100. Little Grass.

I raised my wand, its tip aimed behind the roaring waterfall as I hovered above the rushing water. My final target was here.

Beyond the cascading veil, hidden within the cave's shadows, lay a single blade of grass adorned with golden markings. Nearby, a concealed compartment held something even more valuable.

With a flick of my hand, both were drawn into my inner world.

The first was a Blue Silver Emperor—once Ah Yin, the wife of Tang Hao and mother of Tang San. A once-mighty 100,000-year-old spirit beast who had sacrificed herself, reduced to nothing more than a fragile blade of grass. Stripped of power, memories, and sentience, she was forced to start anew.

The second was her soul bone—a 100,000-year-old leg bone brimming with immense power. It granted accelerated regeneration, the ability to heal others, and—bafflingly—flight. Why a blade of grass granted flight, I had no idea.

Suddenly, an overwhelming pressure erupted from the depths of the cave, shaking the air with raw fury.

"You dare?!"

A deep, thunderous roar echoed through the cavern.

But before he could act, I vanished into my inner world.

From my sanctuary, I watched as Tang Hao, the infamous Clear Sky Douluo, murderer of the previous Pope, and a perpetually drunk failure of a father, stormed into the cave. His face twisted with rage as he gripped the Clear Sky Hammer in his calloused hands.

Nine spirit rings flared ominously behind him: Yellow, Yellow, Purple, Purple, Black, Black, Black, Black, Red—the perfect configuration.

I scoffed. Who leaves a plant-type spirit beast in a dark cave with no sunlight? Moron.

As Tang Hao scanned his surroundings, realization struck. His wife—gone. The spirit bone—stolen. Yet, not a single trace of the culprit remained.

"AAAAAHHHHHH! I'LL KILL YOU!"

His enraged roar shattered the cave as he swung his hammer wildly, obliterating everything in sight. His domain expanded, his senses stretched outward in desperation.

But he found nothing.

That only drove him further into madness.

While he raged, I calmly walked toward the Ice and Fire Well, planting the Blue Silver Emperor near its nourishing waters. I sprinkled a few drops of Spirit Pond Water over the blade of grass, then, on a whim, added a few drops of my own blood.

The grass twitched, delicate tendrils wrapping around my finger, eagerly absorbing the life-rich liquid. It acted purely on instinct—no intelligence, no memories, just a primal hunger for survival.

Spirit beasts only gain sentience at 10,000 years. Ah Yin's sacrifice had wiped away everything—her power, her mind, her past. She was nothing but a blank slate.

As for the soul bone, I held it briefly before storing it in my Gate of Babylon. Redundant for me. My healing factor was superior, I could already fly, and if I wanted to heal others, I had better means—potions or even liquid from the Fountain of Youth.

I pulled out a chair and a bottle of butterbeer, settling in to watch Tang Hao spiral into madness.

All creatures within this space instinctively recognized me as their sovereign. The tiny grass curled around my finger in silent devotion.

I wondered just how far Tang Hao would fall.

His son—gone. His wife—gone. His body—crippled from old injuries. His chance for revenge—ripped away.

He had orchestrated this mess years ago—a newly advanced Titled Douluo, a pregnant wife unstable with power, and suddenly, the perfect storm that forced her sacrifice. Convenient.

The only thing he hadn't accounted for was the previous Pope's death. He had left Qian Xunji half-dead, but it was Bibi Dong who finished the job. Given what that man did to her—locking her away, drugging her, forcing himself on her—it wasn't surprising. He drove her to madness, and once she gained power, she returned the favor, killing and even devouring him in his weakened state.

Had Qian Xunji lived, Tang Hao could have strutted back into the Clear Sky Clan as the youngest Titled Douluo with a 100,000-year-old spirit ring and spirit bone, his genius son in tow. Instead, Spirit Hall branded him a murderer, wiped out the Clear Sky Clan's allies, and drove them into seclusion. His own father died in anger, and Tang Hao became the greatest shame of the Clear Sky Sect.

But none of that had anything to do with me, now did it?

Ah Yin was mine now. Finders keepers, losers suck.

I sat back, enjoying the show. Eventually, Tang Hao burned himself out and stormed off.

I didn't move.

I wasn't stupid.

Never underestimate a Titled Douluo—they were just a step below gods. And sure enough, a few minutes later, Tang Hao reappeared, eyes wild, scanning the surroundings with deadly focus.

No doubt he thought he could bait me into revealing myself.

Too bad for him—I wasn't an idiot. You want to play a waiting game with me? Bitch, I'm immortal.

I sipped my butterbeer and stroked the little grass between my fingers. No doubt Tang Hao would completely lose his mind if he heard that I was lovingly caressing his wife while she eagerly accepted my affection.

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