mousepad-d2 Chapter 4 The Right Leg Bone of the Eternal Blue Silver Emperor
Chapter 4 The Right Leg Bone of the Eternal Blue Silver Emperor
Chapter 4 The Right Leg Bone of the 100,000-Year-Old Blue Silver Emperor
On the bed, Xiao Wu was curled up, fast asleep.
Moonlight streamed through the window, casting a soft, serene glow on her face, like a sleeping rabbit. At that moment, it seemed no one except Tang Chuan knew what was happening.
Her true identity is that of a 100,000-year-old soul beast, the Soft Bone Rabbit.
The soul bone of a 100,000-year-old soul beast is a top-tier existence on the entire continent. Absorbing it can grant the absorber two top-tier soul bone skills!
Tang Chuan's gaze lingered on Xiao Wu for a moment before he suddenly paused.
Reason returned suddenly, and he realized what he was thinking. His heart felt as if it were being gripped by an icy hand, and a chill ran down his spine to his brain.
"wrong……"
"My current soul power... is only level one. I'm afraid I can't kill her."
Even if they succeed through a sneak attack.
Suddenly, an even more terrifying figure flashed through Tang Chuan's mind—Tang Hao.
Tang Chuan was suddenly startled, and a deep sense of apprehension appeared in his eyes.
"No... It's very clear in the original story that Tang Hao secretly protected Tang San after he entered Notting Academy."
"If Tang Hao really finds out that I killed Xiao Wu and absorbed her soul bone, how am I supposed to explain this to my adoptive father? How did I know Xiao Wu was a 100,000-year-old soul beast? And what about all my strange behavior these past few years?"
Thinking of this, Tang Chuan finally calmed down, and the distracting thoughts in his eyes also disappeared.
"In my opinion, directly hunting down Xiao Wu and taking her bones is the best course of action."
"At least not yet."
Tang Chuan lay on his side in the bedding, gazing at the lonely moon outside the window.
My mind remained unsettled for a long time.
He suddenly remembered the days he had spent living with Tang San and Tang Hao in Holy Soul Village over the years.
That dilapidated wooden house was drafty, with a leaky roof. Every winter, when the cold wind blew into the house, he and Tang San could only wrap themselves in tattered blankets to keep warm.
From the age of three or four, he and Tang San were just tall enough to barely reach the stove, and the meals at home... were cooked by the two brothers themselves.
They had to light a fire, cook raw rice, wash wild vegetables, and even go to the back mountain to catch wild rabbits and pick mushrooms just to barely fill their stomachs.
And the man called father—Tang Hao.
Every day, he either drinks or gets completely drunk.
When he was awake, he was taciturn; when he was drunk, he would either smash things or pass out on the floor, unconscious. It seemed that he was the only one in the house who could be decadent, while the two brothers had to learn to survive at a young age.
"Oh……"
Tang Chuan gave a soft, cold laugh, a hint of mockery he had never spoken of to anyone appearing in his eyes.
"Is this what they call Haotian Douluo?"
"As a father, he doesn't care about his son's life or death; as a titled Douluo, he barely survives on his two children's daily meals."
"If it weren't for Elder Jack, the village elder, occasionally providing some food, and the fact that Tang San and I are both transmigrators with the consciousness and abilities of adults, we probably would have starved to death long ago."
Tang Chuan's gaze gradually turned cold, and the emotions that had been suppressed in his heart for many years were finally ignited.
"He who has a son but does not raise him is not worthy of being a human being. Tang Hao is not worthy of being a father at all."
"In my opinion, having a father like that is no different from not having one."
Thinking of this, a resolute look flashed in Tang Chuan's eyes.
"Since this father has never given me any kindness in raising me, then I will walk my own path from now on. No one has the right to decide my fate."
As the night deepened, Tang Chuan slowly closed his eyes, his mind clearer than ever before.
…………
As dawn broke and the first rays of sunlight appeared, the streets outside Nottingham were still deserted, with only wisps of morning mist drifting along the cobblestone streets.
At the academy gate, Master stood solemnly in a gray robe, while Tang San beside him carried a waist bag filled with the white radishes they had just bought.
The carriage rumbled to a stop at the street corner. Master and Tang San got into the carriage in tacit agreement, and the wheels rolled over the stone slabs, slowly heading towards the east of the city.
The Soul Hunter's Forest is right there.
Meanwhile, inside the high walls of the distant academy, a figure was already standing in the dim morning light.
Tang Chuan stood by the window, a half-draped school uniform robe draped over his shoulders, quietly watching the carriage drive away into the distance. He didn't say a word.
He simply raised the corners of his mouth, revealing a cold smile with a profound meaning.
"In the end, you still followed the original route."
"Tang San, Tang San, you've lived two lives, yet you've been fooled by a stupid pig like this. But it's all for the best. Everything that originally belonged to you now belongs to me."
Although the path of directly hunting Xiao Wu to obtain her soul bone is temporarily blocked, after a night of contemplation, Tang Chuan has found another way to quickly increase his soul power level.
No one noticed that Tang Chuan's figure had already quietly disappeared on the path behind the academy gate in the pre-dawn light.
Without alerting anyone, he carried a simple bag, trudged through the dew-dampened earth, and followed a winding path towards the Holy Soul Village in the southeast.
As the sun rises, birdsong fills the air.
Tang Chuan trekked on, his steps firm. At noon, he finally passed through a maple forest and caught sight of the familiar mountain silhouette in the distance.
"Almost there..."
Muttering to himself, Tang Chuan's eyes suddenly hardened.
Holy Soul Village, the place where he and Tang San lived together for many years.
He returned now, but not to go home.
It was for the right leg bone of the 100,000-year-old Blue Silver Emperor!
After passing through the path outside the village, Tang Chuan did not enter the village, but instead went straight around the main road and deep into the forest on the east side of the village.
This place is rarely visited by people; the forest is damp and quiet, and snakes and insects often dart about in the bushes.
But Tang Chuan's mind became increasingly clear, and he murmured to himself:
"If I remember correctly..."
"In the original story, Ah Yin's life seed was secretly buried by Tang Hao in a remote cave outside Holy Soul Village. In that cave, there was also a 100,000-year-old soul bone."
"And that cave seems to be hidden behind a waterfall."
"Now that Tang San has gone to the Soul Hunting Forest, Tang Hao knows the Grandmaster's strength. Given his personality, he should be going there to protect him."
With a slightly cold look in his eyes, Tang Chuan quickened his pace, pushing aside the layers of vines and moss, and following the sound of the flowing water, he climbed up a steep hillside.
A moment later, the rumbling sound of water ahead gradually grew louder.
Take a few more steps—
suddenly see the light!
In front of a huge rocky outcrop, a waterfall cascades down from a height of several meters, creating a misty spray that is illuminated by sunlight, shimmering with iridescent colors.
Tang Chuan stood in front of the waterfall, slightly out of breath, a glint of shrewdness in his eyes.
"Found it..."
Tang Chuan slowly walked forward, his fingers gently tracing the rock wall surrounding the waterfall, as if searching for some hidden mechanism.
"The cave entrance is right behind the waterfall. The rock wall is slightly concave and covered with a thin layer of moss. If you didn't know in advance, it would be hard for anyone to find this place."
Without apparent hesitation, Tang Chuan parted a corner of the waterfall and swiftly darted into the curtain of water.
(End of this chapter)