the carriage headed towards Wuhun City, its horses galloping without stopping.
Qian Renxue sat, leaning against the milk-scented pillow provided by Ling Yuan.
A smile played on her lips and in her eyes as she drifted off to sleep.
Qian Renjue lay down, his head resting on Qian Renxue's lap, his breathing even and steady.
His arms were wrapped tightly around her slender waist as he rested.
Both of their faces were flushed,
as if they had been kissed by something.
Outside, the pufferfish and snake spear drivers maneuvered the carriage smoothly,
prioritizing speed over stability .
In Tiandou City, inside the elegant boudoir of the only daughter of the Nine-Hearted Begonia Ye family,
Ye Lingling wore a pale yellow nightgown.
Her long, azure hair was still wet, and she ran barefoot from the bathroom.
Her porcelain-like beauty was flawless, unable to hold a single drop of water.
She sat down at the table,
holding the box given to her by Qian Renjue, a hint of joy in her eyes.
This was the second gift she had received from her fiancé.
The first one was a hair clip, its color vibrant, but she still loved it.
She wore it every time they met.
"Did he really change my hair clip?"
Ye Lingling murmured softly, smiling faintly, and carefully opened the lid,
immediately stunned.
"A bead?"
Ye Lingling carefully picked up the Soul-Capturing Bead, examining it closely.
"Inside...is it a Nine-Heart Begonia?"
Holding it in her hand, she held it up to the light, and
there was indeed a pink begonia flower inside.
Composed of white and pink petals, the flower was vibrant and dignified.
The leaves and vines stretched out.
"How could this be?!"
Ye Lingling's eyes were filled with surprise and sadness.
The begonia flower was reflected in her beautiful, deep blue eyes.
As if it were alive
, "This inexplicable sense of familiarity, is it really what I thought?"
Mist rose in Ye Lingling's eyes,
her vision blurred, and tears welled in her eyes, wetting them.
Inside the Soul-Capturing Pearl,
a begonia suddenly stretched out its tendrils, gently caressing the fingertips outside,
as if to comfort the tearful Ye Lingling.
"Pfft, why do you make me cry again?"
Ye Lingling couldn't help but laugh, but raised her hand to wipe away the clear tears in her eyes.
Her soft hand tightly gripped the Soul-Capturing Pearl.
Her heart ached with a bittersweet feeling.
At this moment,
Qian Renjue, fast asleep, once again missed the system's notification.
He didn't know that Ye Lingling was sleepless because of this. He
also didn't know
that Ye Lingling wasn't the only one sleepless because of him.
The moonlight was like water.
In Notting Academy, Dormitory Seven was dark.
Some were asleep, some were cultivating.
Xiao Wu had fallen asleep early, smacking her lips, sleeping soundly.
He occasionally licked the pink beads on his neck.
Tang San
sat hunched over on the bed, his terrible condition making him drowsy,
yet he had to persevere.
Although he hadn't been to Yu Xiaogang's room today,
he'd been dragged around the academy by Xiao Wu and then out looking for work.
He only had time to consider the detoxification that evening.
After a thorough investigation,
Tang San realized the situation was worse than he'd imagined.
If he had herbs, things would be easier.
But now he was just a penniless work-study student.
Detoxification would be a long and arduous process,
requiring a great deal of time and money.
In a corner of the teachers' apartment, Yu Xiaogang, also poisoned, was even more listless.
His ears and right eye, now divided into four sections, were bandaged.
All the wounds on his legs had been expensively treated and were beginning to heal.
But his complexion was a black and white hue,
shrouded in black mist and bloodless.
He looked like a withered tree on the verge of death, utterly lifeless.
Yu Xiaogang leaned against the bed, dark circles under his eyes and pale lips, finding it difficult to even get up.
He endured the pain within him, letting out intermittent groans.
Even so,
he still held a copy of the Ten Theories he never tired of reading.
Bang, bang, bang!
Suddenly, a heavy knocking sounded at the door.
Yu Xiaogang opened his only remaining left eye, his brow furrowing with difficulty.
No one but Tang San would come to him.
