Douluo Continent: Tonight, a Fairy Tale Descends.

As Cinderella pondered this, her smile grew even sweeter and more captivating. The questions she posed touched upon the core of Yu Xiaogang's theory, making Yu Xiaogang overjoyed, feeling as if he had met a kindred spirit he had never met before.

How to ask for a gift, especially an expensive one, without leaving a trace is an art.

Cinderella knew she couldn't speak directly, as that would make her seem greedy and ruin the good teacher-student relationship she had built.

We must guide him, we must make Yu Xiaogang himself feel that the gift is worthwhile and that he is giving it willingly.

……

Tian Dou City, Yue Xuan.

Tang Hao never imagined that he would stay here for so long.

His original plan was simply to inquire about the whereabouts of the elixir; if he found it, he would take it; if not, he would leave without any lingering.

However, he underestimated the deterioration of his body.

Years ago, Qian Xunji led several titled Douluo to attack him, which had already planted many hidden injuries in his body that were difficult to heal.

Ah Yin's sacrifice, with the immense life force of a 100,000-year-old soul beast, forcibly suppressed these wounds, but it was also like a potent medicine to quench thirst, masking the decay within.

Over the years, he has been indulging in alcohol and hatred, never taking proper care of his body. Instead, he has regarded the constant, gnawing pain in his internal organs as a tribute to Ah Yin and a spur to revenge.

The battle with Gedo, though seemingly brief, was actually extremely dangerous.

The woman's unpredictable abilities, her bizarre and violent energy attacks, and especially the fact that he didn't hesitate to explode three ten-thousand-year-old soul rings in succession to escape...

All of this was like the last straw that broke the camel's back, completely exploding the long-standing ailment that had been accumulating within Tang Hao for many years.

He originally intended to rely on his strong physique and willpower to get some treatment at Yuehua's place and then continue his journey.

However, when Tang Zhong, the healing soul master from the sect that Tang Yuehua had found, inserted the healing scepter into his body, the situation took a sharp turn for the worse.

Tang Zhong's soul power acted like a fuse, not only failing to quell the chaotic and turbulent energy within Tang Hao's body, but also seemingly breaking a dangerous balance, causing his old and new injuries to erupt like a flood bursting its banks.

Tang Hao felt as if his meridians were being torn apart inch by inch, and his internal organs seemed to have shifted. That familiar, death-laden chill and burning power instantly intertwined and swept over his entire body.

"puff--"

A mouthful of dark red blood gushed out, staining the clean bedding beneath him.

Tang Hao's tall body trembled violently, veins bulging on his forehead, and cold sweat instantly soaked through his thin bedclothes.

He tried to suppress his soul power, but found that the powerful soul power that he used to be able to control at will was now like a bull stuck in the mud. Not only was it difficult to mobilize, but it also intensified his pain.

"Second Brother!" Tang Yuehua was so frightened that her face turned pale. She hurriedly stepped forward to support Tang Hao, who was about to fall.

"Tang Zhong! What happened?" Her voice was choked with sobs as she looked at Tang Zhong beside her.

Chapter 139 The Injury Erupts

Tang Zhong, a middle-aged soul master standing to the side, also looked grave. He withdrew his healing scepter and said in a deep voice, "Miss Yuehua, His Majesty Haotian's injuries are far more serious than they appear. His old wounds are spread throughout his internal organs and meridians, and have long since penetrated into his bone marrow. Furthermore, they have been invaded by a violent alien energy."

"Previously, Your Majesty was barely maintaining the balance thanks to your own powerful soul force and unusually tenacious life force. My healing soul force seems to have disrupted this balance, causing a backlash from the injuries..."

Tang Hao clenched his teeth tightly, his mouth filled with the taste of blood.

He pushed away Tang Yuehua's hand that was trying to help him up, and tried to sit up on his own, but only to trigger an even more violent cough and trembling.

Tang Hao felt an overwhelming sense of humiliation.

When did he, the mighty Haotian Douluo, become so fragile and so vulnerable?

Even the treatment from a Soul King could leave him in such a state?

"Get...out!" Tang Hao forced out the command through his teeth, his voice hoarse and barely audible.

Tang Zhong glanced at Tang Yuehua with concern, and seeing her nod slightly, he bowed and withdrew.

Only the brother and sister remained in the room, along with the lingering smell of blood and Tang Hao's heavy, painful breathing.

"Second brother..." Tang Yuehua's eyes were blurry with tears as she looked at her brother's face, which was contorted with pain. Her heart felt as if it were being torn apart by a knife.

She stepped forward again, ignoring Tang Hao's weak struggles, and carefully wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth with a clean silk handkerchief. She then brought him warm water and fed him little by little.

This time, Tang Hao did not push her away.

It's not that I don't want to, but I can't.

His physical weakness was beyond his control; he was even losing the strength to lift his arm.

