Chapter 137: Tang San Tries to Kill Ah Yin
As the true emperor of the Blue Silver Grass, Ah Yin understood her race better than anyone. Their kind was known for its immense vitality—but never for malice.
There had never been, and could never be, a Blue Silver Grass born with an evil attribute.
Yet she could clearly feel it now—the aura emanating from Tang San's Blue Silver Grass was not from a spirit ring or an external influence. It originated from the grass itself.
His Blue Silver Grass was inherently evil.
So it was true—this person before her was not her child.
Ah Yin's conviction deepened: even if this body was her son's, the soul inside it was not.
If Luo Ling were present to hear her thoughts, he would have laughed out loud.
The evil attribute Tang San gained through offering sacrifices to the Primordial God had now convinced his own mother that he wasn't really her son.
The irony was bitter indeed.
Before the Ice and Fire Yin Yang Well, both Flender and Tang San stood ready to strike at the menacing Blue Silver Grass before them.
Though a two-thousand-year-old spirit beast wasn't powerful by itself, it was still dangerous enough to warrant caution.
"Dean! Let me handle this," Tang San said coldly, glaring at the Blue Silver Grass. The bloodied wound across his face still throbbed painfully.
He stepped forward, and his own Blue Silver Grass surged into the air, colliding against Ah Yin's with a flash of crimson and blue.
The two clashed fiercely, evenly matched for the moment.
Ah Yin's vines lashed like whips. Though her current power was sealed at two thousand years, she was once the Blue Silver Emperor, and her combat ability far surpassed ordinary beasts of that level.
The battle grew heated. Tang San's expression darkened in frustration.
How was it possible that as a level 39 Spirit Elder, he could only fight this creature to a standstill?
Gritting his teeth, he reached for his waist and threw several hidden weapons into the air.
The weapons whistled through the light, slicing toward the Blue Silver Grass—but her regenerative power was astounding, mending every wound almost instantly.
Tang San's glare hardened. The life force coming from this plant was too strong—unreasonably strong.
He couldn't help remembering what the Evil Master had once told him in the Great Spirit Arena: if he had focused on developing the vitality aspect of his Blue Silver Grass earlier, his strength would now be far greater.
Time dragged on. Watching from the side, Flender finally grew restless.
"Xiao San, let me finish it. We don't know what other dangers might be here. Let's kill this Blue Silver Grass quickly and get out before Xiao Gang starts worrying!"
Tang San took a deep breath and shook his head. "Don't worry, Dean. I'll kill it myself!"
His expression turned cold. Behind him, eight grotesque spider legs burst out, gleaming with an eerie purple sheen. He sprang forward like a monstrous spider lunging for prey.
Ah Yin immediately fell to a disadvantage. Using Ghost Shadow Perplexing Track alongside the Eight Spider Spears, Tang San's movements became impossibly swift—her vines couldn't keep up.
He closed in, ready to shred her with his spears—when a sudden sense of danger gripped him.
A black feather sliced through the air like an arrow, speeding straight toward him.
Someone else was here.
Tang San reacted instinctively, pulling back with his Eight Spider Spears—but too late. The feather struck and severed one of his spider legs clean off.
"I told you," a deep voice echoed.
"He's nothing but a usurping demon in your child's body."
"Your real son died long ago. Do you believe me now?"
Tang San and Flender froze as thick black mist rose before them.
Out of that darkness stepped a tall figure in a formal black suit and top hat, his red eyes gleaming like coals.
Their pupils contracted sharply.
"The Evil Master?!" they blurted out simultaneously.
"Long time no see," came Luo Ling's calm voice from within the mist, laced with faint amusement.
He looked at Tang San and Flender, both marked with faint scarlet traces—the mark of those who had sacrificed to the Primordial God.
He hadn't expected Tang San to find the Ice and Fire Yin Yang Well and had come to verify it himself.
Fortunately, Chrysanthemum Douluo and Dugu Bo were elsewhere, and the precious immortal herbs had long since been harvested by Spirit Hall—leaving behind only a few juvenile sprouts and seeds.
Just recently, Chrysanthemum Douluo had sent off the remaining matured herbs, which explained why the place now looked so barren.
"Evil Master! Why are you here?" Flender asked, trembling. He could still recall vividly how helpless he'd been before Luo Ling in the Great Spirit Arena.
Even as a Spirit Saint, he didn't dare underestimate someone whose mere presence radiated terrible, demonic pressure.
"You shouldn't have come here. Leave now, and I won't bother killing you," Luo Ling said, his tone detached.
Beside him, the Blue Silver Emperor furiously shook her leaves, her soul voice echoing faintly in his mind.
"You want me to kill him?" Luo Ling tilted his head slightly. "Sorry, not yet. He's still useful alive."
Both Flender and Tang San stiffened—the Evil Master was speaking… with the Blue Silver Grass.
"What are you doing?" Tang San demanded, his voice boiling with anger.
He couldn't stand the man's condescending attitude. In Luo Ling's eyes, he was nothing but an insect—something to be crushed or ignored at will.
"Did I not make myself clear?" Luo Ling asked, finally turning his gaze toward Tang San.
His crimson pupils glowed, cold and merciless. "Leave. Now. Or die here. Your choice."
There was no emotion in his tone, only absolute authority.
Tang San's face twisted in fury, but before he could retort, Flender grabbed him tightly.
"Evil Master, we'll leave immediately!" Flender said hurriedly, terrified that any wrong word might provoke an instant death.
Luo Ling said nothing more, watching silently as the two lifted off into the air.
As they soared higher, Tang San glared back, eyes filled with venomous hatred.
Then his glance fell upon the barren landscape below—the empty Ice and Fire Yin Yang Well—and realization struck him.
So that's it. It must have been the Evil Master!
He must have taken all the immortal herbs before we arrived!
Those should have been mine!
His eyes reddened with fury. Those herbs—divine treasures that could mend flesh, raise the dead, and elevate mortal strength to godlike heights—had all slipped from his grasp.
His fists clenched. His resentment toward the Evil Master burned like fire, searing and absolute.
(END CHAPTER)
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