Amidst a burst of green light, Ah Yin's somewhat ethereal and beautiful figure emerged.
The expression on her face was very conflicted.
It held both terror and a desire to seek the truth.
"What are you still waiting for?
In your current state, you still can't accept the memories of the Blue Silver Grass?"
"I..."
Ah Yin pursed her vermilion lips.
"I can't do it."
"Is it that you don't want to, or that you really can't?"
A moment of panic appeared in Ah Yin's pupils.
The tender leaves of the Blue Silver Grass swayed gently.
The branches and leaves seemed to wilt for a moment, as if telling of their own sorrow.
"Take a look. The memories of these past six years."
Ah Yin's brow was tightly locked, but she also knew in her heart that this was an unchangeable fact. She would eventually have to receive that memory.
Thus, the main body of the Blue Silver Emperor began to emit a faint, emerald-green brilliance, taking root in the ground.
The surrounding Blue Silver Grass also began to cheer and leap for joy. Memories flowed into Ah Yin's mind along with the specks of light.
This was a unique ability of the Blue Silver clan.
As the emperor of their clan, Ah Yin could access their memories and receive their energy in return.
In a very simple village...
A man with a sturdy but very shabby figure, his face full of listlessness, appeared here with a small child.
The child in his arms neither cried nor made a fuss.
Ah Yin recognized it in an instant. That was her child.
Not eating for three days and three nights, how did he survive?
Hao...
Tang Hao was seen casually barging into a farmer's house and tossing Tang San onto the table.
Then, as if it were his own home, he began to start a fire and make porridge.
As if numb, Tang Hao lifted the freshly boiled porridge and began to feed Tang San.
The scalding hot porridge... flowed down Tang San's throat.
Strangely, such a temperature actually didn't make Tang San cry out.
On the contrary, a trace of pain was hidden between his brows, yet he still drank it down firmly, even if it would burn his throat and internal organs after drinking.
"Ah!—"
Ah Yin closed her eyes, somewhat unable to believe what she was seeing.
Hao... why did you do this? That's our child! He was just born a few days ago!!
And Little San...
Why didn't you even cry or make a fuss...
As time went on, Tang Hao's behavior of giving birth but not raising, and instead treating Tang San as an appendage to take care of himself, once again made a sense of sorrow rise in Ah Yin's heart.
He treats the crystallization of our love like this. Then is his love for me really real?
And Little San...
Ever since he was able to crawl and walk...
The faint light that emanated from his body from time to time, and the strange cultivation method he practiced on the mountain every day after the age of three...
Where on earth did it come from?
A child, from infancy, has to go through at least a cognitive stage.
But Little San had skipped this step.
From the moment he could move on his own, he began to take care of his father.
Then there was another period of memory of herself in that sunless cave.
Tang Hao had also come here these few years.
However, every time he came, his face was one of helplessness and regret, as well as a deeply hidden fear.
The first thing he confirmed every time he came was whether the soul bone on the wall was still there.
Could it be that in his heart, my status is not even as good as this piece of soul bone?
The more she saw, the more frightened she became. The more she saw, the more her heart ached. If not for Lin Feng's hints and his open statement of the doubtful points...
She might not have been suspicious.
She wouldn't have cared about such details either.
However, at this moment, Ah Yin felt as if she had sunk deep into a mire.
Two streams of clear tears slid down her face.
"Who on earth are you?!"
"The Holy Son of Spirit Hall, Lin Feng."
Ah Yin's beautiful eyes slightly widened:
"It's you!
Spirit Hall!"
She gritted her silver teeth, her gaze towards Lin Feng looking as if she wanted to eat him.
"Despicable, shameless! You are just driving a wedge! Ah Hao would never do that, and Little San is definitely my son."
Lin Feng smiled. Seeing Ah Yin's performance just now, he knew that the seed of doubt had been planted.
Once a seed is planted, it will soon take root, sprout, and grow into a towering tree.
There was already a deep barrier between her, Tang Hao, and Tang San...
"Don't look at me like that.
The Spirit Hall Pontiff who hunted you back then is long dead. I am not taking over his class either.
I don't even want to bear this title of Holy Son.
I'm looking for you only for the matter of helping me research my cultivation method. When you take me to the Blue Silver ancestral land, I will leave you there.
During this period, I will help you recover your cultivation, and you will need to help me comprehend the principle of the Blue Silver Emperor's undying characteristic.
We each take what we need.
This is a very fair trade."
Ah Yin was slightly stunned:
"You plan to let me go afterwards?
Do you know what I symbolize?"
"A 100,000-year soul bone and soul ring?
Sorry, I'm really not interested in those things."
Lin Feng sat down in a grandmaster's chair.
"For me, there is only one path I am committed to.
And only one final goal to achieve.
That is to not rely on external forces.
To find a method of cultivation that relies solely on oneself.
I have now become a Soul King, and as the Holy Son of Spirit Hall, I will not lack resources.
But I don't even have a single soul bone on me. It's not that there isn't one suitable for me, but that I myself don't want to absorb it.
I have even annihilated my soul rings and incorporated them into myself. One day, I will no longer need to absorb soul rings from the outside world."
Ah Yin covered her mouth.
"Absorbing soul rings into the body?!"
It was too complicated to explain.
Lin Feng directly summoned the Innate Treasure Pearl and then put it away.
Soul skills symbolizing the five elements were continuously released from his hand.
"This... how is this possible?!"
Ah Yin, who had been a human soul master, very clearly knew that what was before her was not a simple application of soul power, but the release of Lin Feng's unique soul skills.
It seems the person before me is not lying. He has walked a brand new path in martial soul theory.
I'm afraid he really is looking for me to research the undying characteristic of the Blue Silver Emperor...
A bitter smile appeared on Ah Yin's face.
"What's the use of saying so much now?
Ah Hao has already been captured by you.
And my main body has also been taken by you. Do I still have a choice?"
Lin Feng shook his head with a smile:
"Obviously not, Madam."
Ah Yin looked at Lin Feng before her, an indescribable feeling in her heart.
This guy, I clearly told him to call me Ah Yin before.
Why does he always have to call me Madam?
"You let Little San go, right?"
Lin Feng nodded:
"At least when he is not a threat, when he has not done anything to harm the interests of Spirit Hall, we will not make a move."
Ah Yin pursed her lips:
"Alright, I agree to your terms.
I only have one condition.
During this time while I am still by your side, you cannot make a move on that child. The hatred belongs to our generation; do not involve the child."
Lin Feng looked at her teasingly:
"Are you still treating him as your child?
Weren't there all sorts of abnormal behaviors in your memories?"
Ah Yin closed her eyes, as if not wanting to listen to Lin Feng anymore.
"You don't have to say anymore.
No matter what you say, my condition is still only this one."
Many times, although people have learned the truth, or have some guesses about the truth, they just don't want to think about it, and are unwilling to believe it.
Lin Feng, seeing her unwillingness to admit it, did not press her further.
"Alright then. A pleasant cooperation.
Madam, I hope you will cooperate well during this time.
After all, Madam, you wouldn't want your child to get hurt, would you?"
This strange sentence...
Made Ah Yin's heart tremble fiercely.
This sentence seemed to carry a magic power, making Ah Yin unable to muster any thought of resistance.