Douluo Continent: Tonight, a Fairy Tale Descends

"Er Ming."

Xiao Wu interrupted him, reached out, and gently patted his rough cheek.

"I'm not going alone. I have Tianmeng, Xiaolian, and the blessings of the auspicious beast."

She pointed to the pale gold nine-colored deer mark on her neck.

"Yes, I have this. Even if a Title Douluo stood in front of me, he wouldn't be able to tell that I'm a transformed soul beast."

She then pointed to her head.

"Besides, although I am now a Soul Emperor, this level is not low among human Soul Masters. Even if I can't beat a Title Douluo, I can always run away, right?"

Erming opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but found himself speechless.

Just then, the golden silkworm shadow in Xiao Wu's spiritual sea suddenly somersaulted and burst out of her spiritual sea.

"Da Ming! Er Ming! You're just going to let Xiao Wu go like this? Are you at ease? I'm not at ease!"

Tianmeng Ice Silkworm's voice was so loud that it made Xiaowu's head ache.

"Think about it, Xiao Wu is only a Soul Emperor now, and there are tons of Title Douluos from the Spirit Hall outside. What if she encounters danger? What if she's surrounded and attacked? What if..."

It paused, its little eyes darting around, and its voice lowered, carrying a seductive quality.

"However, if you sacrifice yourselves to Xiao Wu, just like I did, becoming her wisdom spirit rings, then with your two assistance, Xiao Wu will be able to defeat not only Title Douluos, but even Limit Douluos!"

"Shut up!"

Xiao Wu roared at Tianmeng Ice Silkworm.

The Heavenly Dream Ice Silkworm shrank its neck from the roar, and the silkworm shadow almost lost its balance.

"Tianmeng, I'll say it again."

Xiao Wu's voice was as cold as a knife chilled to the bone, each word sounding as if squeezed out from between her teeth.

"Don't mention the sacrifice again."

Tianmeng Bingcan opened her mouth, wanting to say something, but when she saw Xiaowu's eyes burning with anger, she swallowed the words that were on the tip of her tongue.

It sighed, then shrank back into a corner of its mental sea, burying its head in its round body without uttering a sound.

The ethereal blue lotus image of the Ice Crystal Snow Lotus swayed gently.

It glanced at the Tianmeng Ice Silkworm, which had shrunk into a ball, and then at Xiaowu, whose face was cold. Its petals opened and closed slightly, as if it were sighing silently.

Seeing Xiao Wu's cold expression, Da Ming and Er Ming didn't say anything more.

Erming squatted down, spread his huge palms out, and placed them flat in front of Xiaowu.

"Sister Xiaowu, let me take you there."

Xiao Wu jumped into its palm, where it lifted her steadily and placed her on its broad shoulders.

Erming stood up, causing the ground to tremble slightly. It took heavy steps and headed towards the outer edge of the Star Dou Great Forest.

Da Ming didn't follow. It simply coiled around the ancient tree, watching the two figures gradually disappear into the distance.

Xiao Wu sat on Er Ming's shoulders and glanced back.

The snake-like eyes of the Ming Dynasty gleamed with a cold, eerie light in the morning light.

Xiao Wu withdrew her gaze, her pink scorpion braid swaying behind her.

The morning light spreads across the eastern mountain ridge, bathing the entire forest in a warm golden hue.

Erming's footsteps made the ground tremble slightly, startling the birds that were roosting in the forest.

They flapped their wings and burst out from between the treetops, circled a few times in the sky, and then flew off in a more distant direction.

Erming stopped at the edge of the Starry Sky Forest.

It crouched down and put Xiao Wu down from its shoulder.

"Sister Xiaowu, this is where I'll see you off."

Its voice was muffled, clearly indicating that it was somewhat unhappy.

"Sister Xiaowu, you need to come back soon."

"Yes." Xiao Wu nodded vigorously, her voice slightly choked. "I will."

She turned around and walked out of the forest.

