Chapter 32: Not Born of the Same Parents

  Soon after, Tang Yan arrived at the entrance of the altar, and unlike Yang Ruyan's enthusiastic congratulations, he was met with only strange glances from Tang Qiong, Tang Ying, Ailin Da, and Du Yang.

  Tang Qiang carefully looked at Tang Yan who was walking towards him. It should be Tang Yan, this appearance was all too familiar to him.

  Tang Ying quickly stepped forward: "What's wrong with you? You've been promoted to Wu Ling and have also successfully completed the baptism, shouldn't you be happy?"

  Tang Yan furrowed his brow, thinking back on what had just happened, unaware that he was moving away from the altar and also not noticing Tang Ying.

  "This is the young master of our house! Tang Qiang put down his heart and welcomed Tang Yan, with a heavy slap on his shoulder, solemnly encouraging: "Don't be discouraged, stand up straight, you must be like a man!"

  Tang Yan was lost in thought, and was almost startled to the ground by his sudden pat. He looked up at the robust and ferocious man before him, and a series of information flashed through his mind - Tang Qiong, one of the five great martial kings of the Tang family, known as the Butcher, deeply trusted by Tang Yan's father, had been secretly protecting the second young master of the Tang family for many years.

  "Don't recognize me?"

  Du Yang lazily said, "Could it be that you were beaten by Yang Ruyan? That little girl is considered to have made a fortune from today onwards, with a 70% activation rate and unlocking the body's treasure trove. Do you still not have the motivation to pursue?"

  "Hum!! How can she be worthy of Tang Yan!" Tang Ying suddenly pouted.

  "Huh? You seem... quite emotional?" Du Yang raised an eyebrow, revealing a strange smile.

  "You're so lazy you can't even be bothered with yourself!"

  Tang Yan looked at Tang Qiang steadily: "Uncle Tang Qiang, did you hear that just now? The activation rate is unknown?"

  "That old thing has been around for a long time, it's inevitable that it'll make mistakes. Don't worry about it, when we get home, let's have the elder of our clan take a good look at it. Stop frowning and looking so gloomy, be a man!!"

  Tang Yan still stared at him steadily, after a while, his face turned bitter: "Uncle, I'm not your biological child?"

  "Huh?" The crowd's eyes twitched violently, Du Yang was taken aback, and burst out laughing.

  Tang Qiong's face turned stern: "What nonsense are you talking about!"

  "I am a member of the Tang family, so it should be the Tang family's spiritual vein that is activated. How come the activation rate is unknown?"

  "This... uh..."

  "I need to go home and ask my old man if I'm really his biological child." Tang Yan's face was bitter, almost in tears, looked at Elynda beside him, opened his arms: "Teacher, hug me, comfort me."

  "Get out!!" Elinda's face changed color, and she almost kicked him out with one foot.

  "Sister, give me a hug, I'm having a tough life." Tang Yan shifted his target and hugged Tang Ying instead.

  Tang Ying's small face turned red, and she didn't know whether to hide or not. Just as she was hesitating about being brave, Tang Yan's expression suddenly became serious: "Men and women should maintain a proper distance, little sister, what kind of expression is this? Please be more reserved."

  "Get out!!" Tang Ying kicked over.

  "Haha, just kidding, I'm fine. Where are we staying now? I'm tired, let's go back and rest. Professor Eriol, would you like to come to my room for a bit? I have some special questions I'd like to ask you in person?"

  Ailin chose to ignore him, Du Yang's expression was tangled, but Tang Qiang secretly nodded in agreement. That's right, this is indeed the young master of my house.

  Back at the inn, Tang Yan let out a sigh and chose a room, locking it from the inside: "I'm going to take a nap, don't disturb me."

  "Hey!! That's my room! Don't touch my stuff!" Tang Ying suddenly came to her senses, stamping her foot in anger.

