Douluo Dalu - Volume 20 - Slaughter City

by Tang Jia San Shao

  The halo constantly compressed and grew smaller, its color also turning darker and darker.

  Tang San didn’t know what kind of feeling that was, he only felt the warm stream within him completely release. And the tears flowing from his eyes grew more numerous, and more…...

  Finally, all that converging blue had turned into a halo the same size as a spirit ring, the countless overlapping blue specks finally turned black. Waltzing, that brand new black ring of light began to revolve around Tang San with a familiar rhythm, everything in the surroundings becoming still.

  On the ground, the frantically growing blue silver grass was three times taller than before. Their translucency gradually disappeared along with the blue light, but the breath of life they released had clearly become even stronger than before.

  This was the effect of the Blue Silver Emperor’s aura. Under its influence, all blue silver grass would make a qualitative leap. Tang San had obtained a great deal from here, but his Blue Silver Emperor aura had bestowed very much.

  “Don’t cry, great Majesty. The past is already the past. We require your blessing.”

  The Blue Silver King softly called out.

  With everything already quieted down, Tang San slowly opened his eyes, hazy with tears,

  “Thank you.”

  Tang San’s voice was somewhat choked. He wasn’t thanking the Blue Silver King for helping him awaken his true Blue Silver Emperor spirit, but rather thanking him for letting him experience his mother’s aura. Since birth, in two worlds, it was the first time he had felt this inextricable benevolent tenderness.

  “It is I who should thank you. Just your appearance has awoken an even more formidable vitality in us. The spirit ring you obtained now, I condensed it to the extreme limit of what your body could bear. In human terms, this spirit ring would approximately equal what could arise from a twenty five thousand year spirit beast. He really doesn’t come from the outside world, but originates in you yourself. He will grow and evolve along with what you can endure. Whenever you are in the world of your people, it will change according to your body.”

  Right now, Tang San could with difficulty manage to remember the Blue Silver King’s words, but he wasn’t in the mood to sense the changes within his body, and even more wouldn’t discover that his originally ordinary appearance had undergone some minute changes, and these minute changes would make him seem a hundred times more handsome than before.

  His original appearance was only influenced by his father’s blood. But now, he had finally simultaneously inherited the blood of both his parents.

  The present him, could be considered the true him.

  Faint light flickering, Tang San’s face revealed a clear mood fluctuation. He wasn’t in any hurry to leave, but rather released his own spirit Blue Silver Emperor.

  A small cluster of Blue Silver Grass emerged from his right palm, the sparkling and translucent blades of grass didn’t have the thorns of the Ghost Vine, and would only appear a bit bulkier than ordinary blue silver grass. But those sapphire-like blades of grass seemed so beautiful.

  Especially that vein of gold in the center gave people an even more extremely special sense of beauty. This wasn’t Blue Silver Grass, but rather the true Blue Silver Emperor.

  If Blue Silver Grass was a waste spirit, then Blue Silver Emperor was absolutely a first rate spirit, a unique spirit. The only spirit with the blood of the Emperor.

  Part 3 (TL by Bagelson)

  Softly caressing the Blue Silver Emperor, Tang San seemed to sense his mother’s existence. Standing there like that, he kept repeating the same movement.

  From start to finish of the Blue Silver Emperor’s awakening, altogether seven days had passed. After seven days, after the end of the awakening ceremony, Tang San stood quietly in front of the Blue Silver king for three days. Afterwards he quietly bid farewell to this already more than eighty five thousand year old Blue Silver King, and quietly left this ancient forest.

  Stepping out of the forest, Tang San saw his father sitting there cross legged with his eyes closed.

  Sensing his son’s aura, Tang Hao slowly opened his eyes. But as his gaze fell on Tang San, he was utterly dumbfounded.

  Tang San had never seen this kind of expression in his father’s face, that unbounded gentleness. Lips trembling, Tang Hao looked foolishly at Tang San’s face, two rows of tears flowing down his aged face.

