Chapter 219: Mother-in-Law's Backstab

"No need to explain, sister will satisfy you," Zhu Zhuyun smiled eerily, yet gently uttered this vague sentence.

But hearing it in Xiao Wu's ears made her shiver inside, "What are you trying to do, you, you don't come closer…"

"Hmm! Sister gets it, sister is also a woman, knows you're saying one thing and meaning another," Zhu Zhuyun giggled, her tone laced with allure; if a man heard it, his beastly nature would likely erupt on the spot.

Xiao Wu grew increasingly terrified, having no clue what the witch who always kicks her butt intended, but it was certainly not something good, "You don't come…"

Zhu Zhuyun stopped teasing Xiao Wu, her gaze turning cold, cat-like claws pinching the white, smooth nape of Xiao Wu's neck, lifting her up.

"No, no…" Xiao Wu instinctively closed her eyes, her legs kicking wildly, her hands clutching Zhu Zhuyun's arm and struggling, her mouth continuously pleading.

But with her soul power sealed, how could she possibly break free from Zhu Zhuyun's grasp? Moreover, thanks to Yu Tianyun's training, Xiao Wu no longer dared to be defiant, never uttering a threatening word from start to finish, nor daring to curse anyone.

Immediately after, Xiao Wu felt as if she had been thrown into a warm embrace, and that embrace seemed very familiar.

She slightly opened her eyes, her whole body trembling at once, seeing Yu Tianyun staring at her with fiery eyes, like a big gray wolf about to devour the little white rabbit.

She had seen that look countless times today, fully aware of what was about to happen.

"You, don't…"

Before Xiao Wu could finish speaking, Yu Tianyun tightly hugged her, covering her red lips, and began to grope her exaggeratedly long thighs.

Perhaps because there were too many people around, Xiao Wu, overly shy, kept shielding the most crucial spots with her arms and hands; she knew it was useless, but at least it made Yu Tianyun's actions less convenient.

"Tianyun, let me help you."

Zhu Zhuyun clearly noticed this, gave a coquettish smile, directly manifested her martial soul, turning into a charming cat girl.

Then she cupped Xiao Wu's face, her eyes turning pink, a flash of light shining into Xiao Wu's eyes.

At once, Xiao Wu's gaze became hazy, her pretty face flushing red, even the coarse breath she exhaled grew scorching hot.

"So hot… I want…"

Xiao Wu felt as if she were inside a volcano, unbearably scorching, while Yu Tianyun's body was like a massive ice block emitting a mint scent, making her feel refreshed; any spot he touched became incredibly cool and comfortable.

Xiao Wu stopped resisting, wrapping herself around Yu Tianyun tightly like an octopus…

"Tsk tsk tsk, that little rabbit was just saying 'no no', and now it's quite pleased."

Zhu Zhuyun withdrew her martial soul, lazily lying on her side to watch the battle, but no one responded to her words.

She turned her head and saw everyone sprawled and asleep.

When she looked at Ning Rongrong, a disdainful smile appeared, "Hmph, what a useless thing, couldn't last two moves, yet grabbed so eagerly…"

Yu Tianyun, through each battle, had greatly refined his combat ability; each round lasted longer than the previous, fully restoring his condition, so Ning Rongrong's worries never materialized, but rather turned into a mess.

As she spoke, drowsiness crept in, and gradually Zhu Zhuyun also closed her eyes, cradling her sister's soft, delicate body, and fell into a sweet sleep.

The room was left with only the battle of a giant dragon versus a rabbit…

The long night stretched on; some people were warm and blissful, while others wore furrowed brows.

At this very moment, it was also in Tiandou Cheng.

In the attic of Yue Xuan, an elegant, ethereal noblewoman gazed at the unconscious rough man on the bed, sighing deeply, her beautiful brows filled with sorrow.

"Hao Ge…"

The stunning noblewoman looked at the one-armed, one-legged shabby man, showing no disdain, but rather compassion, tears streaming drop by drop.

If the aristocratic lords of Tiandou Cheng saw this heartbreaking picture of a beautiful woman shedding tears, they'd probably fight to the point of bloodied heads, just to console her.

This woman is the current sect master of the Clear Sky Sect and the Clear Sky Douluo, the only sister, the founder of Yue Xuan, Tang Yuehua!

