blogombal Page 189
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And the feedback of energy.
In a very simple village.
A burly but disheveled man with a listless face appeared with a child.
The baby in her arms was neither crying nor fussing.
Ah Yin recognized him instantly; it was her child.
How did it survive for three days and three nights without food?
Hao...
Tang Hao casually barged into a farmer's house and tossed Tang San onto the table.
Then, just like at home, they started a fire and began making porridge.
As if he were numb, Tang Hao picked up the freshly boiled porridge and began to feed Tang San.
The scalding hot porridge went down Tang San's throat.
It just flowed away like that.
Strangely, this temperature did not cause Tang San to burst into tears.
Instead, a hint of pain lingered between his brows, yet he still resolutely drank it down.
Even if it burns his throat and internal organs after drinking it.
"what!--"
Ah Yin closed her eyes, somewhat unable to believe what she was seeing.
Hao...why did you do this? That's our child! He's only a few days old!!
There are also mistresses.
Why didn't you even cry or make a fuss...
As time went by, Tang Hao's behavior of giving birth to Tang San but not raising him, and instead treating Tang San as a dependent to take care of him, once again made Ah Yin feel sad.
If he treats the child of their love in this way, then is his love for his partner truly genuine?
There are also mistresses.
Since they were able to crawl and walk...
The faint light that occasionally emanated from his body, and the inexplicable kung fu he practiced every day after the age of three.
Where did it come from?
A child. From early childhood. Must go through at least a cognitive stage.
The mistress, however, skipped this step.
He began taking care of his father as soon as he was able to move around.
Then came another memory of himself in that dark, sunless cave.
Tang Hao has also been here in the past few years.
However, each time he came over, his face showed helplessness, regret, and a deep-seated fear.
Every time I come here, the first thing I check is whether the spirit bones on the wall are still there.
Could it be that in his heart, he himself is less important than this piece of soul bone?
The more I looked, the more alarmed I became, and the more my heart ached. If it weren't for Lin Feng's hints and his open and honest expression of his doubts...
I might not even doubt it myself.
They wouldn't care about such details.
However, at this moment, Ah Yin felt as if she were already stuck in a quagmire.
Two lines of clear tears streamed down her face.
"Who exactly are you?!"
"Lin Feng, the Holy Son of the Spirit Hall."
Ah Yin's beautiful eyes slightly opened:
It's you!
The Spirit Hall!
She clenched her teeth tightly, her gaze towards Lin Feng seeming as if she wanted to devour him.
"Despicable! Shameless! You're just trying to sow discord. Ah Hao would never do that, and the mistress is definitely my son."
Lin Feng smiled. Seeing Ah Yin's behavior just now, he knew that the seed of doubt had been planted.
Once the seed is planted, it will quickly take root, sprout, and grow into a towering tree.
A deep barrier had already formed between her and Tang Hao and Tang San...
Don't look at me like that.
The Pope of the Spirit Hall who hunted you down back then is long dead. And I am not succeeding him.
I don't even want to bear the title of Holy Son.
I only sought you out to help me research my cultivation techniques. Once you take me to the Blue Silver Ancestral Land, I will leave you there.
During this time, I will help you recover your cultivation, and you will need to help me comprehend the principles of the Blue Silver Emperor's immortality.
We each get what we need.
This is a very fair trade.
Ah Yin was slightly taken aback:
"You plan to let me go later?"
Do you know what I symbolize?
"A soul bone and soul ring that are 10 years old?"
"I'm sorry, I really don't like these things."
Lin Feng sat down in a grand chair.
"For me, there is only one path I am committed to."
There is only one ultimate goal.
That means not relying on external forces.
Find a way to cultivate oneself solely through one's own efforts.
Now that I have become a Soul King, and as the Holy Son of the Spirit Hall, I will not lack resources.
But I don't have a single soul bone. It's not that there aren't any suitable ones for me, but that I don't want to absorb them.
I've even annihilated my spirit rings, absorbing them into myself. One day, I won't even need to absorb spirit rings from the outside world anymore.
Ah Yin covered her mouth.
"The spirit ring has been absorbed into the body?!"
It's too complicated to explain.
Lin Feng summoned the treasure pearl and then put it away.
Soul skills symbolizing the five elements were continuously unleashed in his hands.
"This, how is this possible?!"
Ah Yin, who had been a human Soul Master, clearly knew that what was happening before her eyes was not a simple application of Soul Power, but a Soul Skill unique to Lin Feng being unleashed.
It seems the person before me wasn't lying; he has forged a completely new path in the theory of martial spirits.
They probably came to me to study the Blue Silver Emperor's immortality...
Ah Yin's smile was somewhat bitter.
"Why say so much now?"
Ah Hao has been captured by you.
"And now that you've obtained my true form, do I have any other choice?"
Lin Feng smiled and shook his head:
"Obviously not, madam."
Ah Yin looked at Lin Feng in front of her, feeling a complex mix of emotions.
This guy, he clearly told him to call him Ah Yin before.
Why do you always call yourself "Madam"?
"You let the mistress go, right?"
Lin Feng nodded:
"At least we will not take action when he poses no threat or does anything that would harm the interests of the Spirit Hall."