Douluo Continent: Tonight, a Fairy Tale Descends

It's not that I don't want to, but I can't.

His physical weakness was beyond his control; he was even losing the strength to lift his arm.

This feeling of powerlessness, more so than Gedo's mockery or the excruciating physical pain, filled him with fear and despair.

He was like a tiger whose teeth had been pulled out and whose limbs had been broken, trapped in a cage, relying on the pity and care of others to survive.

Tang Yuehua gently laid him down and covered him with a brocade quilt, her movements as gentle as if she were treating a child.

She sat on the edge of the bed, holding Tang Hao's still cold hand, constantly conveying her body heat and worry.

"Second brother, you can't keep pushing yourself." Tang Yuehua's voice was firm and unwavering.

"You must stay here and recover from your injuries. Put everything else aside for now, okay?"

Tang Hao kept his eyes tightly closed, his eyelashes trembling slightly with pain.

Let go? How do I let go?

With Ah Yin's revenge still unavenged and Xiao San and Cindy still young and vulnerable, how could he possibly let go of these relationships?

The burning sensation was like poisonous fire, scorching Tang Hao's internal organs.

“Moonlight…” he began with difficulty, his voice broken, “The elixir…”

"The pills are here, they've always been here." Tang Yuehua quickly took out a jade box from her personal storage soul tool, opened the lid, and inside were several bottles of pills of different colors, which were the various pills she had exchanged with Ge Duo before.

"Look, Second Brother, I've prepared the pills. But in your current state, even if you get the pills, what good will it do? Can you deliver them to the children immediately? Or can you immediately seek revenge against the Spirit Hall?"

Tang Yuehua's words were like a needle, piercing the last shred of dignity that Tang Hao was trying to maintain.

Yes, in his current state, he can't even leave Yuexuan's door, so what can he do?

A deeper sense of powerlessness enveloped Tang Hao, and he abruptly turned his head away, unwilling to let his sister see the vulnerability that might be showing in his eyes.

Looking at her brother's appearance, Tang Yuehua felt both heartache and a strange sense of relief.

She quickly suppressed this inappropriate emotion and said softly, "Second Brother, the most important thing right now is to heal your injuries. Only when you're fully recovered can you do what you want to do. As for the children..."

She paused, a glint of expectation flashing in her eyes: "Tell me where they are, and I'll send someone to bring them to Yuexuan. It's safe here, and the resources are plentiful. I can personally teach them and give them the best education..."

"no!"

Tang Hao suddenly turned his head, interrupting her, his tone resolute. He even aggravated his injury due to his excitement, causing him to cough violently.

"Cough cough... Absolutely... Absolutely not!"

His dramatic reaction startled Tang Yuehua, who asked in bewilderment, "Why? Second Brother, I'm their aunt! Don't you trust me? Yuexuan can provide them with resources and an environment that those small places can never match! I can protect them and nurture them..."

"It's precisely because you are their aunt! It's precisely because this is Yuexuan!"

Tang Hao was panting heavily, his eyes sharp as knives. Despite his weakness, the aura of Haotian Douluo still made Tang Yuehua's heart tremble.

"I left them to sever their overt ties with the Clear Sky Sect! To give them a clean identity, one that won't be constantly watched by the Spirit Hall!"

He stared intently at Tang Yuehua, saying each word carefully, "The Spirit Hall knows that Ah Yin is the transformed form of the 100,000-year-old Blue Silver Emperor, and that Tang San's spirit is Blue Silver Grass, with such outstanding talent. Once he appears in Yuexuan, appears by your side, and gets involved with the Clear Sky Sect, it will be a clear indication to the Spirit Hall who Tang San's father is! At that time, what awaits them will be endless pursuit and conspiracies! Tell me, Yuexuan, can you protect him?"

Tang Yuehua was speechless at his question, and her face turned pale instantly.

She only thought about giving the children the best, but ignored the deadly risks hidden behind it.

Yes, although Yuexuan holds a superior position in Heaven Dou City, how can he contend with the massive Spirit Hall?

Once their identities are exposed, let alone nurturing them into talents, their lives may be in danger.

