Douluo: Emerald Poison Emperor-Chapter 209: Douluo: Emerald Poison Emperor []

After achieving all of his goals in the cave, Chen Ming initially planned to leave quietly, erasing all traces of his presence. However, after some thought, he came up with a more malicious and psychological plan. He placed the box containing the soul bone into his Hundred Treasures Purse and began writing on the stone wall with his left hand.

Under Chen Ming's control, the writing on the wall appeared deranged, and he infused it with a sense of malice and death. At first glance, the crazed lettering would give anyone an overwhelming feeling of sin and madness.

To create the impression of a fanatical and insane evil soul master, Chen Ming deliberately made the writing disjointed, filled with curses and meaningless repetition. Yet, amidst the chaos, it conveyed a clear narrative:

If one pieced it together, it told the story of an evil soul master who had been hunted across the continent by the Spirit Hall. One day, Tang Hao happened to pass by and, without distinguishing right from wrong, killed the Spirit Hall soul masters pursuing the evil soul master with a single blow of his hammer.

Later, after narrowly escaping death, the evil soul master heard the news that Tang Hao had ambushed and killed the current Pope of Spirit Hall for the sake of a 100,000-year soul beast. The evil soul master began to idolize Tang Hao, regarding him as the avatar of an evil god on the continent.

By chance, this evil soul master discovered the cave and found a withered, tormented Blue Silver Grass with a faint spiritual essence, as well as a lead box containing a 100,000-year soul bone. The evil soul master believed these were gifts from the evil god.

He decided to continuously torture the spirit within the Blue Silver Grass, forcing it to tremble in evil and transforming it into the most terrifying malevolent spirit to spread the gospel of the evil god.

But this wasn't the most important part. The most critical detail lay in how Chen Ming, in the final signatures of the message, expressed his gratitude to Tang Hao in the tone of a crazed evil soul master. He thanked Tang Hao for killing the Spirit Hall soul master who had pursued him and for eliminating the Pope, which allowed him to escape Spirit Hall's grasp entirely.

Chen Ming carved these words with heartfelt sincerity, fully adopting the perspective of an evil soul master, repeatedly thanking Tang Hao. His goal was to give Tang Hao a big surprise.

In short, the main goal was psychological warfare—hitting someone where it hurt the most. Although he had never met Tang Hao, Chen Ming had already determined him to be an enemy. Against his enemies, Chen Ming had no qualms about using despicable tactics.

As the saying goes, if you want to hurt a man, strike where he is most vulnerable.

After leaving the writing, Chen Ming decisively left the cave with his spoils, carefully erasing all traces of his presence along the way.

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At this moment, in the city of Nuoding, Tang Hao was hidden in the shadows, silently watching Tang San and Xiao Wu sit together, discussing which Soul Master Academy they should attend in the future. Just as Tang Hao was about to take a sip of wine to soothe his throat, he suddenly felt a sharp pain in his heart.

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At the level of a Title Douluo, soul masters heavily trust their instincts. Even though Tang Hao had long ceased engaging in real combat, and his instincts had dulled from his self-destructive lifestyle, he immediately became alert at that moment.

Clad in a black robe, Tang Hao stood up abruptly, his eyes wide with rage. He quickly scanned his surroundings, searching for any signs that someone had discovered him.

Summoning his martial soul while concealing his aura, Tang Hao carefully surveyed the area, ready to take Tang San and the 100,000-year soul beast with him and flee at any moment. But after holding his breath and staying alert for a long time, the anticipated pursuers never appeared.

Feeling awkward, Tang Hao circled the area, eventually discovering that the strongest soul masters nearby were the academy's principal and the useless Yu Xiaogang. This left him bewildered.

"Did I misjudge? That's impossible."

Looking like a wild man, Tang Hao's expression revealed a trace of doubt. He retracted his martial soul, pulled out a wine gourd from his waist, and took a couple of sips. Then, from a stolen spatial soul tool, he retrieved a chicken leg. As he gnawed on it while perched in a tree, he pondered over what had happened.

Countless thoughts flashed through Tang Hao's mind—his sect, his elder brother and younger sister, and his missing grandfather Tang Chen. He considered countless possibilities: the sect being in trouble, his brother or sister meeting misfortune.

Mechanically drinking his wine, even after the gourd had emptied, he continued the motion. The chicken leg, reduced to bare bones, was chewed to dust by Tang Hao's powerful body, as easily as if he were eating noodles.

The more Tang Hao thought, the more he remained frozen in place.

After a long time, Tang Hao rubbed his greasy hand against his chest, revealing a strange smile.

"Mm, this cheap wine must've upset my stomach. I'll go smash the winery later."

Tang Hao knew full well he was lying to himself, yet the current Tang Hao lacked the courage to face or take responsibility for anything. Despite possessing the soul power of a Title Douluo, his mindset was entirely that of a coward.

He could sense that something deeply important to him was slipping away forever. Yet at this moment, Tang Hao would rather bury his head in the sand than confront it.

As long as he avoided it, as long as he denied it, it would be as if nothing had happened.

Whether it was indirectly causing Ah Yin's death due to his selfishness, driving his father to an early grave with rage, or allowing the foreign soul occupying his son's body to grow unchecked, Tang Hao avoided these issues.

He raised his empty wine gourd, pretending to take a sip, then lay on the tree, staring blankly at the sky, lost in thought.

If Tang Chen, who once praised Tang Hao as being like himself, could see the current degenerate Tang Hao, he would likely be furious, glaring with rage, and obliterate this coward from the Douluo Continent with a full-power Nine-Ring Exploding Vast Heaven Hammer.

Ironically, despite all the thoughts running through Tang Hao's mind—his sect, his family, his loss—there was no trace of Ah Yin.

Not a single memory, not a single thought.

In Tang Hao's heart, Ah Yin was truly dead. That Blue Silver Grass was nothing more than her corpse. The dark, sunless cave had become the tomb Tang Hao prepared for her. No matter how much the Blue Silver Grass grew, it would never be the Ah Yin he once knew.

Rather than letting the Blue Silver Grass develop sentience, Tang Hao would prefer it remain as nothing more than a plant. That way, he wouldn't have to question himself or face Ah Yin's questions.

He didn't even dare to return the seed Ah Yin left behind to the Blue Silver Forest, fearing the questions her clan would ask about why their queen had ended up in such a state.

Thus, through this ostrich-like avoidance, Tang Hao inadvertently avoided being psychologically destroyed by the message Chen Ming left in the cave. If others heard about this, they would likely laugh themselves to tears.

Perhaps, compared to vomiting blood in anger over the cave's message, the sheer absurdity of the outcome was even more comical.

PS: That's so evil. xD