Chapter 220: The Heavens Are Unfair!

220. Chapter 220: The Heavens Are Unfair!

After healing Tang Hao, Ye Xin told Tang Yuehua the information she had learned.

Long Huang Douluo, when he happened upon a Canghui Academy teacher harming a Tian Dou Imperial Academy student, intervened righteously, but later was ambushed by Tang Hao, and thus disabled Tang Hao's arm and leg…

This matter is now known to everyone in Tian Dou City.

Although the Tian Dou authorities have made no public statement, Tang Hao and Canghui Academy have effectively become pariah rats, with everyone calling for them to be beaten.

Tang Yuehua knows Tang Hao's temperament well; he could indeed do such a thing. Moreover, she suspects that Tang San's identity is likely her never‑met nephew.

Of course, regarding a nephew or anything, she has no mind to acknowledge it now; she only hopes Tang Hao recovers quickly.

If this had happened to someone else, she might have thought Long Huang Douluo was magnanimous, repaying resentment with virtue, not only bypassing those who offended him but also easing their hidden wounds—a true moral exemplar.

But when it actually happens to the person she cares about most, she finds it hard to remain objective.

Her hatred toward Long Huang Douluo has reached its peak; she has never hated anyone so intensely!

"Cough cough, water... water..."

Just as Tang Yuehua was lost in thought, Tang Hao suddenly let out a cough.

"The water's coming! The water's coming!"

Tang Yuehua hurriedly got up, poured a cup of warm water she had prepared earlier, helped Tang Hao up, and gently fed it to him.

In her gaze toward Tang Hao, there was not only a sister's concern for her brother but also a wife's love for her husband.

No one knows that the pure‑as‑a‑saint Lady of the Moon Pavilion, Tang Yuehua, once fell in love with someone she absolutely should not have loved.

It was her own older brother, Tang Hao! Yet such a feeling is unacceptable to the world. Even if people can accept the relationship between Yu Xiao Gang and Liu Erlong, they could never accept Tang Yuehua and Tang Hao's.

After all, they are true full‑blood siblings! If this were exposed, their Clear Sky Sect would become the continent's biggest laughingstock. Moreover, she knows Tang Hao is a die‑hard sect slave who cares most about the sect's reputation and would certainly refuse her unrealistic fantasy.

Thus, Tang Yuehua has kept this feeling buried deep within, unknown to anyone.

Yet she still cannot let go of Tang Hao. She feels her heart can no longer accommodate any love, which is why she has remained unmarried.

That is also why her hatred toward that Long Huang Douluo runs so deep; even the secret fantasy of having a physical relationship with Tang Hao has been shattered, which for a man is akin to a wife's theft.

However, being able to stay by Tang Hao's side now and briefly assume the role of a wife gives her a slight comfort.

Ye Xin, Ye Lingling's mother, lost her husband early and remained a widowed woman for many years; as an older single lady with a similarly cool and gentle temperament, after a few encounters they found great rapport and naturally became close confidantes.

"Brother Hao, are you feeling better?" Tang Yuehua picked up a damp towel and gently wiped Tang Hao's forehead.

……

On the other side, in a dormitory of the Tian Dou Imperial Academy, Fland was earnestly consoling Yu Xiao Gang.

"Xiao Gang, Master Masno has already said that the third child is not seriously injured; you should eat something quickly, otherwise your body will collapse."

Before heading to the Moon Pavilion, Tang Hao first sent Tang San to the Tian Dou Imperial Academy. In his view, keeping Tang San at the academy now is safer than having him follow him.

Now his cultivation has dropped to level 75, and he doesn't know if he can survive. Rather than letting Tang San follow him, it's better to leave him beside Yu Xiao Gang.

After all, the Spirit Hall has been hunting him; in his current state, the Spirit Hall would surely act on any hint, and then he would find it hard to protect Tang San fully, possibly even being dragged down by Tang San as a burden.

The Tian Dou Imperial Academy has three teaching committees, and Yu Xiao Gang's status as the son of the Lan Dian Ba Wang Sect leader is also present; coupled with his ambiguous relationship with Bi Bi Dong, it is the safest place for Tang San.

As for that Long Huang Douluo, he has come to realize that the other party might truly not be a member of the Yang Clan; perhaps he really misunderstood.

Otherwise, he wouldn't have stood by while he fled with Tang San.

Nevertheless, Tang Hao's hatred toward Long Huang Douluo has not lessened at all, because his entire lineage was truly cut off by the other, leaving him no choice but to hate.

Yu Xiao Gang treated Fland's words like wind in his ears, letting them pass through without a reaction, like a walking corpse, staring blankly at Tang San.

He deeply regrets why he agreed to let Tang San leave alone.

He keeps thinking that if he had refused Tang San's request then, perhaps these events wouldn't have occurred; at the same time, he can't help but blame Tang Hao.

