Douluo Continent: Tonight, a Fairy Tale Descends

"Her eyes are blue. As clear and bright as a tranquil sky. When she looks at you, you feel like the whole world has quieted down."

Tang San listened quietly, without interrupting or urging him.

He didn't have much affection for Tang Hao.

The man left a letter and departed not long after he and Cinderella enrolled in school. So many years have passed, and he only returned to train him, to make him stronger, and to help him settle those unfinished grudges.

But A-Yin is different.

Ah Yin is his mother.

The mother who gave birth to him, but whom he never met.

Tang San was very curious.

I'm curious about what kind of person that woman named Ah Yin really is.

I'm curious why she could make Tang Hao, a man with a heart of stone, still remember her so fondly after all these years.

"Your mother, she..."

Tang Hao's voice rang out again, softer and gentler than before, as if afraid of disturbing something.

"When she smiles, she has two shallow dimples. She loves to sing, and her voice is beautiful, even more beautiful than those girls in Yuexuan who specialize in playing musical instruments. She loves flowers, and she loves to go to the mountains and fields in spring to pick flowers and weave them into wreaths to wear on her head..."

Tang Hao's shoulders began to tremble again.

He looked up at the darkening sky and shouted loudly.

The sound was so loud that it echoed back and forth in the valley, drowned out the roar of the distant waterfall, and startled the birds that were roosting in the forest.

"A Yin!"

"Did you see that!"

"Our son has grown up!"

"He's grown up!"

"A Yin!"

The echoes lingered in the valley, one after another, as if trying to shout out all the longing, pain, and guilt accumulated over the past ten years.

Tang San stood behind Tang Hao, watching the man's back, watching his hunched body tremble slightly in the evening breeze, watching his gray robes soaked with tears.

Then, Tang Hao's body suddenly swayed.

He staggered forward, clutching his chest with his right hand, a look of pain flashing across his face.

Tang San's pupils contracted slightly, and just as he was about to step forward, Tang Hao had already bent down.

"puff"

A mouthful of dark red blood spurted from Tang Hao's mouth, splattering onto his dusty gray clothes, a shocking sight.

His body seemed to have all its strength drained away, and he fell straight to the ground.

Tang San and Cinderella rushed forward at the same time, supporting Tang Hao's fallen body from both sides.

Tang Hao's face was as pale as paper, his lips were purple, his eyes were tightly closed, and his breathing was so weak that it was almost imperceptible.

Cinderella looked up at Tang San, a hint of nervousness flashing in her amber eyes: "Little San!"

Tang San nodded without saying a word.

He quickly laid Tang Haoping on the ground, and Blue Silver Grass surged from the ground, wrapping around Tang Hao's body as if it were alive.

The first spirit ring lights up.

"First Soul Skill: Life Drain".

The moment the Blue Silver Grass touched Tang Hao's skin, Tang San's spiritual power also entered Tang Hao's body.

Tang San frowned.

Tang Hao's condition was much worse than he had imagined.

The meridians are shattered, the internal organs are displaced, old wounds are layered on top of new wounds, and new wounds are pressing down on old wounds.

Those hidden injuries were like a spider web covering Tang Hao's limbs and bones. Some places had even scabbed over and turned black. These were chronic illnesses that had accumulated over many years, injuries that even the powerful physique of a Title Douluo could not repair on its own.

"How could this be..." Tang San murmured, his brows furrowed tightly.

But he didn't have time to think about it.

The Blue Silver Grass began to glow, a faint green light emanating from its blades, a life force drawn from the surrounding Blue Silver Grass.

In this Blue Silver Forest, Tang San's first soul skill was amplified to its maximum.

Those ordinary Blue Silver Grasses and those that had become Soul Beasts all responded to Tang San's call at this moment.

They continuously transfer their life force to Tang San, who then passes it on to Tang Hao through the Blue Silver Grass.

Green light flowed around Tang Hao, and his complexion regained a sliver of color at a visible speed.

But that's only on the surface.

Tang San could sense that the life force could only nourish Tang Hao's body and temporarily stabilize his condition, but it could not heal the hidden injuries buried deep within his body.

A hundred-year-old soul ring has limited capabilities.

His first soul skill was ultimately just a skill granted by a hundred-year soul ring, and it couldn't reverse the course of events.

Tang Hao's eyelids twitched.

He slowly opened his eyes. His cloudy eyes seemed somewhat unfocused at the moment, but they still carried the stubbornness and pride that belonged to Haotian Douluo.

He raised his hand, placed it on Tang San's wrist, and gently shook his head.

"enough."

His voice was so hoarse it was almost inaudible, but his tone remained unquestionable.

Tang San stopped what he was doing and looked at him with a puzzled expression: "But..."

"I've said enough."

Tang Hao interrupted him and slowly sat up, supporting himself on the ground.

Cinderella quickly stepped forward to support his back and let him lean on her shoulder.

Tang Hao neither refused nor thanked him; he simply closed his eyes and gasped for breath.

After a while, his breathing gradually calmed down.

He opened his eyes, glanced at Tang San, then at Cinderella, and a faint smile appeared on his lips.

That smile contained bitterness, relief, and a hint of inexplicable relief.

"I am fine."

He pushed Cinderella's hand away and stood up, supporting himself on the ground.

Although he was standing a little unsteady, his back remained straight, like a hammer that would rather break than bend.

"Walk."

He said it was still the same word: simple, direct, without any unnecessary words.

Tang San opened his mouth as if to ask something, but in the end he said nothing.

He glanced at Cinderella.

Cinderella shook her head at him, meaning: Don't ask, he won't tell.

Tang San withdrew his gaze and silently followed Tang Hao's steps.

……

Tian Dou City.

The night was as still as water, and the moonlight shone on the majestic palace buildings, gilding the golden glazed tiles with a layer of silver.

Hu Liena has been in Tiandou City for some time now.

This ancient imperial city was more prosperous and more complex than she had imagined.

Every day, court officials paid their respects, noblewomen offered their greetings, and nobles hosted banquets; each and every one of these events was like an invisible net, enveloping her within it.

But she handled it very well.

After all, she was the Holy Maiden of the Spirit Hall, and a disciple personally trained by Bibi Dong since childhood.

These kinds of social situations are no challenge for her.

To show the importance placed on the Spirit Hall, Qian Renxue immediately bestowed upon Hu Liena the title of Imperial Concubine after her arrival.

In the entire harem, she was second only to Eva.

The day the decree was issued, the court was completely silent.

All the civil and military officials knelt on the ground, none of them daring to speak or object.

Because they know that opposing it is useless.

Since ascending the throne, what has this young emperor done that was within the expectations of his courtiers?

Making the late emperor's empress empress was already earth-shattering. Now, bestowing the title of Noble Consort upon the Holy Maiden of the Spirit Hall seems less outrageous.

People's bottom line is indeed lowered step by step.

In order to carry out her plan, Qian Renxue has been putting on a good show during this period.

She spent most of the month resting in Huliena's palace.

Every time he went, he was all smiles, as if he was truly captivated by this charming and alluring imperial concubine.

Every time I leave, I am reluctant to part with her, as if I can't be separated from her for even a moment.

The court officials saw this and were very anxious.

Those old ministers who had initially clung to a sliver of hope, believing the emperor was merely indulging in a fleeting interest, have now completely given up hope.

This isn't about trying something new.

I'm truly captivated.

Hu Liena cooperated perfectly.