  “Ah Yin[1]……”

  Quietly calling out, Tang Hao’s voice was also trembling. He stood, his whole body seeming to tremble. Fiercely taking a step forward, he reached Tang San and, spreading his arms, forcefully pulled his son into his embrace.

  “Ah Yin, Ah Yin…… Do you know how much I missed you? Why would you be so foolish, why……”

  Tang Hao practically shouted, weeping and complaining. Tang San could clearly feel his father’s burning tears falling on his jacket.

  Ah Yin, that should be his mother’s name. Unconsciously, Tang San’s cheeks were also streaming with tears.

  Father and son held each other crying, neither speaking, for a long, long time. It was still Tang San who took the initiative to speak up.

  “Dad……”

  Tang Hao stiffened a moment, slowly raising his head. Both hands grasping Tang San’s shoulders, he looked at him in a daze.

  “Dad.”

  Tang San called out.

  Tang Hao murmured:

  “You know, your mom was very beautiful. She truly was very, very beautiful. She was the most perfect woman in this world. Gentle, kind hearted, beautiful. All the words that can describe beauty seemed to be made just for her. Right now, you finally resemble her somewhat. I seemed to see her waving at me.”

  Raising his head to gaze at the sky, Tang Hao suddenly shouted in a loud voice,

  “Ah Yin, did you see? Our son has already grown up. He’s already grown up. Ah Yin——”

  His father’s deep pain influenced Tang San profoundly. Tang Hao’s shout made everything around them shudder, until a trace of scarlet spread from the corner of his mouth. Facing the sky and roaring, he fell stiffly to the ground.

  Tang San hastily supported his father, shocked. Raising his hand to press on Tang Hao’s chest, a rich and gentle Mysterious Heaven Skill internal strength was infused in his body.

  As the Mysterious Heaven Skill entered Tang Hao’s body, Tang San immediately discovered what was wrong. The energy channels of his father’s body were actually tangled together, none of the five viscera and six bowels in their original places, the energy channels also abnormally chaotic.

  Heavens! If this was an ordinary person, he should have been dead long ago. Tang San’s heart abruptly fell. He had never imagined that the father who had been so tyrannical in front of Supreme Pontiff Palace would actually carry such severe injuries.

  These were old wounds. The old wounds in Tang Hao’s body were so severe that, if not for Tang San’s Mysterious Heaven Skill orthodox school internal strength, he would also have been unable to sense Tang Hao’s present condition. Tang Hao’s body could be described as in danger of collapsing at any time. One mistake, and he would die immediately.

  This was one of the most powerful Title Douluo in the present world. Tang San sensed the pain within his father’s heart. Over all these years, how much had his father endured?

  Drawing a deep breath, Tang San didn’t hesitate to support his father’s body and sit cross legged behind Tang Hao’s back, Mysterious Heaven Skill first circulating once within him. He was shocked to discover that his Conception Vessel had unexpectedly also already been connected. The internal strength circulated along the eight extraordinary meridians, and with just one circuit it seemed to have shot up somewhat. Described in terms of spirit power, Tang San had now already settled stably on the fifty third rank.

  Both hands like jade, gentle white streams of energy puffed out of Tang San’s palms, sticking fiercely to the center of Tang Hao’s back.

  The gentle Mysterious Heaven Skill slo
wly entered Tang Hao’s body. Tang San didn’t urgently heal his father, but rather first circulated his Mysterious Heaven Skill internal strength through his father’s body once, reviewing his father’s for many years wounded energy channels.

  As a sect first class internal strength, Mysterious Heaven Skill’s own treatment capabilities were extremely powerful. However, the resistance within Tang Hao’s body was really too great.

  Tang Hao’s spirit power was an extremely potent existence, and despite not controlling himself right now, that potent energy was still circulating within his body and colliding chaotically.

  The difference between Tang San’s spirit power and Tang Hao’s was too large. At this moment he could only cautiously dodge Tang Hao’s spirit power, and as far as possible nourish the energy channels within Tang Hao’s body.

