Douluo Continent: Tonight, a Fairy Tale Descends

Tang Hao did not respond.

Tang Yuehua's delicate eyebrows furrowed slightly, her doubts deepening.

She spoke again, her voice rising a few decibels, with an undeniable accusation: "Who's outside? Answer me."

It remained deathly silent.

This unusual silence set off alarm bells in Tang Yuehua's mind.

Without further hesitation, she gently pulled open a hidden compartment in the dressing table, took out an exquisite bracelet-shaped soul tool engraved with intricate patterns that could both release a defensive light shield and instantly unleash a powerful attack, and held it tightly in her fair palm.

She stood up, straightened her skirt, and walked warily toward the door of the attic terrace.

She could not allow any unknown dangers to lurk within Yuexuan, which was her foundation in Tiandou City and also an important source of information for the sect.

She gently pushed open the carved wooden door, her sharp eyes quickly sweeping across the empty terrace.

The moonlight illuminated the terrace clearly, and apart from the swaying shadows of the trees and a few potted rare flowers, it was deserted.

Did I mishear?

Or has the other party already left?

Tang Yuehua felt somewhat relieved, but her worries had not yet dissipated.

She took a deep breath, preparing to summon the captain of the guard and order a thorough search of the area to ensure everything was in order.

Just as her red lips parted slightly, before she could utter a sound...

A deep, hoarse voice, yet carrying a familiar quality that sent shivers down her spine, echoed like a ghost from the darkest corner of the terrace.

"Moon...moonlight..."

Just two words were enough to throw Tang Yuehua into a state of utter confusion.

She trembled violently, and the hand holding the soul tool shuddered so badly that it almost slipped from her grasp.

She turned her head in disbelief, looking in the direction from which the voice came.

In the darkness, a tall but hunched figure slowly emerged.

The moonlight fell on him, outlining his tattered and dirty coarse cloth clothes, his messy and tangled hair covered with bits of grass, and his face, which was mostly covered by a thick beard but still revealed deep features and extreme haggardness.

Especially those eyes.

His eyes, once sharp as stars and full of arrogance and confidence, were now bloodshot, cloudy, and sunken in their sockets, filled with pain, struggle, humiliation, and exhaustion.

But Tang Yuehua recognized him at a glance.

Even if he is so destitute, even if he is emaciated, even if he is on his last breath.

That was a familiar feeling etched into her very bones, a source of support that accompanied her throughout her childhood and adolescence.

"Second...Second Brother!"

Tang Yuehua gasped in shock, her voice becoming shrill with disbelief.

The soul tool in her hand fell to the floor with a clatter and rolled to the side, but she didn't even notice.

Her eyes widened, and she instinctively covered her mouth with her fingers, as if her wildly beating heart would leap out of her throat if she didn't.

It's Second Brother! It really is Second Brother Tang Hao!

That once spirited and domineering Haotian Douluo!

The older brother who was as reliable as a mountain and as dazzling as the sun in her heart.

That second brother who made her proud, but also worried and missed her for many years!

How did he end up here?

How did he end up like this?

After the initial shock, a wave of heartache and sorrow washed over me.

Seeing Tang Hao's disheveled state, worse than a homeless person, Tang Yuehua's tears instantly burst forth, rolling down her cheeks like pearls from a broken string.

She no longer cared about her manners and stumbled into Tang Hao's arms.

Chapter 130 Moonlit Night Lament

"Second Brother! It really is you! How... how could you..." Tang Yuehua choked out.

She reached out to touch Tang Hao, but fearing it was just an illusion, her hand froze in mid-air, trembling.

Tang Hao looked at his younger sister who rushed to his side, at her tear-streaked face, and at her choked cries.

The high wall he had built in his heart with pride, anger, and prejudice collapsed at that moment.

Tang Hao opened his mouth, as if to say something.

He hesitated for a moment, and in the end, he could only let out a sigh.

"Yuehua...I...I'm back."

He is back.

Not in the glorious identity of Haotian Douluo, nor in the proud posture of the sect's hopes.

Instead, he returned to the side of the family he had once sworn never to drag down again, as a wounded, desperate loser who needed to beg his sister for protection.

"It's good that you're back, it's good that you're back..." Tang Yuehua sobbed uncontrollably, repeating these words over and over.

She mustered her courage and grasped Tang Hao's cold and rough hands, afraid that if she let go, the brother she had loved for so many years would disappear again.

The icy touch and the obvious trembling made Tang Yuehua's heart clench even tighter.

Without further hesitation, she used all her strength to support Tang Hao, who was almost unable to stand.

"Second Brother, come in quickly! It's cold outside, and you're still injured!"

She half-supported, half-carried Tang Hao, carefully helping him into the warm and elegant attic, and seated him on a chair covered with soft cushions.

