Douluo Continent: Tonight, a Fairy Tale Descends

"But what?"

“She’s been sending letters more frequently than before. She used to send one every one or two months, but now she sends one in less than a month.”

Tang Hao looked at Tang San, a complex emotion flashing in his eyes.

"This means she's still on the mainland and hasn't gone too far. Moreover, the fact that she's willing to frequently let us know she's safe shows that she's thinking of us."

Tang San remained silent.

He knew Tang Hao was trying to comfort him.

But his fingers gripped the letter even tighter, his knuckles turning white.

Are you thinking about them?

Then why won't she say where she is?

Why won't you let him go to her?

Tang San took a deep breath, suppressing the surging emotions in his heart little by little beneath the ice.

He unfolded the letter again and looked at the last line.

"If I find him slacking off when I get back, I'll give him a good scolding."

Tang San stared at that line of text for a long time.

Then, the corner of his mouth twitched slightly.

The curve was very shallow, almost invisible, but Tang Hao noticed it.

"My sister told me to cultivate diligently." Tang San folded the letter carefully, put it back into the envelope, and tucked it into his pocket.

"Then I will cultivate diligently."

He turned around, nodded to Tang Yuehua, and prepared to go to his room to cultivate.

Starting today, he will need to spend a few more hours cultivating.

His sister told him to cultivate diligently, so he cultivated diligently.

His sister said she would check his progress when he got back, so he should practice until she couldn't find any fault with it.

As for the phrase "Don't come looking for me"

Tang San ignored it.

Tang Yuehua watched his retreating figure and sighed. She felt she could understand Tang San's feelings now; after all, their situations were so similar!

She turned to look at Tang Hao.

Tang Hao didn't look at her.

He simply stood there, watching Tang San's retreating figure, his cloudy eyes swirling with complex emotions.

Chapter 526 Blue Silver Grass? Mother?

Tang San's life in Haotian City was extremely regular.

I get up before dawn every day and practice the xiao (vertical bamboo flute) for an hour, then the qin (a seven-stringed zither) for an hour.

Then comes the cultivation of soul power, the control of the field with Blue Silver Grass, the hammering technique of the Clear Sky Hammer, and the honing of hidden weapons.

The afternoon session was a practical training exercise, with the opponents being several Soul Douluo-level elders from the Haotian Sect.

Their strength far surpasses Tang San's, but what Tang San wants is not to win, but to hone his fighting instincts under their pressure.

In the evening, they continued their soul power cultivation.

Tang San's schedule was so full that it shocked everyone else.

Since Tang Hao has no missions recently, he has not left Haotian City in the past few days.

However, he did not live inside the city, but outside it. Every day he would go into the city to see Tang San and then leave.

Tang Hao does not live with Tang San, nor with the other members of the Clear Sky Sect.

He didn't even enter the main gate of the Haotian Sect.

Every time I come, I go through the side gate, pass through several corridors, and walk straight to Tang San's courtyard.

They'll look around for a bit and then leave, never lingering.

Tang San didn't ask any further questions. He never took the initiative to care about Tang Hao's affairs; if Tang Hao wanted to talk about it, he would listen, and if he didn't want to, he wouldn't bother to ask.

But Tang Yuehua would mention it occasionally.

It is said that Tang Hao seriously injured Qian Xunji, the former Pope of the Spirit Hall, which led to a blood feud between the Spirit Hall and the Clear Sky Sect.

It is said that the Haotian Sect was forced to close its mountains and go into seclusion, and the old sect master was so angry that he fell ill and died soon after.

It is said that Tang Hao has been hiding and wandering around for years, never daring to return to the Haotian Sect.

Although the Haotian Sect has now emerged from seclusion and Tang Hao has returned, the resentment of the elders in the sect towards him remains.

After listening, Tang San simply hummed in agreement and didn't say anything more.

He was not interested in the grudges and feuds of the Haotian Sect, nor did he care about Tang Hao's situation.

His only concern was Cinderella.

That evening, Tang San had just returned from the training ground. His moon-white robe was covered in dust, and the sweat on his forehead was still damp.

He pushed open the courtyard gate and was about to go in when he saw Tang Hao standing in the courtyard.

He was dressed in black, with messy hair and a stubble beard.

He stood there in the middle of the courtyard, his hands behind his back, his back ramrod straight.

Dusk pressed down from above the courtyard wall, stretching his shadow long.

“Mistress,” he said, his voice hoarse, “come with me.”

Tang San raised an eyebrow slightly. "Where to?"

"You will know when you go."

Tang Hao didn't explain further and turned to walk out of the courtyard.

Tang San watched his retreating figure, hesitated for a moment, and then followed him.

The two walked through the streets of Haotian City one after the other, exited the city gate, and headed out of the city.

As dusk deepened, the trees on both sides of the official road rustled in the evening breeze.

Tang San noticed that the road Tang Hao was taking was not heading towards any village or town.

This is a path leading into the mountains.

The road narrowed and the trees on both sides grew denser. Dusk fell quickly in the dense forest, and it wasn't long before the path became almost invisible.

Tang San didn't ask. He knew Tang Hao wouldn't have taken him this far for no reason.

After walking along the mountain path for about half an hour, a relatively open area appeared ahead.

Several wooden houses are scattered among a bamboo grove. A few unknown flowers and plants grow in the small courtyard enclosed by a fence, and an oil lamp that has been lit hangs at the gate.

In the twilight, that lamp seemed especially warm.

Tang Hao pushed open the fence gate and went inside.

Tang San stood at the entrance of the courtyard, his gaze sweeping over the small courtyard.

The rustling of bamboo in the forest, a few late-blooming flowers in the flowerbed, and several neatly trimmed bonsai on the windowsill.

There are also two rattan chairs under the eaves, with light purple patterns embroidered on the cushions, which are obviously Tang Yuehua's work.

He didn't follow Tang Hao into the house. Tang Hao didn't invite him in either.

Tang Hao simply walked to the corridor, took an oil lamp from the wall, lit it, and then turned and walked towards the back of the courtyard.

Tang San followed.

Behind the courtyard is a bamboo forest, and deep within the bamboo forest is a path covered with fallen leaves, which is almost invisible if you don't look carefully.

Tang Hao walked very slowly, taking each step very steadily.

The oil lamp in his hand swayed slightly in the night breeze, casting the shadows of the two men on the bamboo on either side, sometimes long, sometimes short.

After passing through the bamboo forest, a small hill appeared ahead.

The hill is not high, but it is very steep, and there is no road.

Tang Hao didn't stop and continued walking upwards.

Tang San followed behind him, his boots making a soft rustling sound as they stepped on the soft soil.

The two walked for about the time it takes to drink a cup of tea. The road ahead became steeper and steeper, the trees became sparser and sparser, and the path under their feet changed from mud to gravel, and then to bare rocks.

A waterfall cascades down the mountainside, its roar deafening.

The waterfall is not large, only two or three zhang wide and a dozen zhang high, but the water flow is very rapid, splashing up a large amount of white mist when it hits the pool below.

Tang Hao stopped in front of the waterfall, turned around, and glanced at Tang San.

Then he leaped through the curtain of water.

Tang San did not hesitate and followed closely behind.

Behind the water curtain is a natural cave with a small entrance but a spacious interior.

The air was damp and chilly, carrying a mixed smell of moisture and rocks. The cave walls were covered with moss, and the ground was slippery with wet gravel.

The light was dim, with only a sliver of twilight filtering through the cave entrance, illuminating very little.

Tang Hao took out a pale gold gem from his pocket and held it in front of him.

The gem was small, only about the size of a fist, but it emitted a soft light that bathed the cave in a warm golden glow.

Tang San followed behind Tang Hao, passing through a narrow passageway and turning a corner, where the view suddenly opened up before him.

This is a stone chamber.

It wasn't large, only a few feet square, with rough rock walls that hadn't been carved in any way.

The stone chamber was almost empty; there were no tables or chairs, no beds, and no personal belongings.