Chapter 11: What Happens If You Eat the Blue Silver Emperor Alive?
When Yue Guan learned that the Blue Silver Grass before him had been born from the seed left behind after the Blue Silver Emperor's death, his eyes widened in astonishment.
"So, the Blue Silver Emperor who sacrificed herself to Tang Hao didn't truly die… Even after death, her seed sprouted again. Her vitality is terrifyingly strong!"
Ghost Douluo nodded slightly, his gaze fixed on the delicate sprout in his hand.
"Indeed. To think that with just the remnants of her soul, she managed to be reborn after death."
As he stared at the fragile Blue Silver Emperor seedling, a daring idea flashed through Ghost Douluo's mind.
"Old Chrysanthemum," he said slowly, a dangerous gleam flickering in his eyes, "what do you think would happen if I… ate it alive?"
Yue Guan was dumbfounded.
"Eat it alive?! Even if it's only a seed reborn as a sprout, it still contains the power of the Blue Silver Emperor! Aren't you afraid of being devoured by her lingering soul?"
Ghost Douluo chuckled faintly.
"Of course, I've thought about that. But it's too soon for that now. Keep it for me, for the time being."
With that, Ghost Douluo handed the Blue Silver Grass to Yue Guan.
Yue Guan possessed a soul tool capable of storing living things, so he carefully sealed it away.
Ghost Douluo wasn't being reckless—he knew that after consuming the Octagonal Mysterious Ice Grass and Infernal Delicate Apricot, his body had already been tempered by the Ice and Fire Yin Yang Well, granting him a trace of the Ice and Fire Dragon Kings' power.
Even if the Blue Silver Emperor's power awakened inside him, she wouldn't easily be able to retaliate.
However, since he hadn't yet fully absorbed the medicinal essence of those two immortal herbs, he decided to wait until his strength grew even greater.
The day he devoured the Blue Silver Emperor… would not be far away.
After storing the plant, Yue Guan smirked with satisfaction.
"Old Ghost, once Tang Hao finds out we've taken this Blue Silver Grass, he'll probably lose his mind. Where do you think they'll run off to next?"
Ghost Douluo's eyes narrowed.
"I'm not sure. Either back to the Clear Sky Sect… or to the City of Slaughter."
"The City of Slaughter?" Yue Guan frowned, then nodded slightly as a thought struck him.
Both Tang Hao and Bibi Dong had once ventured into the City of Slaughter and survived the Hell Road, earning the title of Death Gods.
It was entirely possible that Tang Hao would send Tang San there for training.
Ghost Douluo knew all too well that the City of Slaughter was the domain of the Asura God.
If Tang San truly entered that place, he might very well attract the Asura God's attention.
"In any case," Ghost Douluo said quietly, "I must become stronger—strong enough to deal with the gods who pull the strings from behind the scenes."
Yue Guan nodded.
"Then where do we head now? The sea, perhaps?"
"Mm. Let's go. We'll get you a hundred-thousand-year soul bone while we're at it."
The two drifted through the sky, chatting as they went.
When the topic of soul bones came up, Yue Guan couldn't help but sigh.
"Old Ghost, Bibi Dong is being really generous this time. She's even prepared three soul bones as rewards for the upcoming Soul Master Tournament."
He frowned slightly, his tone filled with resentment.
"To be honest, those three soul bones were obtained through both our efforts. If Xie Yue, Yan, or Nana end up with them, I can accept that—they're our juniors, ones we've protected and raised ourselves."
"But if something unexpected happens and those soul bones fall into someone else's hands… I'll never accept it."
Ghost Douluo understood what Yue Guan meant.
They had risked their lives countless times for the Spirit Hall, serving like slaves under Qian Xunji and Bibi Dong for years, yet they hadn't even received a single soul bone as reward.
To see the fruits of their labor gifted away to others—who could endure that?
And Ghost Douluo knew Yue Guan's concerns weren't unfounded.
The Spirit Hall Academy team's victory in the Soul Master Tournament wasn't guaranteed.
If Tang San really went to the City of Slaughter and received the Asura God's blessing, the god might release him early, allowing him to participate in the tournament—and throw everything into chaos.
With Yu Xiaogang involved, even if Bibi Dong learned Tang San's true identity, she wouldn't necessarily strike to kill.
