Reborn in Douyi: Huo Yuhao and his wife kill Tang San!

Instead of choosing the distant Soul Hunting Forest, Tang Hao found a medium-sized soul beast settlement nearby.

With his Title Douluo-level insight, he quickly identified a suitable plant-type soul beast.

"Hey, look at that 'lone bamboo'."

Tang Hao pointed to a straight and slender bamboo growing in a crevice in the rock.

"Approximately four hundred years of cultivation. The Guzhu (孤竹) is incredibly resilient, which aligns perfectly with the control and resilience your Blue Silver Grass (蓝银草) martial soul seeks. It's a perfect first soul ring."

Tang San looked at the lone bamboo and felt a strange sense of familiarity with the scene, but upon closer inspection, it was all vague.

He nodded. A four-hundred-year-old spirit ring is already top-grade for a first spirit ring.

The absorption process went smoothly. Tang San's Xuan Tian Gong internal energy combined with his soul power, easily absorbing the energy of the Gu Zhu soul ring.

His soul power successfully broke through to level twelve.

Tang Hao asked impatiently, "Little San, quickly check what your first soul skill is? The toughness of the Lone Bamboo should give the Blue Silver Grass extremely strong binding or piercing abilities, right?"

Tang San was also full of anticipation. He activated his soul power, and the Blue Silver Grass spread out from his palm.

However, the moment the soul skill was activated, both he and Tang Hao were stunned.

The blue silver grass quickly became straight and hard, like a long, flexible pole.

Tang San subconsciously braced himself against the ground with the "Blue Silver Grass Stalks," and his body sprang up lightly with a "whoosh."

He jumped more than ten meters away and landed steadily.

Tang San: "..."

Tang Hao: "..."

The father and son looked at each other, and an awkward silence filled the air.

"First Soul Skill... Blue Silver Pole Vault?"

Tang San's lips twitched slightly as he looked at the Blue Silver Grass in his hand, which was rapidly returning to its soft state, his feelings complicated.

This is far from the control skills he had envisioned!

It's not even as good as Blue Silver (the mother's) Entanglement.

Four hundred years of Guzhu, and this is all they gave us?

Assisted jump?

Although the jumps are quite high and far, and the agility is greatly increased, doesn't this style seem a bit off?

Tang Hao coughed lightly, trying to salvage the situation:

"Son! Uh... this soul skill, well, it's quite practical. It should be very useful for dodging attacks or traversing terrain in crucial moments."

However, his tone sounded somewhat forced.

Tang San sighed helplessly, having no choice but to accept reality.

……

Wuhun City, the Pope's Palace.

Inside the grand and solemn hall, Pope Bibidon leaned lazily against her magnificent throne, her long, straight legs, wrapped in a white and gold robe, casually crossed.

She closed her eyes, her fingertips lightly tapping the armrest, seemingly dozing, or perhaps deep in thought.

Suddenly, the light in the hall dimmed slightly, and a ghostly figure appeared silently below the steps, kneeling on one knee. It was none other than Ghost Douluo Ghost Phantom.

"Your Holiness the Pope." The ghostly voice was low and hoarse.

"In the Fasno Province, near Notting City, in the area of ​​Holy Soul Village and Soul King Village, intense fluctuations of Title Douluo-level soul power were detected a few days ago, suggesting a battle may have taken place. One of the parties involved bears a striking resemblance to Tang Hao, the Clear Sky Douluo recorded in history."

Bibi Dong slowly opened her eyes, revealing a pair of deep and beautiful purple eyes.

At this moment, it gleamed with an intriguing light:

"Oh? A battle at the Title Douluo level? Tang Hao... after disappearing for so many years, has finally reappeared? Do you know why?"

The ghost respectfully replied:

"Before the battle broke out, Su Yuntao, the deacon of the Notting City Spirit Branch Hall, reported that one child from Holy Spirit Village and one child from Soul King Village had awakened with innate full spirit power. The Holy Spirit Village's child was Tang San, whose spirit was Blue Silver Grass; the Soul King Village's child was Huo Yuhao, whose spirit seemed to be an eye-like type."

