Douluo: When the piano sounds, the hidden weapon returns to the factory

The Blue Silver Emperor in the jade basin suddenly shook violently, its golden veins radiating a dazzling light, and its leaves eagerly pointed towards the wind, as if explaining something.

"Human." The ancient voice suddenly turned low and dangerous, causing the blue silver grass throughout the forest to rustle without wind. "Why do you possess the power of a king's bloodline? Could it be that you—"

Before he finished speaking, Blue Silver Emperor suddenly extended its roots from the jade basin and gently wrapped them around Feng Yao's wrist.

"It seems," Feng Yao gently stroked the leaves of the Blue Silver Emperor, a slight smile playing on his lips, "that my tenant will have to testify for the landlord himself."

The commotion in the forest gradually subsided, but the voice remained wary: "If you dare harm the king..."

Qian Renxue channeled her soul power, preparing to unleash her true martial soul form at any moment.

The leaves of the Blue Silver Emperor vibrated rapidly, emitting strange ripples of soul power, as if telling a story in some way. Although Feng Yao couldn't understand the specifics, judging from the gradually calming atmosphere of the forest, the "old steward" should have understood the whole story.

"So, it was you who escorted our king back." The aged voice suddenly became as gentle as a spring breeze, even causing the surrounding blue silver grass to unfurl. "But humans, what about that precious land you promised?"

Feng Yao lightly tapped the rim of the jade basin with his fingertip: "If you don't believe me, you are welcome to come and witness it."

“If it is as you say—” The entire forest suddenly shook violently, and all the Blue Silver Grasses simultaneously burst into golden light. “What harm is there in the migration of my entire Blue Silver Clan?!” The voice trembled with excitement, and even the ground began to shake slightly.

A gentle fluctuation of soul energy suddenly rippled through the forest, and a soft, melodious female voice flowed through their hearts: "This matter can be discussed later."

The aged voice that had spoken earlier immediately responded respectfully: "It was this old servant who overstepped his bounds. Your Majesty, please escort our distinguished guest into the woods."

In an instant, the dense blue-silver grass field collapsed to both sides like Moses parting the seas, forming a winding path. Feng Yao and Qian Renxue exchanged a glance and followed the path.

"You—" Feng Yao looked down at the jade basin, his expression strange, "could it be that you can always talk?"

Suddenly, all the leaves of the Blue Silver Emperor stood up, and a woman's voice, filled with embarrassment and anger, exploded in their minds: "If it weren't for my people lending me their power, I'd still be listening to your shameless rent-related theories!"

Feng Yao couldn't help but chuckle, lightly tapping the trembling leaf with his fingertip: "It seems our little tenant has quite a temper."

On the forest path, Feng Yao suddenly chuckled softly, "It seems Tang Hao's treatment of you is nothing special after all." He lightly tapped the rim of the jade basin with his fingertip, "Such tenacious vitality, yet you've endured so much suffering in a dark, sunless cave."

"Nonsense!" The Blue Silver Emperor's leaves trembled violently, its voice quivering. "At that time, I hadn't regained my senses; Ah Hao had no idea."

“Perhaps.” Feng Yao nodded, interrupting, his gaze deep and unfathomable. “But you may not understand human nature better than I do; human nature is complex.” He casually brushed aside the drooping vines. “If it were me, all alone, I would never leave you in that place, neither out of sentiment nor reason. Perhaps what he was considering wasn’t just you.”

Qian Renxue raised an eyebrow with interest: "Then why do you think it is?"

"I was able to awaken its bloodline power here entirely thanks to the power of these Blue Silver Grasses," Feng Yao said meaningfully, gazing into the depths of the forest. "But this power is clearly limited—Tang Hao wants to keep it by his side, but he also wants to pave the way for Tang San. If he sends it back, I'm afraid the being deep in this forest will prevent him from ever seeing the Blue Silver Emperor again, and the power of these Blue Silver Grasses will all be used for the Blue Silver Emperor's recovery."

"Your esteemed guest certainly has discerning eyes," the Blue Silver King's weathered voice suddenly interjected. "A few days ago, Tang Hao did indeed arrive here carrying the bloodline of the King."

"Little Blue!" Blue Silver Emperor interrupted urgently, "Are they... alright?"

The wind in the forest suddenly ceased, and the Blue Silver King sighed deeply, "This old servant has failed Your Majesty's entrustment. That day, Tang Hao was severely wounded and fled to this place carrying your bloodline. Although this old servant offered assistance, I had to prioritize the safety of my people." His voice trailed off, "Fortunately, they are now safe."

"That's good, Xiao Lan. You've had a hard time while I was away."

The leaves in the jade basin drooped slightly, casting dappled shadows in the moonlight. Feng Yao clearly felt the fluctuations of soul power emanating from his palm, carrying an indescribable sense of melancholy.

