Douluo Continent: Tonight, a Fairy Tale Descends.

“My dear princess, the creations of the human world are incredibly diverse, and these are just two of the most insignificant things.” She sighed, her tentacles uneasily stirring the seawater.

"However, obtaining these items is not easy. It requires taking great risks to go to dangerous waters near the land and search among countless shipwrecks... Moreover, many items have already been damaged by seawater."

The more she emphasized the difficulty, the more precious Lan Fuzi felt these things were, and the more she longed for the human world that could create such interesting items.

“I’m not afraid of danger! I can help you find it!” Lan Fuzi said immediately, but then she remembered her father’s prohibition and lowered her voice.

"Or, I'll trade you something much better! Ursula, what do you want? Energy crystals? I have plenty! I also have what my father has in his treasury..."

She was eager to express her feelings, but Kla was unwilling to trade with her anymore and unwilling to tell her those interesting stories.

This is exactly the effect Ursula wanted.

She looked at Lan Fuzi, a hint of a successful scheme flashing in the depths of her dark green eyes.

This innocent little whale is slowly and actively swimming towards the net she has woven.

"Hehe, Lan Fuzi, you are so generous." Ursula's smile deepened.

"In that case, I will naturally do my best to find more gifts from the human world for you. I will also tell you more stories from that world..."

Ursula's words, like the sweetest poison, slowly seeped into Lan Fuzi's simple and curious mind.

Lan Fuzi tapped her enormous head vigorously, feeling that her sneaking out this time was absolutely the right thing to do!

Looking at Ursula, she felt that this deep-sea witch was truly the only good friend in this boring ocean who could bring her joy and anticipation.

Ursula's deep smile slowly faded, replaced by a perfectly measured look of fatigue.

She reached out her tentacle and gently rubbed her forehead, a barely perceptible glint of calculation flashing in her eerie green eyes.

"My dearest Blue Buddha, let's end the story of the human world here for today. Describing those distant scenes takes a lot of effort."

Lan Fuzi was listening with great excitement when, upon hearing this, her huge eyes immediately revealed deep disappointment and reluctance: "Ah? Is it about to end? Ursula, tell me a little more, just a little bit!"

Ursula shook her head slightly, gesturing reassuringly with her tentacle: "Patience, Blue Buddha. Acquiring knowledge takes time; being too hasty will only cause you to miss the essence. Moreover..."

She paused deliberately, her gaze seemingly casually sweeping over the dark, boundless deep sea outside the Fishbone Cave, her tone becoming somewhat subtle.

“I also need some time to prepare the next surprise for you. It might not just be a story, or a little trinket or two.” Her voice was low, carrying a mysterious hint.

"I need to find some special materials, which may require me to leave Fishbone Cave for a while."

"You're leaving?" Lan Fuzi tensed up instantly, her massive body shifting uneasily. Ursula was the only light in her dreary life; if even she left…

“It’s just a short departure to prepare an even better gift,” Ursula assured her with a smile, sensing her unease.

"When I return, perhaps we can talk about something more practical." Ursula left with this suggestive remark, then turned and slowly slid into the depths of the Jade Clam Altar, seemingly beginning preparations for her journey.

Chapter 177 Recovery

Tian Dou City, Yue Xuan.

In the magnificent room on the top floor, which was always filled with a faint fragrance, Tang Yuehua gently blew on a bowl of freshly brewed medicine to warm it before handing it to Tang Hao, who was reclining on the soft couch.

Her movements were very gentle, her gaze fixed intently on Tang Hao's face, which was gradually regaining its color.

Tang Hao silently opened his mouth, letting the slightly bitter medicine slide down his throat. He swallowed obediently, his gaze somewhat vacant.

He could clearly feel his body getting better day by day.

The initial feeling of powerlessness, where even breathing caused excruciating pain in the lungs and the soul power was frozen and unable to be mobilized, is gradually fading.

Under Tang Zhong's continuous treatment and the nourishment of precious medicinal herbs that Tang Yuehua spared no expense to collect, the blockages and tears in the meridians are slowly healing and reshaping.

Although he is still far from his prime, and his soul power still feels faintly sluggish and weak, at least he can now walk, regulate his breathing on his own, and even condense a portion of his soul power.

This is undoubtedly a huge step forward.

