Chapter 127: Ah Yin
" Tang San? Is Saint Son Luo Ling referring to the son of the Clear Sky Douluo?" Ning Fengzhi's expression looked rather strange.
"Yes." Luo Ling nodded.
Ning Fengzhi frowned slightly. "Could it be that these hidden weapons are secret techniques of the Clear Sky Sect?"
What he thought of was not Tang San, but the sect itself.
In Ning Fengzhi's view, something as intricate as a hidden weapon could not possibly have been developed by a twelve-year-old boy. Claiming them to be a unique secret of the Clear Sky Sect would make far more sense.
"No, Hundred Solutions to Hidden Weapons has nothing to do with the Clear Sky Sect," Luo Ling said, shaking his head.
Ning Fengzhi froze for a moment, then asked in disbelief, "You mean to say... these hidden weapons were created by Tang San himself?"
Luo Ling fell silent. He couldn't possibly tell Ning Fengzhi the truth—that Tang San was a transmigrator.
After pondering for a few seconds, he replied calmly, "No, not created by him either. You can think of it as Tang San discovering a long-lost manual."
"In any case, for now, only we and Tang San know how to make hidden weapons."
Though somewhat puzzled, Ning Fengzhi did not press the matter. Instead, he asked, "So as long as we insist that hidden weapons originated from the Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Sect, that will suffice?"
"Yes." Luo Ling nodded.
"Luo Ling, may I take a look at this Hundred Solutions to Hidden Weapons as well?" Dugu Bo suddenly spoke up from the side.
He had already withdrawn from his Martial Soul Possession state, and his injuries were fully healed—the poisons had been completely absorbed by his poison-type abilities.
Although the Mother-and-Child Chasing Soul Pierce hadn't seriously harmed him, Dugu Bo clearly recognized the sophistication behind these designs.
He was, after all, a master of poison craft. With the addition of hidden weapons, his overall strength could surely ascend to a new level.
Hearing Dugu Bo's request, Luo Ling did not hesitate. "Of course, but I hope both Uncle Ning and Old Poison agree not to spread hidden weapons lightly."
Both Ning Fengzhi and Dugu Bo agreed immediately. Even without Luo Ling's warning, they would never disseminate something this powerful at will.
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After handing over the Hundred Solutions to Hidden Weapons to Ning Fengzhi, Luo Ling departed. He still carried the seed of the Blue Silver Emperor with him—it was time to plant it.
He thought of the Ice and Fire Yin Yang Well. It had been years since he last visited, ever since he had emptied the place out. He'd heard that Chrysanthemum Douluo occasionally kept watch there now.
Luo Ling did not bring Ning Rongrong along. He set out alone, having agreed to meet her later at Blue Tyrant Academy.
Returning to the Sunset Forest after so many years, Luo Ling's memory of the place was vivid. He quickly found the location of the poisonous formation.
Unlike before, Luo Ling no longer needed to use his Ghost Shadow steps; he simply flew into the array.
After the tempering his body had undergone in the Ice and Fire Well's energies, all poisons were useless against him. The toxic formation could no longer harm him.
Luo Ling effortlessly made his way to the Ice and Fire Yin Yang Well. Compared to before, the area was slightly livelier.
The immortal herbs had not yet regrown, only some relatively rare medicinal plants.
Scanning the area, Luo Ling noticed no one around. Paying it no mind, he walked to an open patch of ground.
He took the Blue Silver Emperor seed from his soul guide and planted it directly.
As soon as it came into contact with the unique power of the Ice and Fire Well, the seed quivered faintly.
Azure branches writhed and pulsed, radiating faint ripples of soul energy.
Luo Ling narrowed his eyes, instantly entering a Martial Soul Fusion state. His gaze deepened, and he could clearly perceive the spiritual threads of the Blue Silver Emperor.
At the same time, he saw a faint, ethereal figure flickering among the quivering leaves—an exquisitely beautiful face framed by cascading blue hair.
Sensing Luo Ling's presence, the figure turned toward him.
When her gaze met his eerie crimson eyes, her body trembled slightly.
"So, you really are still alive," Luo Ling said quietly, his deep red eyes fixed on the Blue Silver Emperor.
"Should I call you Ah Yin or Blue Silver Emperor?"
The Blue Silver Emperor remained silent for a moment, then showed a flash of anger.
"Who are you? Why did you steal my seed?" Ah Yin's voice rang melodiously through the Ice and Fire Yin Yang Well.
"My name is Luo Ling. You should already know that, shouldn't you? You've been residing inside my soul guide all along. You must have sensed what's been happening outside," Luo Ling said evenly.
Hearing this, Ah Yin seemed to recall something, her expression darkening. "Why did you do those terrible things to Ah Hao and Xiao San?" she demanded angrily.
She was naturally referring to the massacre in the Soto City Great Spirit Arena caused by Tang Hao.
"You seem quite concerned about Tang Hao and Tang San," Luo Ling said, ignoring her question.
"Tell me, do you truly believe Tang San is your son?" he asked abruptly.
Ah Yin frowned slightly. "What do you mean by that?"
"You are the Blue Silver Emperor—even though you sacrificed yourself, you remain the ruler of the Blue Silver Grass race. Through them, you must have observed Tang Hao and Tang San's lives in Holy Soul Village, right?"
"Do you think Tang San's behavior really resembles that of a child?"
A strange light flashed in Luo Ling's eyes.
"What are you trying to say?" Ah Yin suddenly felt uneasy.
"I mean... is it possible that Tang San isn't truly your son? Or at least, his body may be—but his soul isn't." Luo Ling's voice was low and chilling.
Ah Yin froze.
"Tang San is just a child, yet his actions are far too unnatural, aren't they?"
"The strange cultivation methods he practices, the hidden weapons—all of that, you must have seen."
Watching her growing panic, Luo Ling confirmed his suspicion.
Indeed, Ah Yin's soul had secretly observed everything in Holy Soul Village. She had seen Tang San practicing the mysterious Xuan Tian Treasure Record.
Perhaps she hadn't thought deeply about it before, but now, confronted by Luo Ling's questions, she was shaken.
"Your son's soul perished long ago. The one occupying his body now is nothing but a usurping demon," Luo Ling continued.
Ah Yin's pupils constricted sharply, and her spectral form wavered.
"That can't be right. Xiao San would never…" she murmured, refusing to believe it—yet Luo Ling's reasoning seemed uncomfortably plausible.
Indeed, for a child, Tang San's abilities and demeanor were too abnormal.
Seeing her lost and shaken expression, Luo Ling pressed further. "And tell me—do you truly believe Tang Hao ever loved you?"
"If he truly loved you, why didn't he take you into hiding after discovering you were a hundred-thousand-year spirit beast in human form? Why allow you to be found by the Spirit Hall?"
"And why did he plant your seed in that dark, desolate cave—as if he never wanted it to grow again?"
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