree seemed to be digesting the delicious food. Paying no attention to Han Yu's expression, it merely sent out a few more vines, trying to touch the Blue Silver Emperor growing in the ground.

As if struck by a bolt from the blue, Han Yu suddenly came to his senses. He tightened his right hand slightly, wrapped his left hand around it, and glared fiercely at the dead twig in his grasp as he spoke word by word.

"You! Give! Me! Back! My! Hundred! Thousand! Year! Blue! Silver! Emperor! Soul! Bone!"

Confess and receive leniency; resist and face severity.

Even if it was his own Martial Soul, Han Yu had no intention of letting it off. This was a Hundred Thousand Year Soul Bone, like a beginner obtaining a piece of "sss" equipment with no level restriction.

Just as Han Yu was about to resort to private punishment, a cool, comfortable sensation suddenly appeared in his right leg. It was like someone undergoing military training beneath the sun in the height of summer finally drinking the ice-cold cola he had dreamed of. The sensation gradually spread throughout his body, leaving him feeling utterly comfortable in body and mind.

A moment later, Han Yu opened his eyes. A glimmer of blue flashed through his black pupils, then vanished.

"Good job."

A right deed deserved a reward; a wrong deed deserved private punishment.

He looked up at the sun's position and only then realized that who knew how many hours had passed. On the distant horizon, the sun cast a yellow glow, shining its last warmth and light of the day upon everyone on Douluo Continent, regardless of wealth or status, and whether or not they were Soul Masters.

"Why do you look a little different from before?"

After reflecting on the passage of time, Han Yu looked at his Martial Soul in his hand, lightly stroking his chin and frowning as he examined it.

The little tree now looked completely different from the dead twig it had been before. It radiated vitality from top to bottom, and a slender branch had even grown from its tiny trunk. A tiny Clear Sky Hammer was embedded sideways in the middle of the branch, and a small black ring of light was embedded in the branch near the roots.

"Wh-what the fuck!"

Only belatedly did Han Yu notice that a black ring of light had appeared at his feet at some point, moving up and down around his body.

"What the fuck!"

Feeling the changes in himself, Han Yu tilted his head to one side. His black pupils turned gray, his mind went blank, and he crashed on the spot.

He didn't know how much time had passed before Tang San's anxious cries reached his ears.

"Brother, brother, what's wrong?"

"Brother! Are you all right?"

Gradually coming back to himself, Han Yu was startled by the pig's head in front of him. He thought he had somehow wandered into a Soul Beast den, and that it was an exceptionally ugly Soul Beast at that. He raised his foot and kicked the pig's head to the side.

The "pig's head" rolled twice on the ground, then got up and said unhappily,

"Bwother, what are you doing?"

The person in front of him was Tang San. He had been resting perfectly well in his stinking bed when Tang Hao, worried about Han Yu's safety, had dragged him up and forced him to go out and search.

Tang San, whose body had yet to recover, had limped around Holy Soul Village several times before coming to the valley where he usually cultivated, intending to lament how hard life was. There, he had unexpectedly spotted his brother halfway up the mountainside. Thinking Han Yu had accidentally fallen, Tang San had hurried over despite his bad leg, only to find Han Yu staring blankly.

Anxious, Tang San had shaken Han Yu while calling out loudly. Unfortunately, his "pig's head" of a face had given Han Yu a fright.

"Little San, you scared me. I thought pig-headed men had attacked the village."

Only after confirming that the "pig-headed man" in front of him was Tang San did Han Yu breathe a sigh of relief. According to legend, there were no female "pig-headed men," only males, and when they were starving, they wouldn't even spare little boys.

"Brother, what are you doing here? Dad's really worried about you."

Seeing that his brother was all right, Tang San breathed a sigh of relief. He hurried over to Han Yu and said sourly,

"You..."

Han Yu's eyelid twitched as he looked at the Blue Silver Emperor, somewhat wilted beneath Tang San's foot. Countless words caught in his throat, and he didn't know how to say them.

"Forget it. Let's go home."

Calling to Tang San, Han Yu walked ahead and led the way home.

On the way, Han Yu carefully felt the changes in his body. His whole body seemed much lighter, and with just a little effort, he could fly into the air. Moreover, every part of his body was filled with a surging vitality.

Flight, and the grass that wildfire could not burn away, which grew again when the wind blew.

When Han Yu looked into the depths of his mind, he found a tiny Blue Silver Grass growing beside the little tree. Like the Blue Silver Grass he had seen earlier, it bore golden patterns. This was the Blue Silver Emperor he knew.

"That means... I didn't just absorb the Blue Silver Emperor's Martial Soul, I absorbed her Soul Ring too, and even moved her away, roots, grass and all."

His thoughts returned to the present, and Han Yu glanced at the "pig's head" Tang San walking beside him. The corner of his mouth twitched.

With a bang, someone kicked the smithy's door open from outside, leaving the signboard above it on the verge of falling.

"Who is it?! Hm?"

Tang Hao stormed out of the inner room, but the moment he saw Han Yu, his eyes narrowed slightly, as though he had noticed something.

"Old geezer!"

Han Yu strode into the house, scooped up some water with a ladle, and gulped it down. The afternoon had worn him out.

After drinking, Han Yu handed the ladle to Tang San, who was about to cook, then walked up to Tang Hao and said brazenly,

"Old geezer! You have no idea what I went through this afternoon. How did that saying go? The protagonist really is the protagonist. I was wandering around outside today, and guess what? Hey! I actually found a Soul Bone. That Soul Bone looked, tsk, tsk... so beautiful."

Han Yu pretended to savor the memory of his encounter, while Tang Hao's face grew darker and darker. His muscles twitched, and his clenched fists creaked.

"I absorbed the Soul Bone, and my little hammer seems to have gained another Soul Ring, a black one. Shame about that Blue Silver Grass, though. It was so pretty, but Little San stepped on it and killed it. I was planning to bring it back and raise it. What a shame."

As he spoke, Han Yu summoned the Clear Sky Hammer. A black Soul Ring immediately appeared at his feet, floating up and down around him.

And after hearing the last part, Tang Hao turned a dangerous gaze toward Tang San, who was cooking.