Tang Yuehua carefully wiped the medicine stains from the corner of Tang Hao's mouth with a silk handkerchief. Looking at his profile, which seemed more energetic than a few days ago, a complex emotion welled up in her heart.

She desperately hoped that Tang Hao could recover soon.

I hope he can get rid of the torment of his injury, and I hope he can straighten his spine again, which was once as reliable as a mountain.

Every time she saw him enduring pain during treatment, or his brows furrowed due to stagnant soul power, her heart ached as if it were being pricked by needles.

On the other hand, a thought that even Tang Yuehua herself was unwilling to think about deeply, yet which was incredibly real, quietly took root in the deepest part of her heart.

She hoped Tang Hao could recover more slowly.

Because only when he is so vulnerable will he stay quietly by her side, in the Moon Pavilion, and in her sight, just like now.

Only then could she personally brew medicine for him, feed it to him, wipe him down, and watch over him as he fell asleep, day after day.

This situation made Tang Yuehua feel, in a daze, as if she were with Tang Hao.

Tang Yuehua knew very well that once Tang Hao recovered from his injuries, given his personality, there was absolutely no way he would stay at Yuexuan any longer.

He has a deep-seated hatred for his enemies, and two children he can't let go of.

When the time comes, he will definitely turn around and leave without hesitation, disappearing from her world again, perhaps for another ten years, or perhaps forever.

Whenever she thought of that scene, Tang Yuehua felt an indescribable panic and suffocation.

So, deep down, she secretly hoped that the recovery process would be longer, giving her more time to keep her second brother, Tang Hao, with her.

However, as time went by, Tang Yuehua's wish was ultimately destined to be unfulfilled.

Tang Hao recovered faster than she and Tang Zhong had expected.

The powerful physique of a titled Douluo, coupled with the investment of medicinal materials regardless of cost, propelled his body to recover step by step.

Tang Yuehua could clearly sense that Tang Hao's feelings for Yuexuan were fading day by day.

From the occasional sharp aura that Tang Hao exuded, Tang Yuehua knew that he was about to leave.

This realization weighed heavily on her heart like a cold stone.

That afternoon, Tang Zhong came as usual to give Tang Hao a counseling treatment.

After he finished, he put away the healing scepter and bowed slightly to Tang Yuehua, who was standing guard beside him.

"Miss Yuehua, half of the alien energy within His Majesty Haotian's body has been depleted, and the main blockages in his meridians have been largely cleared. From now on, His Majesty Haotian only needs to use his soul power to further deplete the alien energy."

Tang Zhong's words were very clear: the most dangerous stage had passed, and Tang Hao's body was steadily recovering, no longer requiring such frequent treatment.

Tang Yuehua's heart sank little by little with Tang Zhong's words.

She forced a smile, thanked Tang Zhong, and told him to go and rest.

Only Tang Yuehua and Tang Hao remained in the room.

Tang Hao sat up from the soft couch, stretched his muscles and bones, and his joints made a slight cracking sound.

He felt the soul power flowing through his body, and a long-unseen glint of brilliance flashed in his eyes.

He looked at Tang Yuehua and said in a slightly hoarse voice, "Yuehua, my injury is much better now."

Tang Yuehua's hand holding the empty medicine bowl trembled almost imperceptibly, and the rim of the bowl made a very faint clinking sound against the tray.

She quickly steadied her hand and forced a gentle smile onto her face.

"Second brother, you still need to rest and recuperate; the recovery of your soul power can't be rushed. You..."

“I know.” Tang Hao interrupted her. He stood up, his tall figure casting a shadow in the room. Although he was thin, the aura of a strongman had begun to return.

“But I can’t wait that long.” His gaze was sharp, as if it had pierced through the walls of the Moon Pavilion and reached the distant city of Nottingham.

"Judging by the time, Xiao San and Cindy should be getting their second soul ring soon."

When the two children were mentioned, a hint of urgency flashed in Tang Hao's eyes.

The second soul ring is related to the foundation of Tang San and Cindy's future development, so he must personally check on it to ensure that nothing goes wrong.

Looking at the unwavering determination in Tang Hao's eyes, Tang Yuehua's words of advice to stay a little longer stuck in her throat, and she couldn't utter a single word.

She knew her second brother well; once he made up his mind, no one could change it.