The morning light shone on her, casting her shadow long and thin.

Behind her, Erming was still squatting at the edge of the forest, watching her gradually disappear into the distance.

It raised its enormous hand and waved it in Xiao Wu's direction.

Its palm was as large as a palm-leaf fan, casting a huge shadow in the morning light.

Then it turned around and walked into the depths of the forest.

The footsteps grew fainter and fainter until they disappeared completely into the depths of the dense forest.

……

Haotian City.

Tang San sat on a stone bench in the courtyard, holding a sandalwood flute in his hand. His slender fingers pressed on the sound holes, his posture calm and elegant.

Today he wore a moon-white robe, his long hair tied back with a dark ribbon, revealing his handsome face.

Compared to when he first left the City of Slaughter, the murderous aura around him had subsided considerably.

That chilling coldness that everyone instinctively wanted to stay away from has now been suppressed beneath the ice.

On the surface, he was just a young man with a cool temperament and outstanding appearance, no different from the disciples in Haotian City who had achieved success in their cultivation.

But only those who truly understand him know what a sharp knife lies hidden beneath that calm face.

Tang Yuehua sat opposite him, holding a guqin in her arms. Her slender fingertips occasionally plucked the strings, producing a clear and melodious sound.

She looked at Tang San's profile, a hint of satisfaction flashing in her eyes.

"You've made great progress these past few days, mistress."

Tang San put down his flute and nodded slightly. "Thank you for your guidance, Aunt."

Tang Yuehua smiled.

She knew her nephew was just being polite.

His progress had little to do with her; his talent was too high, so high that he learned everything ten or a hundred times faster than others.

She simply pointed him in the right direction, and he ran down that road faster than anyone else.

Just then, a series of hurried footsteps came from outside the courtyard gate.

The footsteps approached from afar, their heavy echoes reverberating on the bluestone corridor.

Tang Hao pushed open the door and walked in.

He still looked the same, dressed in black, with messy hair and a stubble beard, resembling a down-on-his-luck homeless man.

But his cloudy eyes held a rare gentleness at that moment.

“The mistress,” he said, his voice hoarse, “your sister wrote a letter.”

Tang San stood up from the stone bench.

The movement was so fast that the xiao, which was almost in front of him, was nearly knocked to the ground by the hem of his clothes.

But he didn't help it up, letting the sandalwood flute roll twice on the stone table before hitting the edge with a dull thud.

His gaze was fixed on the letter in Tang Hao's hand.

Tang Hao didn't keep them in suspense and handed them the letter directly.

Tang San took the letter, tore open the seal, and pulled out the neatly folded letter inside.

The letter paper was made of the finest Xuan paper, with neatly trimmed edges, and was covered with elegant and upright handwriting.

"Father, it is as if I am seeing you in person as I read this letter."

I am currently in a safe place, but I cannot disclose the exact location. Please understand.

I will not be going to Haotian City in the short term, so Father need not worry or send anyone to look for me.

If the mistress has already left that place, please tell him.

Don't worry about me, focus on your cultivation.

If I find him slacking off when I get back, I'm going to give him a good talking-to.

My sister left this.

Tang San read the letter over and over again, every word seemed to be etched into his eyes.

A safe place.

The exact location cannot be disclosed.

I will not be going to Haotian City in the near future.

There's no need to send anyone to look for you.

She blocked all possible clues that could lead him to her.

Tang San's fingers tightened slightly, causing a few fine creases to appear on the edge of the letter.

"My sister also told me to cultivate diligently," he murmured to himself, his voice carrying an indescribable complexity.

He looked at Tang Hao.

"Father, can you confirm my sister's location?"

Tang Hao shook his head.

"Her routes are too unpredictable. The address of each letter is different. The last one was sent from a small town in the south, and I saw the postmark on this one. It was sent from a coastal town in the east."

He paused, then lowered his voice.

"Their whereabouts change too quickly; it's impossible to track them down. However..."

Tang San's eyes lit up.