But he had already told Tang San that he needed to rest for a long time.
"Please come in."
Yu Xiaogang put down the book in his hand, his voice weak.
The door had just opened
when a black, foul wind swept in, carrying the smell of alcohol and sourness.
*Snap!*
The black wind slammed the door shut as soon as it entered.
Immediately afterward, a deep, hoarse voice rang out.
"Master, I need an explanation!"
Hearing this extremely hoarse voice,
Yu Xiaogang's entire body tensed instinctively.
Even his soul power involuntarily surged throughout his body, ready to explode at any moment.
Looking at the figure with his back to him
, Yu Xiaogang gripped his blanket tightly, a hint of doubt in his eyes.
"Who are you?"
"You recognized the Clear Sky Hammer, can't you guess Xiao San's background?"
The black-robed figure turned around.
Tall and imposing, with disheveled black hair cascading over his shoulders, his aged face etched with the marks of time.
His cloudy eyes seemed to belong to someone nearing the end of their life.
Upon seeing Yu Xiaogang's injuries, the anger in his eyes flickered and subsided
, turning into astonishment.
"You are Tang Hao?!"
Yu Xiaogang couldn't help but exclaim.
Unexpectedly, the beggar before him was actually Tang San's biological father!
At this moment,
Yu Xiaogang's zombie-like face suddenly changed, and his single eye almost instantly focused.
"You really are Haotian."
Tang Hao waved his hand, stopping Yu Xiaogang from continuing.
He coldly said,
"This title was never officially bestowed upon me, no need to say more."
"Why is Master in this situation?"
Tang Hao asked coldly.
"Please forgive me, Your Majesty, I am somewhat inconvenient."
Yu Xiaogang's face was ferocious; if he got out of bed, the wounds on his three legs would burst open.
Tang Hao frowned and said,
"I just want to know the answer."
Yu Xiaogang took a deep breath, his face full of lingering fear, and said,
"I took Xiao San to the Soul Hunting Forest and encountered a four-hundred-year-old soul beast, the Mandragora Snake.
" "..."
Tang Hao quietly looked at Yu Xiaogang, waiting for him to continue.
But there was no movement for a long time.
"That's all?"
Yu Xiaogang nodded truthfully.
"..."
Tang Hao fell silent again, but his fist hardened.
"Just because you encountered a four-hundred-year-old soul beast, you let your little brother absorb a ten-year soul ring?!"
"Your Majesty, I had no choice but to do this,"
Yu Xiaogang hurriedly explained.
"No choice but to do this?!"
Tang Hao's eyes flashed with a sharp light as he roared,
"Your cultivation is practically wasted on a pig!"
"Even a pig could knock over that snake!"
"Your Majesty, you?!"
Yu Xiaogang's face turned extremely ugly.
The Title Douluo he idolized was actually humiliating him like this!
"Not convinced? Then keep it to yourself!"
Tang Hao's beast-like pressure left Yu Xiaogang dumbfounded.
"He is my son, the son of Haotian Douluo!"
"Yu Xiaogang! You remember this, this is the first and last time."
Tang Hao didn't say anything more.
This weak pig couldn't withstand his fists and feet. As soon as
he finished speaking,
Tang Hao raised his hand and waved.
A black token clattered to the ground in front of Yu Xiaogang.
"I think you understand very well."
"The difficulties that twin martial souls will face, I'm entrusting them to you, Xiao San. Don't let me down!"
"Your life isn't comparable to the Pope's!"
Bang!
The door slammed shut.
Tang Hao's tall figure had vanished.
Staring at the door, Yu Xiaogang stood there motionless for a long time.
Cold sweat poured down his body.
Blood began to seep from his right eye again. After a long while, he slowly lowered his head.
His gaze fell on the token.
On the pitch-black material, six powerful martial souls were clearly engraved.
Yu Xiaogang suddenly understood.
Perhaps Tang Hao didn't value him, but only coveted the method to solve the drawbacks of twin martial souls.
The Pope's decree left on the ground seemed to be proof.
That would be the passport he might obtain to the twin martial soul cultivation method.
Wishing everyone a pleasant life!
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