A wave of disappointment and grievance washed over Tang Yuehua, making her nose sting and her eyes well up with tears.

She hurriedly lowered her head, pretending to tidy up the thin blanket on the bed, to hide her sudden loss of control.

"The pills..." She heard her own voice tighten slightly, with a barely perceptible tremor, "I'll go get them for you right now."

She turned and walked towards the inner room, her steps unsteady. From her personal storage soul tool, she took out the jade box containing the pills refined by Ge Duo. Inside were the pills that helped people absorb soul rings beyond their current level.

Tang Yuehua, holding the jade box, walked back to Tang Hao and handed it to him.

"Second brother, this is the elixir."

Tang Hao took the jade box, which felt slightly heavy in his hand.

He opened it and glanced inside. Inside were several jade bottles neatly arranged, which were his initial targets for this trip. He closed the lid, put the jade box away, and his gaze towards Tang Yuehua softened slightly, carrying a hint of gratitude and apology.

"Yuehua, you've had a tough time these past few days."

This expression of gratitude made Tang Yuehua unable to suppress her emotions any longer.

She abruptly turned her head away, not wanting Tang Hao to see her in such a discomposure, her voice choked with suppressed sobs: "Don't say it's hard work, you're my second brother."

Tang Hao looked at her slightly trembling shoulders and felt a mix of emotions.

Chapter 178 sets the goal as a thousand years.

Tang Hao was not heartless; he had seen Tang Yuehua's tireless care and concern these past few days. But he carried too much on his shoulders, too heavy a burden, making it impossible for him to stop or give her a more responsive response.

He remained silent for a moment, but ultimately hardened his heart.

"I'm leaving." He said succinctly, without lingering, and turned to walk towards the terrace.

"Second Brother!" Tang Yuehua turned around abruptly, her eyes blurry with tears as she looked at his departing figure and called out unconsciously.

Tang Hao stopped at the edge of the terrace, but did not turn around.

"Take care." A thousand words choked in Tang Yuehua's throat, but in the end, they all boiled down to these two. She knew she couldn't keep him.

Tang Hao's figure paused slightly, then, like a wisp of smoke, silently merged into the night and disappeared.

……

Notting City, Notting Junior Soul Master Academy.

As evening fell, Cinderella, having finished her classes, walked alone toward the part-time student dormitory.

Tang San went to the blacksmith shop in the afternoon, saying he needed to process a batch of newly arrived metal materials and would be back later.

As she walked, she mentally checked her system panel. The increase in reputation points was still slow, which made her somewhat anxious.

Although life in Nottingham is relatively stable now, Cinderella knows the importance of strength, especially after Tang Hao left, this sense of unease has become even stronger.

You must find a way to gain reputation points faster and exchange them for resources in the system in order to better establish yourself in this world.

As she pondered, she unknowingly walked onto a relatively quiet path near the dormitory area.

Just then, an indescribable aura, carrying a faint smell of blood and a sense of oppression, appeared without warning not far in front of her.

Cinderella felt a chill and abruptly raised her head.

In the shadows around the bend of the path ahead, a tall figure stood quietly, seemingly out of nowhere.

The man was dressed in a long, black robe, his hat almost completely obscuring his face. But those eyes were all too familiar to Cinderella.

It's Tang Hao!

Cinderella's azure eyes widened instantly, she subconsciously took a half step back, her fingers unconsciously clenching her sleeves, her face filled with undisguised surprise.

She truly hadn't expected it. So much time had passed, and after she had almost gotten used to life without Tang Hao, this man would suddenly reappear without any warning.

Tang Hao looked at his adopted daughter, who had clearly grown taller and had become more beautiful. The genuine astonishment on her face seemed real.

He stepped out of the shadows, his heavy footsteps landing on the stone pavement, making almost no sound, yet carrying an invisible pressure.

He walked up to the Cinderella noodle shop, his tall figure almost completely obscuring her.

The smell of him, a mixture of dust and herbs, hit me.

"Cindy." Tang Hao spoke, his voice hoarse and deep, with a rough, worn quality.

Cinderella quickly suppressed the shock and panic in her heart, and forced a slightly uneasy and dependent expression on her face that was appropriate for her age and status.

"Dad?" Her voice trembled slightly with uncertainty.

"Why are you here? Where have you been all this time? My mistress and I were very worried about you."