Tang Yin appeared inside his spiritual sea and looked at the Blue Silver King with a curious glint in his eye. "Old King, did you specifically choose to sacrifice an external soul bone?"
The Ghostly old man shook its head gently, its voice held respectful demeanor. "No, My King. We soul beasts can choose from any of the six types of soul bones when we offer ourselves… but I didn't choose one deliberately. During the sacrifice, my focus was solely on ensuring I could safely enter your spiritual sea."
Tang Yin nodded, a flicker of understanding passing through his eyes."So it was just a pure coincidence, huh? Alright… in that case, let's go meet Ah Yin. I've done what I needed to do here, and I doubt that Tang Hao would be petty enough to harm anyone here."
Without wasting another moment, he swept the newly formed soul bone into his storage ring, then turned on his heel and dashed to the waterfall—where Ah Yin remained.
The Blue Silver King remained inside his vast spiritual sea but couldn't see unless Tang yin wanted him to so there wasn't any problem with privacy.
As Tang Yin neared the waterfall, he released a wave of telepathy, his spiritual sense sweeping across the entire area like an invisible tide.
Once he confirmed that Tang Hao wasn't nearby, he wasted no time. With agile steps, he scaled the waterfall and entered the hollowed-out cavern hidden behind it.
Inside, the air was damp and quiet, and within the crevice lay a frail Blue Silver Grass. Its leaves were withered, its bark thin and cracked—it looked like a dying ember clinging to the last traces of life.
The Blue Silver King trembled with emotion.
"Oh heavens… she's alive. That's a relief. But... she's weakened—terribly. Her life force is barely holding on."
His spectral form flickered with sorrow and rage. "My King, if we don't save her soon, she might not last even three years. Who dared to do this to our Queen?!"
A storm brewed in Tang Yin's heart. His jaw tightened, eyes turning ice-cold, and his fists trembled with barely restrained fury.
"Damn you, Tang Hao…" he growled. "Were you really trying to let her die? Now I'm certain—you didn't want to protect her. You left her here to rot… all so Tang San could inherit your so-called revenge.
He paused, voice low dripping with venom. "But don't think I don't know the truth. You had the perfect chance for vengeance when that Qian Xunji was at your feet, yet you let him go willingly pretending to be honorable.
You could have slaughtered that vile piece of filth, but you didn't—either because you didn't want to drag down your clan, or because you were afraid of being expelled. It's Cowardice, disguised as honor. If you were to wage war against the Martial Soul Hall, all three clans and both empires would stand behind you."
Tang Yin's eyes darkened further. "Don't be ridiculous. Your father didn't die because of heartbreak—it's probably because he couldn't stomach the truth about you and Ah Yin. I even doubt you truly made her sacrifice to gain a hundred-thousand year old soul ring; after all, people's hearts can be greedy."
His thoughts churned with bitter fury as he seethed inwardly, I bet it was for your oh-so-great father's death, wasn't it? All that revenge you spew—it was never for Ah Yin.
That hatred meant more to you than saving her—after everything she sacrificed. If I find out I'm right… I swear, I'll turn your whole life into a nightmare you'll never wake from.
The Blue Silver King listened quietly as Tang Yin voiced his suspicion, his expression began darkening with every word. "Our king was truly blind back then," he thought bitterly.
"Too kind… She never truly understood the darkness in a human heart." He inwardly shook his head in sorrow but now with their new king she could be saved.
Tang Yin stepped forward, his gaze softening as it fell upon Ah Yin's withered form. Without hesitation, he released his Blue Silver Domain, commanding every nearby Blue Silver Grass to lend him their soul power.
His subjects trembled, soul power gathered toward him in waves. He guided the energy into Ah Yin's frail body. Bit by bit, vital energy returned to her bark, her leaves more vibrant then, with gentle warmth, a blue silver vine wrapped around his hand tenderly.
Tang Yin smiled as he saw vitality return to her form. He immediately ceased the soul power transfer, offering heartfelt thanks to the Blue Silver Grass around him. Gently stroking her leaves, he then placed her inside a storage bag that could keep living things.
"My king, she's healthy now… but it will likely take a hundred thousand years for her to fully regain her spirit," the old man whispered.
"I have a place in mind. Don't worry—once I become a Titled Douluo, I'll revive her," Tang Yin said with quiet conviction, reassuring the old spirit. Activating his telepathy, he scanned the cave for the soul bone that Tang Hao had burried near the waterfall.
His Telepathic senses quickly locked onto an uneven section of the tunnel wall. Hidden deep within a narrow crevice lay a jade box.
With a flick of his wrist, Tang yin retrieved it and opened the lid. Inside was Blue Silver Emperor Right Leg Bone—its surface pulsing faintly with a deep azure glow. Even after all these years, its radiance remained undimmed.
Tang Yin stared at it for a moment, his face unreadable. Then he gently closed the box and stored it in his storage ring. He had no intention of absorbing the soul bone.
"This belongs to her... when she returns as a human by my side then she will absorb this soul bone."
Three days later, Tang Yin arrived at Sunset Forest, making his way straight to the Ice Fire Yin Yang Well. His goal was simple—planting Ah Yin there, letting the miraculous yin-yang energies nourish her.
He found Dugu Bo hunched over, watering a herb he'd recently planted. The moment he noticed movement, his eyes narrowed with caution, and he subtly shielded the planted herb behind him.
