"A parent's command cannot be defied—how can you possibly say no?"
In that moment, Tang San's divine sense condensed, weaving golden threads that spread throughout the Star Luo Palace.
Following the aura of life, he effortlessly located his target—a six-year-old boy.
To be honest, the son of Tong Yu and Dai Yun'er was quite easy to find.
He had inherited the bloodline of Tong Yu's Qilin Divine Beast martial soul, as well as the divine legacy bloodline of his mother, Dai Yun'er—who bore the blessings of three gods.
Whether by heavenly fortune or due to the severe decline of powerful soul masters and martial souls on the Douluo Plane, the child inherited most of the strengths of both parents.
Not only did he possess twin martial souls, but they were also twin martial souls that had undergone a favorable mutation. One was the Heavenly Stem Qilin martial soul, and the other was the innate silver-level awakened Body Martial Soul—Spirit Eye.
The Five Element Qilin martial soul had positively mutated into the Heavenly Stem Qilin, featuring a black-and-white body, capable of manipulating the Yin-Yang Five Elements. The original five elemental attributes had mutated into ten.
As for his Body Martial Soul, there are four levels of awakening: Black Iron, Bronze, Silver, and Gold. His Spirit Eye had awakened directly at the innate silver level.
Not to mention, in terms of appearance, he'd completely discarded his father Tong Yu's plain—bordering on ugly—looks. Instead, he'd inherited the carefully refined royal genes of the Star Luo Imperial Family from his mother, Dai Yun'er. As the saying goes, "By age six, you can see the man he'll become"—he was already a strikingly handsome boy.
Even Tang San, upon seeing the child, couldn't help but comment:
"It's like a pre-equipped, fully loaded version of Dai Yuhao."
Of course, it was just a fleeting thought—gone in an instant.
Tang San didn't have the time or patience to cultivate another Dai Yuhao from scratch.
He needed someone ready-made—and that meant the child's mother.
With a snap, the golden threads recoiled and seized the child—this little boy, who looked strikingly like Dai Yun'er, though clearly male.
"My child!!!"
Her own flesh and blood—from her very womb.
Seeing him in Tang San's grasp, how could Dai Yun'er not be terrified?
True, she had little affection for Tong Yu—but when it came to her child, her emotions ran deep. He was her emotional anchor.
So the moment she saw her child in danger, Dai Yun'er threw herself at Tang San without hesitation.
"You bastard!"
"Give me back my son!"
Even though she unleashed power far beyond her usual limits under extreme stress, the gap between her and a god remained an uncrossable chasm.
"Boom!"
"Bang!"
The soul power Dai Yun'er erupted with collided with an invisible, impenetrable barrier. It was utterly ineffective. A crushing force pressed her to her knees.
All she could hear was Tang San's cold, soul-piercing voice:
"Hmph."
"Even your great ancestor... even Mubai wouldn't dare speak to me like that."
As he spoke, the golden threads around him suddenly tightened.
A child's wail pierced the air.
"Waaaah... Waaaah…"
Dai Yun'er's heart convulsed with pain, her body spasming involuntarily.
A mother's bond is strong—she knew exactly what her child was enduring.
Prostrating before Tang San, her clenched fists nearly tore up the marble beneath her.
"Don't hurt my child."
"I... I agree to your demands."
"Whoever you want me to marry... I'll do it."
She gritted her teeth and forced out those humiliating words—and instantly, the oppressive force on her body vanished like a receding tide.
When she looked up again, Tang San had completely changed. He now wore the calm, refined expression of a gentleman—his image as the elegant and pure "Young Master Tang" restored.
He gently stroked the boy's hair with the demeanor of a benevolent elder.
But if one observed closely, a hidden filth could still be seen.
The child's Spirit Eye martial soul gave him innate perceptiveness. Even at his young age, his pure heart could clearly sense the overwhelming malice this "blue-haired monster" harbored toward him.
Though Tang San had physically let him go, he hadn't really let him go.
He'd fed the child a multicolored pill—the implications were obvious.
Only after a flicker of purple light faded from Tang San's eyes—after he confirmed that the pill's poison was working—did he finally release Dai Yun'er's son completely, allowing the boy to rush into his mother's embrace.
As Tang San brushed past Dai Yun'er, preparing to leave the palace, he said calmly:
"You probably already guessed what I did to him. You're a smart woman—make the preparations. Tonight."
He had no time for drawn-out schemes. Everything needed to move faster.
He also needed to contact his original self in the Douluo God Realm to find a way to bring back the divine positions of the God of Life and the God of Destruction.
Upon hearing this, Dai Yun'er's body trembled—but she still nodded numbly.
"Alright."
After Tang San left, Dai Yun'er stood in a daze. Ignoring her speechless father, she departed directly.
Even though she knew she might inherit a god seat, Dai Yun'er felt no joy.
Not only had her child been used to threaten her—what was worse was how forcibly Tang San had manipulated her will. Even if she did become a god, she'd simply be that man's puppet, a mindless dog at his feet.
Once she left the palace, Dai Yun'er began exhausting every method she could think of to detoxify her child.
But no matter what she tried, no one could offer a solution. No one could even determine what kind of poison it was.
Slumped in a corner, Dai Yun'er seemed to lose all sanity—her eyes empty, devoid of life.
Even when a man placed a large hand gently on her shoulder, she didn't react.
The newcomer was Tong Yu's junior martial brother—the disciple of the late Holy Dragon Douluo, Enci. He was the wielder of the Mountain Dragon King martial soul, and once a friendly sparring partner of Tang Wulin: Long Yue.
Thanks to the gifts of his martial soul, he too had reached the level of a Titled Douluo and was a three-word battle armor master.
"Sister-in-law, did that man say who he wanted you to marry?"
Only then did Dai Yun'er regain a hint of awareness. She shook her head dully.
"No."
"At the time, only that blue-haired divine sense showed up in the palace. I couldn't see his face, nor did I see anyone else."
"Even my father didn't know. He only knew that blue-haired godly sense was connected to the three ancestors of the Dai family. As for who I'm to marry—we have no idea."
"That divine sense seemed both urgent and domineering. He just used force, like we were beneath his notice."
"He clearly didn't care to explain—or didn't think we were worth explaining to."
At this point, her spirit dimmed further.
Because everything that had happened so far was, to her, a living nightmare.
Under the other party's coercion, she'd had no choice. No freedom.
So be it—for her child, she'd take the pain.
With that thought, she steadied her emotions. Dai Yun'er resolved to walk into the lion's den herself.
She gently removed Long Yue's hand from her shoulder. After much hesitation, she softly said:
"I'm sorry, Long Yue. You're a good man."
Of course, she knew what his long-standing concern meant.
Because Long Yue had always loved her.
Since their days studying together at Monster Academy, it had already begun.
(End of Chapter)