Seeing his sister's distraught state, Tang Hao's tone softened, tinged with deep weariness: "Don't worry, I've already found them a teacher. Although that person is somewhat unreliable, he's still a good teacher, and they're relatively safe now. With that person in the open, they won't attract too much attention."

Tang Yuehua fell silent. Looking at the unwavering determination in her brother's eyes, she knew that she could not change his decision on this matter.

A huge sense of loss and grievance welled up in her heart. She longed to be a part of her brother's and children's lives, but reality cruelly shut her out.

But at the same time, another emotion was quietly growing: since the children couldn't come, did that mean that her second brother had to stay here and be taken care of by her until he recovered?

This thought, like a vine, entwined around her heart.

She grasped Tang Hao's hand again, her voice soft yet carrying a hint of barely perceptible stubbornness: "Alright, Second Brother, I'll listen to you. I won't bring the children. But you must promise me that you'll stay here and recover. Your body can't take any more strain. I'll find a way to seek out the most powerful healing soul masters and the best medicinal herbs to ensure you recover completely."

Chapter 140 A Letter from the Blue Lightning Tyrant Clan

Tang Hao closed his eyes, neither agreeing nor objecting.

He knew that his objections would be futile.

He knows his own body best.

This time, he was truly doomed. For the time being, he couldn't go anywhere or do anything.

He became a caged beast, all his pride and hatred burning silently within his powerless body, tormenting his soul.

Tang Yuehua stood quietly outside the cage, acting as both a guard and his only support at that moment.

Looking at Tang Hao's furrowed brows, feeling the faint warmth and barely perceptible trembling of his palm, the secret, immoral attachment in her heart, under the daily care and companionship, quietly spread like moss in a dark room.

At least, at this moment, he belonged entirely to her.

Vulnerable, real, and in need of her.

That's... enough.

……

In Nottingham City, in Yu Xiaogang's office.

Yu Xiaogang buried himself in a pile of spread-out manuscripts, his brow furrowed, trying to find a more perfect theoretical support for Cinderella's question about soul power compression from those obscure and difficult-to-understand words.

Just then, there was a gentle knock on the office door.

"Please come in." Yu Xiaogang didn't even look up, assuming it was another student coming to ask him a question. After all, in the eyes of these students, his reputation as a master was quite impressive.

The door was pushed open, and a figure stood against the light, not walking in as usual.

Yu Xiaogang looked up in confusion, pushed up his glasses, and when he saw the person's clothes, he froze as if he had been frozen in place.

He was a middle-aged man with a wiry build, wearing a well-tailored outfit that was dark blue with silver lightning bolt patterns embroidered on the cuffs and lapels.

Yu Xiaogang was very familiar with this outfit; it was the symbol of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Clan.

A mixture of shock, nostalgia, and even a hint of fear instantly welled up in Yu Xiaogang's heart.

He had been away from his family for many years, living in seclusion in this remote city of Nottingham, and no one from the Blue Lightning Tyrant Clan had ever come to see him alone.

Father... was this person sent by Father?

Upon seeing the man dressed in the attire of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Clan, Yu Xiaogang felt a pang of nostalgia; he hadn't seen anyone related to the Blue Lightning Tyrant Clan in a long time.

Before he awakened his martial soul, he was the son of the only titled Douluo in the Blue Lightning Tyrant Clan, and the second young master who was the focus of everyone's attention in the sect.

He was proud of his status and was always surrounded by people wherever he went. Everyone envied him and flattered him. He was proud to be Yu Yuanzhen's son and believed that the future of this continent was destined to have a significant impact on him.

But later, he awakened his martial spirit, and everything changed.

He did not awaken the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon, the top-tier beast martial soul unique to the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan. His martial soul underwent a malignant mutation, becoming that seemingly stupid and clumsy Luo Sanpao with only half a level of innate soul power.

At that moment, he fell from the clouds into the mire, and all the envious and flattering glances seemed to turn into silent mockery and pity overnight.