The time jumps back to this afternoon; Tang Yuehua, after a busy morning, felt a bit tired and was lying on the bed taking a short nap.

Suddenly, the sound of a door opening echoed.

She thought it was a maid bringing tea and water, and paid no mind. Yet, shortly after, a faint scent of blood drifted into her nostrils, instantly putting her on guard.

She quickly got up to investigate; upon seeing, she felt as if frozen, her heart suddenly stopped, nearly blacking out.

Seeing the familiar yet strange man before her, her heart trembled uncontrollably, the pain in her chest making it hard to breathe.

Because the blood-soaked man lying before her was her brother who had vanished for over ten years.

Tang Hao lay before her, a faint breath the only proof he was still alive. Yet his condition was dire: his body drenched in fresh blood, his entire left leg severed at the root, his right arm missing, and his ragged hair like withered grass, as if painted by snow.

Tang Yuehua's body trembled slightly, her mind repeatedly recalling her brother's former glorious appearance.

Back then, her brother was hailed as the continent's most gifted Soul Master, brimming with youthful vigor and unbridled arrogance, later becoming the youngest Title Douluo on the continent.

At that time, he was so dazzling, so worthy of admiration.

But now, how could he become like this? She couldn't accept this cruel reality; already sentimental, tears instantly welled up, dripping down her cheeks, quickly soaking her chest, and she seemed to plunge into endless sorrow.

Tang Yuehua had thought that even if her brother were wanted by the Spirit Hall, his Title Douluo strength would still allow him a comfortable life.

But clearly, she had overestimated.

Seeing the tattered clothing on Tang Hao, she knew her brother had endured many hardships over the years.

Especially noting that Tang Hao's right arm and left leg were completely severed, her heart felt as if cut by a knife, her whole body trembling, nearly collapsing.

"Hao Ge…"

Tang Yuehua almost trembled as she cried out, collapsing in front of Tang Hao, her cherry lips quivering.

"Who did this? Hao Ge, wake up…"

Tang Yuehua's noblewoman aura vanished, as if she had gone mad, screaming continuously, yet no one answered. Tang Hao's eyes remained closed, his breathing extremely weak, appearing close to death.

Seeing this, Tang Yuehua bit her tongue hard, forced herself to hold back her grief, regained composure, then hurriedly lifted Tang Hao onto the bed and gave a simple bandage.

But she knew Tang Hao's injuries couldn't be healed by a simple bandage; she had to summon a healing-type Soul Master for treatment.

Thus, she called a guard to invite her close friend, the world's number one healing Soul Master—Ye Xing, mother of Ye Lingling.

She considered herself lucky; Ye Xing had just arrived in Tiandou Cheng that day, and was the first to visit her, so she knew Ye Xing's hotel was not far from Yue Xuan.

【9】 No line number 9 here; (skip)

Not long after, Ye Xing was summoned to Yue Xuan.

When she saw Tang Hao's severe injuries, she initially didn't mind, because for her, the continent's top healing Soul Master, although she couldn't resurrect severed limbs, she could easily cure such wounds.

Seeing Tang Yuehua's swollen, reddened eyes from crying, and the rough man before her missing an arm and a leg, Ye Xin's eyes flickered with hesitation, but she quickly made a decision.

Yellow, yellow, purple, purple, black, black, black—seven optimally matched soul rings rose from beneath her feet, and a pink-white begonia flower appeared in her hand.

Immediately, petal-shaped soul power fell onto Tang Hao.

The wounds on Tang Hao's body were healing at a visible speed, the flesh on the severed limbs wriggling, appearing to close soon.

But as she released soul power to heal Tang Hao, she discovered countless hidden injuries on him, his viscera teetering on the edge of rupture, especially his kidneys, one of which was already completely shattered.

With her level, she couldn't fully heal Tang Hao's injuries in one go, and that shattered kidney had no chance of recovery.

However, missing a kidney posed no problem for Tang Hao.

However, Ye Xin was shocked to find that Tang Hao was missing more than just two limbs; another part that made her face flush slightly had also been shattered.

Years of medical experience told her that the completely shattered part had been smashed by a blunt weapon.

The embarrassment flitted away; as a healer, she had seen more patient privacy than anyone.

