The once-ruined clearing was now tranquil.
After Yun Chuan knocked out Yang Wudi, leader of the Po Clan, with a single hand strike to the neck, the battle was decisively over—lasting less than a minute.
The four great clan leaders, once reputed to jointly defeat a Title Douluo, were KO'd by Yun Chuan's few strikes.
He didn't use any special techniques—merely relied on his brute body strength, pseudo-light speed, and overwhelming power to easily dispatch them all.
Their soul skills were like weak, showy moves incapable of harming him.
"Facing Jutou Douluo now, I could likely win easily," he thought, estimating the elemental power in his body to be roughly at Title Douluo level, maybe around level 90—but certainly not at the true peak.
Growing up in Spirit Hall, Yun Chuan was familiar with their revered elders—Snow Sister's grandfather, the 99-level ultimate Douluo Qian Daoliu. He had nearly become a disciple once, stopped only by Bibi Dong's opposition.
Though never a disciple, Yun Chuan's relationship with these elite elders was good—his rise to Holy Son was helped by their support.
True power is indeed terrifying!
——
Elsewhere,
Since Yun Chuan helped his birth mother Ah Yin regain human form, Tang Hao revitalized with new vigor, his old despair swept away.
He and Ah Yin spent two cozy months, indulging in their reunited love.
After their private time,
Tang Hao decided to bring Ah Yin to meet his other son, Tang San, formally introducing them.
At Shrek Academy, Tang San and friends had just returned from the Douhun Arena when their teacher Zhao Wuji approached mysteriously.
"Tang San, your parents are here to see you."
"Parents?" Tang San was startled. He only had a father growing up; where was this mother?
"Tang San's parents?" Xiao Wu, Zhu Zhuqing, Ning Rongrong, Dai Mubai, and others were curious, wondering what kind of parents Tang San had.
"Follow me," Zhao Wuji said and led the way. Tang San and curious friends followed.
They arrived at the dean's office.
Inside, besides Dean Flender, sat a man and a woman on the sofa.
The man appeared in his thirties. Not striking but strong and commanding.
The woman, in her twenties, with blue hair and eyes, gentle and beautiful, draped in a blue-gold dress. She looked like a descending fairy.
Dai Mubai, Ning Rongrong, Zhu Zhuqing, and others were stunned. They had seen this form before—the blue-haired goddess figure of Teacher Tang's martial soul apparition they'd glimpsed in the soul beast forest.
"…Dad?!" Tang San's gaze locked immediately on Tang Hao, whose youthful vigor and changed temperament made him barely recognizable.
"Xiao San." Tang Hao smiled gently, speaking softly.
"It really is you, Dad!" Tang San confirmed breathlessly.
Tang Hao had disappeared when Tang San was about six or seven, secretly watching and protecting him from the shadows until now.
Now, with Ah Yin's rebirth, Tang Hao reclaimed his spirit and openly sought out his son.
Tang San felt joy, yet confusion—standing beside the father was the beautiful woman whose gentle gaze radiated warmth. Was she his mother or a stepmother?
Why did she look exactly like the mysterious martial soul form of Teacher Tang? Were they connected?
Questions jumbled in Tang San's mind.
Dean Flender, seeing Tang San's arrival, promptly stood and approached Xiao Wu and others:
"Xiao San has many things to say with his parents. Let's give them privacy." They nodded and left quietly.
"Are you… really my mother?" Tang San asked the young woman shyly.
After others departed, Ah Yin stepped forward and tried to embrace her son.
Tang San instinctively stepped back, startled.
Ah Yin's expression saddened.
Tang Hao quickly intervened: "Xiao San, she truly is your birth mother. I know you're confused why she wasn't by your side growing up, but we had no choice. I'll tell you everything I can."
Tang Hao then told Tang San the story of him and Ah Yin.
"Actually, your mother isn't human, but a ten-thousand-year Blue Silver Grass who formed a human shape…"
In the quiet office, Tang Hao recalled the past while Ah Yin occasionally added details, painting a tale of human and soul beast love.
Tang San's expression shifted from shock to enlightenment, then awe—as the story ended, he knelt before Ah Yin, trembling, crying, "…Mom."
(End of Chapter 108)