Wuhun Luo Sanpao? I am the Dragon Emperor!

Chapter 198: Tang San is accepted as a disciple by Dugu Yan! The birth of Tang San!

Everyone was clearly surprised by the sudden visit of this old poison master.

The three titled Douluo of the Blue Lightning Sect immediately became wary, after all, Dugu Bo had a very bad reputation, and who knew what he might suddenly do.

"Don't be nervous, everyone. I brought my precious granddaughter here especially to congratulate you."

As he spoke, Dugu Bo leaned forward and began to tease the water ice in Yu Xiaolie's hand.

The blood from Little Water Ice'er's birth has been wiped clean by Grandma Water. On her exquisitely beautiful face, a pair of large, icy blue eyes dart around, curiously observing the strange old man before her, just like a clever little kitten.

Her little hands were still clutching Yu Xiaolie's buttons, and she was kicking her legs and making little noises, completely unfazed by the sudden intrusion of the green-haired old man.

Seeing that the visitor meant no harm and even brought a little sister, and that she seemed to be about the same age as him, Xiaoyu Tianheng thought she could be his playmate.

So he immediately returned the little jade heart in his arms to Yu Xiaoting and went forward to greet her.

Seeing that his granddaughter was also eager to get down and play, Dugu Bo let go and allowed Yu Tianheng to take her to play on the side.

"Oh my, congratulations! Sect Master Yu!"

Dugu Bo said with a smile, then glanced at everyone in the side hall, pulled Yu Xiaolie aside, and whispered:
"Xiao Lie, let's talk in private."

Yu Xiaolie nodded, handed his daughter over to Granny Shui, and let Dugu Bo pull him toward the corner.

After standing still, Dugu Bo rubbed his hands together, then suddenly revealed a smile that could only be described as "benevolent," and said:
"Young man, I treated you well back then, didn't I? You used to eat and take from my herb garden."

Upon hearing this, Yu Xiaolie raised an eyebrow, looking at the old poisoner in front of him with a half-smile, already guessing most of what was going on.

No one visits a temple without a reason. Dugu Bo's visit was solely about the poison in Dugu Yan's body.

Dugu Bo turned his gaze to Dugu Yan, who was fighting with Yu Tianheng for a small wooden sword. The two little ones were arguing fiercely over the sword.

Although Dugu Yan was only a two-year-old girl, her unruly nature made her look like a wildcat with its claws outstretched.

Suddenly, Dugu Bo's eyes softened, and his tone gradually became gentler:

"Yan Yan is still my granddaughter, and she will awaken the Jade Phosphorous Serpent Martial Soul sooner or later..."

At this point, Dugu Bo paused, his eyes sharpening.

“You know, I thought you were a pretty good kid when you were young… so I have an idea, why don’t you take Yanyan as your apprentice?”

Upon hearing this, Yu Xiaolie was taken aback, looking at Dugu Bo's somewhat tense profile.

In fact, he had already thought of the antidote, and also the matter of taking Dugu Yan as his disciple...

Seeing that Yu Xiaolie did not respond for a long time, Dugu Bo continued:
“Kid, I won’t treat you badly. If you need to gather herbs from my herb garden, just go ahead… Of course, you have to call me along. I don’t want those old guys to benefit from it.” Dugu Bo said, glancing at Yu Zhentian, Yu Zhenhai, and the others.

Meanwhile, my great-grandfather and second great-grandfather stood at a distance, their eyes fixed on this side.

Before Yu Xiaolie could reply, Dugu Bo anxiously continued, "Kid, I don't care. You're teaching one person anyway, and you're teaching two people anyway, so why not teach them both at the same time?"

Upon hearing this, Yu Xiaolie couldn't help but turn his gaze to the courtyard on the side.

Yu Tianheng, Yu Tianxin, Shui Bing'er, and now there's Dugu Yan...

In the future, Ah Yin and Tang Yuehua will have two more children.

Without realizing it, I've ended up taking on a whole bunch of kids as apprentices.

Yu Xiaolie suddenly burst out laughing and said, "Old monster, are you asking me to open a kindergarten?"

"What garden?"

Dugu Bo didn't understand the new term, but seeing that Yu Xiaolie didn't refuse, he immediately seized the opportunity.

"It's settled then! Yan Yan will live here with you from now on, and I'll come to see her every month!"

After saying that, as if afraid that Yu Xiaolie would change his mind, Dugu Bo ran off to play with his little granddaughter.

Yu Xiaolie shook his head and chuckled. The titled Douluo in front of him, who was already at level 92, had no air of authority whatsoever. Instead, he looked like a quack doctor selling shoddy products.

……

Year after year, three years have passed in the blink of an eye.

