SL—Chapter 177: Tang San's Panic
"Go, my child. May the power of the stars and nature always bless you."
"Wait."
Ah Yin said softly. Then, under Ling Qianyao's astonished gaze, her body glowed, and her gentle, beautiful appearance quietly changed.
Her long, flowing hair was gathered high and tied into a neat ponytail.
Her blue palace dress transformed into a blue and gold tight-fitting suit, clinging to her graceful figure and outlining her beautiful curves.
A gold belt inlaid with sapphires was fastened around her waist, adding a touch of heroic spirit.
Although her face still bore some resemblance to before, her original appearance was unrecognizable.
She had been a gentle, virtuous, and maturely charming woman, with every frown and smile filled with the tender affection and charm accumulated over the years.
Now, she looked like a lively, high-spirited knight-errant, her eyebrows and eyes less gentle, sharper and decisive.
Ah Yin crossed her arms and winked at Ling Qianyao. "How is it?"
"Very good."
Ah Yin's lips curved into a smile. To avoid unnecessary trouble, she had slightly altered her appearance with a disguise when going out during this period.
After all, she wanted to travel outside with Ling Qianyao. In Heaven Dou City, it was hard to guarantee that no one would recognize her from back then.
Before resolving the matter with Tang Hao, it was better not to expose herself.
"Ah!"
Ah Yin was lost in her thoughts when she was suddenly hit by a gust of wind, making her instinctively let out a light cry.
Looking up, she saw the Starfall Sky Wings suddenly unfurl behind Ling Qianyao.
Ling Qianyao wore a mischievous smile. Before Ah Yin could react, he reached out and wrapped his arm around her slender waist.
With a gentle pull, Ah Yin landed steadily in his embrace.
Her cheeks instantly flushed like a sunset. She glared at Ling Qianyao coquettishly, but her eyes were filled with unconcealable sweetness and shyness as she wrapped her arms around his neck.
"Senior, farewell."
Ling Qianyao shouted in the direction of the Blue Silver King, his voice filled with respect and a hint of heroism.
The Blue Silver King nodded slightly, and the Blue Silver Forest shimmered, as if responding to their farewell.
Immediately after, the Starfall Sky Wings vibrated fiercely. Ling Qianyao, holding Ah Yin, soared into the sky and instantly disappeared above the Blue Silver Forest.
Tens of minutes later, Ling Qianyao and Ah Yin appeared on the outskirts of the mountain range. After crossing several peaks, they finally reached the location of Snake Lance Douluo.
Snake Lance Douluo's mouth twitched when he saw the two return.
"Ahem, Qianyao, are you sure you want to take her back like this? I need to remind you, the Second Enshriner Golden Crocodile Douluo has been quite angry lately."
Ah Yin's face turned red. She wanted to break free from Ling Qianyao's embrace, but he held her even tighter.
"Your Majesty, Ah Yin doesn't have the ability to fly yet, so it's better if I carry her."
Snake Lance Douluo felt aggrieved. He really couldn't understand how the Young Miss had accepted this Blue Silver Emperor.
Zhu Zhuqing was one thing—after all, she came first. But this Blue Silver Emperor was a hundred-thousand-year soul beast that had taken human form. Although, it seemed she had already entered adulthood, and her soul beast aura was not detectable.
Is it because she was the wife of that Clear Sky Douluo who killed the previous Pope?
Let her husband take down this madam who lost her husband, and then ravage her together with Ling Qianyao.
Cough, cough, cough.
The Young Miss's method of revenge was truly... unique and wicked. Why did I suddenly feel a little excited just thinking about this? How could a person of my Spirit Hall have such thoughts? Impossible, absolutely impossible.
He shook his head fiercely.
Compared to these strange thoughts, Snake Lance Douluo was more inclined to believe that Qian Renxue was considering the bloodline.
After all, these hundred-thousand-year soul beasts that had taken human form must possess a hundred-thousand-year cultivation. The children born to them would likely have extremely outstanding and astonishing talent.
With Ling Qianyao's talent and Ah Yin's, their children might even have innate full Soul Power. The Young Miss was considering the future of our Spirit Hall—cultivating a stronger new generation.
At that time, with Young Miss Qian Renxue as Ling Qianyao's main wife, given such a relationship, wouldn't these children all belong to the Spirit Hall?
The more Snake Lance Douluo thought about it, the more he felt the profound implications behind this. His gaze on Ling Qianyao grew more complex, as if re-examining Qian Renxue's chess move, which seemed shocking but was secretly far-reaching.
That makes a lot of sense. Hundred-thousand-year soul beasts that have taken human form don't necessarily have to be hunted for Soul Rings. They are born with the strength destined for a Title Douluo. If you take one as your wife, you can also produce extraordinarily talented descendants.
This kind of plan—killing multiple birds with one stone—is something ordinary people wouldn't even dare to think about. But the Young Miss not only thought of it but also put it into action. The courage and strategy to give up part of her husband's heart like this are truly astonishing.
As expected of Young Miss Qian Renxue. Not only does she possess the talent of innate level twenty Soul Power, but she also has such wisdom.
His thoughts had already spiraled. "The second Enshriner Golden Crocodile Douluo's brain is indeed not as good as mine. He couldn't think of this level, and he's still sulking and quarreling with Qianyao and Young Miss. I'll go back and properly advise him."
Ling Qianyao watched Snake Lance Douluo's changing expressions, and his mouth twitched. "Your Majesty, shouldn't we head back?"
"Oh, oh, yes. Let's go."
Snake Lance Douluo nodded, no longer concerned about Ling Qianyao holding Ah Yin. He was the first to unleash his Soul Power, transforming into a streak of light and soaring toward Heaven Dou City.
Ling Qianyao followed closely behind.
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In an unknown forest, ancient trees towered, their branches intertwined.
In the distance, a wide waterfall hung like a silver river, cascading down from a cliff with a deafening roar.
Below the waterfall, beside a smooth stone.
A dark-skinned young man, enduring the immense pressure of the waterfall above, was swinging his forging hammer, striking it down repeatedly.
"Thirty-two, thirty-three," he silently counted the number of swings.
Plop.
Gurgle, gurgle...
"Wow, cough, cough, cough."
Tang San couldn't withstand the pressure again and was washed into the pool, forced to swallow several mouthfuls of water.
"Hoo, hoo—"
Washed back to the shore, Tang San first took large gulps of air. Then, he put his fingers down his throat, forcing himself to vomit out the water he had just swallowed.
His Soul Power was sealed by Tang Hao. Every day, he had to repeat this hammering motion here.
With his current physical strength, even getting close to the round stone in the center of the waterfall was difficult.
Drinking water from time to time, he was almost full. If he didn't vomit, without Soul Power, he would eventually suffer water intoxication.
"Hmm."
Tang San, who was recovering while sitting cross-legged, suddenly felt an inexplicable panic. His body trembled as if something extremely important had been cruelly carved out from the depths of his soul.
He suddenly opened his eyes, gasping for air, his forehead covered in cold sweat, his eyes filled with fear and confusion.
"What's wrong, Xiao San?" Tang Hao frowned and instantly appeared in front of him. In his eyes, Tang San's aura at this moment seemed to have changed suddenly. The resilience he could originally feel had decreased significantly.
"I, I don't know?"
Tang San looked at Tang Hao with confusion. The latter stood beneath the trees, sunlight piercing through the dense leaves, casting a green glow.
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