Chapter 4: Ah Yin's Sacrifice, the Blue Silver Emperor's Demise!
This is not the first time.
Every time they thought they had found a safe haven, the Spirit Hall's pursuers would appear like ghosts.
Once is a coincidence, twice is an accident.
But after a while, Ah Yin couldn't help but think of that wildly swaying little blue silver grass.
Its warning still rings in our ears.
Ah Yin paused slightly and broke free from Tang Hao's grasp.
"Brother Hao, I want to... I want to go back to the center of the forest."
She looked at Tang Hao and said earnestly.
"I want to ask that little guy; maybe it knows something."
Upon hearing this, Tang Hao's expression changed instantly.
"no!"
He blurted it out almost without thinking, his tone forceful.
"The situation is so critical right now. We could be caught every second. How can we go back? That would be like walking into a trap!"
Ah Yin looked at him quietly without saying a word.
But her gaze made Tang Hao's heart skip a beat.
Yes, she remembered that damned weed again!
Ah Yin's suspicion was like a needle, pricking Tang Hao.
He knew he couldn't delay any longer.
If this continues, this perfect 100,000-year soul ring, this soul bone that was destined to belong to him, will probably fly away!
Tang Hao took a deep breath, and the anxiety and love in his eyes slowly faded away.
Instead, there is a deep, undisguised resolve.
Looking at the woman he had been pursuing for so long, he made his final decision.
Since she's already starting to have doubts, there's no need to keep acting.
It's time to take everything that's rightfully mine!
Tang Hao looked at Ah Yin.
Looking at this 100,000-year-old soul beast that he had painstakingly obtained, the woman who was about to bring him his ninth soul ring and a powerful soul bone.
The doubt in her eyes was like a sharp thorn, piercing his heart.
That damned weed again!
It must have been that strange blue silver grass that planted these thoughts in her mind!
A surge of violent energy welled up in Tang Hao's heart.
The plan has reached its final stage, and no unexpected events can be tolerated.
The anxiety and seriousness on his face slowly faded, replaced by a calmness that felt unfamiliar to Ah Yin.
A deathly silence, as if the true nature of the matter had been revealed.
"Brother Hao?"
Ah Yin's heart sank suddenly, and an ominous premonition enveloped her.
Tang Hao released her hand and gently stroked the baby in her arms.
That's their child, Tang San.
"Ah Yin, you are very smart."
Tang Hao's voice was soft, but every word struck Ah Yin's heart.
"That's right, I'm the one who brought the Spirit Hall people here."
boom!
Ah Yin's mind went blank. She staggered back a step and looked at the man in front of her with the eyes of someone looking at a stranger.
She remembered the way that little blade of grass swayed wildly.
"Danger!"
"trap!"
It turns out that what it said was true.
"Why?"
Ah Yin's voice trembled; she refused to believe that it was all a hoax.
"Why?"
Tang Hao laughed, a laugh tinged with self-mockery and madness.
"Because I need a 100,000-year spirit ring! I need a top-tier spirit bone! I need to become the youngest Title Douluo on this continent! Only in this way can I prove to the sect that I, Tang Hao, am stronger than my elder brother!"
He no longer concealed his ambition; that naked desire made Ah Yin's heart sink little by little.
"So... our relationship, everything we went through together, was all a lie?"
No, of course not.
Tang Hao shook his head, a complex emotion flashing in his eyes.
"I loved you, Gintoki. But I love power more than I love you."
"And only in this way can you willingly sacrifice yourself for me, isn't that right?"
He spread his hands and said it as if it were the most natural thing in the world.
"If the Spirit Hall hadn't forced you, why would you have made that final sacrifice?"
Ah Yin was completely heartbroken.
Looking at the man before her, she felt only endless sorrow.
She hated herself, hated herself for not heeding the warning of that little grass.
Just then, several powerful auras swept in from all directions, completely sealing off the valley.
"Tang Hao! Hand over the 100,000-year-old Blue Silver Emperor!"
A soft, feminine voice rang out. The Pope of the Spirit Hall, Qian Xunji, along with Chrysanthemum Douluo Yue Guan and Ghost Douluo Gui Mei, surrounded the two in a triangular formation.
Tang Hao was not surprised but delighted, and laughed loudly, "Well done!"
He suddenly drew the Clear Sky Hammer from his back, and eight spirit rings instantly rose up. The red ninth spirit ring had not yet been attached, but the pressure of a titled Douluo was already fully revealed.
"Ah Yin, look closely, this is the stage I've prepared for you!"
Tang Hao roared and brandished his Clear Sky Hammer, engaging Qian Xunji in battle.
Ah Yin stood there, holding the child, her heart filled with despair.
She watched Tang Hao's battle against the Spirit Hall experts and felt utterly ironic.
This whole affair, from beginning to end, was a carefully orchestrated scam for her.
The battle intensified.
Although Tang Hao was strong, he gradually fell into a disadvantageous position when faced with the siege of three Title Douluos.
He was "accidentally" grazed on the arm by Chrysanthemum Douluo's Qirong Tongtian Chrysanthemum, and spat out a mouthful of blood, his breath immediately weakening.
Ah Yin's heart remained completely unmoved.
She knew the real drama was about to begin.
As expected, Tang Hao was forced to stagger backward during a violent collision.
He spotted the direction from which Ghost Douluo was launching a strange attack, and a ruthless glint flashed in his eyes.
"Ah Yin!"
He shouted, seemingly wanting to throw the child in his arms to Ah Yin for protection.
However, the trajectory traced by the swaddling clothes was at a fatal angle.
It was right in front of Ghost Douluo's ghostly claws, which were powerful enough to tear everything apart!
"Save the child!"
Tang Hao's roar echoed through the valley, filled with "anxiety" and "despair".
For a moment, time seemed to stand still.
Ah Yin's gaze passed over the child flying in the air and fixed intently on Tang Hao's eyes.
She could no longer see a trace of love in those eyes.
All that remained was scheming and the greed of impending success.
Ah Yin suddenly smiled.
The laughter was both poignant and exquisitely beautiful.
I see.
Even one's own flesh and blood can be used as a last resort to coerce oneself.
Tang Hao, how cruel you are!
She glared fiercely at Tang Hao, a glare that contained endless disappointment, utter desolation, and an eternal farewell.
Little Grass, you're right about everything.
I was so stupid.
Qian Xunji, Ju Douluo, and Gui Douluo all stopped their attacks and watched the scene with great interest.
They were happy to see this infighting.
But Ah Yin had no other choice.
That was her child, flesh of her own flesh.
She may not love Tang Hao, but she cannot fail to save her child.
"Haotian Sect, Tang Hao..."
Ah Yin murmured softly, her voice as gentle as a lover's whisper.
"I swear on my life and soul that I will never forgive you in this lifetime!"
(End of chapter)