  Du Yang lazily leaned on the bamboo chair in the hall, with a hint of a smile, and said: "Is this not your family's young master?"

  Tang Qiu's eyes sparkled with thought: "Some changes."

  "What a change! It's like a completely different person!"

  Tang Qiang's gaze slowly turned to Du Yang, as if in the past, for someone like Du Yang, he wouldn't even bother to acknowledge him, but every year's baptism would change many people's fate, and this year's biggest harvest had five people, among whom was... Du Yang!

  Petrification Spiritual Pulse! The spiritual power contained within has an innate petrification attribute, which is completely different from cultivating petrification martial techniques. Once this pulse grows up, it will be extremely powerful, and its potential is enough to drive many families crazy. Most importantly, the mutated pulse is equivalent to a newly born pulse, with surging vitality, and its growth rate far exceeds that of ordinary pulse activation.

  "Little guy, are you interested in attaching yourself to the Tang family?"

  "Me?"

  "Is there anyone else here?"

  Du Yang shrugged and leaned lazily on the bamboo chair: "Thanks for the kind intention, I'm a person who dislikes being restrained the most."

  "Suit yourself." Tang Qiang didn't force the issue, his cold and hard personality wasn't suitable for being a mediator either.

  Tang Yan sat cross-legged on the bed, gathering all his jests and frolics. The so-called frivolity was just a mask in front of people, and the true self would always be revealed when alone. He carefully felt the changes in his body, stretched out his right hand, and silently manipulated his spiritual energy. A cluster of cyan flames suddenly rose, following Tang Yan's consciousness, the flames jumped back and forth between his fingertips and palm, like a lively fairy, extremely dazzling.

  From the martial artist's promotion to Wu Ling, the spiritual power in his body surged by more than tenfold. His control over spiritual power naturally gained new insights, and he believed that the mysterious shadow martial skills would also make a breakthrough.

  "Go!" Tang Yan snapped his fingers, and a thumb-sized fireball flew towards the teapot on the wooden table. In an instant, the green flames spread, completely engulfing the teapot, and in just three short seconds, it was reduced to ashes.

  The speed at which the green flame burns objects has increased greatly! This suggests that its efficiency in refining animal corpses will also be improved! No longer needing to wait for tens of minutes or even twenty-odd minutes like before.

  With a thought, the green flame on his fingertips converged, and Tang Yan took out three vials of Spiritual Origin Liquid from his bosom. These were items he had hidden away for use in times of need. The three vials of Spiritual Origin Liquid all came from second-grade demon beasts, which didn't have much effect on Tang Yan, who was already at the Martial Spirit level. However, Tang Yan needed them now to do something.

  Swallow the spiritual liquid in sequence, and the Undying Heaven's Secret will rotate with it. The spiritual energy gathers into the meridians, and the evil breath separates and gathers at the seven major acupoints of the right eye. The essence of life is then fully condensed, deeply entering the elixir field and sea of qi.

  Tang Yan carefully guided the essence of life into his dantian, transforming it into a fine thread that extended towards the obscure and unknown regions. To Tang Yan's senses, all the obscure areas around the qihai were blind spots where no objects should exist, and it was also difficult to explore the scenes within.

  However, recalling the experience in the Life Spring Pool, Tang Yan can be certain that there is something in a certain direction, what he needs to do is to tear it out and at least figure out what exists in his own Dantian.

  After the most strenuous effort, all of his life's energy was exhausted, yet he had gained nothing. Tang Yan was unwilling to give up and began to gather the essence of life from the 'Life Mist', even guiding the flames within the Sea of Qi to penetrate inside.

  A series of attempts, persistent efforts, consumed a lot of Tang Yan's energy, but the calm and peaceful void space did not reveal any unusual existence.

  Was everything before an illusion? Impossible! Tang Yan took a deep breath and tried again, if he couldn't get rid of this ghost thing, it would be a disaster.

