Tang Hao asked that question for a reason.
Ye Qiu might not understand, but how could a dignified Title Douluo like Tang Hao not see it clearly? That little girl—strictly speaking—was still a 100,000-year soul beast. Since she could do it, there's no reason why other soul beasts couldn't!
After running all this through his muscle-packed brain, Tang Hao suddenly raised his hand and knocked Ye Qiu on the head.
"Ow—damn it!"
The surprise knock caught Ye Qiu off guard. He held his head and frowned at Tang Hao.
"Hmph! So young, yet your thoughts are already that filthy!" Tang Hao snorted coldly and casually tossed aside his wine gourd. Ignoring Ye Qiu's indignant glare, he continued, "Compared to you, my son San is truly pure and noble."
"Tch! What's the point of being pure and noble if you can't get a wife?" Ye Qiu scoffed and curled his lips mockingly.
"…"
Tang Hao's face darkened. He stood up abruptly, bent over, and grabbed the back of Ye Qiu's neck. "Since you don't know, and you've never tried it with a soul beast, then let's go try it now!"
"Damn! Uncle Hao!"
"No way, no way! I really can't handle soul beasts…"
Ye Qiu tried to escape, his face turning pale as he struggled desperately. He fought like a wild animal, but he couldn't break free from Tang Hao's grasp.
"Shut up!"
Tang Hao barked coldly, no longer wanting to hear Ye Qiu's nonsense. He shot straight into the sky, wind howling around them. Ye Qiu couldn't speak anymore, but his mind remained clear—and a hint of joy flickered in his eyes.
That direction…
It was toward Saint Soul Village!
Which meant… Tang Hao was seriously going to hand over his wife to him?
Ye Qiu couldn't help but feel a little excited. If it really happened, he could bully Ah Yin all he wanted!
As the saying goes: The son repays the father's debt.
Since Old Hammer Tang had bullied him like this, let Ah Yin pay it back in full!
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As time passed, the closer they got, the more grief and guilt appeared on Tang Hao's face.
Ye Qiu, however, secretly looked down on him.
This old guy seemed deep and pitiful. With that giant hammer swinging wide and bold, he had a vibe of righteousness and loyalty. But deep down? He was just a selfish bastard. All he cared about was bringing Tang San to the Blue Silver Forest to awaken the Blue Silver Emperor bloodline and recognize his roots. Yet he didn't think to bring Ah Yin there too. With millions of Blue Silver Grass souls supporting her, wouldn't that be a thousand times better than wasting away in a dark cave? She might've already recovered a lot of her strength by now.
The Blue Silver Grass clan's longing for their Queen would have made them give everything to help Ah Yin.
Time passed silently as Ye Qiu mused.
Thanks to the speed of a Title Douluo's flight, it only took a little over half an hour for them to reach their destination.
A towering waterfall thundered down onto the water's surface, spraying mist everywhere. The area looked hazy and blurred.
Splat! "Ow—hey!"
Tang Hao rudely threw Ye Qiu to the ground.
Damn! Ye Qiu felt like he scraped his knees. He staggered to his feet, patting his chilly chest and secretly gritting his teeth.
Today's humiliation will be repaid another day!
Thirty years east of the river, thirty years west—don't underestimate a poor young man!
After hyping himself up mentally for a moment, Ye Qiu raised his head and stood straight. His eyes turned a bit blank. He looked around—aside from grass and trees, there wasn't a single living thing in sight.
"Uncle Hao, what did you bring me here for?"
Ye Qiu asked suspiciously. Seeing Tang Hao stay silent, standing stiff as a board and staring at the waterfall, Ye Qiu found it strange. There seemed to be a flicker of struggle in Tang Hao's murky eyes.
"Uncle Tang, where's the soul beast you mentioned?" Ye Qiu asked again.
Still no response. Ye Qiu rolled his eyes hard internally—he had no interest in playing along anymore.