  The longer his internal strength operated in his father’s body, the lower Tang San’s heart fell. Tang Hao’s old injuries were far, far more serious than he had imagined. It could be said that Tang Hao’s life in this world was a final struggle.

  “Ah——”

  Under the nourishment of the Mysterious Heaven Skill, Tang Hao slowly awoke from unconsciousness.

  He hadn’t felt this comfortable in a great many years. Opening his hazy eyes, Tang Hao frowned,

  “Little San, withdraw. It’s useless. I’m alright.”

  The Mysterious Heaven Skill making a final circuit within Tang Hao, Tang San slowly withdrew his internal strength. But his expression became extremely serious.

  “Dad, your injuries……”

  Tang Hao indifferently said:

  “It’s alright. Over so many years, I’ve become accustomed to it long ago. Don’t tell me you believe that, as a Title Douluo, I would be knocked down by these scrapes?”

  “No, dad.”

  Tang San turned in front of Tang Hao,

  “Your injuries are extremely serious. Without good care, it’s possible you could……”

  “Could what?”

  Tang Hao glared at Tang San,

  “Die, yes? What’s so terrible about dying? Dead, I’ll also go properly accompany your mom. There’s no need for you to care about my matters. What you must do right now is to go stronger as fast as possible according to my instructions. Don’t tell me you want to be unable to protect your loved one like me back then?”

  “Die?”

  Tang San suddenly became agitated,

  “Dad, do you really have nothing else you want in this life? Yes, mom is already dead, but, you still have me in this world. I’m your son. If you die, what do I do? Don’t tell me you don’t want to see me marry and have children in the future, don’t want to see your grandchildren?”

  Tang Hao looked distracted a moment. Looking at Tang San, the light in his eyes became a bit gentle,

  “What are you doing talking about this, I’m still not dead. Moreover, even if I wanted treatment, what use would it be? I know my own injuries. I’m already very fortunate to control them to this degree until now.”

  “I can treat it.”

  Tang San firmly watched his father.

  Tang Hao smiled, a somewhat ridiculing smile,

  “Even a healing type Title Douluo couldn’t cure me. You can?”

  Tang San sternly said:

  “The healing abilities of healing type Spirit Masters can only treat the symptoms, not the root cause. But my spirit power has the ability to get to the root of it.”

  Feeling the comfort within his body, Tang Hao frowned.

  Tang San continued:

  “But I still can’t heal you completely, because my spirit power and yours are too far apart. When my spirit power approaches yours, I’m sure I can treat you.”

  Tang San didn’t exaggerate by this. If his Mysterious Heaven Skill cultivation could reach the ninth realm, relying on this orthodox internal strength, he indeed might cure Tang Hao. But what he didn’t say was that, even when Tang Hao was completely cured, his spirit power would also massively drop from the many years of aggravated injuries.

  Tang Hao calmly said:

  “This is all a matter for later. Later matters can be discussed later.”

  Suddenly, with a putong sound, Tang San sank to his knees in front of Tang Hao.

  “Get up. A man’s knees are gold. What I loathe the most are bowing and scraping people.”

  Tang Hao said angrily.

  A stubborn gaze burst forth in Tang San’s eyes,

  “Dad, I want you to promise me one thing. If you don’t promise, I won’t get up.”

  Tang Hao had never seen his son say something like this to him.

  “What thing?”

  Tang San said in a low voice:

  “From now on, you can’t fight with people again. Especially not with people on the same level of strength as you. Otherwise, if your internal injuries are aggravated, then……”

  Tang Hao impatiently waved a hand,

  “That’s impossible. I still have a lot of things to do. How can I have my hands tied and feet bound?”

  Tang San resolutely said:

  “Dad, I will grow as fast as possible, become strong as fast as possible, as strong as you. I’m your son, your matters are my matters. Leave them to me. I want you to be alive, safe and sound. To see me marry, to see your grandson’s birth, to see our future.”

  Tang Hao pulled Tang San from the ground with one hand. Turning and walking towards the distance,

  “No nonsense. Keep up. It’s time to bring you where you need to go.”

  “Dad——”

  Tang San shouted.