Not to mention making his son care for him since the age of two, and only bringing trouble to his son.

From the start, Tang San was placed opposite the Spirit Hall, the continent's most powerful force, and now he has inexplicably provoked the strong.

"Damn it, he's a troublemaker!"

Now he's hit a dead end, satisfied? If it weren't for insufficient strength, Yu Xiao Gang would love to cut Tang Hao to pieces.

"How can a father be like that?"

"What a wonderful child, yet he doesn't know how to cherish!"

Do you understand the value of innate full soul power and Dual Birth Martial Soul? Yu Xiao Gang sincerely wishes he were Tang San's father; that would make proving himself much easier.

Why does that brute have such a uniquely gifted son? He doesn't deserve him at all!

Thinking of this, Yu Xiao Gang looked up at the minimalist ceiling, a faint firelight in his eyes, and shouted, "The heavens are unfair!"

"Indeed, the heavens are unfair!" Fland, who thought he was speaking up for Tang San, also felt a sense of agreement, thinking Tang San had indeed been unlucky lately, going out without checking the almanac.

Already short and weak, he was also mistakenly injured by his own teacher, losing a testicle.

But that's nothing; at least it can still barely function.

This time, however, it was total—completely gone, leaving only shattered, rotten flesh.

When Fland recalled the scene he saw just after returning to the academy, a chill rose in his heart and his legs instinctively tightened.

For a man, that is probably harder to accept than death.

He shook his head, sighing heavily; it was sheer misfortune, as if bad luck itself hadn't even opened the door, misfortune to the extreme.

And Xiao Wu was also lost; although Xiao Wu's martial soul isn't particularly strong, its combat ability and cultivation speed are, in his eyes, monster‑level, which he deeply regrets.

But what could he do? Not to mention whether Xiao Wu was taken by that Long Huang Douluo; even if so, he wouldn't dare claim him!

One slap—or even a single finger—could probably crush him to death.

"Alas!" Fland sighed, then continued to comfort Yu Xiao Gang, "Xiao Gang, now that things have come to this, worrying more is useless; you should rest first!"

……

Time slipped by silently; the sky began to glow faintly, and a pale fish‑belly white hue rose slowly in the distant east. At this moment, many figures were already moving back and forth on the streets of Tian Dou City. They were early‑rising, busy commoners who, to live better in the capital of the Tian Dou Empire, had to work even harder.

However, their faces showed little complaint; instead, they wore satisfied smiles, seemingly quite content with the current situation.

Indeed, being able to live in this big city, they can already be considered "successful people".

Ordinary things are actually enough to satisfy them; as long as they have something to eat, they feel happy.

Moreover, compared with those farmers who labor hard in the fields for food, they are undoubtedly happier and enjoy a higher quality of life.

These people busy with making a living have not noticed that about ten thousand meters above their heads, a black silhouette has silently appeared. The silhouette remains motionless, hanging high in the sky like a star that has not yet faded.

If a Title Douluo gazed at the high sky, they would probably let out a gasp of amazement.

The black silhouette is clearly a robust, fair‑faced man.

Being able to hover motionlessly at ten thousand meters for a long time must mean he is a strong Title Douluo. Ordinary Title Douluos find it very difficult to fly to that altitude, let alone remain still as he does.

……

Yu Tianyun sits cross‑legged in this void with a leisurely, contented demeanor.

He has been meditating here for a while. His obsidian‑like eyes stare intently at the increasingly bright fish‑belly white in the distance.

He slowly inhales through the tip of his nose, then exhales gently from his mouth; the breath flows long and rhythmic, as if forming a wonderful cycle.

At that moment, his eyes widened slightly, and in the gradually brightening fish‑belly white on the horizon, a faint wisp of purple smoke seemed to flash.

If an ordinary person were present, they would probably not notice, but for him it is evident down to the smallest detail.

The purple smoke, or rather purple qi, is a violet light taking on a smoky form. Seeing this, Yu Tianyun's face shows a hint of joy, and his spirit becomes a bit more focused.

His breathing remains perfectly steady, and his eyes stay fixed on that fleeting purple qi.

Time passes swiftly; when the morning sun has fully risen, that final wisp of purple qi has already vanished completely.

Yu Tianyun then reluctantly closes his eyes, exhaling a long breath of turbid air. A white stream of gas, like a white horse, shoots from his mouth and then dissipates among the clouds.

After sitting in silence for a short while, Yu Tianyun opens his eyes again. Whether because of the earlier purple qi or for another reason, his deep eyes suddenly glimmer with a faint violet light. Though the violet flash was brief, it was distinctly present.

Yu Tianyun sighs dejectedly, "The mental power boost from this Purple Extreme Demon Eye is still too small, only comparable to the increase from a single day's operation of my mental soul core."