The forest suddenly opened up, revealing a giant blue silver grass that was as thick as three people could hug. Its entire body was covered in dazzling golden patterns, and ancient vines were wrapped around its main stem, trembling slightly as if performing some ancient ritual.

The blue silver grass on the ground suddenly swayed in unison, the blades rustling melodiously, like a grand ball welcoming a king. Tiny blue-gold halos rose from the tips of the grass, weaving into dazzling bands of light in the sunlight.

“My King,” the Blue Silver King’s thick vines writh uneasily, “are we truly to use the entire power of our race to awaken this human’s bloodline power? If so—”

"Alright, Little Blue." Blue Silver Emperor's voice suddenly became incredibly authoritative, and the leaves in the jade basin emitted a dazzling light. "I believe in them."

Feng Yao noticed that as he spoke, a tender leaf of the Blue Silver Emperor quietly wrapped around Qian Renxue's finger, as if pleading for something. Qian Renxue's lips curled slightly, and a wisp of true solar fire condensed at her fingertips, but she gently avoided the leaf.

To reassure the Blue Silver King, Feng Yao lightly traced a line on his soul tool with his fingertip, and a smooth jade box appeared out of thin air. The moment the lid opened, a dazzling golden light shone like the rising sun, and the oppressive aura of the Qirong Tongtian Chrysanthemum caused all the Blue Silver Grass within a ten-zhang radius to bow down.

"This is..." The Blue Silver King's leaves suddenly straightened, and the golden veins flashed at an unprecedented frequency. It clearly sensed that, in terms of the bloodline power contained in that immortal plant alone, it was even purer than its own!

Feng Yao gently stroked the petals, explaining, "This celestial plant grew in the core area of ​​that treasure land, where the energy was so abundant that it matured without developing sentience." He closed the jade box, the golden light gradually fading. "Now, do you trust me?" The Blue Silver King's trunk trembled slightly, its vines drooping respectfully. "Such pure bloodline power... this old servant is ashamed." Its aged voice held an unprecedented solemnity. "Human, the Blue Silver Clan, is willing to trust you this time."

A gentle breeze swept through, causing all the Blue Silver Grass in the forest to sway. Qian Renxue noticed that the Blue Silver Emperor in Feng Yao's palm was gently rubbing his wrist with its leaves, conveying its gratitude.

"As Your Majesty commands." The Blue Silver King's voice suddenly became solemn and dignified, his aged tone filled with barely suppressed excitement. "Twenty years have passed. We, the motherless children, have finally felt the presence of a monarch once more. Honored guest, please accept the Blue Silver Clan's homage."

Before the words were even finished, an immense aura suddenly surged forth, causing the entire forest to tremble violently. Qian Renxue's pupils constricted, and her Six-Winged Angel Martial Soul manifested uncontrollably—she felt a tremendous pressure surging in from all directions. It wasn't emanating from the Blue Silver King before her, but from the entire forest.

A breathtaking scene unfolded: a deep blue light quietly emanated from each Blue Silver Grass. Each Blue Silver Grass might emit only a tiny blue dot, but when the blue light from billions of Blue Silver Grasses coalesced, it created a vast blue ocean. And Feng Yao stood at the very center of this ocean.

To Feng Yao's surprise, his body seemed to have transformed into a bottomless abyss, greedily devouring the blue ocean. But the expected throbbing pain did not occur; instead, a warmth emanating from the depths of his blood flowed, as if he had returned to the cradle of life.

His skin gradually became translucent, shimmering with a crystal-like blue luster. Countless shimmering blue silver grass phantoms grew from his body, reflecting the light from the outside world. At this moment, he seemed to have transformed into the hub of the entire forest, bathed in a gentle blue ocean, every cell of his body rejoicing.

Qian Renxue stared blankly at the scene, her golden eyes reflecting the boundless blue light. She saw Feng Yao's hair gradually taking on a blue hue, his robes fluttering without wind, like a forest god descending to earth.

The six spirit rings lit up one after another like stars—yellow, yellow, purple, black, black, black—neatly circling around Feng Yao, no longer pulsating, but silently suspended like loyal guardians. Countless blue light spots, like moths to a flame, frantically surged into the spirit rings, coating each one with a dreamlike blue halo.

Suddenly, all the light surged towards his right leg. Feng Yao's heart skipped a beat—the Blue Silver Emperor right leg bone was burning intensely!
"Honorable guest, there is no need to panic," the Blue Silver King's voice rang out at the opportune moment. "Although you have received the King's grace and possess the King's bloodline power within you, it has not yet been truly integrated. Now is the time to use the King's bloodline as a guide to reshape your bloodline."

Feng Yao suddenly realized. Unlike Tang San's innate awakening of the Blue Silver Grass, he only had this one soul bone in his body. He needed to undergo this transformation to truly awaken the Blue Silver Emperor bloodline.

The soul bone in his right leg began to become crystal clear, eventually transforming into a dazzling sapphire-like crystal. Guided by countless points of light, the soul bone slowly melted away, transforming into the purest energy that merged into his limbs and bones.

