Douluo Continent: Tonight, a Fairy Tale Descends.

What about Ah Yin's grudge?

Xiao San and Cindy have no way to quickly improve their strength. With only his broken body and increasingly depressed will, when will he be able to strike the Spirit Hall with the hammer of revenge?

Are we just going to stand by and watch our enemies go free and our children grow up in an environment without protection?

No! He can't give up!

For revenge, for his child, what do his crippled body and his pride matter?

Chapter 129 Second Brother!

Tang Hao's inner struggle lasted for a long time, but in the end, his deep-seated hatred overwhelmed all his shame and confusion.

He suddenly raised his head, a hint of almost obsessive determination flashing in his murky eyes.

Then, dragging his heavy and injured body, he turned around and stealthily headed back towards Tiandou City.

……

As night deepened and the lights of Tiandou City began to illuminate the city, Yuexuan, the most elegant etiquette academy in Tiandou City, remained brightly lit even at night.

Tang Hao stood in the shadowy corner outside the Moon Pavilion, gazing up at the magnificent and imposing architectural complex.

The pavilions, towers, bridges, and flowing water were exquisitely laid out in a tranquil environment, a far cry from the image of the little sister he remembered who needed his protection.

Yuehua has really grown up.

She was no longer a fledgling that needed to hide under his wings, but rather, she had carved out her own niche in the power-hungry Tiandou City, preserving a spy and foothold for the sect that was in turmoil.

A bittersweet feeling welled up in Tang Hao's heart—a mixture of relief and overwhelming shame.

This elder brother not only failed to protect her, but instead became a burden to her.

Taking a deep breath, Tang Hao suppressed his turbulent emotions.

He carefully sensed the defenses around Yuexuan. There were many sentries, both visible and hidden, and the guards on patrol were quite capable. However, for a Title Douluo, especially when deliberately concealed, these defenses were practically useless.

He found a corner with relatively weak defenses, and with a swift movement, he silently crossed the high wall and entered the Moon Pavilion.

With his powerful senses at the Title Douluo level, Tang Hao easily located Tang Yuehua's position, which was a secluded pavilion surrounded by gardens.

Warm light shone through the windows of the attic, and a faint scent of incense wafted out.

Tang Hao's heart began to pound uncontrollably. Hidden in the shadows behind the artificial hill, he suddenly felt a sense of trepidation, like someone returning home with a heavy heart.

He could sense that the aura within was both familiar and strange; it was the moonlight.

Go, Tang Hao.

"You have nowhere to retreat!" he growled to himself.

Finally, he gritted his teeth, his figure once again merging into the darkness, drifting towards the pavilion like wisps of smoke, and silently landing outside the second-floor terrace.

Through the gap in the carved wooden window that wasn't completely closed, he saw the woman sitting in front of the dressing table.

She wore an elegant moon-white palace dress, her figure slender and her demeanor noble and graceful.

Her cloud-like hair was styled into an elegant updo, and her profile was soft and perfect.

At this moment, she was looking at herself in the mirror, her fingertips lightly brushing her temples, her eyes calm and serene, as if all the disturbances of the outside world had nothing to do with her.

It was his younger sister, Tang Yuehua.

Time seemed to have been exceptionally kind to her, leaving few traces on her face, but instead adding a touch of mature charm and a radiant wisdom that had settled in.

Compared to her, his own disheveled and wretched appearance was like heaven and earth.

Tang Hao felt as if his heart was being tightly gripped by an invisible hand, making it hard for him to breathe.

Although the breathing was faint, it was exceptionally clear into the attic in the quiet night.

Inside the pavilion, Tang Yuehua, who was looking at herself in the mirror, paused slightly, a hint of doubt flashing in her eyes.

Logically speaking, at this time, none of the servants or students in the Moon Pavilion should be here.

"Who's outside?" she asked.

Tang Hao did not respond.

Tang Yuehua's slender eyebrows furrowed slightly, her doubts deepening.

She spoke again, her voice rising a few decibels, with an unquestionable tone: "Who's outside? Answer me."

It remained deathly silent.

This unusual silence set off alarm bells in Tang Yuehua's mind.

Without further hesitation, she gently pulled open a hidden compartment on the dressing table, took out an exquisite bracelet soul tool engraved with intricate patterns that could both release a defensive shield and instantly unleash a powerful attack, and held it tightly in her fair palm.

She stood up, straightened her skirt, and walked warily toward the entrance to the rooftop terrace.

She could not allow any unknown dangers to lurk within the Moon Pavilion, which was her foundation in Heaven Dou City and also the sect's important eyes and ears.

She gently pushed open the carved wooden door, her sharp eyes quickly sweeping across the open terrace.

The moonlight illuminated the terrace clearly, and apart from the swaying shadows of the trees and a few potted rare flowers, there was no one there.

Did I mishear?

Or has the other person already left?

Tang Yuehua felt somewhat relieved, but her worries had not yet dissipated.

She took a deep breath, preparing to summon the captain of the guard and order a thorough search of the area to ensure everything was safe.

Just as her red lips parted slightly, before she could utter a sound...

A deep, hoarse voice, yet carrying a familiar quality that sent shivers down her spine, rose like a ghost from the darkest corner of the terrace.

"Moon...Moonlight..."

Just two words were enough to throw Tang Yuehua into a state of utter confusion.

She shuddered violently, and the hand holding the soul tool trembled so badly that it almost slipped from her grasp and fell to the ground.

She turned her head in disbelief, looking in the direction from which the voice came.

In the darkness, a tall but hunched figure slowly emerged.