But once he recognized the familiar figure, he relaxed slightly. "Tch. Little Monster, it's been a while. What brings you here?" he asked gruffly, though his hand still hovered near the plant like a protective parent.
Tang Yin chuckled at old Dugu Bo's vigilance. "Relax, old man. I'm not here to snatch your herbs. Who do you think I am? A thief."
Dugu Bo narrowed his eyes but stepped back slightly, still protective of the stubborn herb behind him. "Then what are you here for?"
Tang Yin knelt down near the Yin Yang spring, summoning a soft blue-gold vine from his storage ring—delicate, vibrant, and pulsing faintly with life. "I've brought someone very important. I'll be leaving her here for now."
He began planting Ah Yin with slow, careful movements, as if handling something delicate. His voice softened. "Please look after her, old man. She may seem like a soul beast but she is someone very dear to me."
Dugu Bo didn't comment, but his curious gaze lingered on the vine. He could tell—this wasn't just any plant. It radiated extreme vitality that only came from something—extraordinary.
Still he nodded, "Don't worry I will protect this friend of yours. Consider it thanks for saving me and my granddaughter's life."
"Really? I was going to use up one of your favors but alright." He teased the old yandere.
Tang yin smiled with relief and kissed the leaf of the Ah yin's with affection. Afterwards, he made his way to the Moonlight Pavilion.
He entered the private room quietly, not wanting to disturb the atmosphere. Inside, Yuehua sat by the zither, her slender fingers gliding over the strings as she played a soft, wistful melody.
Tang Yin approached her from behind, leaned in, and gently kissed the side of her neck.
"Ah—Tianyu!" she yelped in surprise, her fingers freezing mid-note. When she turned her head and saw him, her expression softened into a radiant smile. "You're finally back... Muah~"
Later that evening, Tang Yin stepped into the Sect Hall.
Inside, Liu Erlong was crouched down, dusting the floor with surprising diligence. He grinned and tiptoed behind her. "You know, Erlong, you could've just hired a maid for this. Why do it yourself?"
Startled, Erlong turned around, then lit up as she recognized him. She rushed into his arms and hugged him tightly. "You're really back! Hmph. It's good you kept your promise. Otherwise, I would've definitely punished you."
He laughed and planted a kiss on her lips. "Alright, alright, I'm here. Let the others know."
Soon, the rest of the girls gathered around. Their teasing voices filled the room like the chirping of birds at dawn.
"Tang Yin, what level are you now?" Rongrong asked, eyes shining with curiosity.
Tang Yin smirked. "You'll see." With a flourish, he released his soul rings — two yellow, two purple, one black, and one blazing red. The dazzling light momentarily stunned everyone.
Huo Wu, Shui Bing'er, and Shui Yue'er gasped in awe. But Xiao Mei simply nodded. She had already known of his heaven-defying ability. And her own soul ring configuration was still more outrageous — for now.
"I'm already at level 67," Tang Yin said smugly. "Rongrong, looks like you'll never catch up to me! Didn't you say you'd surpass a lazy bum like me one day?" he teased with a grin.
Rongrong blinked at the red soul ring, clearly stunned. But she quickly recovered and puffed her cheeks. "Hmph! With your help, I'll surpass you soon enough. Don't get cocky."
Tang Yin coughed, slightly embarrassed his provocation had failed. Still, seeing the girls' reactions, he couldn't help but feel a little bit prideful.
They chatted late into the evening, catching up on recent events. Most of them had reached a bottleneck — except the Shui sisters, who were still a step behind.
Later that night, Tang Yin invited Shui Bing'er and Shui Yue'er to his room. Both of them had arrived hesitantly, faces flushed pink from ear to neck. Bing'er fidgeted her fingers nervously
"Tang Yin..." Bing'er started nervously, "you're not planning to... I mean, both of us... right now?" Yue'er blinked at her sister, clearly more open to the idea, but still said nothing.
Tang Yin blinked, then laughed. "You silly girls. What are you even thinking?"
He gently knocked both their heads with a finger. "You're close to level 50. I called you here to help you — not for that."
Bing'er visibly relaxed while Yue'er crossed her arms and gave her sister a look that screamed you scared him off.
Tang Yin took out two decade-old Millennium Whale Rubbers. The tonics for boosting their cultivation and handed them over.
"Take this. It'll help push you past the bottleneck," he said as he used his Energy conversion to boil them in seconds.
The sisters nodded and began cultivating immediately. As the potent medicinal energy surged through their meridians, their bodies flushed with heat. Both of them being of ice and water attribute, they managed to suppress the worst of the restlessness... for a time.
Still, the tonic's aphrodisiac effects weren't to be underestimated. Eventually, both of the sisters collapsed against him, flushed and trembling trying to vent their growing restless frustration.
He steadied them, gently channeling some of his soul power to help them regulate their inner flow. His hands moved skillfully, soothing and redirecting the energy turbulence building in them.
But they still stroked against Tang yin to vent and release their juices. He helped them by slipping his fingers inside their panties and stroked it in and out rubbing their clit.
By midnight, they had calmed down — exhausted, but smiling. Tang Yin tucked them into bed, a loving smile on his face. Not today, he thought. Let their hearts grow stronger first.