Chapter 235
Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon vanished from the face of the earth. It was destroyed, or at least so tales told, with only a select few individuals knowing about it. Both Liu Erlong and the Grandmaster breathed sighs of deep relief when they received Tang Yin's information. Yu Hua left behind his Store and Training almost immediately after receiving Yin's letter, delivered by courier, revealing the truth about what happened.
He, too, breathed deep sighs of relief and shed tears of joy at hearing that nothing had happened to his family and that everyone was safe while travelling back to the main continent.
Gale and Damian suddenly faced an influx of new prosthetic orders, leaving them very busy. Gale continued to fiddle with Tang Yin's prototype, which was taking more and more form, and wailed bloody tears when she had her broken one delivered, admitting she kind of went up against a title douluo with it.
Gale was partially proud that it had not been pulverised, and on the other side, screamed Sodom and Gomorrah as he cursed just how close to destruction it was.
Tang Yin returned to Moon Pavilion to see Tang San alongside Jiang, where she spent a few days grovelling and even managed to attend Tang San's graduation ceremony. Her plans to head to the Arctic Lands were put on hold, though, at her brother's and Aunt Yuehua's request to introduce themselves to the Haotien Sect.
Tang Yin saw no reason to, and felt no desire either, but Tang San insisted, emphasising that it was a matter of fact: their birth Clan. So she eventually agreed, but she refused to see her father; she was nowhere near ready to forgive him yet.
So when Tang San went to find out truths from their father, she remained behind and pummeled the few practice partners she had at Moon Pavilion before setting out, without Jiang, who remained behind to prepare for their trip to the Arctic land and take a look at the graveyard whose burial he enforced to make sure it would remain secret from humanity.
He was still angry at her, and Yin knew he would need time to actually, maybe someday, forgive her, and she was ready to wait for it. No matter how long it took.
Tang Yin and Tang San were both dressed in white. Twenty-four Moonlit bridges fastened to Tang Sans' waist, while Yin was weaponless but dressed in a way to appear harmless. Concealing her missing arm carefully beneath a white hoodie and a dress beneath it that made her appear harmless. Her long hair was tied up with a multitude of white tassels, and keeping it tied back would not bother her.
She looked around. If she didn't know this for certain and from Tang Yuehua, she would never have guessed this was the entrance to Clear Sky school. It looked a bit like their hometown, rural, children playing in the fields, people farming, or about to return home from a busy day.
Taking a second look at the map, Tang San confirmed once again. They were in the right place. The Clear Sky school was in this little unremarkable village; it was the place that had brought forth so many spirit masters and was once lauded as the strongest Clan in the known world. It seemed to be a simple mountain village.
All kinds of thoughts filled their head as they were more and more confused at the sight in front of them. Admittedly, Tang Yin was only present because Tang San had insisted.
Suddenly, a middle-aged villager stopped them.
"Please leave, we do not welcome strangers here." He sized the siblings up, his gaze keen as he observed them. Tang Yin, on principle, flashed him her lovliest smile. Tang San, next to her, sighed inwardly.
"We are not outsiders; in a sense, we are only returning home." He said, and Yin had to hold herself back from rolling her eyes. This was in no way returning home. This was home.
The middle-aged villager stared blankly.
"Returning home? We have no noble young master and misses like you around here. We are country folk. What kind of home are you returning to?" The other villagers began to pay closer attention, their expressions tightening. Their hands gripping their weapons tighter,
their gaze keener. Their feet shifted as they began to surround them. Tang Yin shifted herself, twirling in her hand a small knife.
Tension rode high; it was clear that one wrong move and violence would explode. Tang San raised his hand, and a dark light began to appear. A powerful aura filled the area when his hand tightly gripped a Clear Sky Hammer.
"Can this prove it?" He asked. Seeing the clear sky hammer, the atmosphere relaxed quickly, and once it returned to normal, Tang Yin withdrew her knife back into the sleeves of her hoodie. As they looked at them, the only thing that remained was respect.
"Dare I ask which family you are from? I don't know if I have seen you before."
Tang San looked at Yin, who sighed. "Our Aunt is called Tang Yuehua." She answered his question. "She had us return."
Once she had spoken, the two of them were ushered inside and treated with more respect than before. Tang Yuehua's status was not in question; she was second only to the Clan master, after all. Tang Yin looked at Tang San for a moment, tension still high inside her. This truly was an outpost, she assumed, after seeing how the people behaved. It had to be. Meaning this was not the heart of the Clans' strength.
Still, the people here were cautious. It was clear that had Tang San not shown his hammer, the two of them would not even have gotten this far, and Yin was also aware that if she didn't look so much like her brother, they would not have let her get this far either. The two of them were invited into an empty house.
Soon, urgent footsteps were heard outside. The door opened, and a few men clothed in grey appeared in the doorway. The man in the lead had wide shoulders, a broad back and a severely cut face. His hair resembled steely grey, and he was somehow in his thirties. Yin, for a moment, felt the itch to draw him; he had an interesting aura about him and would make amazing stuff for anatomy studies, considering the bulk of muscles he was showing beneath his clothes.
"You are Tang San?" The gred clothed leader asked, a sharp light in his eyes, hostility and curiosity alike unhidden, as his gaze wandered to Tang Yin. "And you must be Tang Yin."
Both of them were certain they did not know this person, but they nodded in agreement.
"Yes," Yin said and looked straight into his eyes. Holding a challenge inside them. She did not know who he was, but she was not about to let hostility from a complete stranger she had done nothing to go unanswered.
"Follow us." He said, waving his hands, turned and then headed outside. The siblings looked at each other, quickly nodded, and Tang San took the lead with Yin on his heels, guarding each other. Tang Yuehua had warned them there would be no warm welcome. Tang San himself did not mind; he was here to atone for the debt his father owed the Clan. Tang Yin, on the contrary, did mind. She did not know them; in her eyes, these people were strangers, angry at her for her father's deeds.
She saw utterly no reason to tolerate it, but still kept quiet mostly for her brother's sake.