Bibi Dong's slender fingers lightly tapped the armrest, a playful smile curving her lips: "Tang San, Tang Hao... both surnamed Tang, both from Holy Soul Village. Blue Silver Grass, innate full soul power? Interesting. What about Huo Yuhao?"

Ghostly: "According to our investigation, Tang Hao, Tang San, and Huo Yuhao are all currently missing, and there are signs of them leaving in a hurry at their residences. The battle took place near Soul King Village, where Huo Yuhao is located."

Bibi Dong's eyes flashed, and she sat up straight: "So, Tang Hao's appearance is very likely related to Huo Yuhao, who possesses innate full soul power? Perhaps Huo Yuhao has already fallen into Tang Hao's hands?"

Although she killed Qian Xunji with her own hands, everyone knows that the previous pope "died at the hands of Tang Hao".

As the Pope of the Spirit Hall, whether for political reasons or to consolidate his authority, pursuing Tang Hao was a necessary step.

Moreover, it also involves two geniuses with innate full soul power. One of them may be Tang Hao's son, and the other may be controlled or recruited by him.

Ghostly Appearance: "This subordinate dares not make a definitive judgment, but the possibility is extremely high."

Bibi Dong hesitated for a moment, then her voice regained its coldness and authority: "Now that Tang Hao has shown himself, we cannot let him go."

"Ghostly Charm, you and Yue Guan go together. The primary objective is to locate Tang Hao, and capture him alive if possible. Secondly, find Tang San and Huo Yuhao."

"Especially Huo Yuhao, with his innate full soul power in his eye-type martial soul... I'm very interested. Remember, capture him alive if possible."

"Yes, sir!" The ghostly figure slowly dissipated.

Chrysanthemum Douluo Yue Guan's voice came from the shadows, tinged with excitement: "Your Holiness, I will not fail you."

Two powerful auras quietly left the Papal Palace and headed towards the province of Fasno.

……

Meanwhile, on the outskirts of the Star Dou Great Forest.

Wang Dong'er held Huo Yuhao's little hand as they strolled through the slightly shady woods.

She concealed her aura as a Title Douluo, only emitting faint fluctuations of soul power to drive away some weaker soul beasts so as not to disturb them.

The two did not rush to explore further along their journey.

"Yuhao, are you sure Brother Tianmeng... is really here?" Wang Dong'er asked softly, parting a clump of drooping vines.

The Starry Sky Forest is vast and boundless; even just looking at its outer edges, searching for the Heavenly Dream Ice Silkworm is like finding a needle in a haystack.

Huo Yuhao closed his eyes and concentrated, his Spirit Eye Martial Soul slightly activating.

He could feel that familiar, intimate calling from the depths of his spiritual sea was much clearer than it had been in Soul King Village, and it pointed in a certain direction of the forest.

"Hmm, it feels clearer now." Huo Yuhao opened his eyes, a dazzling starlight flashing in his blue eyes.

"It's calling me in this direction. Dong'er, let's search slowly, there's no rush."

Looking at his earnest little face, Wang Dong'er felt a wave of tenderness wash over her.

She crouched down and gently pinched his cheek: "Okay, I'll help you look. But be careful, stay close to me, and don't wander off."

After walking deeper into the forest for about fifteen minutes, a vast, pure, yet somewhat languid and cunning spiritual fluctuation precisely enveloped Huo Yuhao.

Wang Dong'er instantly became alert, a cold glint flashing in her beautiful eyes, and subconsciously pulled Huo Yuhao behind her.

The soul power and spiritual power at the Title Douluo level are ready to be unleashed.

She could sense that the "quality" of this spiritual power was extremely high, but the "quantity" seemed somewhat unstable, and... it carried a strange sense of familiarity.