Chapter 66: My Mother Is a Plant?

"Body... so hot..."

In a daze, Tang Yuehua felt her whole body burning with unbearable heat.

She seemed to have fallen into a dream.

In the dream, she completely released the loneliness she had suppressed for many years.

"Could it be... because of Xiao San...?"

Zhou Yu silently moved his hands to her back, then slid them around her waist...

"..."

Tang Yuehua finally could not hold back; she slowly opened her beautiful eyes, seeing the reflection in the mirror.

She vaguely saw a pair of strange hands gradually creeping upward.

"Xiao... Xiao San..."

She intended to speak and stop him, but discovered her voice was so weak.

Zhou Yu not only did not stop, but became even more unrestrained.

—Woo-hoo

Tang Yuehua, shocked and pale, turned her head tremblingly and called out weakly, "Xiao San, you... what are you doing...?"

"Am I not just doing my utmost to soothe your muscles and bones for you?"

A cold smile curled Zhou Yu's lips; he leaned close to her ear and whispered softly beside the skin flushed red with shame.

Tang Yuehua's whole body went soft and limp; she involuntarily fell into the other's arms.

With a hint of crying in her voice, she begged for mercy continuously.

But Zhou Yu's hand movements never stopped for a moment.

"..."

Ashamed beyond measure, Tang Yuehua quickly closed her eyes tightly.

At this moment, she finally realized the crux of the problem.

"Could it be... that dessert...?"

Unfortunately, she only realized it now; everything was already too late.

In no time, Zhou Yu had completely broken through this woman, beautiful as an immortal and noble and elegant.

After a long while, Tang Yuehua still retained the last shred of reason; a final sliver of hope remained in her heart.

"Xiao San is at an age of youthful vigor; plus he matured early, so he must have been suppressed for too long, which is why he did this to me..."

She believed that once Tang San vented, he would regain his reason.

But very soon, she realized she was too naive.

Zhou Yu knew she had completely lost the ability to resist, so he lifted her entire body by the waist and walked toward the large bed in the room.

Tang Yuehua's eyes were hazy; her last shred of hope was utterly shattered as Zhou Yu laid her flat on the bed.

The next day, dawn.

Tang Yuehua lay in bed, her expression dazed, her heart full of desolation.

That night had become the most horrifying and unforgettable night of her life.

A indescribable sorrow surged in Tang Yuehua's heart; tears slid down her cheeks unconsciously.

She never dreamed that beneath Tang San's gentle and elegant exterior lay such an evil side, like a wolf in sheep's clothing.

For several consecutive days, Tang Yuehua locked herself in her room, seeing no one.

Even when Tang San came, she ordered the servants to turn him away at the door.

Tang San knew his father must have some important information or item to give him, so he graduated early and left Yuexuan.

Outside Tiandou City, Tang San no longer restrained his speed; he unfolded his form and flew at full speed.

The sheepskin map Tang Hao had given him, he had already memorized clearly. He did not need to look again; he could easily find the correct direction.

In the deep valley, only the waterfall rushed down, its roaring sound echoing endlessly.

All other things were immersed in a profound silence, so quiet it seemed one could hear the footsteps of time passing lightly.

Tang San's gaze shifted, searching for his father's figure.

"You have returned."

Suddenly, a low voice seemed to sound beside his ear.

Tang San turned sharply and saw Tang Hao standing quietly by the pool, but supporting his body was only one leg.

The entire left leg was severed at the root; his right arm had also disappeared.

At this moment, standing there was actually a one-armed old man.

"... Dad"

Tang Hao, having lost an arm and a leg, appeared very calm; the expression on his face was not as severe or stiff as before.

Instead, he wore a faint smile, looking at the son who made him proud.

He raised his hand and patted Tang San's head: "It is good you came; I have been waiting for you."

"Who, Dad, who injured you like this...?"

Tang San asked what he already knew; if it were an enemy, how could Tang Hao, in such a state, have escaped alive?

His Killing God Domain forcibly activated; in an instant, the surrounding air became icy cold.

Tang Hao's smile did not fade: "Foolish boy, what are you doing?"

His gaze fixed on Tang San: "No one could injure me like this; it was myself. One year ago, after I returned here, I severed my own right arm and left leg."

"Why?"

Tang San asked in surprise.

Tang Hao smiled calmly: "Actually, I am already a cripple. Come with me; Father will take you to a place."

As Tang Hao spoke, he waved his remaining left arm, soul power surged, and he leaped into the air.

Though he had only one leg, his speed was still astonishing, flying directly toward the waterfall.

The waterfall was pushed backward by the immense force of the Clear Sky Hammer, moving more than half a zhang.

Tang Hao's sole remaining left hand pressed lightly against the stone wall behind the waterfall; the rock, which seemed perfectly seamless, miraculously indented, slowly revealing a hidden door.

Tang San had never imagined such a place existed behind the waterfall, but he did not think much of it and followed straight in.

"Xiao San, come here and kneel."

Tang Hao pointed to his side, bent his single leg, and sat down just like that.

Tang San stepped forward a few paces and knelt before a stalk of Blue Silver Grass as his father had instructed.

"A Yin, I have brought our son to see you."

"Our son has grown up now; he inherited your beauty and is even more outstanding than I am."

"Do you see? Our son has come."

Tang Hao's expression suddenly turned extraordinarily gentle; he stroked the Blue Silver Grass leaf, which bore faint golden patterns, with extreme tenderness.

"My mother is a grass?"

Tang San was utterly shocked, staring blankly at the Blue Silver Grass before him, which seemed to sway slightly and emitted a soft aura.

Tang San finally realized that half of the bloodline of a Hundred Thousand Year Spirit Beast flowed within him...

"Mother..."

He could no longer hold back; he prostrated himself on the ground and wept bitterly.

In such an atmosphere, Tang Hao and Tang San, the two father and son, did not know how much time passed.

Only when Tang San's soul power could no longer sustain the Blue Silver Domain and the Blue Silver Grass released from his body slowly receded did they gradually come to their senses.

(End of this chapter)