radicalducati Chapter 8 Heavenly Dou Imperial City, Tang Yuehua in the Moon Pavilion, is she a gigolo?
Chapter 8 Heavenly Dou Imperial City, Tang Yuehua in the Moon Pavilion, is she a gigolo?
Tang Ren sat down and began to recover the soul power he had just consumed.
When his dantian was full of soul power, Tang Ren exhaled a long breath.
He is now a level 15 Soul Master!
That's right, it's level 15!
This number far exceeded his expectations.
He originally guessed that with his soul ring of over 1,500 years and his profound foundation, he might be able to break through to level 13 in one fell swoop, or even touch the threshold of level 14.
But to his utter surprise, the final result was that he directly soared to level fifteen!
This is simply an unheard-of miracle!
......
When he opened his eyes again, Tang Hao was already standing in front of him. In his deep eyes, it seemed that he had expected this result, without the slightest surprise.
"Once you're fully recovered, we'll set off."
Tang Hao's voice remained as calm as ever, as if his son's creation of such a miracle was nothing more than a matter of course.
Tang Ren nodded heavily and got up to follow his father.
However, the journey that followed gave Tang Ren a completely new and somewhat comical understanding of the word "strong".
This journey can be described as one of constant upheaval and displacement.
They ate and slept outdoors, and when they got hungry, Tang Hao would casually go into the forest to catch some wild animals that lacked intelligence.
When thirsty, they would seek out a mountain spring or stream.
Tang Ren thought this was his father's way of training him, until one day, when they passed through a small town, Tang Ren looked at the steaming bun shop in the town and couldn't help but swallow.
Tang Hao noticed his gaze, remained silent for a moment, and then, unusually, a hint of embarrassment appeared on his weathered face.
He touched his entire body, and finally shrugged.
At that moment, Tang Ren finally understood a cruel reality—the mighty Haotian Douluo, the once supreme powerhouse who shook the continent, didn't even have a single copper soul coin on him!
They were dirt poor!
And so, after a long journey, a magnificent city, too majestic to be described in words, finally appeared on their horizon.
Heavenly Dou City!
As the imperial city of the Heavenly Dou Empire, its city walls are hundreds of meters high, like a giant dragon lying on the earth, stretching endlessly.
The city wall is made of hard bluestone, covered with the marks of time and the imprint of war.
The city gate was wide enough to accommodate eight carriages side by side. On the city tower, banners fluttered, and guards in fine armor scanned every person entering the city with sharp eyes, conducting extremely strict checks.
Tang Hao clearly did not want to reveal his identity.
He pulled Tang Ren along and led him to a secluded corner of the city wall.
He glanced up at the hundred-meter-high city wall, then whispered to Tang Ren, "Close your eyes and don't make a sound."
The next second, Tang Ren felt his body lighten, the wind whistling in his ears, and when he opened his eyes again, they were already standing silently in a small alley in the city, as if they had never moved.
Tang Hao led him through the bustling streets with practiced ease, and finally stopped in front of a building that stood out from the surrounding noisy shops, appearing exceptionally tall and elegant.
There were no hawkers' cries here, only melodious and pleasant piano music emanating from within, its clear tones enveloping the listener and bringing a sense of tranquility.
The waiters at the entrance were all dressed in fine clothes and had an extraordinary air about them.
In Tang Ren's mind, a long-forgotten memory was instantly activated.
Yuexuan!
The school of court etiquette was run by his aunt, Tang Yuehua, whom he had never met but was very famous.
The royal family and nobility of the Heavenly Dou Empire all studied here.
This place can be said to be the only industry and economic source of the Haotian Sect, which has already gone into seclusion, in this secular world.
He instantly understood why his father had brought him here.
Instead of going through the main entrance, Tang Hao led Tang Ren around to the back of the building like a ghost, and with a few leaps, they silently appeared on the rooftop balcony.
The top floor area was decorated very elegantly, with the fragrance of orchids wafting through the air; it was clearly Tang Yuehua's private space.
Their sudden appearance startled the elegantly dressed woman in the hall, who was carefully pruning a pot of clivia with a pair of silver scissors.
She wore a moon-white palace dress, exuding an elegant and noble air, like a rare orchid in a secluded valley. Time seemed to have left no trace on her face.
"Who?!"
She gasped in surprise and instinctively tried to call for her guards.
Just then, Tang Hao slowly pulled down the hood of his cloak, revealing a face with a stubble beard, etched with vicissitudes and weariness.
Tang Yuehua's voice stopped abruptly.
She was stunned at first, her beautiful eyes filled with confusion.
Immediately, she seemed to recognize a familiar outline on that unfamiliar face, and her eyes changed from blank to shocked.
Finally, when she realized that the dejected man in front of her was her second brother, who had been missing for six years and whom she had both admired and worried about, all her emotions burst forth at that moment!
"elder brother!"
A long-suppressed cry, filled with endless grievances and longing, finally escaped from her lips.
The silver scissors in her hand clattered to the ground, and tears streamed down her face like broken pearls.
She could no longer care about aristocratic etiquette. She rushed forward, hugged her brother tightly, and burst into tears.
Tang Hao's stiff body trembled slightly. He raised his hand and patted his sister's back somewhat clumsily, a complex and tender light flashing in his eyes.
It took Tang Yuehua a long time to calm down.
She wiped away her tears and then noticed that next to her brother's large cloak stood a small, exquisitely beautiful boy with clear and calm eyes.
The moment her gaze fell on Tang Ren's face, she felt as if she had been struck by lightning!
That face, those eyes... they bear at least a 60% resemblance to the gentle, tender woman in my memory!
"Brother, he...he is..." Tang Yuehua's voice trembled, unable to utter the name.
"Yes," Tang Hao nodded, his voice low and hoarse, "His name is Tang Ren, he is my and A Yin's child."
Upon receiving an affirmative answer, Tang Yuehua's tears welled up again.
She knelt down and gently stroked Tang Ren's cheek with her slightly trembling hands, her voice choked with emotion: "Good child... such a good child... I am your aunt."
Tang Hao also said to Tang Ren, "Little Ren, call her aunt."
"Auntie," Tang Ren called out obediently.
"Hey!" Tang Yuehua responded, pulling him tightly into her arms.
After a brief reunion, Tang Hao explained his purpose: "Yuehua, I'd like Xiaoren to stay with you for a while."
He looked at Tang Ren, a hint of reluctance in his eyes, but his tone left no room for argument:
"You are best at dealing with people, so teach him some aristocratic etiquette and manners, so that he won't end up like me, only knowing how to solve problems with his fists. Also, please prepare the sect's medicinal bath for Xiao Ren to soak in."
The medicinal bath of the Haotian Sect is the culmination of countless efforts by the Po clan. It has miraculous effects on tempering the physical body and consolidating the foundation, and is extremely precious.
"Of course, no problem!" Tang Yuehua agreed without hesitation, looking at Tang Ren with affection.
"This is my own nephew, I want to give him the very best! Brother, please stay with us too, there's our sibling relationship and our older brother..."
"No, thank you." Tang Hao interrupted her, putting his cloak back on to cover his face. "I have my own things to do."
He looked deeply at Tang Ren, as if trying to etch his son's image into the depths of his soul.
Then, his figure began to become illusory, fading away like a reflection in water.
"Take good care of yourself."
He left behind a few words and then vanished completely from the balcony, as if he had never been there.
Tang Ren clearly hadn't expected that Tang Hao would actually place him with Tang Yuehua.
Of course, living here would elevate his quality of life, especially since he had just heard about medicinal baths.
"Why does this feel like I'm living off a woman?" Tang Ren thought to himself.