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Once he realized that Dai Weisi's decision was final, Dai Bōjun no longer tried to stop him. Instead, he focused only on allowing his own son to gain even greater strength, and asked directly:
"Very well, Weis. Since you've already made up your mind, when do you plan to depart?"
Dai Weisi cupped his hands in salute and replied, "I intend to leave early tomorrow morning. I came today specifically to bid farewell to Father Emperor."
"Good. I'll write a personal letter right away! Next, you'll head to the Clear Sky Sect and deliver my letter to Sect Master Tang Xiao. He will dispatch Clear Sky Sect disciples to escort you to the City of Slaughter."
"In that case, thank you, Father Emperor. Before heading to the City of Slaughter, I also have something to discuss with Lord Haotian."
Dai Weisi spoke with a light laugh. Now that Ye Lingling had returned to Star Luo City with her mother, he planned to bring Ye Lingling to the Clear Sky Sect to see if she could help Tang Xiao regrow his lost right arm.
If it succeeded, Tang Xiao would owe him an immense favor, and the Clear Sky Sect disciples would view the Star Luo Empire with greater approval—a perfect twofold gain.
After receiving Dai Bōjun's handwritten letter, Dai Weisi took his leave and returned to the Crown Prince's residence.
Following a sweet night with his primary wife, Zhu Zhuyun, he departed at dawn the next morning with Tang Yuehua and Ye Lingling, heading toward the Clear Sky Sect.
The Clear Sky Sect was not far from Star Luo City. Traveling by carriage, it took only five days for them to arrive.
At that time, atop the mountain range of Kassas, a towering fortress was under construction. Its scale was nearly twice that of the former Clear Sky Castle.
Watchtowers, bunkers, and arrow towers were being erected across the surrounding mountains to guard the stronghold at all times. It was essentially a permanent fortress.
Clearly, after the disastrous night raid by Spirit Hall, Tang Xiao and the Clear Sky Sect disciples had grasped the importance of fortifications. They would rather sleep in tents every day if it meant building a castle that was easy to defend and nearly impossible to take—an iron bastion.
Led by a disciple of the Clear Sky Sect, the three of them were brought to see Tang Xiao. The one-armed Tang Xiao was currently overseeing the construction of the new Clear Sky Castle. When he saw Dai Weisi arrive, he quickly cupped his fist and greeted, "I pay my respects to Your Highness the Crown Prince."
"Lord Haotian, there's no need for such formality." Dai Weisi immediately helped Tang Xiao up. His lips curved slightly, and he spoke with a faint smile: "This time, I've come for two reasons: first, to bring you good news; second, to ask you to take me somewhere."
"Oh?"
Hearing this, Tang Xiao's brows rose, and a trace of confusion appeared on his face. He wondered inwardly: The Crown Prince needs me to take him someplace? Is there anywhere His Highness cannot go unless I lead him there?
Suppressing his budding doubts, Tang Xiao asked, "May I ask what good news His Highness refers to?"
"Hehe, the good news is that there's hope for your arm to be restored."
At those words, Tang Xiao was stunned as though struck by lightning. The three elders at his side also paled in shock.
"Is what Your Highness says true?"
"Of course it's true," Dai Weisi said with a smile. "Allow me to introduce Miss Ye Lingling. Her martial soul is the greatest healing-type in the world—Nine-Heart Begonia. Her spirit has now evolved into the Nine-Heart Jade Begonia. Even regenerating a severed arm is an easy task for her."
Then he changed the tone slightly and went on: "However, the Nine-Heart Jade Begonia can only repair your missing right arm. It cannot restore your soul power. As for whether you can regain your Title Douluo cultivation, that I cannot guarantee."
Hearing that his cultivation could not return, Tang Xiao's expression dimmed a bit. But after a moment of thought, he realized that having his arm restored to its former state was already a great fortune—what more could he ask for?
"It's fine. As long as I can return to being a healthy adult, I'll be content."
"Good!"
Dai Weisi nodded and cast a glance at Ye Lingling. The young woman immediately understood. She released her Nine-Heart Jade Begonia spirit and began healing Tang Xiao.
A brilliant green light shimmered, and Tang Xiao's severed arm began to regrow at a speed visible to the naked eye. Beads of sweat formed on Ye Lingling's forehead. Clearly, regenerating a lost limb consumed tremendous soul power—after all, she was still only a Soul Sect.
While she was treating him, Tang Xiao asked again, "May I ask where His Highness wishes me to take him?"
"That place should be familiar to you, Lord Haotian—the City of Slaughter."
"What?" Tang Xiao's face changed dramatically in shock. "Your Highness wishes to go to the City of Slaughter?"
"That's right. Although I know it lies somewhere in the western wilderness, I do not know the exact location. You are the elder brother of the Haotian Douluo, so you should know where it is. I hope you can take me there."
And Dai Weisi was not lying—he truly did not know precisely where the City of Slaughter was.
"Has Your Highness truly thought this through? The City of Slaughter is not a place for jest. If you fail to pass through the Hell Road, you can never leave. Back then, even my younger brother almost…"
Before Tang Xiao could finish, Dai Weisi gave a faint smile. Seeing his expression, Tang Xiao immediately understood.
He had witnessed Dai Weisi's combat abilities with his own eyes. With that kind of agility and strength, even a Title Douluo might not be his match if soul skills were not involved.
"Very well. Since Your Highness has made up his mind, I will take you there."
"My thanks, Lord Haotian!"
After three rounds of treatment from Ye Lingling, Tang Xiao's lost right arm was fully restored. His soul power, however, remained stuck at level eighty-seven with no improvement.
Still, being whole again was enough to fill Tang Xiao with satisfaction. Without delay, he set off with Dai Weisi for the City of Slaughter.
After a week of travel, the two finally reached the small village above the City of Slaughter. It was a place of crumbling walls and fractured ruins, like it had been ravaged by bandits. There were few signs of life and the land was desolate, with only a handful of dilapidated wooden shacks.
Dai Weisi knew this was not the actual City of Slaughter, as the real one lay underground.
"Your Highness, follow me." With that, Tang Xiao walked straight into a tavern, and Dai Weisi followed closely behind.
The air inside was foul and murky. Everything in the tavern was decorated in black. Several burly, ugly men were gathered around tables, guzzling their drinks with great enthusiasm.
But what they drank was not wine—it was a red liquid.
"That must be Bloody Mary, right?" Dai Weisi muttered. By then, Tang Xiao had already reached the bar and commanded in a tone that brooked no argument, "Bring us two Bloody Marys!"
The moment those words left his mouth, everyone nearby stared in disbelief, including the server behind the counter. The server was the first to react, smiling as he asked, "Sir, are you certain?"
"When I tell you to bring it, bring it. Cut the nonsense!"
Hearing that, the server said no more. He silently poured two Bloody Marys and placed them before Tang Xiao.
"Your Highness, please."
"You first, Lord Haotian."
Dai Weisi picked up one glass and downed it in a single swallow. Aside from the unpleasant taste, there was nothing particularly unique about it.
"Your Highness should know what you just drank."
"I do. Merely human blood—nothing worth fussing over." Dai Weisi's lips curled upward. Human blood was nothing to him. He knew that some depraved nobles even ate human flesh raw.
Compared to that, a glass of blood was a trivial matter.
(End of Chapter)