Chapter 52: Tang San: When You Are at Home, Disaster Strikes from the Sky?
"Yes." Ye Lingling was slightly startled, then nodded gently, a hint of unconcealed anticipation in her eyes.
"Our Nine Heart Begonia Spirit lineage, since ancient times, has only had one successor per generation. At any given time, there can only be two Nine Heart Begonia Spirit Masters alive."
"Only when one dies can another descendant possibly appear. It can be said to be the Spirit with the fewest numbers. Her father once said that there should no longer be such a plant Spirit Beast as Nine Heart Begonia in this world. But the healing Soul Skill you unleashed that day, its spirit power fluctuation was extremely similar to the power of our Nine Heart Begonia Spirit, even stronger..."
"Where on earth did you find it?"
Her voice wasn't loud, but it caused the surrounding people to stir slightly, all looking towards Tang Chuan. Even Bai Baoshan and Qin Ming showed a few hints of surprise and curiosity.
Hearing this, Tang Chuan remained silent for a moment before slowly speaking, his voice quite calm:
"Actually, regarding Nine Heart Begonia, you are right. This type of plant Spirit Beast is extremely rare, even almost extinct. But my ability to find it wasn't entirely due to luck."
As he spoke, he slowly raised his right hand, his palm gently open, and a blue-gold Blue Silver Grass emerged from his palm, unfurling.
"Although Blue Silver Grass is known as a trash Spirit, it is the most widely distributed plant Spirit Beast on the entire continent. Through a certain Opportunity, I gained a special ability."
"This ability allows me to establish a subtle Spiritual force connection with all Blue Silver Grass growing between heaven and earth. And through these Blue Silver Grass, I can sense the Aura of plant Spirit Beasts in the nearby area, even extremely rare ones. As long as it appears within the range covered by Blue Silver Grass, I may be able to detect it."
As soon as these words were spoken, everyone was moved.
Tang Chuan naturally wouldn't tell everyone that this special ability of his was unexpectedly obtained after absorbing the 100,000-year Blue Silver Emperor Right Leg Bone. Although not as strong as the Blue Silver Domain, it was definitely stronger than ordinary Spiritual force exploration, and his perception of plants was extraordinarily subtle.
"But that's not enough. The real reason I found the Nine Heart Begonia Spirit Beast was because a friend gave me an ancient book."
"That book recorded almost all types and distribution information of plant Spirit Beasts on the continent. The areas where Nine Heart Begonia might exist were also prominently listed."
"It was precisely by relying on this book, combined with the sensory ability of Blue Silver Grass, that I found a Nine Heart Begonia plant Spirit Beast in the mixed zone of the Star Dou Great Forest."
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At the same time, in Holy Soul Village, it was noon, and the scorching sun hung high.
Beside the path at the entrance of the village, a cold wind silently swept past, and a dark figure appeared out of thin air.
It was an old man dressed in a black robe. He was thin and tall, his robe moving without wind, leaving no dust beneath his feet. He was Gui Mei, the Ghost Douluo, an Elder of Spirit Hall.
With eyes as sharp as an eagle's, Gui Mei coldly scanned the quiet little village before him. He murmured in a low voice, "Blue Silver Grass Spirit, Holy Soul Village, Tang San and Tang Chuan, it should be here."
After some investigation, he had already obtained crucial clues.
In the past fifteen years, only two individuals possessed the Blue Silver Grass Spirit and had Innate spirit power exceeding level one: Tang San and Tang Chuan.
Tang San's name had long been listed as a special focus target within Spirit Hall, not only because he was a Spirit Master with Innate full spirit power, but also because his Cultivation speed almost rivaled, or even surpassed, some Geniuses cultivated by Spirit Hall.
Tang Chuan's information, however, appeared much more ordinary.
According to the records left by Nuoding City's Spirit Hall, he only had level one Innate spirit power upon Awakening. After many years of Cultivation, his spirit power barely reached level thirteen, and he came to Spirit Hall to collect subsidies every single year.