This feeling of powerlessness filled him with more fear and despair than Gedo's mockery or the excruciating physical pain.

He was like a tiger whose teeth had been pulled out and whose limbs had been broken, trapped in a prison, relying on the pity and care of others to survive.

Tang Yuehua gently laid him down and covered him with a blanket, her touch as gentle as if she were treating a child.

She sat on the edge of the bed, holding Tang Hao's still cold hand, constantly conveying her body heat and worry.

"Second brother, you can't keep pushing yourself." Tang Yuehua's voice was firm and unwavering.

"You must stay here and heal your injuries. Put everything outside aside for now, okay?"

Tang Hao kept his eyes tightly closed, his eyelashes trembling slightly from the pain.

Let go? How do I let go?

Ah Yin's revenge is still unavenged, and Xiao San and Cindy are still young and inexperienced. How can he let go of these things?

The burning sensation was like poisonous fire, scorching Tang Hao's internal organs.

“Moonlight…” he began with difficulty, his voice broken, “the elixir…”

"The pills are here, they've always been here." Tang Yuehua quickly took out a jade box from her personal storage soul tool, opened the lid, and inside were several bottles of pills of different colors, which were the various pills she had exchanged from Ge Duo.

"Look, Second Brother, I've prepared the pills. But in your current state, even if you get the pills, what good will it do? Can you send them to the children right away? Or can you immediately seek revenge against the Spirit Hall?"

Tang Yuehua's words were like a needle, piercing the last shred of dignity that Tang Hao was trying to maintain.

Yes, in his current state, he can't even leave the Yuexuan gate, what else can he do?

A deeper sense of powerlessness enveloped Tang Hao, and he abruptly turned his head away, unwilling to let his sister see the vulnerability that might be showing in his eyes.

Looking at her brother like this, Tang Yuehua felt both heartache and a strange sense of relief.

She quickly suppressed this inappropriate emotion and said softly, "Second Brother, the most important thing right now is to heal your injuries. Only when you've recovered can you do what you want to do. As for the children..."

She paused, a glint of expectation in her eyes: "Tell me where they are, and I'll send someone to bring them to Yuexuan. It's safe here, and there are plenty of resources. I can personally teach them and give them the best education..."

"no!"

Tang Hao suddenly turned his head, interrupting her. His tone was firm and decisive, and his agitation even aggravated his injury, causing him to cough violently.

"Cough cough... Absolutely... Absolutely not!"

His dramatic reaction startled Tang Yuehua, who asked in confusion, "Why? Second Brother, I'm their aunt! Don't you trust me? Yuexuan can provide them with resources and an environment that those small places can never reach! I can protect them and nurture them..."

"It's precisely because you are their aunt! It's precisely because this is Yuexuan!"

Tang Hao was panting heavily, his eyes sharp as knives. Despite his weakness, the aura of Haotian Douluo still made Tang Yuehua's heart tremble.

"I left them to sever their overt ties with the Clear Sky Sect! To give them a clean identity that wouldn't be constantly watched by the Spirit Hall!"

He stared intently at Tang Yuehua, saying each word clearly, "The Spirit Hall knows that Ah Yin is the transformed form of the 100,000-year-old Blue Silver Emperor, and that Xiao San's spirit is the Blue Silver Grass, with such outstanding talent. Once he appears in Yuexuan, appears by your side, and gets involved with the Clear Sky Sect, it will be a clear indication to the Spirit Hall whose son Tang San is! At that time, what awaits them will be endless pursuit and treacherous schemes. Yuexuan, can you protect him?"

Tang Yuehua was speechless at his question, and her face turned pale instantly.

She only thought about giving the children the best, but ignored the deadly risks hidden behind it.

Yes, although Yuexuan holds a superior position in Heaven Dou City, how can he contend with the enormous Spirit Hall?

Once their identities are exposed, let alone being trained and developed, they might not even be able to save their lives.

Seeing his sister's distraught state, Tang Hao's tone softened, tinged with deep weariness: "Don't worry, I've already found them a teacher. Although that person is somewhat unreliable, he's still a good teacher, and they're relatively safe now. With that person in the open, they won't attract too much attention."

Tang Yuehua fell silent. Looking at the unwavering determination in her brother's eyes, she knew that she could not change his mind on this matter.

A huge sense of loss and grievance welled up in her heart. She longed to be a part of her brother's and children's lives, but reality cruelly shut her out.

But at the same time, another emotion was quietly growing: since the children couldn't come, did that mean that her second brother had to stay here and be taken care of by her until he recovered?

This thought, like a vine, entwined around her heart.

She grasped Tang Hao's hand again, her voice soft yet carrying a hint of barely perceptible stubbornness: "Alright, Second Brother, I'll listen to you. I won't bring the children. But you must promise me you'll stay here and recover. Your body can't take any more strain. I'll find a way to seek out the most skilled healing soul masters and the best medicines to make sure you fully recover."

