Douluo Continent: Tonight, a Fairy Tale Descends

She paused, then lowered her voice even further: "Your talent, your strength, your background... it's all too clean. Unnaturally clean."

“I’ve been watching you for a long time. Ever since I met you, I’ve been observing you. Your spirit rings, your cultivation resources, the composure you possess that is so different from your peers… all of this points to one possibility.”

She raised her head, her cat-like eyes reflecting Tang San's expressionless face:

"There are very few people in the world who can cultivate people like you. And coincidentally, I know the story of one of them."

Tang San remained silent and did not speak.

Zhu Zhuqing continued, "I've looked up Tang Hao's information. He was once the Haotian Douluo, the youngest Title Douluo on the continent. Later, he was hunted down by the Spirit Hall because he seriously injured the former Pope of the Spirit Hall many years ago."

She took a deep breath: "The years he disappeared coincided perfectly with the time you appeared."

The silence in the room lasted for a long time.

Cinderella looked at Zhu Zhuqing, then at Tang San, and said nothing.

Finally, Tang San spoke, his voice as cold as ice: "Aren't you afraid I'll silence you for saying all this?"

Zhu Zhuqing's body trembled slightly, but she did not back down.

“I’m afraid,” her voice was hoarse, “but I’m even more afraid of being taken back to Star Luo by Davis and being treated like a piece of merchandise.”

She looked up, her cat-like eyes pleading: "I won't tell anyone this. I just... want you to help me."

She took out a storage soul tool from her bosom and handed it to Cinderella with both hands.

"This is all my savings. I don't know if it's enough, but it's all I have to offer."

Cinderella took the storage soul tool, probed it with her spiritual power, and a hint of surprise flashed in her amber eyes.

There were indeed quite a few items, and the quality was quite good. For Zhu Zhuqing, this was probably all the wealth she had accumulated over the years.

Cinderella did not respond, but looked at Tang San instead.

Tang San's gaze lingered on Zhu Zhuqing for a long time.

The murderous intent in those deep eyes had faded, replaced by a complex scrutiny.

Zhu Zhuqing met his gaze without flinching.

Finally, Tang San withdrew his gaze and looked at Cinderella.

Cinderella nodded gently.

She carefully put away the storage device and said to Zhu Zhuqing, "We need to think about it. I'll give you an answer tonight."

A glimmer of hope flashed across Zhu Zhuqing's face. She nodded vigorously, stood up, and stopped at the door, turning back to look at the two of them.

"Thank you."

Then, she opened the door and quickly left.

The room fell silent again.

Cinderella leaned back in her chair, tapping her fingers lightly on the table: "She's quite clever."

Tang San didn't speak, but the coldness in his eyes had lessened somewhat.

As night fell, the lights of Wuhun City lit up one after another.

In the dark alley outside the Shrek Academy residences, a tall figure appeared silently.

He was dressed in a drab, coarse cloth outfit, and his messy hair covered half of his face, but the power contained within his body was enough to make any Soul Master below the Title Douluo level tremble.

Tang Hao.

He glanced up at the lit window upstairs, then vanished into the darkness in a flash.

The next instant, he was already in Tang San and Cinderella's room.

“Father.” Tang San stood up, his voice calm.

Cinderella also stood up from the table and softly called out, "Dad."

Tang Hao nodded, his gaze sweeping over the two of them, a barely perceptible hint of tenderness flashing in his eyes.

Without exchanging pleasantries, he went straight to the point: "The competition is over, I'm leaving tonight."

Tang San and Cinderella exchanged a glance.

Cinderella hesitated for a moment before speaking, "Dad, there's something I'd like to discuss with you."

Tang Hao raised an eyebrow slightly, signaling her to continue.

Cinderella recounted in detail how Zhu Zhuqing had come to see them.

After listening, Tang Hao remained silent for a long time.

Of course he knew Zhu Zhuqing.

The second daughter of the Zhu family in the Star Luo Empire, Dai Mubai's fiancée, and the girl who fought Zhu Zhuyun to a standstill on the arena.

He remained silent, his gaze fixed on Cinderella's face: "What do you think?"

Cinderella didn't hesitate: "I want to help her."

