Douluo Continent: The True Body and Blood Soul, Starting from Blacksmithing

Chapter 110 A Heart Full of Sorrow, A Dog Without a Home (Bonus Chapter)

Lin Yu raised her head and looked at Tang Hao.

Tang Hao revealed the lower half of his face from the shadow of his black robe and hood, his jawline taut and his stubble longer than the night before.

He nodded slightly in Lin Yu's direction, his expression solemn.

Lin Yu clicked his tongue inwardly. Last night, he said with a heavy expression, "I can't kill him," but today he took the initiative to say that he could kill him.

This change of attitude is ridiculously fast.

But then he realized what was going on. He had given the soul bone to himself last night, and today he had handed it over to Tang San intact.

Perhaps it was her decisiveness that changed Tang Hao's mind.

Lin Yu shook her head. The shake wasn't large, but it was firm.

A hint of regret flashed in Tang Hao's eyes. He thought Lin Yu was considering his feelings and felt that this was putting him in a difficult position.

Tang Hao rubbed his fingers together, sighed silently in his heart, and was about to make a note of this favor.

Then he saw Lin Yu write a few words on the note and casually toss it back.

The note tumbled through the air a few times before Tang Hao caught it. He unfolded it and saw only a few cold words on it.

"We can cripple him."

Tang Hao fell silent. His fingers gripped the thin piece of paper, its edges curling slightly under the pressure of his knuckles.

He really wanted to ask Titan, the patriarch of the Power Clan: What exactly did I do to offend you?

Tang Hao remembered Titan of the Power Clan. That old guy, who was as strong as a purebred earth bear, was short-tempered but loyal and righteous. Back in the Clear Sky Sect, he was one of his staunch supporters.

When the Spirit Hall was hunting down the remnants of the Clear Sky Sect, the Power Clan, lacking the protection of the Clear Sky Sect, was used as a scapegoat by the Spirit Hall, resulting in the deaths of countless clansmen. Titan never surrendered.

He was willing to go against his conscience and attack Titan today because he weighed Lin Yu's kindness to Tang San against his own conscience, and finally made this decision in a moment of impulse.

However, "killing" and "crippling" are completely different in nature.

Killing someone settles a score. Destroying them means making them suffer every single day of the rest of their life.

Lin Yu sat on the rock, put the pen back into her storage soul tool, and unconsciously clenched and unclenched her fingers.

Through the black-robed figure behind Tang San, his gaze was fixed on something much farther away.

That was me at six years old, when I had just arrived in Tiandou City and was less than half my current height.

At that time, he had just become Liu Erlong's disciple, just discovered the weakness of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Martial Soul, and just figured out a little bit of the Thousand Refinement technique. He was trembling with fear at every step.

At that time, he felt that the Power Clan was very similar to himself, both of them were in the same boat, and perhaps they could cooperate and achieve mutual benefit. He sincerely wanted to cooperate with the Power Clan.

As a result, that old bastard Titan, at his most vulnerable moment, showed up at his door as Contra, looking down at him condescendingly, and immediately asked him to become his disciple.

A stray dog, driven to Heaven Dou City by the Spirit Hall, turned around and rode on its own head, acting like its master.

More importantly, Titan's arrival made Lin Yu realize his situation.

Having transmigrated to this world all alone, am I not just like a stray dog? No family, no support, no way out.

Both were homeless dogs, so why did Titan think he was superior? Why did he look at him with such pity and condescension? Why did he block his only escape route, smugly believing he had him cornered?

From that moment on, he sentenced the entire Gelug clan to death in his heart.

This is a messy account with no room for negotiation: it has nothing to do with stance, right or wrong, or interests.

He wanted to destroy the Power Clan. He wanted everyone in the Power Clan, including Titans, to bow their heads before him once and never be able to raise them again.

He wanted to make them look like human beings for once, to make them look like stray dogs who could never raise their heads in front of him.

Lin Yu never expected Tang Hao to help her.

Why was the Power Clan hunted down by the Spirit Hall in the first place?

It was because Tang Hao severely injured the former Pope of the Spirit Hall for the sake of that 100,000-year-old soul beast that the former Pope indirectly died from his injuries.

Because of Tang Hao's impulsiveness, the Clear Sky Sect was forced to close its mountain by the Spirit Hall, and the Power Clan was abandoned by the Clear Sky Sect and became the punching bag for the Spirit Hall's various levels to vent their anger.

Given Tang Hao's personality, he will always owe the Power Clan a blood debt.

In this context, asking Tang Hao to attack Titan would be like asking someone who already owes Titan's entire family to deliver the final blow. It's simply impossible.

But Lin Yu never expected that today, just by giving Tang Hao the soul bone that Tang Hao had given her last night to Tang San, Tang Hao would be willing to go against his conscience and attack the patriarch of the Power Clan.

If Tang Hao intervenes, it goes beyond what Lin Yu can achieve on his own. For the Haotian Douluo, whom the patriarch of the Power Clan most admires, to personally beat a fallen dog, the Power Clan would truly be considered a pack of stray dogs.

The humiliation of having one's spine broken by the very master one once revered is a thousand times greater than being defeated by an outsider.

Tang Hao stood in the shade of the tree, silent for a long time.

As Tang San's breathing rhythm gradually stabilized and the absorption of the soul bone came to an end, the green light on the surface of the Medusa soul bone gradually dimmed.

His fingers gripped the note, squeezing and releasing it repeatedly, the writing on it becoming slightly blurred by the sweat on his palms.

Haotian Douluo would never go back on his word. Nor would he do something like kicking someone when they're down.

These two bottom lines were what he had been proud of his whole life, but now they were cornered by the four cold words on Lin Yu's note.

He finally raised his eyes from his black robe, his bloodshot eyes staring directly at Lin Yu. His lips moved slightly, and his Adam's apple bobbed up and down as if he wanted to say something, but he swallowed it back in the end.

Lin Yu saw all his struggles but felt no sympathy whatsoever.

He didn't intend to pressure Tang Hao too much. Since Tang Hao was willing to do this, Lin Yu wasn't afraid that he wouldn't take action.

The better he treated Tang San, the more Tang Hao owed him a debt of gratitude.

He would give Tang Hao a glimmer of hope for revenge against the Spirit Hall at the right time, and he didn't believe that Tang Hao could hold onto the reins of his conscience forever.

Taking revenge on one's own is never quite the same. To have Tang Hao, the former master, personally beat a drowning dog—just thinking about the expression on that drowning dog's face makes one's blood boil.

Lin Yu stood up from the rock, brushed the pebbles off his robe, and left a sentence on a new piece of paper.

"Senior, I was just asking casually, please don't take it seriously."

Tang Hao looked at the line of text, and his tense shoulders finally relaxed.

He exhaled a long breath, which condensed into a white mist in the cool air before quickly dissipating.

He looked up at Lin Yu and could see the disappointment and regret clearly written in Lin Yu's eyes, but he couldn't speak at the moment.

Tang Hao could only nod simply. His black robe billowed silently in the shadows of the trees, and he vanished at the other end of the grove.