Holy Soul Village.

A heart-wrenching scream suddenly rang out from a thatched hut at the east end of the village.

"what--!"

At this moment, Tang Hao paced back and forth outside the door, his rough hands clenching so tightly that his bones cracked.

His forehead was covered in sweat, his eyes were bloodshot, and he had stomped a deep hole in the soil beneath his feet.

"Haozi, don't worry, don't worry." Old village chief Jack, leaning on his cane, comforted her shakily, "The midwife is the most experienced in the village, Xiaoyu will definitely be alright..."

Tang Hao ignored him, his attention completely focused on the painful groans coming from inside the room.

In this remote, impoverished village, there isn't even a healing soul master.

Suddenly, a loud baby cry came from inside the house.

Tang Hao shuddered and whirled around. Old Jack, leaning on his cane, excitedly stood up: "It's born! It's born!"

Then, the door of the thatched hut creaked open from the inside, and the midwife came out carrying a swaddled baby, but her face showed no joy.

"Congratulations, it's a boy..." She paused, her voice lowering, "but... the mother suffered severe postpartum hemorrhage, and it's... beyond saving."

When she uttered the last four words, the midwife was almost speechless.

But Tang Hao was a man of exceptional hearing. Upon hearing this, he felt as if his world had frozen in that instant.

He mechanically took the crumpled baby, his mind buzzing.

He didn't hear anything the midwife said after that until old Jack exclaimed in surprise, and then he realized that his hand had let go at some point.

The baby boy is falling!

"Ouch!"

Old Jack rushed forward and narrowly caught the child, but the sudden movement caused him to strain his back.

He yelled, "Ouch, my back! Tang Hao! Are you crazy?!"

Tang Hao seemed to wake from a dream, but without even glancing at the child, he stumbled into the house.

The dimly lit thatched hut was already filled with the stench of blood.

Su Xiaoyu lay on the simple wooden bed, her face as pale as paper, and the bedding beneath her was soaked with blood.

Hearing footsteps, she turned her head with difficulty, managing a weak smile.

"Brother Hao... let me see the child..."

Tang Hao acted as if he hadn't heard anything, and his legs suddenly lost all strength.

Immediately afterwards, he knelt down in front of the bed and tremblingly held his wife's cold hand.

Old Jack stood at the door, sighed, then carried the baby over and carefully placed the child in Su Xiaoyu's arms.

With her last bit of strength, Su Xiaoyu gently stroked the baby's face.

"Cough cough...this child...just like you, look, the eyes...just like yours..."

The baby seemed to sense something, and suddenly quieted down, staring intently at its mother with its dark, round eyes.

Su Xiaoyu's breathing was getting weaker and weaker, and Tang Hao held her other hand, sobbing incessantly.

"Brother Hao... don't be sad, there will be children to take my place in the future."

After saying this, Su Xiaoyu used her other hand to place the baby's little hand on Tang Hao's fingers.

"Brother Hao, let's call him... Tang San... Meeting you... I am... so fortunate..."

After uttering her last few words, Su Xiaoyu had completely stopped breathing, and her small hands hung limply at her sides.

"Light rain! Light rain!"

Tang Hao held Su Xiaoyu tightly, shouting hoarsely, "Don't sleep, don't sleep! Look at me, look at the baby!"

However, the body in his arms was gradually getting cold.

As she lay dying, Su Xiaoyu took one last look at her husband and child, a satisfied smile on her lips, and slowly closed her eyes.

"Do not--!"

Old Jack wiped away his tears and silently stepped aside.

The baby seemed to sense the father's grief and suddenly burst into tears.

The crying was like a bucket of cold water poured over Tang Hao's head.

He suddenly looked up, staring intently at the infant in the swaddling clothes, his grief gradually replaced by anger.

"It's all your fault..." he said through gritted teeth, "If it weren't for you, Xiaoyu wouldn't be here..."

Old Jack sensed something was wrong and quickly stepped forward: "Tang Hao! The child is innocent!"

Tang Hao ignored him, shoved Old Jack aside, and stormed out the door.

Like a wounded wild beast, he stumbled and rushed out of the village, quickly disappearing from sight. Only a vague outline could be seen of what appeared to be a huge hammer in his hand.

Overwhelmed with grief and anger, Tang Hao lost control and wanted to smash everything.

Soon, only old Jack and the crying baby remained in the thatched hut.

Old Jack sighed and gently picked up little Tang San: "Poor child... From now on, you'll stay with your grandfather."

Outside, the rising sun finally broke through the morning mist, casting its first rays upon the sorrowful thatched hut.

A new day has begun, but for some, the world has lost its color forever.

(End of this chapter)