All six spirit rings simultaneously shone with a blue-gold light, shining brilliantly as if they had been reforged. Feng Yao's figure became even more slender and well-proportioned, with golden patterns flowing through his dark blue hair, like a galaxy flowing in the night sky. Most remarkably, he began to exude a life aura of the same origin as the Blue Silver Emperor, as if he had become a part of the forest.

Feng Yao closed his eyes, sensing the earth-shattering changes within his body—this was not an increase in soul power, but a sublimation of the essence of life. Every inch of his flesh and blood was undergoing a transformation under the nourishment of the Blue Silver Emperor bloodline, and surging life force flowed through his meridians like a tide, causing even the surrounding Blue Silver Grass to tremble.

The six spirit rings disappeared into his body one after another, and the blue light began to spin rapidly, condensing into a huge blue halo around him. The halo continued to solidify as it contracted, its color gradually changing from azure to deep indigo, and finally transforming into a pitch-black spirit ring, which silently floated beneath Feng Yao's feet.

As the new spirit ring began to slowly pulse, the entire forest fell into an eerie silence. Feng Yao opened his eyes, a flash of blue-gold light appearing briefly within them, and solemnly bowed to the Blue Silver King: "Thank you for your kindness."

The Blue Silver King's vines swayed gently: "This is a gift from the Blue Silver Clan to their benefactor." It turned to the Blue Silver Emperor in the jade basin, its voice suddenly softening, "Moreover, you have brought back our king."

A gentle breeze swept by, and the golden patterns of the Blue Silver Emperor faintly appeared on the newly formed black soul ring, reflecting the golden and blue luster between Feng Yao's hair.

Feng Yao focused his mind and looked inward, his heart churning with shock. In an instant, he suddenly understood. At the same time, he also understood how this soul ring and the divinely bestowed soul ring in the divine trial were formed.

This spirit ring is a perfect fusion of the Blue Silver Emperor bloodline and the faith power of billions of Blue Silver Grasses. The reason it can improve with the strength of the spirit master is obviously because the spirit master is constantly getting stronger and the power of the bloodline is constantly growing.

The so-called divinely bestowed soul rings are likely creations condensed by the gods through the power of faith! This also explains why the rewards for the Sea God's assessment are always far more generous than those of other first-level deities. Compared to the rarely known angelic deities and the Rakshasa Gods who can only draw faith from the City of Slaughter, the power of faith that the Sea God, who rules the entire ocean, can collect is simply incomparable.

"Time flies." Feng Yao sighed inwardly as he gazed at the faintly visible six-winged phantom behind Qian Renxue. The angelic faith that once illuminated the entire continent was now reduced to a mere starlight; and the Rakshasa God was even worse off, forced to draw distorted faith from that sinful city, faith that had even been stolen from the Asura God.

As the last ray of blue light dissipated, Qian Renxue was about to speak when her pupils suddenly dilated – Feng Yao in front of her had his clothes torn due to the change in his size, and was now standing naked in the morning light!
"You!" She turned around instantly, her ears burning red, her voice trembling, "Hurry up and put your clothes on!"

Feng Yao looked down at himself and realized that his once-fitting robes had been reduced to strips of cloth hanging around his waist. His strong muscles gleamed healthily in the sunlight, and new blue-gold veins were faintly visible on his skin.

"It was an accident, purely an accident. Besides, we're an old married couple, why be shy?" He suppressed a laugh as he took out new clothes from his soul tool and deliberately dressed slowly. "But Xue'er...did you secretly peek at me a few times just now?"

"Shut up!" Qian Renxue raised her hand and unleashed a True Sun Fire, but deliberately missed the empty space at his feet, causing even the Blue Silver Emperor, who was not far away, to curl up in fear.

After Feng Yao took out his new clothes from his soul tool and dressed himself, a familiar smile appeared on his lips, but with a more sunny air than usual: "How is it? Does this new look meet His Highness the Crown Prince's standards?" He deliberately turned around, his dark blue hair shimmering with golden light in the sunlight.

Qian Renxue blushed and turned around to examine him closely—his originally slender figure now appeared even more upright, and his arms, which had been somewhat thin from years of practicing the zither, now had clearly defined lines. Most remarkably, the faint yet palpable life force surrounding him made one unconsciously want to get closer.

“Indeed.” She reached out and poked his muscular arm. “You’ve gotten quite muscular.” Her fingertips lightly brushed the ends of his dark blue hair. “It’s this hair color.”

Feng Yao chuckled, catching her mischievous fingers. His gaze lingered between her dazzling blonde hair and his own dark blue strands. "Isn't this perfect?" he whispered. "Blue and gold, a match made in heaven."

The Blue Silver Emperor shook its leaves in the jade basin, making a rustling sound, as if protesting against this sudden display of affection.

(End of this chapter)