Tang San’s Twin Sister

Chapter 242

Blue-silver light surged, twisting through the air and coiling around Tang Hu, each strand tightening until the cage around him felt as solid as iron.

[Blue Silver Prison]

"Hey!" Tang Hu roared and swung the hammer against the prison walls, trying to smash them, but failed. He grunted and poured more spirit power into his hammer, still unable to break free.

A blue light surged from Tang San, flooding the courtyard. Tang Yin watched, a small smile tugging at her lips. She tiptoed and whispered into Tang Long’s ear. "If things turn dangerous, stay behind me." Tang Long met her eyes, curiosity and something like awe flickering in his gaze. He had always known she was a spirit master, but only now did he feel the weight of how little he understood her strength. The truth

pressed in: these two were twins, and their power ran deep, likely equal.

Monsters, both of them. The thought both awed and worried Tang Long.

The air thrummed with vitality, a living pulse that seemed to press against skin. For Tang Hu, it was a weight, thick and suffocating, the

pressure mounting as he fought the cage that held him.

Tang San knew the cage would not hold for long. Already, Tang Hu’s strength pressed at its edges, threatening to burst free. Tang San’s fifth spirit ring shimmered, gathering energy for a technique he had never dared to unleash before.

He needed time. Tang Hu, still trapped, felt the surge of power and bared his teeth. If Tang San unleashed that move, it would be over. He did not know the secrets of the Blue Silver Emperor, but he could feel its strength, no less than the Clear Sky Hammer.

Tang Hu’s fifth ring flared to life. He hurled all his strength at the prison walls, a tremendous force crashing against the blue-silver bars. The impact sent a shudder through the air. Tang Hu grunted, sweat beading on his brow, while Tang San’s face drained of colour.

Damn it.

Tang San moved, every muscle tensed—standing still would be suicide. Tang Hu broke free, launching himself skyward, spinning with the wild force of a tiger let loose. Lightning crawled along the hammer in his grip.

Disorder Splitting Wind Hammer Method. Tang San cursed under his breath. He knew he could not let the technique reach its peak. He

raised his arms, unleashing the power he had been gathering in his fifth spirit ring. A lance of blue light burst from his left hand, and he hurled it straight toward the heart of the hammer technique.

Midair, Tang Hu sneered to himself. You never grew up in the clan, he thought. You don’t even recognise this technique. A frontal attack like that is useless—you can’t break it. If I finish even half of this method, your defeat is certain. