Douluo Continent: Tonight, a Fairy Tale Descends

She offered herself as a sacrifice before Ah Yin, her life ending in death, leaving behind only a seed of Blue Silver Grass.

He, the man who once stood at the top of the continent, could only hide in this remote town like a rat in the gutter, numbing himself day after day with the cheapest alcohol to escape reality.

Even when teaching her own son, she seemed clumsy, powerless, and even annoying.

Ah Yin... If you were still here, how wonderful that would be. You could have taught the children so well, and they wouldn't be so... distant from me now.

Tang Hao could clearly sense the hidden dissatisfaction and impatience in the depths of Tang San's eyes.

The child yearned for power and strength, but his father, aside from this set of hammering techniques, seemed unable to offer him any substantial help. Instead, his own decadence and alcoholism became a hindrance and obstacle on his path to growth.

A wave of intense bitterness and self-loathing washed over him, and Tang Hao suddenly tilted his head back and gulped down the last bit of wine from the barrel.

He felt no warmth whatsoever, only a chilling despair.

As for Cindy... that adopted girl, she was obedient and sweet-talking, and she and the mistress depended on each other for survival. In this family, Tang Hao was like an outsider.

"Hehe...hahaha..." Tang Hao let out a low and bitter laugh, which echoed in the empty backyard, carrying endless self-mockery and sorrow.

He lifted the empty barrel, wanting to take another sip, only to find that not a drop was left.

Tang Hao irritably threw the wine barrel aside, making a loud crash.

He can't go on like this.

He no longer cared about his crippled body, not for his own sake.

It was for the mistress, for Cindy, and even more so for... Ah Yin.

The child that Ah Yin gave her life for cannot be ruined by this useless man.

Xiao San and Cindy are both incredibly talented, almost frighteningly so. Notting City, this small pond, can't possibly contain them. They need a wider world and better resources to truly grow.

Therefore, they need a clean background that won't attract the Spirit Hall's pursuit at any time.

In my current state and identity, staying by their side is not a form of protection, but rather the biggest burden and hidden danger.

The Spirit Hall has spies everywhere. If they discover that you are still alive and with two exceptionally talented children, the consequences will be unimaginable.

go away.

Once this thought arose, it grew wildly in Tang Hao's heart like weeds.

He must leave and hide in the shadows; that is the best way to protect the children.

On the surface, he wanted to create the illusion that the father had run away from home and disappeared without a trace, so that the two children would have a relatively clean background.

Only in this way can Tang San and Cindy completely shed the potentially explosive identity of being the son of Haotian Douluo and continue their journey in the world of Soul Masters with relatively clean identities.

Moreover, he would hide in the shadows, watching the children grow up and protecting them.

As long as he has a breath left, he will never let anyone harm the child that Ah Yin protected with her life.

As for teaching, that theoretical master named Yu Xiaogang, although he's a good-for-nothing, still has some knowledge to offer.

With me secretly watching him, he wouldn't dare to be careless. Besides, that girl Cindy is cunning and knows how to extract value from Yu Xiaogang.

Thinking of this, Tang Hao felt a little more at ease, but what followed was a deeper loneliness and pain.

He thought of Ah Yin again.

That gentle, sweet woman whose smile could melt away all the hardest ice.

If she were here, she would definitely have handled all of this well, wouldn't she? She's always so smart and resourceful.

A surge of longing for Ah Yin welled up in Tang Hao's heart. He stood up unsteadily, casually kicked the empty wine barrel aside, and his figure disappeared into the night.

……

Not far from Holy Soul Village, Tang Hao arrived at an extremely secluded cave.

He skillfully parted the vines and crawled inside.

The cave was damp and dark, except for a small patch of soil at the deepest part, which emitted a faint sign of life.

There, a slender blue silver grass grows, its leaves displaying faint golden veins, emitting an extremely faint and soft halo in the darkness.

Although this Blue Silver Grass was incredibly slender, the familiar yet tenacious life force it contained instantly brought tears to Tang Hao's eyes.

This was the only chance of life left after Ah Yin's sacrifice; it was Tang Hao's last hope and his only reason to live.

Tang Hao's imposing figure appeared deep within the cave. He cautiously approached the Blue Silver Grass, as if afraid that his presence would disturb it.

Then he slowly squatted down, stretched out his rough, calloused hands, and gently stroked the tender grass leaves.

“Ah Yin…”

"I've come to see you."

The cave was silent except for Tang Hao's heavy breathing and the occasional dripping of water.

“Our child, Xiao San, has grown up.”

"His talent is excellent, truly exceptional. He possesses innate full soul power and twin martial souls. He learns things very quickly; I have already taught him the Chaotic Cloak Hammer Technique. He has mastered it exceptionally well, even better than I imagined."

As Tang Hao spoke, a smile that looked more like a grimace appeared on his face.

"And then there's Cindy, the girl we picked up. She's also very talented, no less so than Xiao San. Her martial soul is quite unique, called Crystal Dancing Shoes. She and Xiao San have a very good relationship, she takes good care of Xiao San, and Xiao San listens to her a lot. With her by Xiao San's side, I'm actually quite at ease."

Tang Hao had never said these words to anyone before; he only revealed his sadness here.

As he recounted his experience, he couldn't help but recall another side of himself that had emerged over the past few years.

In recent years, apart from alcoholism and decadence, Tang Hao has not been completely idle.

Whenever his reason was overwhelmed by alcohol and overwhelming hatred, he would quietly leave Holy Soul Village and Notting City to search for the Spirit Hall branches in remote areas.

He had no plan, no goal, driven solely by a destructive impulse.

Then, he would use the most violent methods to smash those branch halls into ruins and slaughter all the soul masters inside.

Each bloody outburst could only temporarily alleviate the excruciating pain and anger in his heart, but what followed was a deeper emptiness and disgust for his own depravity.

But he still maintained his last shred of clarity, so he chose remote branch temples far from the center of power and with limited access to information.

Because these branch halls of the Spirit Hall were remote and information traveled slowly, by the time the Spirit Hall noticed anything amiss, he had already fled.

Tang Hao knew that he absolutely could not let his madness bring disaster to Notting City and to his two children.

During his last attack, when he destroyed a branch of the Spirit Hall in a small border town, he unexpectedly discovered that the Spirit Hall was collecting some extremely rare and precious natural treasures on a large scale.

Chapter 120 He just left like that?

The act of collecting resources is not unusual; the Spirit Hall is a powerful force, and resource collection is a common practice for them.

Strangely, the supplies were not destined for Wuhun City, but for Tiandou City.

An instinctive sense of unease made Tang Hao feel that something was amiss. The headquarters of the Spirit Hall was in Spirit City, so why would they concentrate such important resources and transport them to the capital of the Heaven Dou Empire?

Out of caution, and also because of his deep-seated sensitivity to any unusual activity related to the Spirit Hall, he secretly followed them and infiltrated Heaven Dou City to investigate.

Then he heard the news that was now widely circulating in the upper echelons of Tiandou: the mysterious potion witch Godo, and the magical pills that could help people absorb soul rings beyond their level.

This news struck Tang Hao like a bolt of lightning, shattering his dazed mind.

Absorbing a spirit ring of a higher level! What does this mean?

It means greater strength and faster growth! If this kind of pill really exists, and if he can obtain it, wouldn't it allow Xiao San and the others to grow up even faster?

Does this mean we're one step closer to the day we take revenge on the Spirit Hall?

Wouldn't that be a better way to comfort Ah Yin's spirit in heaven?

Once this thought arose, it instantly occupied Tang Hao's mind.

He looked at the delicate blue silver grass in front of him, and his eyes gradually became firm.

"Ah Yin, I may have to leave for a while."

"Recently, a miraculous pill has appeared in Heaven Dou City. It's said to help Soul Masters absorb Soul Rings beyond their level! The effects are astonishing; even the Star Luo Empire has sent an envoy there!"

“Pills…” Tang Hao repeated the word, a near-mad flame burning in his eyes.

"If this kind of pill really exists, and if I can get it, perhaps Xiao San and the others can improve their strength faster, and perhaps they can avenge you sooner! It can also make Xiao San and Cindy's future more secure!"

This thought, like a glimmer of light in endless darkness, made Tang Hao's heart pound.

Even though the hope was slim, even though it might just be a rumor, or even a trap, he had to go!

For Ah Yin, for the child, even if there's only a one in ten thousand chance, he'll take the plunge!

"Ah Yin, wait for me." Tang Hao finally reached out and gently brushed his fingertips across the tender leaves at the very top of the Blue Silver Grass, as if caressing his lover's cheek.

"Once I figure out what happened with the pills, I will definitely come back and make the Spirit Hall pay for their blood debt!"

After saying this, Tang Hao resolutely stood up, took one last deep look at the Blue Silver Grass, turned around, and strode away from the cave.

……

The following afternoon.

Tang San, with unhurried steps, appeared at the blacksmith's shop on time as usual.

His expression was calm, with a hint of indifference as if he were just going through the motions.

He had long lost the initial excitement of coming here to practice the Chaotic Cloak Hammer Technique. The only reason he was still here was to perfect the technique.

Tang San casually glanced at the empty courtyard. The familiar tall figure was not, as usual, either drunkenly leaning against the pile of iron or impatiently gesturing.

"Did you go buy more alcohol? Or did you get drunk and die somewhere?"

A sense of indifference flashed through Tang San's mind. He was already used to Tang Hao's elusive nature, so he didn't care that Tang Hao hadn't appeared in the courtyard.

Moreover, the absence of that drunken figure actually made him feel more at peace.

This would allow him to practice without distraction, without having to endure those vague reprimands and the smell of alcohol.

Tang San walked straight to the open space in the courtyard that he had hammered until it was exceptionally solid and flat, and skillfully picked up the heavy forging hammer from the corner.

The forging hammer felt slightly heavy in his hand, and its cold touch gave him a slight boost of energy.

Then Tang San closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and cleared his mind of all distracting thoughts about Tang Hao.

The next moment, his eyes snapped open, a glint of light flashing in them, and his feet moved instantly.

"call!"