Chapter 140 A Letter from the Blue Lightning Tyrant Clan

Tang Hao closed his eyes, neither agreeing nor objecting further.

He knew that his opposition would be futile.

He knows his own body.

This time, he was truly doomed. For a short period of time, he couldn't go anywhere or do anything.

He became a trapped beast, shackled and confined in a prison cell. All his pride and hatred could only burn silently within this powerless shell, tormenting his soul.

Tang Yuehua, on the other hand, quietly guarded the prison, her words carrying a heavy weight, while the others struggled to stay within.

Looking at Tang Hao's tightly furrowed brows, feeling the faint warmth and barely perceptible tremor of his palm, the secret, even unethical, attachment in her heart, nurtured day after day through his care and companionship, like moss creeping in a dark room.

At least, at this moment, he belonged entirely to her.

Vulnerable, real, and in need of her.

That's... enough.

……

In the city of Nottingham, in Yu Xiaogang's office.

Yu Xiaogang buried himself in a pile of spread-out manuscripts, his brow furrowed, trying to find a more perfect theoretical support for Cinderella's question about soul power compression from those obscure and difficult-to-understand words.

Just then, there was a gentle knock on the office door.

"Please come in." Yu Xiaogang didn't even look up, assuming it was another student coming to ask a question. After all, in the eyes of these students, his reputation as a master was quite impressive.

The door was pushed open, and a figure stood against the light, not walking straight in as usual.

Yu Xiaogang looked up in confusion, pushed up his glasses, and when he saw the person's clothes, he froze as if he had been frozen in place.

He was a lean, middle-aged man dressed in a well-tailored outfit, dark blue with silver lightning bolt patterns embroidered on the cuffs and lapels.

Yu Xiaogang was very familiar with this outfit; it was the symbol of the Blue Lightning Overlord Clan.

A mixture of shock, nostalgia, and even a hint of fear instantly arose in Yu Xiaogang's heart.

He had been away from his family for many years, living in seclusion in the remote city of Nottingham, and no one from the Blue Lightning Overlord Clan had ever come to see him alone.

Father... was this person sent by Father?

Upon seeing the man dressed in the attire of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Clan, Yu Xiaogang felt a pang of nostalgia; it had been a long time since he had seen anyone associated with the Blue Lightning Tyrant Clan.

Before he awakened his martial soul, he was the only titled Douluo in the Blue Lightning Tyrant Clan, and the second young master who was the focus of everyone's attention in the sect.

He was proud of his status and was always surrounded by people wherever he went. Everyone envied him and tried to please him. He was proud to be Yu Yuanzhen's son and believed that he was destined to make a significant contribution to the future of this continent.

But later, he awakened his martial spirit, and everything changed.

He did not awaken the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon, the unique top-tier beast martial soul of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Clan. His martial soul underwent a malignant mutation, transforming into that seemingly stupid and clumsy Luo Sanpao, whose soul power was only at the innate half-level.

At that moment, he fell from the clouds into the mire, and all the envious and flattering gazes seemed to turn into silent mockery and pity overnight.

Even after Yu Xiaogang awakened his innate half-level soul power, Yu Yuanzhen still loved him very much and did not mistreat him because of the mutation of his martial soul. Instead, out of guilt and heartache, he gave him a lot of resources in an attempt to make up for it.

But Yu Xiaogang couldn't believe it. He was devastated, but it was all a fait accompli and couldn't be changed.

He began to feel inferior and sensitive. He felt that there were people in the Blue Lightning Overlord Clan who were always mocking him, mocking him as the son of a Title Douluo as an absolute waste.

Those whispers and those strange looks were like invisible needles, piercing his heart.

Later, in order to find a way to solve his martial soul problem, and to escape the suffocating gaze of everyone, he began to read a large number of books frantically, hoping to find a glimmer of hope in the vast ocean of knowledge and prove that he was not worthless.

He immersed himself in the world of theory, trying to arm his fragile heart with wisdom.

However, after so many years, he has read countless books and believes that he has mastered the Soul Master theory far beyond that of ordinary people, but he still has not found a way to solve the defect of his Martial Soul.

Luo Sanpao was still stuck at level 29, unable to make any progress, like an eternal mountain suppressing all his pride and dreams.

Unable to break through level 30, Yu Xiaogang could no longer bear the mocking looks from the people in the sect. He chose to leave the Blue Lightning Tyrant Sect and wandered around like a lost soul. Finally, he found a place to stay in the remote Notting Academy, where he barely managed to make a living and maintain a false sense of dignity with the little theory he had.

He never expected that after so many years at Nottingham College, when he was almost forgotten by the world, his father would write to him again.

"Second Young Master." The middle-aged man walked into the office, bowed respectfully, took out a letter sealed with sealing wax from his bosom, and presented it with both hands. "The Sect Master ordered me to personally deliver this letter to you."