After learning about his origins, Tang San's vision blurred slightly. His father had been gone for seven years without a single trace.
It was impossible to say he held no resentment, but at this moment, Tang San suddenly sensed his father's helplessness. If he truly came from the Clear Sky Sect, yet had spent six years in Holy Spirit Village as a blacksmith and a drunkard—what kind of sorrow and despair must that have been?
Recalling his father's agonized scream when he was reborn into this world, and then looking at his mother, Ah Yin, Tang San seemed to understand something.
Now that he knew everything, he wanted even more to find out where his father was.
"Aunt, Mom, where do you think Dad might be now?" Tang San asked, looking at them.
Tang Yuehua glanced at her sister-in-law, Ah Yin, who shook her head slightly. Though she knew, she wouldn't say—after all, he had been killed by Tang San himself.
Seeing this, Tang Yuehua speculated, "He might have gone to the Spirit Hall, or perhaps returned to the sect. But right now, none of that matters for you, Xiao San. The most important thing is for you to focus on your training and complete your studies. As for your father's affairs, you can only search for answers after you graduate."
Tang San understood that his aunt had his best interests at heart. After all, he was still far too weak to face the enemies his father had once fought.
"So, Xiao San, you must work hard. Don't let down your father's expectations for you."
"Your aunt now lives in a place called Moon Pavilion in Heaven Dou City. If you ever miss me, you can come find me, understand?"
"Yes, I understand, Aunt," Tang San nodded.
After chatting for a while longer, Tang San decided to return and focus on his cultivation. Seeing his determination, both Ah Yin and Tang Yuehua nodded approvingly.
Ah Yin then invited Tang Yuehua to stay at her place for the night, hoping to spend more time with her and perhaps even create an opportunity for her adopted son, Tang Yin, to claim her and savor her exquisite body.
After some thought, Tang Yuehua agreed.
She had nothing to do in the evening anyway, and it would be nice to catch up with her sister-in-law.
The two had once been the closest of friends, even helping each other with intimate matters. Sharing a bed with Ah Yin tonight wouldn't be a problem.
Little did she know that Ah Yin would later coax her into doing something strange—blindfolded, she would be relentlessly pleasured by something thick and powerful, lost in endless ecstasy.
Meanwhile, Tang Yin, realizing that Ah Yin and Tang Yuehua had much to discuss, left to give them space. Before he left, Ah Yin secretly transmitted a message, telling him to prepare himself for a taste of his aunt's delights tonight.
The thought excited him greatly.
"Tang Yin."
Not long after stepping outside, a voice called out from behind him.
Turning around, he saw it was Ye Lingling.
"Lingling, it's you. What's the matter?" Tang Yin asked.
Ye Lingling jogged up to him, stealing a few glances with hidden delight before speaking. "I—I was hoping you could give me some personal guidance on that soul power shaping technique. There's still a lot I don't understand. Could you teach me?"
"Oh? Sure, I have time now. Where would you like to go?"
Thrilled that he agreed, Ye Lingling said, "My place would be best. It's more convenient there."
Tang Yin nodded. "Alright, let's go."
"Mm!"
With that, Ye Lingling happily led him to her dorm. Since she shared a room with Dugu Yan, who was likely out training, she wasn't worried about disturbing her.
The moment they entered, as if afraid Dugu Yan might return and see them, she quickly shut the door and guided Tang Yin into her bedroom.
Strangely, she didn't seem concerned about him taking advantage of her.
"Lingling, show me how far you've progressed."
"Okay."
Sitting on the edge of the bed, Ye Lingling channeled her soul power into her hands, shaping it as she envisioned.
Soon, the energy took the form of a tiger and a lion.
Tang Yin observed that these shapes were far more stable than yesterday's attempts. She wasn't far from mastering the technique completely.
"Tang Yin, am I still doing poorly?" she asked nervously.
He shook his head. "Not at all. In fact, you're doing great. With a few more days of practice, you'll have full control over this skill."
Her spirits lifted instantly.
Under his guidance, she grew increasingly proficient, yet still felt something was missing.
"Tang Yin, could you demonstrate it for me again?" she requested.
"Sure."
Sitting beside her, he extended his hand, summoning soul power that swiftly morphed into various forms—blades, staffs, animals, and more.
His control was impeccable.
"I still can't get the finer control right. There's something missing, but I don't know what," she sighed.
Then, an idea struck her.
"Tang Yin, could you let me feel how you control your soul power?"
Ye Lingling had a unique talent—she could mimic techniques by sensing them firsthand.
To do this, however, required physical contact.
Strangely, she didn't seem to mind.
Tang Yin agreed without hesitation.
But the next moment surprised him.
Ye Lingling suddenly straddled his lap, wrapped her arms around his neck, and pressed her forehead against his. A silvery glow emanated between them.
Being this close, she could smell his masculine scent, making her heart race. But for the sake of learning, she endured the strange fluttering in her chest.
Tang Yin smirked at her proximity and whispered, "Then focus. I'll begin now."
"Mm."
With that, he demonstrated his soul power control technique.
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