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After A-Rou's sacrifice, her once stunningly beautiful body transformed into a small, snow-white, fluffy rabbit about the size of two hands. Its ears were pink, and it lay motionless on the ground with its eyes closed. Its breathing grew weaker and weaker, and within a few hours, it would perish completely.
Following A-Rou's sacrifice, Ye Lingling received a 100,000-year soul skill. The healing abilities of her Holy Spirit Begonia were greatly enhanced, and she also obtained a 100,000-year Soft Bone Rabbit left arm bone. With it, she gained two powerful life-saving soul skills—Invincible Golden Body and Instant Teleportation. Her soul power surged to level 53 in one leap, marking a qualitative breakthrough.
Meanwhile, inside a simple horse-drawn carriage heading toward Shrek Academy, Yu Xiaogang and Tang San sat in silence. Tang San cradled the lifeless body of Tang Hao in his arms.
Since Tang Hao's death and the loss of the Tang Sect's secret techniques, Tang San had neither eaten nor drunk anything. It was as if his soul had died along with his father.
Tang San had tightly wrapped Tang Hao's corpse with Blue Silver Grass, sealing every gap to minimize exposure to air and slow down decomposition. He knew that if the carriage driver realized the bundle of vines contained a corpse, he would refuse to take them any further.
At that moment, Yu Xiaogang took out a letter and handed it to Tang San. "Xiao San, this was inside His Majesty Clear Sky's storage soul tool. It looks like he left it for you."
Hearing these words, Tang San, whose face had been lifeless, finally regained a trace of spirit. He took the letter from Yu Xiaogang's hands.
The letter contained only a few simple lines. The handwriting was rough and somewhat messy, yet it still carried an unrestrained and bold aura.
"Xiao San,
By the time you read this letter, I may already be dead. The Spirit Hall is filled with dangers. After my battle against Chrysanthemum and Ghost Douluo, I could barely suppress my injuries any longer. When I agreed to let you participate in the Spirit Hall's tournament, I had already accepted my fate—I was prepared to die so that I could bring you out.
Do not grieve. A father protecting his son with his life is only natural. The path of a soul master is fraught with peril, and if one seeks power, one must always be prepared to face death.
As for the Clear Sky Sect, your aunt, your uncle, and I have already made the necessary arrangements. After the Continental Advanced Soul Master Academy Tournament ends, you should return to the Clear Sky Sect with your aunt to reclaim your heritage.
Your aunt and uncle are people you can trust completely, just like me.
I possess six soul bones—the two strongest are inherited from the Clear Sky Sect, while the other four were obtained during my travels. The two inherited soul bones belong to the sect, but the remaining four are yours to distribute as you see fit.
Your mother is the one I can never stop worrying about. She is not dead. After her sacrifice, she reverted to her original form as Blue Silver Grass. One day, she will be revived. She is hidden in a stone cave behind the waterfall in the back hills of Holy Soul Village. There is a hidden mechanism there—if you go with your uncle, you will surely find her.
Your first martial soul is not the useless Blue Silver Grass but rather the inheritance of your mother—the Blue Silver Emperor, the most powerful plant-type martial soul, the Blue Silver King. Once you reach level fifty, you can go to the Blue Silver Forest to awaken it. The Blue Silver Forest is located at . When the time comes, let your uncle take you there.
The Clear Sky Sect is the foundation of our Tang family. The Spirit Hall will never allow our sect to grow unchecked. But the future of the Clear Sky Sect rests in your hands.
You will always be my pride.
Do not grieve.
Tang Hao."
"Father… it was me… I killed you… I failed you… I'm so sorry, Father!"
As Tang San reached the last line of the letter, tears streamed down his face. His body trembled violently.
He had indeed left the Spirit Hall, but not because Tang Hao had fought to protect him. He had been thrown out like trash, discarded after being drained of all value. Tang Hao's six soul bones, along with all of his ultimate techniques, had been left behind in the Spirit Hall. The Tang Sect's secret techniques, too, had been seized by them.
Inside the carriage, Tang San's sobs and words of remorse echoed continuously.
Half a Moment Later
Yu Xiaogang pushed against Tang San's shoulder and said solemnly, "Xiao San, His Majesty Clear Sky has already made it clear in his letter—he doesn't blame you. The Spirit Hall's strength has reached an unimaginable level. You must pull yourself together. You cannot let down His Majesty Clear Sky's final expectations."
At that moment, near the waterfall in the back hills of Holy Soul Village, a shadowy figure cloaked in darkness suddenly appeared. His face was obscured, his presence eerie and spectral. He was none other than Ghost Douluo.
Ghost Douluo scanned the breathtaking scenery around him and muttered, "According to His Holiness the Pope, Tang Hao planted his wife somewhere in this area. But why can't my spiritual power detect her? I should have brought Chrysanthemum Guan along—his sensory abilities would have made finding the Blue Silver Emperor effortless."
After a moment of contemplation, Ghost Douluo smirked and murmured, "The Blue Silver Emperor, ruler of the Blue Silver Grass, possesses astonishing vitality. I have a way to find it… Night Parade of a Hundred Ghosts."
A surge of chilling, deathly soul power erupted into the sky. Ninety-nine spectral figures spread out from Ghost Douluo, swiftly sweeping across the surrounding landscape in search of their target.
"Found it. So there was such a place here."
His gaze locked onto the waterfall in the distance. Without hesitation, Ghost Douluo transformed into a spectral shadow and crashed into the rock face. With a thunderous impact, the stone gate crumbled, revealing a hidden cave—a damp and shadowy tunnel extending inward.
The chamber within was roughly ten square meters in diameter, devoid of any furnishings. Darkness filled the space, but at the very depths, an incredibly faint golden light flickered.
Ghost Douluo stepped forward and examined the source of the glow—it was a delicate Blue Silver Grass plant, rooted in a small mound of soil. Swaying gently in the breeze, this plant was longer than ordinary Blue Silver Grass, adorned with intricate golden patterns that stretched like fine golden threads along each leaf vein. It was from these threads that the dim golden light emanated.
"Finally found you, Blue Silver Emperor. I never expected your vitality to be this tenacious. Even after your sacrifice, you still refuse to die."
Once a formidable soul beast that cultivated for a hundred thousand years, the Blue Silver Emperor now possessed barely a fraction of its former strength, its cultivation level reduced to less than ten years. Yet, its consciousness remained as sharp as that of an adult. Upon seeing Ghost Douluo, it instinctively recoiled in fear, praying that Tang Hao's protective barrier would hold. It could not afford to fall into the hands of the Spirit Hall—nor could it die here. It had not yet seen Xiao San, its son, grow up.
Ghost Douluo's first instinct was to destroy the Blue Silver Emperor immediately. However, just as he was about to act, he suddenly recalled a crucial detail—the Blue Silver Emperor's ultimate ability was immortality. No soul master could truly kill it. After forty-nine days, it would inevitably revive. If he failed to eliminate it and word got out to the Spirit Hall, his salary would surely be docked.
"Hmph. Chrysanthemum Guan has extensive knowledge of rare herbs. Since the Blue Silver Emperor once cultivated for a hundred thousand years, it must be an invaluable treasure among medicinal plants. I'll take it back to the Spirit Hall for study first. Once it loses its value, I can destroy it then."
With his decision made, Ghost Douluo effortlessly tore through Tang Hao's protective barrier. He lifted the small mound of soil where the Blue Silver Emperor was rooted, then transformed into a spectral shadow and swiftly vanished, heading straight for the Spirit Hall.
(End of Chapter)