I've memorized the path anyway. Just wait for the right time to dig up the wife—
Ptooey! I meant dig up the grass.
Ye Qiu forced a smile and said, "Uncle Hao, maybe let's forget this."
"If the soul beast you picked is too ugly or freaky, I really can't do it…"
"Shut up!"
Anger flashed across Tang Hao's face. His murky eyes suddenly shot out a glimmer of light as he glared fiercely at Ye Qiu.
"Ahaha…" Ye Qiu gave an awkward laugh, trying to backpedal. "Fine, fine, I'll give it a shot. But Uncle Hao, at least try to find a pretty one, okay?"
Before Ye Qiu could finish—
Tang Hao sneered coldly, seemingly making a decision. He grabbed Ye Qiu by the collar and hurled him straight into the waterfall.
"Ah damn it! I want to go home!"
Ye Qiu cried out.
With that much force and no protection, he was bound to get internal injuries.
Boom! The crashing waterfall exploded into a huge splash, nearly breaking its flow.
As Ye Qiu's figure disappeared into the cascade, Tang Hao bent his knees slightly—the ground cracked beneath him—and then he too dashed into the waterfall with another thunderous boom.
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Inside the cave behind the waterfall…
Ye Qiu had already activated his martial soul and was half-kneeling on the ground. Though breathing heavily, his mind was crystal clear. With powerful sensory abilities, the layout of the cave came into view.
In the center, a stalk of Blue Silver Grass with golden patterns grew. Gold veins over blue base—distinctly noble. Yet its leaves were drooping weakly, looking sickly and withered.
Nearby, embedded in the stone wall, a soul bone was hidden. Ye Qiu saw it all.
Crash! Before Ye Qiu could process it further, just a few breaths later, the waterfall behind him roared again—and the light in his eyes dimmed slightly.
Boom! A tall, muscular figure landed beside him.
Unlike Ye Qiu, Tang Hao—with his strong soul power—was bone dry. His robes and scruffy hair didn't have a single drop of water on them.
"Cough cough…"
Ye Qiu coughed twice and slowly stood up.
Water droplets from his venomous armor dripped onto the ground, forming a small puddle. As he moved around, a few droplets splashed onto Tang Hao.
"Uncle Hao, if you keep playing like this, I really will die…"
Feeling the water hit his face, Tang Hao's expression turned stern. He frowned and glanced sideways at Ye Qiu. His eyes showed a mix of amazement and surprise.
That tight black suit, filled with venomous fangs—he looked like a man-killer, matching a man's taste perfectly. Even Tang Hao, who had seen it before, felt a ripple in his heart.
But what truly shocked him was this: as the number one strength-type Soul Master in the world, a Title Douluo like him had perfect control over his power.
And yet, the force he'd used just now—enough to injure any Soul Sect—didn't even leave a scratch on Ye Qiu.
This kid's martial soul defense… was top-tier.
Watching Ye Qiu twist and crack his joints, Tang Hao said coldly, "Cut the act! You think I can't tell whether you're really dying or not?"
"Hehe…"
Ye Qiu chuckled and straightened up. His body was completely dry again.
Right now, Venom's armor repelled water, dust, fire, and ice.
Whap! Tang Hao smacked Ye Qiu again.
"Your martial soul quality is excellent. No wonder you weren't hurt at all."
"Cough cough… Uncle Hao, if you keep hitting me, I really might get internal injuries!"
Ye Qiu bared his venomous fangs—like a shark's, sharp and glinting with cold light. The marks from Tang Hao's slaps on his venomous armor were slowly healing.
"Not bad, not bad! I bet even an average Soul Sect couldn't hurt you quickly!"
Tang Hao gave him two more pats before finally stopping.
"Haha, of course!"
Ye Qiu gladly accepted the praise. But as he felt his soul power drain inside, his expression turned sour—not from injury, but sheer annoyance.
He knew very well: if he hadn't said something, Tang Hao's slaps would've soon reached Soul King level force!