Tang Hao: That Bastard Tang San

The nights on the Douluo Continent were beautiful, and Holy Soul Village was no exception.

The moon and stars hung in the sky like a beautiful painting.

On the pitch-black night, only the moon and stars lit the roads.

The iron in the blacksmith shop was cold, and Tang San's heart was just as cold.

It was already deep into the night. In the pitch-black inner room, only the covers raised over Tang San twitched faintly as he let out an occasional sob.

He didn't understand. He didn't understand why his dear father, Tang Hao, had seemed to become a different person ever since the Martial Soul Awakening. He either beat or cursed him, especially after his older brother said today that he had stepped on a stalk of Blue Silver Grass and killed it.

Tang Hao had gone to the valley to confirm that the news was true. When he returned home, he had attacked him with deadly force. Even when Tang San covered his palms with Mysterious Jade Hand to fend off Tang Hao's big foot, his wrist had been fractured by a kick.

If Old Jack hadn't happened to pass by and heard his miserable screams, he would likely have lost his life by now.

With a creak, someone opened the blacksmith shop's door from outside, then slammed it shut.

Tang San, who had been twitching under the covers the whole time, stopped his frantic movements and clapped a hand tightly over his mouth. He didn't dare make a sound, or even continue circulating Mysterious Heaven Skill to heal his injuries.

Tang Hao stood silently in the darkness outside the room where the two children slept. Inside, only Han Yu's soft snores sounded from time to time.

Tang Hao's gaze grew ever more tender as he looked at Han Yu. Although Ah Yin's Soul Bone had been absorbed by him by accident, that also showed Han Yu's extraordinary luck. Besides, it had been left for him in the first place. He had only this one son; if he didn't give it to him, who else would he give it to? That bastard Tang San?

The mere thought of Tang San made his blood boil. He wanted nothing more than to go into the room and beat the little brat to death.

That afternoon, he had gone to the place where he had left Ah Yin and carefully inspected it. This time, let alone seeds, Ah Yin hadn't even left behind a decent blade of grass. There were only fragments of Blue Silver Grass, with Tang San's footprints on them.

How quickly could a person's expression change?

The answer was in an instant.

Tang Hao shifted his gaze from Han Yu to Tang San. The tenderness vanished from his face, replaced by deep anger. He had already made up his mind: he would have Tang San probe the depths of the Spirit Hall for Han Yu.

Thinking of the future, Tang Hao gave the sleeping Tang San a cold look and turned back to his own room. He still had to remember his late wife and had no time to linger at the door.

Tang San pricked up his ears and listened. Only when he heard Tang Hao getting into bed in the next room did he breathe a sigh of relief and continue lying under the covers, whimpering softly.

Bang! In the next room, Tang Hao suddenly struck the wall with his palm. Tang San's whimpering had evidently disturbed him.

Already a bird startled by the mere twang of a bowstring, Tang San buried his head under the covers the instant the sound rang out. Trembling, he didn't dare make another sound, but how could the pain coursing through his body be suppressed so easily?

He could only lower his voice further. Tears of grievance streamed from the corners of Tang San's eyes and dripped onto his pitch-black pillow.

Beside him, Han Yu stopped snoring. The covers wrapped around him trembled slightly; he was about to lose control.

If Tang San and Tang Hao did anything else, he was afraid he would burst out laughing.

But the laughter he was forcibly suppressing sounded to Tang San like his older brother crying out of concern for him. How could Tang San still bear any resentment? His heart was full of gratitude and concern for Han Yu.

Han Yu didn't know how he made it through that night. All he knew was how uncomfortable it was to hold himself back under the covers, with Tang San's muffled whimpering constantly in his ears.

Han Yu had more or less figured out the matter of the Blue Silver Emperor. That black Soul Ring had to be the Blue Silver Emperor's.

But he hadn't actively absorbed it. He guessed that after the little tree drew in the Blue Silver Emperor Soul Bone, it nourished his whole body in return, prompting the Blue Silver Emperor to make a subconscious act of maternal love.

For so many years, she had failed to fulfill her responsibilities as a mother to her child; presumably, she felt terribly guilty. So, after encountering Han Yu, who had absorbed the Blue Silver Emperor Soul Bone, the Blue Silver Emperor had taken the initiative to sacrifice her Soul Ring to him.

As for why it was a Ten Thousand Year Soul Ring, Han Yu had a guess.

If her cultivation reached a hundred thousand years, the Blue Silver Emperor would probably transform back into human form-that was, Ah Yin.

At present, it was only a black Soul Ring. In other words, the Blue Silver Emperor's intelligence was not as high as it would be when Tang San absorbed the Soul Bone in the future. She had gained a little intelligence, but not much.

It all seemed like a wonderful accident, from Han Yu absorbing the Blue Silver Emperor Soul Bone to the Blue Silver Emperor willingly sacrificing herself and giving him her Soul Ring.

And after the little tree absorbed the Soul Ring, that Soul Ring was embedded in the Clear Sky Hammer, while a separate branch bearing an embedded image of the Clear Sky Hammer grew on the little tree. In that case...

As though startled by his own conjecture, Han Yu didn't dare speculate any further. But he had a feeling that his guess was right.

As for the Blue Silver Emperor that had newly sprouted beside the little tree in his spiritual space, Han Yu couldn't make sense of her for now. He could only wait for her to grow and see.

Tang Hao was another who didn't know how he got through the night.

Tang Hao felt as though he had only been gazing at the Blue Silver Emperor's long-withered corpse in his hands when the night had already passed.

Tang San, meanwhile, endured cruel torment of body and mind, feeling his body ebb away bit by bit. By the time the night had passed, his body had not fully recovered under Mysterious Heaven Skill's treatment, but he could at least get out of bed and walk.

The next day, Tang Hao looked surprised to see Tang San out of bed. He even wondered whether Tang San might be the incarnation of a hundred-thousand-year-old Blue Silver Grass. Unlike Ah Yin, the incarnation of the Blue Silver Emperor, Tang San was merely the incarnation of a single, tiny stalk of Blue Silver Grass.

Tang Hao gently stroked his chin as he watched Tang San standing by the pot and cooking. A nearly imperceptible killing intent appeared in his eyes.

If he really is a hundred-thousand-year-old Blue Silver Grass... Unfortunately, Ah Yin never told me whether ordinary Blue Silver Grass could cultivate for a hundred thousand years and take human form. If it's true, Tang Hanyu will need them in the future.

His eyes narrowed as he looked at Tang San, as if considering how to obtain the Soul Ring and Soul Bone of this "Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast," Tang San, for Han Yu.

Tang San, who was cooking, felt his dear father's gaze on his back and was filled with drive. He couldn't even feel the pain in his wrist, which had yet to fully heal, as he stirred the rice soup in the pot with a ladle.

But how did he go six years right under the eyes of a Titled Douluo like me without showing the slightest trace of a Soul Beast's presence?

Could it be...

A glimmer flashed in Tang Hao's eyes as the things Tang San had done since childhood raced through his mind like a revolving lantern.

That's right. That bastard has been different from ordinary people since he was little.