  Tang Hao turned sharply, he was shocked to find the Eight Spider Lances, turned a completely transparent blue, pointing at Tang San’s own eight vitals.

  Blue Silver Grass’ evolution into Blue Silver Emperor had subsequently evolved Tang San’s external spirit bone Eight Spider Lances. Right now only the spear head sharp points of the Eight Spider Lances appeared purple, the rest just like Tang San’s Blue Silver Grass, a sparkling and translucent blue. Only, within this translucent blue, red and white light could faintly be seen moving.

  “What are you doing?”

  The pupils of Tang Hao’s eyes contracted.

  * * *

  [1] (阿银) “Silver”

  Chapter 135: Slaughter City

  Part 1 (TL by Bagelson)

  Tang San gazed at his father without yielding,

  “Dad, promise me. I don’t have a mother, I can’t also be without a father.”

  “You……”

  Tang Hao looked at his son, unable to keep from being somewhat blank.

  “If you don’t promise me, my body for yours, then I’ll accompany you in death.”

  The points of the Eight Spider Lances already stuck to Tang San’s skin. Even if Tang Hao was even more powerful, it would still be impossible to stop his suicide.

  Seeing the resolve in his son’s eyes, Tang Hao knew that Tang San wasn’t playing a joke on him. From childhood he had never shown any intent of disobedience, but right now, his son seemed to have already completely left his control.

  Tang San’s appearance had become handsome, even more like his mother. Tang Hao’s eyes turned somewhat misty, it seemed as if the one standing in front of him wasn’t his son, but his wife.

  “Dad, if mom was still alive, she wouldn’t want you to disregard your health. For me, and for mom, promise me.”

  Drawing a deep breath, Tang Hao faced the sky and sighed,

  “It seems I’ve really grown old. Really unable to do anything. Fine. Once you’ve grown up, I’ll go accompany your mother by her tomb. Let’s go.”

  Finished speaking, he walked forward without turning his head.

  His father’s compromise was a weight off Tang San’s mind. His face revealing a genuine smile, he followed his father with quick steps.

  In the direction Tang Hao brought Tang San, they first reached the side of a small river.

  “Take a look at your present appearance.”


  Tang San stared blankly, present appearance? He lowered his head to look his body over, but there was nothing clearly distinct. Only his muscles didn’t seem as protruding as before, but the proportions of his body were even better.

  Walking to the side of the river, when Tang San saw his reflection in the water, he couldn’t help staring blankly.

  His skin was somewhat fairer than before, dark blue eyes bright and filled with expression, a head of beautiful deep blue long hair, a handsome face with a somewhat steadfast imposing manner. It was as if his face was peeled with a knife, releasing the spirit stored within.

  “This. Is this me?”

  If Tang San was described as ordinary before, then, right now, he would absolutely be on the same level as Dai Mubai and Oscar. Even though the style wasn’t the same, right now he wouldn’t pass without attention like before.

  “Your eyes are bigger, more like your mom. Having inherited her blood, you would naturally also inherit some of the genes she always hid within you.”

  Touching his smooth face,

  “Mom.”

  Tang San’s expression became a bit softer. Laughing wryly in his heart, he didn’t know if Xiao Wu and the others would still recognize him now.

  Carefully watching the reflection in the river, what had changed wasn’t only his appearance. The current him had even changed in temperament, seemingly a bit more refined and serene than before, just like an elegant beautiful youth.

  “Dad, who was mom really?”

  Tang San really couldn’t help but voice the doubts in his heart, asking his father. Who was his mother after all? Why would his mother possess the Blue Silver Emperor Spirit?

  Tang Hao shook his head,

  “I said I’d tell you after you completed all my special training. Let’s go. We must go to where you should go.”

  Once on the road again, Tang Hao’s words returned to being as sparse as before. Tang San judged by the sun in the sky that he hand his father were always heading north. As for where they were going, he had no idea. Only the atmosphere gradually grew colder.

  Tang Hao still followed the trails between the mountains. To them, the cold of the outside world didn’t count as anything.