At close range, Tang Yuehua could clearly sense Tang Hao's physical weakness.

The undried blood at the corner of his mouth and his paper-white face clearly indicated that he was seriously injured.

"Second Brother, you are badly injured!" Tang Yuehua's voice was hoarse from crying and filled with deep worry. She hurriedly turned around and took out a jade box with a faint medicinal fragrance from the cabinet in the inner room. Inside were her treasured healing pills, which she used to save her life in critical moments.

"Quick, take this pill first!"

Tang Hao looked at the pill his sister was offering to his lips, the familiar medicinal fragrance lingering in his nose. He knew this pill was quite valuable.

In the past, he might have declined, but now, he didn't even have the strength to decline.

He obediently opened his mouth, allowing Tang Yuehua to feed him the pill.

The pill melted instantly upon entering his mouth, transforming into a gentle, warm current that slid down his throat and quickly spread throughout his limbs and bones, beginning to nourish his damaged meridians and internal organs. The intense pain within his body was somewhat relieved by the pill's effects.

Seeing her brother take the pill and his breathing become a little more stable, Tang Yuehua finally breathed a sigh of relief. However, the doubts and worries in her heart grew wildly like weeds.

She pulled up a stool and sat opposite Tang Hao. With a clean handkerchief, she gently wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and the dirt on his face, her movements careful, as if she were handling a fragile treasure.

"Second brother, what exactly happened?" Tang Yuehua's voice trembled slightly.

"Weren't you hiding? How come you suddenly came to Heaven Dou City? And you're so badly injured? Who hurt you like this? Did the Spirit Hall find you?"

A barrage of questions came out like a machine gun, each one revealing Tang Yuehua's deep concern.

With his eyes closed, Tang Hao felt the warmth of the medicine spreading through his body and the tenderness from his sister's fingertips, his heart filled with mixed emotions.

How should he answer? Should he say that he suffered a great loss at the hands of a woman while trying to seize elixirs and immortal herbs, and almost lost his life?

How could he possibly say that?

After a moment of silence, just as Tang Yuehua thought he wouldn't answer and her anxiety was growing, Tang Hao finally slowly opened his eyes.

His cloudy eyes looked at his sister, filled with complex emotions.

"It's not the Spirit Hall," he said in a hoarse voice, downplaying the issue.

"I came to Tiandou City this time for the elixir."

"Pills?" Tang Yuehua was taken aback, then suddenly realized.

"You mean the kind of pills Her Majesty Godo refines that can help people absorb soul rings beyond their level?"

"Hmm." Tang Hao nodded, a barely perceptible hint of humiliation and resentment flashing in his eyes.

"I heard about it and wanted to give it a try."

He didn't say "rob," he just said "try."

But Tang Yuehua was incredibly intelligent. Looking at her brother's appearance, and recalling his fierce and proud nature, as well as the rumors of His Majesty Gedo being mysterious and unpredictable, and supposedly having extremely harsh terms in the transaction, she had already guessed seven or eight parts of the truth.

What my second brother meant by "giving it a try" was probably far from a gentle negotiation.

Her heart sank.

Did my second brother provoke that Lady Gedo?

No wonder he was injured so badly. That was a mysterious titled Douluo whom even Duke Zhu Tianlin of the Star Luo Empire had to personally visit with generous gifts!

"Second Brother, did you have a conflict with Her Majesty Ge Duo?" Tang Yuehua's voice was filled with lingering fear and a hint of reproach.

"How could you be so impulsive! That Your Majesty's strength is unfathomable, and your temperament is eccentric. Even the royal family and the three upper sects treat you with utmost respect. You..."

"Enough!" Tang Hao roared, interrupting Tang Yuehua, his face showing frustration and pain.

What he least wanted to face was his sister's reproach, which was tinged with concern and incomprehension; it was more painful for him than the swords of his enemies.

This made him feel like an immature child who only knew how to cause trouble.

Seeing her brother's sudden outburst of emotion and his eyes turn bloodshot in an instant, Tang Yuehua was startled, and her words trailed off.

She realized that she had touched her brother's most sensitive nerve: his inviolable pride and dignity.

Tang Yuehua quickly softened her tone, pleading, "Second Brother, please don't get agitated. It's Yuehua's fault. Yuehua shouldn't have asked so many questions. Calm down, your injuries are more important..."

Tang Hao was breathing heavily, his chest heaving. It took him a while to barely suppress his surging blood and the nameless fire within him.

Looking at his sister's worried and cautious expression, he felt another pang of pain in his heart.

He slumped back in his chair, as if all his strength had been drained away, his voice becoming incredibly tired and hoarse: "Yuehua, I'm sorry, it's my fault for being useless, it's my fault for dragging you down, for dragging down the sect..."

He had kept these words to himself for over a decade, and today he finally uttered them in front of his sister, filled with endless regret and sorrow.