Even after Yu Xiaogang awakened his innate half-level soul power, Yu Yuanzhen still loved him very much and did not mistreat him because of the mutation of his martial soul. Instead, out of guilt and heartache, he gave him a lot of resources in an attempt to make up for it.

But Yu Xiaogang couldn't believe it. He was devastated, but it was all a fact and couldn't be changed.

He began to feel inferior and sensitive. He felt that there were people in the Blue Lightning Tyrant Clan who were always mocking him, mocking him as the son of a Title Douluo as an absolute waste.

Those whispers and those strange looks were like invisible needles, piercing his heart.

Later, in order to find a way to solve his martial soul problem and to escape the suffocating gazes of everyone, he began to read a large number of books frantically, hoping to find a glimmer of hope in the vast ocean of knowledge and prove that he was not worthless.

He immersed himself in the world of theory, trying to arm his fragile heart with wisdom.

However, after so many years, he has read countless books and believes that he has mastered the theory of Soul Masters far beyond that of ordinary people, but he still has not found a way to solve the defects of his Martial Soul.

Luo Sanpao remained stuck at level 29, unable to make any progress, like an eternal mountain suppressing all his pride and dreams.

Unable to break through level 30, Yu Xiaogang could no longer bear the mocking looks from the people in the sect. He chose to leave the Blue Lightning Tyrant Sect and wandered around like a lost soul. Eventually, he found a place to stay in the remote Notting Academy, where he barely managed to make a living and maintain a false sense of dignity with the little theory he had.

He never expected that after so many years at Notting College, when he was almost forgotten by the world, his father would write to him again.

"Second Young Master." The middle-aged man entered the office, bowed respectfully, took out a letter sealed with sealing wax from his pocket, and presented it with both hands. "The Sect Master ordered me to personally deliver this letter to you."

Yu Xiaogang stared blankly at the letter. The strong, vigorous handwriting on the envelope was his father Yu Yuanzhen's own handwriting.

His hands trembled as he accepted the heavy letter.

He always knew that his father treated him very well, even to the point of spoiling him, and that his father had not distanced himself from him because of his awakening of his martial spirit.

After all, if his father hadn't poured resources into him back then, with his innate half-level soul power, he probably wouldn't have even reached the level of a Great Soul Master, and would have remained a mediocre Soul Warrior for the rest of his life.

However, Yu Xiaogang was too insecure and had too much pride.

He couldn't bear the fact that his son, a titled Douluo, was merely a Great Soul Master who could never break through level 30 in his entire life.

This immense sense of loss gnawed at his heart like a venomous snake. Therefore, after leaving the Blue Lightning Tyrant Sect, he never wrote a letter to his father, Yu Yuanzhen, as if doing so would sever his connection with his past, defeated self.

But he didn't expect that his father had never forgotten him and would take the initiative to write to him.

After the Blue Lightning Tyrant Clan members left, Yu Xiaogang sat alone in his office, looking at the letter on his desk, hesitating for a long time.

Finally, he took a deep breath, carefully peeled off the sealing wax, and pulled out the letter.

The letter began in Yu Yuanzhen's familiar tone, filled with concern and care for Yu Xiaogang. He asked how he had been doing all these years, how his health was, and whether he had been bullied. He kept rambling on and on, just like when Yu Xiaogang left home many years ago.

As Yu Xiaogang read the letter, his eyes welled up with tears, and a thin layer of mist appeared on his glasses. His father still cared about him after all.

Chapter 141 Hope

Yu Xiaogang sniffed and continued reading.

However, the latter part of the letter made his breathing quicken and his eyes widen involuntarily.

The letter stated that a mysterious female Title Douluo, skilled in alchemy, had recently appeared in Tiandou City, calling herself Ge Duo.

She is capable of concocting various miraculous pills with different effects. The one that has caused a sensation among the major powers is a pill that can help Soul Masters absorb Soul Rings beyond their level. Its effects have been verified by many parties and are beyond doubt.

In his letter, Yu Yuanzhen mentioned that he had personally inquired about and confirmed the matter.

Furthermore, this Lady Godo seems to possess abilities far beyond this; she can refine pills with different special effects depending on the Soul Master's Martial Soul and physical needs.