Chapter 412: Tang San Breaks Down—His Spirit Bone is Only Hundred-Year Blue Silver Grass!

Tang San, having no reason to suspect anything, released his Blue Silver Grass martial spirit and the Blue Silver Emperor's right leg bone, believing the absence of the Blue Silver King might indicate hesitation over his true identity.

The moment Tang San summoned the leg bone, it radiated a brilliant aura with a distinct ten-thousand-year presence. But the glow barely lasted a second before it abruptly faded, as if it had never appeared at all.

Tang Hao felt something was off. How could the spirit bone's aura suddenly shift from ten thousand years to just one hundred years?

"Xiao San, what's going on with your spirit bone?" Tang Hao's voice held a note of panic.

He hoped he was wrong, because if not, then Xiao San had essentially wasted a spirit bone slot!

And remembering that the spirit bone had only ever provided one ability instead of two, Tang Hao felt an icy chill creep into his heart.

Tang San, too, sensed the change. With a pale face, he sat down, shock clouding his expression. How was this possible?

"Father, how could this happen? My spirit bone… it shouldn't be like this!" Tang San looked up, face drained of color. "I clearly absorbed a 100,000 year spirit bone back then, but now it's somehow a hundred-year bone!"

It was a shattering revelation, and the reality of it left him devastated. No wonder the spirit bone's skill had seemed so underwhelming—it was less than worthless.

Tang Hao's expression was equally grim. He himself had witnessed Ah Yin's sacrificial spirit bone, which he had carefully guarded for years. When Tang San had absorbed it, it had clearly emitted a hundred-thousand-year aura. How could it have been swapped? And even if it had been, how could it have been an exact replica?

The rarity only added to the mystery. Hundred-year spirit bones were practically unheard of; thousand-year spirit bones were the norm, and those over ten thousand years were considered treasures. A hundred-year spirit bone from Blue Silver Grass was simply unheard of.

This whole situation was too strange.

"Ha ha ha! Hahaha!" Watching Tang San and Tang Hao's bewildered expressions, Su Ming could barely contain his laughter. He tried to hold it in, but the absurdity of the situation was too much.

In the end, he decided to laugh freely—there was no harm in enjoying Tang San's misfortune.

Ah Yin, seeing the same, also let out a light chuckle. Now that she understood the truth, the betrayal was clear. Her son had died years ago, and the imposter's agony brought her satisfaction.

Her gaze softened as she looked at Su Ming; without him, she might have remained forever deceived by Tang Hao and Tang San.

"Father, what's going on?" Tang San asked bitterly.

He'd come here to awaken his bloodline, only to face an unexpected disaster with no solution in sight. The mere thought of destroying his own leg to remove the bone made him feel faint.

Tang Hao, equally helpless, replied, "I… I have no idea, Xiao San. When you absorbed it, it was perfectly fine. The only explanation I can think of is that the spirit bone might have been swapped somehow, perhaps with a hundred-year bone to mimic a hundred-thousand-year one. But who could possibly do that?"

Tang San was at a loss too. Just sourcing a hundred-year Blue Silver Grass spirit bone was puzzling enough. How had it been altered? It was a skill no one should possess—not even the Spirit Hall.

But Tang Hao quickly collected himself. "Xiao San, it's already happened, so we have no choice but to accept it. Let's focus on awakening your bloodline, and we can worry about this mystery later."

Reluctantly, Tang San agreed. Lately, everything seemed to go wrong for him.

From failed battles to swapped spirit bones, his life had been one unending series of setbacks. If only the spirit bone had been a thousand-year one—it would have been easier to accept. But a hundred years? One year less, and it would've been practically meaningless!

Tang Hao himself grew uneasy, wondering why the Blue Silver King had yet to show. Was he away, or was there simply no one home?

Using his spirit power, Tang Hao amplified his voice throughout the ancestral land. "Blue Silver King, are you here? Come out now!"

The only response was the rustling of a few leaves drifting to the ground.

Determined, Tang Hao scanned the area with his spiritual senses but found no trace of the Blue Silver King. All he saw were the countless Blue Silver Grass swaying in the breeze.

Little did they know, Su Ming had advised Ah Yin to have the Blue Silver King leave temporarily and stay by Star Lake, ensuring that Da Ming and Er Ming, who were familiar with her, would welcome him as an ally.

Once it was clear that Tang San's bloodline wouldn't be awakened, Su Ming closed his journal, satisfied. The matter was out of his hands now. In a few days, the qualifying rounds would commence, but he didn't plan on attending. Instead, he decided to train his team intensively, aiming to increase their spirit power before the finals.

While Su Ming's group trained energetically, Tang San faced a bitter turn of events. Without the Blue Silver King's help, his bloodline couldn't awaken, and after waiting fruitlessly for a day and night, they had to leave. Time was running out; they had to return before the qualifying rounds concluded.

So, the following day, Tang Hao led Tang San into the depths of Star Dou Forest, where they sought a suitable ten-thousand-year spirit beast for Tang San's fifth spirit ring.