Gui Mei did not know that every time Tang Chuan came to collect the Spirit Master subsidy, he would deliberately use a Simulation Soul Skill to change his Aura, keeping it consistently at the level of an ordinary Spirit Master.
It was precisely because of this that Spirit Hall's records repeatedly categorized him as a Blue Silver Grass Spirit Master with decent Aptitude but nothing particularly special.
Walking into Holy Soul Village, Gui Mei's gaze swept across the village entrance, and he casually stopped a middle-aged villager who was carrying water.
"Come here for a moment." His voice was low, carrying an unquestionable authority.
Hearing this, the villager was stunned for a moment. Seeing the visitor's extraordinary Aura, he quickly stopped and carefully walked forward, respectfully saying:
"Sir, what can I do for you?"
"Did the two brothers, Tang San and Tang Chuan, once live in this village?" Gui Mei's gaze was indifferent as he slowly spoke.
"Tang San and Tang Chuan?" The villager had no reservations upon hearing these two names and immediately nodded, replying, "Yes, they used to live in our village. But that child, Tang San, hasn't really come back since he went to the Spirit Master Academy."
"As for Tang Chuan, he occasionally comes back to visit the village chief."
Gui Mei's eyes darkened slightly, and he continued to press, "Don't they have any relatives living in the village?"
Hearing this, the middle-aged villager scratched his head and said with some hesitation, "Sir, their family actually wasn't born and raised in our Holy Soul Village. They fled to our village twelve years ago. At that time, the village chief took pity on them and let them stay."
"Fled here?" Gui Mei frowned slightly, as if he had thought of something.
"Yes." The villager nodded and continued, "At that time, their father had just arrived with two children. He looked like he had suffered a great blow. After Tang San and Tang Chuan went to the Spirit Master Academy, their father, Tang Hao, also disappeared and never came back."
"Tang Hao?" Hearing this name, Gui Mei's eyes immediately sharpened, his pupils constricted, and his face instantly became extremely solemn, his voice low and filled with alarm:
"What did you say their father's name was?"
"Tang Hao." The villager was momentarily stunned. Seeing Gui Mei's drastic change in expression, he was rather puzzled and asked:
"Sir, what... what's wrong with you? Their father is indeed Tang Hao, everyone in the village knows him. He's just a blacksmith, always drinking or sleeping, a complete good-for-nothing. Sometimes I saw him being useless and even scolded him a few times, but he didn't even dare to talk back."
"Oh, by the way, are you Tang Hao's friend? Do you need me to tell him you came looking for him when he returns?"
"No need." Gui Mei waved his hand repeatedly. After a moment, his face returned to calm. Then, he took out a bulging small pouch from his arms and handed it to the villager, saying:
"Take these gold Soul Coins and use them. But remember, don't say a single word about me being here today, okay?"
The villager was stunned and subconsciously took the pouch. He lowered his head and gently weighed it. The heavy feeling immediately startled him.
As an ordinary person in a small village, he recognized it as a Spirit Hall money bag at a glance. Just by its weight, he knew there were at least dozens of gold Soul Coins inside!
This was an enormous fortune!
"I... I understand, Sir."
The villager quickly nodded and bowed, his tone full of caution and respect: "I didn't see anything, I didn't hear anything. Please rest assured, I will absolutely not say a single word!"
Gui Mei gave him a cold glance, nodded gently, said no more, and with a flicker of his figure, he transformed into a black shadow and instantly vanished from the spot.
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A few hours later, Spirit City, Papal Palace.
The sky had already darkened, but the Papal Palace was still brightly lit. Golden candle flames cast long shadows on the walls, and the hall was solemn and majestic.
Bibi Dong sat quietly on the main seat. On the stone table in front of her, two exquisite Spirit Master data scrolls were neatly placed.
At the top of the scrolls, two names were prominently written—Tang San, Tang Chuan.
And within their personal data, one section was particularly striking, the text heavily circled with vermilion ink:
Father—Tang Hao!
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