"If one does not contemplate carefully, the improvement may go unnoticed. Even at this ten‑thousand‑meter altitude, the time the purple qi arrives from the east is still too brief."

Yu Tianyun feels a slight disappointment in his heart, and a trace of helplessness appears on his face.

"An external boost is still more substantial!"

"Perhaps my current mental power is too high. If this boost were applied to Zhu Qing and the others, it would surely be a considerable advancement."

Thinking of this, Yu Tianyun smiles brightly.

He is indeed a bit too greedy, and aside from the fact that the Purple Extreme Demon Eye itself requires years of grinding, at his current mental power level the next stage is transformation into divine consciousness. By the standards of twenty thousand years later, that means he is about to reach the Divine Primordial Realm.

With this level of mental power, achieving a noticeable breakthrough is naturally very difficult.

Unless he absorbs another Dragon King‑level dragon soul, or a head soul bone of mental attribute, and it must be at least a fifty‑thousand‑year‑old ferocious‑beast‑grade head soul bone.

Otherwise, relying solely on the boost from the Purple Extreme Demon Eye and the mental soul core, it would take him at least several decades to reach the Divine Primordial Realm.

However, he does not intend to abandon cultivating the Purple Extreme Demon Eye. After all, it is a method that can continuously increase mental power, whereas a dragon soul or soul bone can only provide a one‑time boost.

The meal was satisfying, yet he still clearly distinguishes priorities: at most he loses a bit of time with a beloved lady, and he still knows what is urgent. With that thought, his gaze falls on the villa beneath his feet, smaller than dust.

His eyes are more than a hundred times sharper than an eagle's, able not only to see the debris on the roof but also to peer through eaves and floors, taking in everything inside the rooms.

Last night, he wielded the Blue Lightning Tyrant Spear, flipping each of those female demons one by one, successfully establishing an unshakable family throne.

Even the most stubborn‑mouthed little rabbit begged and wailed incessantly under his spear, its throat hoarse. In the end, it knelt at his feet, swearing never to defy his dragon visage again.

At this moment, most of the women in the room remain asleep; only three have awakened, namely Xiao Wu, Ning Rongrong, and Yang Ruolin.

The three each found a corner, sat cross‑legged, as if diligently cultivating.

Seeing this scene, Yu Tianyun's mouth twitched upward slightly.

These three were not secretly competing behind others' backs; they were forcibly awakened by Yu Tianyun's great staff.

He tossed the three soul bones he collected yesterday to the three, for them to absorb.

The soul bone from that era naturally "returns to its original owner" and was given to Ning Rongrong. Though its age is under fifty thousand years, it fits her perfectly.

Since soul bones can later be aged further with divine power, Yu Tianyun does not hesitate much.

As for Tang Hao's two soul bones, they are strength‑type, and only Yang Ruolin and Xiao Wu are most suitable.

Yu Tianyun knows those two bones are two of the three great inheritance soul bones of the Clear Sky Sect, of excellent quality and aged up to eighty thousand years, making them rare soul bones, truly worthy of the Blood River Treasure.

The right‑arm bone was given to Yang Ruolin to absorb; her martial soul is the Break Soul Spear, and the boost to her right‑arm strength will greatly enhance her combat ability, with attributes that match perfectly.

The Break Soul Spear martial soul lacks natural element attributes; only strength and metal attributes are suitable.

Xiao Wu, on the other hand, absorbed the left‑leg bone.

Xiao Wu's martial soul is her own body—the Soft‑Bone Enchanting Rabbit; this martial soul has no special attributes, at most a hint of mental attribute, and its mental attribute is not strong.

As for her soul skills, they are all focused on survival. Although each skill seems powerful—such as Charm, Instant Teleport, Invincible Golden Body, Void, Clone, etc. —apart from Charm being slightly weaker, the rest are each more bizarre than the last. Strangely, when these bizarre soul skills are combined, they make her the second‑weakest hundred‑thousand‑year soul beast (the weakest being the hundred‑thousand‑year Tian‑Dream Ice Silkworm; only a million‑year Tian‑Dream Ice Silkworm can handle the most ordinary hundred‑thousand‑year soul beast). Still, Xiao Wu is a bit weak, yet she does have offensive power, especially her two thick, powerful long legs.

It's a tight (jin) grip! It fascinates him greatly.

"Tsk tsk tsk." At the thought, Yu Tianyun's face is full of lingering savor.

Moreover, he thinks giving only the great staff without sweet dates wouldn't work.

He must combine kindness and force to make this little rabbit submit completely!

The only thing he doesn't realize is that his so‑called "force" may also be seen as "kindness" in Xiao Wu's eyes.

As his big cat once said, it may say "no, no" with its mouth, but its body is honestly obedient. (End of chapter)