Chapter 153 Tangtang, who was having hot pot, was unaware that her father was wreaking havoc in the underworld (2/2)

The hand that could easily crush an enemy's throat in the apocalypse was now slightly stiffened by this softness.

A force even more domineering than spiritual power surged through his palm and directly into his heart.

The slight wariness that An Sanchuan had raised was instantly dispelled by that small hand covering his face.

"Hmm, very impressive." His deep voice carried a hint of amusement that he himself didn't even realize.

"Of course!" Ruan Tang puffed out her little chest proudly, but quickly her face fell, and she pouted, complaining, "It's just too slow! It's all that little burden Ruomu's fault. Every time I cultivate, it takes away a lot of my spiritual energy, otherwise I would have been able to establish my foundation long ago!"

She complained, but she didn't really blame Ruomu.

She always had a premonition that this little tree, which could travel with her through time, was definitely not ordinary.

perhaps……

Looking at her fair and tender palms, a bold yet bittersweet thought quietly surfaced in Ruan Tang's mind.

Perhaps one day, Ruomu will be able to gather enough power to tear through time and space once again, and take her and her brother back to her world.

This thought inexplicably made her feel a pang of sadness.

I wonder how my father is doing now... whether he misses his precious daughter.

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The underworld, on the banks of the River of Oblivion.

A chilling wind howled, and ghosts wailed. Countless souls lined up, numbly making their way to the Bridge of Helplessness.

In the dead silence, a powerful roar erupted, nearly causing the surrounding ghost cultivators' souls to shatter on the spot.

"What do you mean 'no such person found'?! Are the laws of cause and effect in your underworld just for show?!"

An old man with white hair and a youthful face, exuding an air of otherworldly wisdom, was now grabbing a ghost general by the collar, puffing out his beard and glaring at him without any regard for his image.

"My daughter! Ruan Tang! So obedient, so gentle, so sweet and cuddly! The number one cutie in the cultivation world! Her physical body collapsed, and her soul didn't come here to report to you, where else could it have gone?!"

Master Baichuan, Ruan Songming, was nearly driven mad with worry.

Ever since those old charlatans from the Heavenly Mystery Pavilion calculated that his daughter's "soul was no longer in this world," he had been convinced that his daughter had died unexpectedly and that her soul had returned to the underworld.

He paid a huge price to obtain a pass to the underworld so he could come down and rescue people.

And what was the result? They searched from the King of Hell's palace to the judge's pen, and then to the Book of Life and Death, for three days and three nights, but they still couldn't find the name "Ruan Tang"!

The ghost general being held captive had a bitter expression on his face, his soul almost bursting under the overflowing spiritual pressure from the real person: "Real person, we really have checked, within the Three Realms, among all the souls of those named Ruan Tang in the past hundred years, there really isn't one you're looking for..."

"Bullshit!" Ruan Songming glared. "My daughter is one of a kind! If you can't find her, it's your dereliction of duty! If you don't hand over my daughter today, believe me, I'll make the River of Oblivion flow backwards for three thousand years!"

As he spoke, he actually rolled up his sleeves, looking as if he was about to cast a spell on the spot.

The ghost soldiers: "..."

Where did this ultimate doting father come from?!

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Ruan Tang, who was being "rescued" by her own father, was currently sneezing loudly and happily.

Achoo—!

"Who's been talking about me so much behind my back?" she muttered, rubbing her itchy little nose.

Yan Yu had already taken off his coat and was busy in the kitchen.

He took out a white jade pot from his spatial storage, which contained a milky white broth that had been simmered with spirit fish bones.

The soup base quickly started bubbling and gurgling as it was heated over the stove.

An extremely rich and delicious aroma, carrying pure spiritual energy, instantly filled the entire room.

Outside the window, snowflakes began to fall without my noticing.

Snowflakes fluttered down, quickly covering the yard and rooftops with a thick white blanket.

Inside, however, it was warm and cozy.

The steam from the hot pot rose upwards, creating a lovely layer of mist on the cold windowpane, keeping out the winter chill. (This chapter has been read. Please click to continue reading the next chapter!)