Besides, once Ghost Douluo and Yue Guan left the Spirit Hall, many things would begin to change.
Bibi Dong would not tolerate betrayal, yet she would also have to divert her attention to dealing with them.
If Tang San truly became the next Death God and returned to Shrek Academy, leading the team himself…
Then it was entirely possible that he would defeat the Spirit Hall Academy—and those three soul bones would fall into his hands.
Of course, Ghost Douluo had no intention of letting such an outcome occur.
Yue Guan looked at him with a strange smile curling on his lips.
"Old Ghost, with your current appearance, you look no older than sixteen or seventeen. Other than me and that old poison freak, no one knows what you really look like. With your strength, if you were to participate in the Soul Master Tournament two years from now, you'd be an unstoppable force."
Ghost Douluo thought for a moment.
Indeed, as long as he didn't release his Ghost Demon Martial Soul, no one could recognize him.
Two years was a long time—enough for many changes to unfold, and for him to grow even stronger. He could add more soul rings to his second martial soul and temper his power further.
Even without releasing his soul ring, his immense soul power alone would be enough to crush any Soul Ancestor or Soul King-level opponent with ease.
Even if Tang San returned with the Death God Domain, he would still be nothing in Ghost Douluo's eyes.
The thought of snatching those three soul bones from under Bibi Dong's nose made Ghost Douluo grin wickedly.
"Old Chrysanthemum, there are still two years until the tournament," he said, his voice calm yet filled with a hint of amusement. "Who knows what'll happen before then? Let's head for the sea first."
"Alright."
Without further hesitation, the two set off toward the western seas.
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Meanwhile, on the other side.
Tang Hao carried Tang San to a hidden and safe location.
"Damn it! Those two—Chrysanthemum and that damned Ghost—actually tracked us down! If not for my injuries, I'd have smashed them into paste!"
Tang Hao's eyes blazed with fury, his teeth grinding as killing intent surged.
Tang San lowered his head, guilt welling in his chest.
"I'm sorry, Father. It's all my fault. If I hadn't been such a burden, they wouldn't have dared to act so arrogantly."
Tang Hao shook his head firmly.
"No! This has nothing to do with you."
Tang San suddenly recalled the Blue Silver Grass back in the stone chamber.
"Father… Mother is still there. What if they find her?"
"They won't!" Tang Hao replied immediately, his tone sharp and anxious.
"We left the stone chamber before they arrived. Even if they manage to find that place by sheer luck, all they'll see is an ordinary Blue Silver Grass."
Though he spoke confidently, both father and son knew unease still lingered in their hearts.
Not wanting to upset his father further, Tang San quickly changed the subject.
"Father, I've always wondered—why is Mother… a Blue Silver Grass?"
Tang Hao sighed softly, his voice carrying a trace of sorrow.
"Xiao San, it's time you learned the truth. Your mother, like Xiao Wu, was a soul beast that took human form. She was the hundred-thousand-year Blue Silver Emperor."
"What? A hundred-thousand-year Blue Silver Emperor?!"
Tang San was utterly stunned.
He never could have imagined that he was the child of a human Soul Master and a transformed soul beast.
The memory of Xiao Wu's death twisted painfully in his heart, but this shocking revelation dulled the agony slightly as his mind tried to process it all.
Then, Tang Hao began recounting everything—the story of how he and the Blue Silver Emperor met, fell in love, and were later hunted by the Spirit Hall, dragging even the Clear Sky Sect into chaos.
Only after hearing the full story did Tang San finally understand everything. His hatred for Ghost Douluo deepened to the bone.
That man hadn't just killed Xiao Wu—he was also directly responsible for his mother's death.
"Father," Tang San said, his fists clenching tightly, eyes burning with determination. "I never knew you and Mother went through so much. You've carried this pain alone for all these years. I swear—once I grow stronger, I'll avenge Mother and Xiao Wu with you!"
Tang Hao patted his son's shoulder heavily, his expression grave.
"Good child. But remember—true strength isn't built in a day. Your identity is now exposed, and danger will follow you everywhere. With my injuries, I can't keep running with you forever. The only way I can heal in peace is by sending you somewhere safe."
Tang San looked up, startled.
"Father… you mean, you're sending me back to the Clear Sky Sect?"
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End of Chapter