A moment later, Tang Hao suppressed the urge to slap his son and said in a deep, trembling voice, "Little San, before I leave... I want to see Ah Yin one last time."
Hearing this request, Tang San's brows furrowed immediately.
If Tang Hao knew the location of the Ice and Fire Yin-Yang Well, he might snatch his mother away and take her back to that dark, sunless cave.
He absolutely wouldn't allow that to happen!
Having made up his mind, a hint of hostility flashed in Tang San's eyes as he resolutely said, "Give up on that idea. Mother finally has a chance to be resurrected, and I will never let you hurt her again."
"Resurrected?"
Hearing these two words, Tang Hao's pupils dilated, and his eyes shone with wild joy.
At this moment, his gray world seemed to be filled with color again. Even revenge against Spirit Hall became less important in that instant.
Only when Ah Yin was resurrected would his world be complete. For a complete family, he was willing to give up everything.
Immediately, Tang Hao strode forward, grabbed Tang San's shoulder, and asked anxiously, "Little San! How is Ah Yin now? Is she really recovering?"
Seeing Tang Hao's excited expression, Tang San felt nothing but coldness. Only now that his mother had a chance to be resurrected did he start to care?
'Where was he before?'
In his view, his mother's resurrection was entirely due to his Master's efforts and resources; it had nothing to do with Tang Hao. Whether from a personal perspective or his mother's perspective, his Master was far more deserving of her presence than Tang Hao.
Seeing his son remain silent, Tang Hao grew increasingly anxious. Now that he knew Ah Yin had a chance to be resurrected, he felt a pang of guilt mixed with a strange possessiveness, as if someone else had taken his place.
Previously, he had thought Ah Yin had no hope of true resurrection; even if she could rebuild her cultivation, it would take a hundred thousand years, a time he couldn't possibly live to see. That was why he had abandoned her in the cave to wait for eternity.
To him, since she couldn't be resurrected in his lifetime, she was just a memory in the form of Blue Silver Grass.
But now, Ah Yin had the chance to be resurrected, so she was no longer just a plant, but his wife again!
"Little San... it's all my fault. I misunderstood you. Your teacher was right to take Ah Yin away. I'm willing to apologize to him," Tang Hao said sincerely, desperation creeping into his voice.
As long as he could reunite with Ah Yin, he was willing to give up all his dignity as the Clear Sky Douluo, even to the point of kowtowing to Lin Mu in apology.
Of course, he still harbored some resentment deep down.
'Since it was all for Ah Yin's resurrection, why didn't they tell me earlier? If I had known Ah Yin had a chance to be resurrected quickly, how could I have insisted on bringing her back to the cave?'
However, Tang San left no room for negotiation, coldly saying, "You don't know you were wrong. You only care because you know Mother can be resurrected now!"
These words directly tore off Tang Hao's mask of repentance, causing his face to instantly darken.
He gripped Tang San's shoulders tightly, his eyes bloodshot, panting heavily, and roared, "Little San! No matter what you think, I'm still your biological father!"
"That's all you are," Tang San replied fearlessly, unfazed by Tang Hao's glare.
If it weren't for the biological fact that he was Tang Hao's son, he would have turned against him completely by now; he wouldn't have tolerated this behavior for so long.
Hearing this, Tang Hao slowly released his grip, as if all his strength had been drained away in an instant. He staggered back a few steps, utterly dejected.
He couldn't understand why his son was so cold and heartless, not even giving him a chance to make amends.
'It was all Lin Mu's fault!'
'If it weren't for his influence, how could my son dare to speak to his own father like that?'
"Little San... even if you don't want to forgive me, I must go see Ah Yin. She'll definitely understand my hardships."
Since his son had been turned against him by Lin Mu, he absolutely couldn't allow Ah Yin to be bewitched as well. Otherwise, he would truly have nothing left.
After a moment of silence, Tang San slowly said, "I'll go ask Mother. If she wants to see you, I will tell you."
Upon hearing this, Tang Hao was overjoyed. If he could meet with Ah Yin and explain himself, he was sure he could gain her forgiveness. She was always gentle.
Then, with Ah Yin persuading his son, their family could reconcile.
Without another word, Tang San immediately activated his right leg bone's flight ability and headed toward the Sunset Forest, not worried about Tang Hao following.
With the Blue Silver Domain, Tang San would inevitably detect Tang Hao if he tried to trail him closely.
Tang Hao understood this as well. He didn't secretly follow, but instead stood still and took a deep look into the distance where his son vanished.
"This direction... seems to be the Sunset Forest."
After roughly determining the direction, Tang Hao's figure flashed, instantly disappearing from the alley.
Since Ah Yin was very likely in the Sunset Forest, he could find her specific location sooner or later if he spent some time searching carefully.
The Great Soul Arena, VIP Section.
Meanwhile, Lin Mu had returned to his seat in high spirits.
Seeing that only Lin Mu had returned, Emperor Xue Ye was startled. 'Could Yu Xiaogang and Bishop Salas be dead?'
Although the two belonged to opposing camps (Spirit Hall), their deaths on Heaven Dou Empire's land could potentially trigger a conflict between Spirit Hall and the Empire, even leading to war.
Given Spirit Hall's current strength, Emperor Xue Ye did not want to provoke a conflict just yet.
Immediately, Emperor Xue Ye turned to Lin Mu, somewhat apprehensively, and asked, "Teacher Lin Mu... how are those two?"
"Seriously injured and unconscious. But not dead."
With that, Lin Mu calmly sat down, as if he had just resolved a trivial matter like taking out the trash.
Hearing this, Emperor Xue Ye breathed a sigh of relief; as long as no one was dead, it was fine. He could handle the diplomatic fallout.
"Teacher Lin Mu, you're a bit late. The competition is almost over," Ning Fengzhi turned around, a hint of regret in his voice.
"It's nothing serious. I'm not that interested in children fighting anyway."
With that, Lin Mu rested his chin on his hand, looking down at the arena.
The match between Shrek Academy and the Heaven Dou Royal Academy Second Team was concluding. Shrek Academy had only eliminated one person, while the Heaven Dou Royal Academy Second Team only had two members remaining standing on the field.
Suddenly, Lin Mu noticed something unusual: the contestants lying on the ground were all unconscious and frothing at the mouth, clearly poisoned.
Seeing this, Lin Mu suddenly remembered Chrysanthemum Douluo's words, and his gaze immediately fell on the strange black sausage in Oscar's hand.
"Tsk. Yue Guan is quite vicious... actually giving Gangzi a poisonous herb to use. Oscar is lucky he didn't die on the spot."
As a master alchemist, Lin Mu quickly diagnosed Oscar's problem from a distance.
Strictly speaking, Oscar's sausage martial soul didn't "transform" into a poison attribute naturally. Rather, his body and martial soul had become a carrier for the herb's potent toxin.
This situation was more serious than the Jade Phosphor Serpent's backlash. Once the toxin fully saturated the carrier, Oscar would suffer from its corrosive effects from the inside out.
As the saying goes, fortune and misfortune are intertwined. Oscar happened to gain some benefits; this herb just happened to violently force open a part of his Eight Extraordinary Meridians, thus increasing his spirit power by several levels. But the price was steep.
Just as the referee was about to announce the end of the competition, Oscar suddenly felt a wave of weakness wash over his entire body. His legs gave out, and he knelt directly on the ground.
"Thump."
Hearing the sound behind him, Dai Mubai quickly turned around.
He saw Oscar kneeling on the ground, dry heaving violently. Veins bulged on his neck and forehead, turning black, and his face was contorted in extreme pain.
Clearly, the toxin had begun its backlash.