The moonlight fell on him, outlining his tattered, filthy coarse cloth clothes, his messy, tangled hair covered with bits of grass, and his face, which was mostly covered by a thick beard, yet still revealed deep features and extreme haggardness.

Especially those eyes.

The eyes that were once sharp as stars, full of arrogance and confidence, are now bloodshot, murky, and sunken deep in their sockets, filled with pain, struggle, humiliation, and exhaustion.

But Tang Yuehua recognized him at a glance.

Even if he is so destitute, even if he is emaciated, even if he is on his last breath.

That was a familiar feeling etched into her very bones, a reliance that accompanied her throughout her childhood and adolescence.

"Second...Second Brother!"

Tang Yuehua cried out in shock, her voice becoming shrill from the shock.

The soul tool in her hand fell to the floor with a clatter and rolled to the side, without her even noticing.

Her eyes widened, and she instinctively covered her mouth with her fingers, as if her wildly beating heart would leap out of her throat if she didn't.

It's Second Brother! It really is Second Brother Tang Hao!

That once spirited and domineering Haotian Douluo!

That brother who was as reliable as a mountain and as dazzling as the sun in her heart.

That second brother who made her proud, but also caused her worry and longing for many years!

How did he end up here?

How did he end up like this?

After the initial shock, a wave of heartache and sorrow washed over me.

Seeing Tang Hao's disheveled state, worse than a homeless man, Tang Yuehua's tears instantly burst forth, like pearls from a broken string, rolling down uncontrollably.

She no longer cared about decorum and stumbled into Tang Hao's arms.

Chapter 130 Yuehua Night Complaint

"Second Brother! It really is you! How... how could you..." Tang Yuehua choked out.

She reached out to touch Tang Hao, but fearing it was just an illusion, her hand froze in mid-air, trembling.

Tang Hao looked at his younger sister who had rushed to him, at her tear-streaked face, and at her cries choked with sobs.

The high wall he had built in his heart with pride, anger, and prejudice collapsed at this moment.

Tang Hao opened his mouth, as if to say something.

He hesitated for a moment, and in the end, he could only let out a sigh.

"Yuehua...I...I'm back."

He's back.

Not in the glorious status of Haotian Douluo, nor in the arrogant posture hoped for by the sect.

Instead, he returned to the side of the family he had sworn never to implicate again, as a wounded, desperate loser who needed to beg his sister for protection.

"It's good that you're back, it's good that you're back..." Tang Yuehua sobbed uncontrollably, repeating these words over and over.

She mustered her courage and grasped Tang Hao's cold, rough hands, afraid that if she let go, the brother she had loved for so many years would disappear again.

The icy touch and the obvious trembling made Tang Yuehua's heart clench even tighter.

Without further hesitation, she used all her strength to support Tang Hao, who was almost unsteady on his feet.

"Second brother, come in quickly! It's cold outside, and you're still injured!"

She half-supported, half-carried Tang Hao, carefully leading him into the warm and elegant attic, and seated him on a chair with soft cushions.

At close range, Tang Yuehua could clearly sense Tang Hao's physical weakness.

The undried bloodstains at the corner of his mouth and his deathly pale face clearly indicated that he was seriously injured.

"Second Brother, you are badly injured!" Tang Yuehua's voice was hoarse from crying and filled with deep worry. She hurriedly turned around and took out a jade box with a faint medicinal fragrance from the cabinet in the inner room. Inside were her treasured healing pills, which she used to save her life in critical moments.

"Quick, take this medicine first!"

Tang Hao watched as his sister handed him the pill, the familiar medicinal fragrance lingering around his nose. He knew this pill was quite valuable.

In the past, he might have declined, but now, he didn't even have the strength to decline.

He obediently opened his mouth, allowing Tang Yuehua to feed him the pill.

The pill melted instantly upon entering his mouth, transforming into a gentle, warm current that slid down his throat and quickly spread throughout his limbs and bones, beginning to nourish his damaged meridians and internal organs. Under the influence of the pill, the intense pain within his body was somewhat relieved.

Seeing her brother take the pill and his breathing become a little more stable, Tang Yuehua finally breathed a sigh of relief, but the doubts and worries in her heart grew wildly like weeds.

She pulled up a stool and sat opposite Tang Hao. With a clean handkerchief, she gently wiped the bloodstains from the corner of his mouth and the stains on his face, her movements careful, as if handling a fragile treasure.

"Second brother, what exactly happened?" Tang Yuehua's voice trembled slightly.

"Weren't you hiding? How did you suddenly come to Heaven Dou City? And why are you so badly injured? Who hurt you like this? Did the Spirit Hall find you?"

A barrage of questions came out like a machine gun, each one revealing Tang Yuehua's deep concern.

With his eyes closed, Tang Hao felt the warmth of the medicine spreading through his body and the tenderness from his sister's fingertips, his heart filled with mixed emotions.

How should he answer? Should he say that he suffered a great loss at the hands of a woman in his attempt to seize elixirs and immortal herbs, and almost lost his life?

How could he possibly say that?

After a moment of silence, just as Tang Yuehua thought he wouldn't answer and her anxiety was growing, Tang Hao finally slowly opened his eyes.

His cloudy eyes looked at his sister, filled with complex emotions.

"It's not the Spirit Hall." He spoke in a hoarse voice, avoiding the main point.

"I came to Tiandou City this time for the sake of elixirs."

"Pills?" Tang Yuehua was taken aback, then suddenly realized.

"You mean the kind of pills Her Majesty Godo concocted that can help people absorb soul rings beyond their current level?"