  "Little guy, spare yourself the trouble, old ancestor I don't want to come out, even if you die from exhaustion, don't think about succeeding."

  A tender voice echoed in his mind, Tang Yan was slightly startled, and he opened his eyes to vigilantly look around.

  "Where are you looking? Can't you show some respect? I'm your ancestor, in your belly!" The childish voice was somewhat annoyed.

  "Huh?" Tang Yan focused his mind and looked inward again, and in the misty area where the Qi Sea and the Primordial Chaos intersected, a... uh... baby? Doll? appeared.

  The little guy's whole body was a deep crimson, crystal clear and translucent, chubby and plump, with two big eyes that were extremely lively. There was a golden light spot on his brow, shining brightly, and around his neck he wore a golden chain. At first glance, he looked just like the Golden Cicada Boy who stood by the side of Guanyin in myth.

  Tender and lovely.

  "Damn it!! I knew there was something in my stomach, get out of here!" Tang Yan was stunned for a moment, then suddenly became furious!

  The little doll lay lazily on the air sea: "Aye? The little guy's temper is not small, you shout again and I'll listen, believe it or not, old ancestor, I'll make you unable to get out of bed for three days?"

  Tang Yan was both shocked and amazed: "I'm pregnant? You're in my belly? What kind of thing are you? How did you appear in my belly?"

  Little doll rolled her eyes: "Old ancestor, I've been in a bad mood lately. When speaking to me, it's best to use honorifics."

  "I'm asking you something, believe it or not I'll...". Tang Yan wanted to say some harsh words, but he opened his mouth and didn't know what to say.

  Looking back on the strange scenes that have been lingering in my mind, I vaguely feel that this little guy is probably connected to the evil demon shadow. Moreover, just now, when this little thing opened its eyes, a wave of evil aura spread throughout the air, and the blue ocean churned up waves, and the spiritual power inside me showed obvious signs of chaos.

  "What about me? Throw me out?" The little doll raised its chubby little hand, and a golden chain suddenly appeared, pulling his wrist back fiercely: "Can you? I can't even do it!"

  Tang Yan took a deep breath, forcing himself to calm down: "This... brother! The way we met for the first time may not be very pleasant, let's dissipate our anger and start anew. I'll ask you first, who are you?"

  The little guy raised his head and said in a proud but childish voice: "Benye, evil ancestor."

  Tang Yan's eyes twitched at the corners as he continued, "Why are you inside my belly?"

  "Does it have anything to do with you?"

  "Alright, third question, what do you want to do?"

  "What's it to you?"

  "Uh-huh, okay. Fourth question, how long do you want to stay?"

  "Nonsense."

  Tang Yan quietly took a breath, unaffected by the other's teasing. His gaze changed several times, and his attention slowly fixed on the golden chain around the Blood Doll's neck. After a moment, a strange smile spread across his face: "One last question, I don't care who you are or how you got into my belly, nor do I care what you want to do for now... but did you really think this place is a free hotel? Bastard! Pay the rent!"

  "Huh? The blood doll showed some interest, silently smiled: "Little guy's insight isn't bad."

  "Pay rent!"

  The little doll chuckled twice: "You're smarter than I imagined, but you're still far from being my opponent. Although I can't kill you, I can make you wish you were dead! So it's the same old saying, when speaking, use honorifics!"

  Tang Yan became more and more certain of his conjecture, this little thing was definitely trapped, the worry and tension in his heart slightly relaxed: "If you don't want to pay rent, let's go back to the original question, who are you? Where did you come from? Why are you here?"

  "I'll pay a year's rent first - you can try to stimulate the purple patterns in your meridians with spiritual energy." The little guy's mouth curled up into a strange smile, his body slowly sinking down, silently submerging into the greenish-blue sea of energy, leaving behind only an ethereal voice: "Let me give you a warning, never go to Dusty Fate Pavilion, never trust Bald Donkey, or you'll regret it for the rest of your life!"