Tang Hao looked at her, a hint of surprise flashing in his cloudy yet sharp eyes.

Cinderella continued, "She guessed who we were, but she didn't make a fuss or threaten us. She just wanted to survive."

She paused, her voice softening slightly: "And, she did give quite a lot."

Tang Hao's lips twitched slightly, it was unclear whether he wanted to laugh or say something.

He glanced at Tang San.

Tang San nodded: "I have no objection."

Tang Hao was silent for a moment, then slowly said, "Then take her with you."

His voice was flat, as if he were talking about something very ordinary.

Cinderella smiled and said, "I'll go tell her."

Late at night.

The lights in Wuhun City gradually thinned out, most of the rooms were turned off, and the entire city fell asleep.

Zhu Zhuqing sat on the edge of the bed, her fingers tightly gripping the hem of her clothes, her heart pounding fast and heavy.

She is waiting.

Waiting for a reply that may never come.

The sound of very light footsteps came from the corridor; she wouldn't have noticed it at all if she hadn't been listening intently.

The footsteps stopped at her door.

Then, there were three very soft knocks on the door.

"Knock knock knock".

Zhu Zhuqing practically sprang to her feet; she rushed to the door and opened it.

Cinderella stood outside the door, her long golden hair gleaming softly in the moonlight, a faint smile playing on her lips.

"Pack your things, we're leaving tonight."

Zhu Zhuqing was stunned for a moment, then nodded vigorously.

She didn't ask where they were going or how to get there. She simply turned around, slung the already packed bag over her shoulder, and moved so quickly it was as if she was afraid the other person would change their mind.

Cinderella looked at her, a complex emotion flashing in her eyes, but said nothing and turned to walk towards the end of the corridor.

Zhu Zhuqing followed closely behind.

The two walked through the corridor and exited their residence through the back door.

A cool night breeze swept over me. Moonlight bathed the empty streets, gilding everything in a silvery glow.

Tang San was already waiting there, the dark blue Blue Silver Grass swaying gently at his feet, as if on guard against something.

His wariness lessened slightly upon seeing Cinderella.

"Let's go," he said softly.

The three walked briskly along the street, turned several corners, and came to a secluded alleyway.

Deep in the alley, a tall figure stood with his back to them.

His clothes were made of coarse, gray cloth, his hair was disheveled, and he exuded a sense of oppression as heavy as a mountain.

Tang Hao.

Zhu Zhuqing's heart pounded even faster. She had guessed right; the legendary Haotian Douluo was indeed here.

Tang Hao turned around, his murky gaze sweeping over Zhu Zhuqing. He didn't say much, only uttering two words indifferently: "Follow me."

Then he turned and walked out of the city.

His pace wasn't fast, but each step covered an extremely long distance. Tang San and Cinderella followed closely behind, while Zhu Zhuqing could barely keep up even with all her might.

The four of them moved through the night like four ghosts, silently passing through the streets of Wuhun City.

Chapter 465 Title Douluo

The outline of the city wall grew closer under the moonlight. The soldiers on night watch leaned against the gateposts, dozing off, completely unaware that four figures were slipping past them.

Tang Hao walked at the front, his pace seemingly unhurried, but each step covered a distance that was difficult for ordinary people to reach.

Tang San and Cinderella followed closely behind, barely managing to keep up by pushing their Xuan Tian Gong to its limit.

Zhu Zhuqing gritted her teeth, beads of sweat already forming on her forehead. Her soul power had been completely exhausted in the previous competition, and she was now only holding on with a strong sense of unwillingness.

Once outside the city gate, the official road stretched straight into the distance like a silver ribbon under the moonlight.

A night wind blew from the fields on both sides, carrying the scent of earth and withered grass. Tang Hao suddenly quickened his pace, his dusty gray robes fluttering in the wind.

With a flick of his wrist, Tang San sent a strand of Blue Silver Grass silently wrapping around Zhu Zhuqing's waist, carrying her forward.

Zhu Zhuqing was stunned for a moment and looked up at Tang San, but the latter didn't even glance at her, his eyes fixed on the tall figure in front of him.

"Thank you..." she was about to say.

"Don't speak, save your energy." Tang San's voice was as cold and hard as iron, devoid of any warmth.