Douluo Dalu: Immortal Dragon Clan

Let's rewind to the moment when Zhuang Lao Jiang Tang San was left alone.

"Your name is Tang San?" Old Zhuang stared intently at the slender twelve-year-old boy before him, his tone revealing surprise.

He never dreamed that the young man before him would possess the bloodline of the Blue Silver Emperor.

The Blue Silver Emperor is a top-tier martial soul, whose quality is in no way inferior to my own martial soul, and may even be better!
Tang San's ancestor's first martial soul was the Blue Silver Emperor. In that era, it was undoubtedly the strongest control-type martial soul and the supreme glory passed down through generations of the Tang Sect.

However, since the ascension of their ancestor, no one in the Tang Sect has possessed such a martial soul. But now, this young man not only possesses the Blue Silver Emperor martial soul, but also shares the same name as Tang San's ancestor.

Isn't all of this too much of a coincidence? Old Zhuang thought to himself. It seems that after finishing his conversation with the young man in front of him, he will have to go and have a good discussion with Mu En outside.

“Yes, senior.” Tang San keenly caught the fleeting shock in Elder Zhuang’s eyes and quickly explained, “My parents hoped that I could be as great as my ancestor Tang San. After I awakened the same martial soul as my ancestor, I also vowed to become that kind of person, or even surpass him!” This last sentence was his truest thought.

His goal is to replace himself in this world, reclaim Xiao Wu, and rewrite his predetermined destiny.

When Zhuang Lao heard Tang San's lofty ambitions, he just smiled and earnestly reminded him: "It is good to have lofty dreams, but it is even more important to be down-to-earth and think about how to grow step by step."

"Hmph, that's just short-sighted." Tang San sneered inwardly, but maintained a respectful smile on his face and said, "I understand, Elder Zhuang, please begin!"

Elder Zhuang nodded slightly, then summoned his martial soul. He knew that there was only one reason why someone with the Blue Silver Emperor bloodline could not awaken it: the bloodline purity was insufficient. It required the death of the previous Blue Silver Emperor and the recognition and sacrifice of the Blue Silver King for the bloodline to be able to awaken successfully.

It was too late to use conventional methods now, so Elder Zhuang decided to burn the life force of his own martial soul to help Tang San awaken his martial soul bloodline. Although this power would only last for a short time, it would be enough to neutralize the toxins in the little girl's body on the bed.

Before he finished speaking, a faint green light emanated from Elder Zhuang's body, and his Tree of Life martial soul burst forth from the ground. The pressure of a healing-type super Douluo instantly filled the entire room. Yellow, yellow, purple, purple, black, black, black, black, black, nine soul rings rose up from his feet like steps, and the boundless life force, like a surging tide, instantly swept through every corner of the room.

Feeling this surging vitality, Tang San involuntarily took a deep breath, and his Blue Silver Grass martial soul seemed to be summoned, eagerly breaking through the soil.

The Blue Silver Grass frantically absorbed this life energy, and the veins on its originally slender and ordinary vines began to spread out like a spider web.

The moment the Blue Silver Grass completed its brief evolution and transformed into the Blue Silver Emperor, Elder Zhuang withdrew his martial soul. His face was slightly pale, but he could not hide the amazement in his eyes: "As expected of the Blue Silver Emperor martial soul, it can absorb and transform life force to such an extent. It is truly amazing!"

Tang San still had a lingering desire for power in his eyes, but he suppressed the turmoil in his heart and asked, "Elder Zhuang, what should I do next?"

Old Zhuang turned to look at Tang Ya, who was lying unconscious on the bed. After a moment of contemplation, he finally made up his mind and said, "Tang San, you need to undress Tang Ya and use the Blue Silver Emperor to modify her body and force out the poison. Can you handle this operation?"

He thought to himself that Tang San had already revealed his identity as a member of the Tang Clan when he introduced himself, so he figured that there was no need for much guidance on how to use this kind of martial spirit.

Mentioning Tang Ya, Old Zhuang couldn't help but feel a little dissatisfied.

As the great-grandson of Elder Mu, how could Bei Bei fall in love with an ordinary girl with the Blue Silver Grass martial soul? From the beginning, the elders opposed this matter.

But Beibei was bewitched and ignored her elders' advice, insisting on staying with Tang Ya.

The elders originally thought that if Tang Ya could concentrate on cultivation after taking the pills, they could observe her further. However, over the years, she spent her days playing and even took Bei Bei out for walks. If she did not comply, she would threaten to break up with him. Bei Bei, on the other hand, spoiled her and almost drove Elder Mu crazy every time.

Upon hearing Elder Zhuang's suggestion, Tang San's eyes widened in shock, inwardly wondering what kind of idea this old man had come up with. But looking at the weak Tang Clan leader on the bed, as a senior member of the Tang Clan, he ultimately couldn't stand idly by. He sighed helplessly and agreed.

“I know, Mr. Zhuang.”

"Good to know." Seeing that Tang San agreed, Old Zhuang nodded in satisfaction, then turned and left. It was best for this old man to avoid watching what was about to happen.

Outside, when Beibei saw Old Zhuang push open the door and come out, it felt like the sky had fallen.

He had taken every precaution he could, but he hadn't expected Old Zhuang to show up alone. The situation inside the house was self-evident.

Standing at a distance, Mo Yan saw Bei Bei clutching his chest, trembling uncontrollably, and could vaguely hear him muttering to himself, "It hurts so much. How can it hurt so much?"

Beibei staggered to her feet, wanting to rush into the house to check, but was stopped by Old Zhuang: "Beibei, she's being treated inside. If you barge in, you'll only kill her!"

"Waaaaah, no!"

"Why!"

Beibei broke down in tears. He never expected it to end like this. His heart felt like it was being pierced by countless needles, and the pain was unbearable.

Looking at the distraught Beibei, Moon felt as if he were seeing his younger self, but upon closer inspection, he realized that it was not right; he had never been as infatuated as Beibei.

He looked at Elder Zhuang and nodded in satisfaction. He never expected that Elder Zhuang would solve this thorny problem so easily.

At this moment, Zhang Lexuan stepped forward, looked at Mo Yan who had a calm expression, and asked curiously, "Mo Yan, it seems that you had anticipated this outcome?"

Mo Yan shrugged and said with a smile, "Just guessing."

Actually, she only thought it was possible at the time, and was not sure that Beibei would do something so outrageous.

Unexpectedly, in order to save the woman he loved most, Beibei ultimately chose this path. It's shocking that this usually gentle "warm man" would be so crazy!
Even his great-grandfather, in his youth, was probably not as devoted as he is.

However, Moon was indeed rational at the time; otherwise, Shrek Academy might have really become the stronghold of the Holy Spirit Cult.

"Guess what?"

Suddenly, a hoarse voice came from behind them. Upon hearing this voice, the two women's faces instantly turned grim.

(End of this chapter)