Ye Xin clicked her tongue inwardly; though not a man, she understood how excruciating the pain would be after that part was injured.

It's said to be more painful than childbirth, let alone being crushed alive by a blunt weapon—that pain is unimaginable, absolutely a hundred times worse than being cleanly cut by a sharp blade.

Thinking of this, a flash of shock crossed her eyes.

How strong must one be to injure the Haotian Douluo before her like this? Is that Dragon Emperor Douluo really that powerful?

Indeed, combining the current situation with today's Tiandou royal family announcement, Ye Xin deduced that the man before her—no, he could no longer be called a man, but rather an old man in his twilight years.

At fifty-eight, Tang Hao's hair was snow-white and his face full of wrinkles; calling him an old man is no exaggeration—placed in an ordinary civilian household, he might even be living with four generations!

This old man before her, once the Haotian Douluo, the ruthless one who hammered to death the previous pope, had actually become this withered, twilight figure.

For a moment, Ye Xin couldn't help but sigh.

That said, the loss of Tang Hao's arm and leg, while appearing gruesome, also forced out years of stagnant blood within him, making it possible to fully heal his hidden injuries—a rare piece of good news amid many misfortunes.

"That Dragon Emperor Douluo is actually quite decent!" Ye Xin thought to herself.

In Ye Xin's view, the Dragon Emperor Douluo, despite being so offended, could spare Tang Hao's life and even give his hidden injuries a chance to recover—truly magnanimous to the extreme.

But seeing her close friend so distressed, Ye Xin hurriedly told Tang Yuehua the good news.

Tang Yuehua forced a faint smile, but her brows remained furrowed with worry.

Soon, as a Soul Saint with the Nine Heart Begonia martial soul, Ye Xin easily healed Tang Hao's seemingly terrifying injuries to a large extent, preserving his life.

However, to fully recover, he still needed treatment for a considerable period.

To be frank, Ye Xin actually didn't want to treat Tang Hao.

The Ye family is merely a name without real strength; relying on hanging a pot to heal the world and doing good deeds, they've earned a good reputation, which is why no one deliberately comes to cause trouble.

After all, if one were to attack such an organization, comparable to an International Red Cross, without just cause, they would surely become a public enemy of the continent.

This is also a major reason why Ning Fengzhi, the sect master of the First Assistance Sect, has long tolerated the Ye family's existence despite their competitive relationship.

But being inadvertently dragged into the turmoil of Title Douluo is undoubtedly a major hidden danger for the Ye family, especially this previously unheard-of Dragon Emperor Douluo, whose strength is great and background unknown, making her unable not to worry.

Yet when Ye Xin saw her few close friends so distressed, compounded by the drive of a healer's benevolence, she simply could not bear it.

However, thinking of her good son-in-law's background, she wasn't overly worried, musing to herself: "Lingling that girl married into the Lan Dian Ba Wang Sect, so she likely won't face too much trouble, and the Dragon Emperor Douluo deliberately spared Tang Hao's life, showing he doesn't care about this."

Who knows how Yu Tianyun will react when he learns his mother-in-law stabbed him in the back? Will he forgive her or punish her? "Ye sister, I hope you can stay temporarily at Moon Pavilion these days." Tang Yuehua tightly hugged Ye Xin's arm, speaking while gently wiping her tears.

"I will." Ye Xin gently helped her tidy her disheveled hair, but felt somewhat helpless inside.

……

Time returned to the present; Tang Yuehua looked at Tang Hao's pallid, paper‑white face, and though she knew he was out of mortal danger, her worry lingered like a shadow.

She had already postponed all her lessons, and would only consider resuming teaching once Tang Hao had fully recovered.

The tears in her eyes gradually dried, leaving her sclera covered in dense red veins, a frightful sight like that of a resentful woman.

Even though it was late at night, the anguish in her heart left her with no trace of sleepiness; in just this short half‑day, her visage had visibly waned.

She hated, hated that Dragon Emperor Douluo, why did he have to torment her elder brother so?

Even if they killed her elder brother, it would be better than becoming this neither‑male‑nor‑female wreck he is now.

Tang Yuehua couldn't imagine what that arrogant man in her eyes would do upon learning he was no longer a complete man.

She feared Tang Hao couldn't accept reality and might act irrationally.

(End of chapter)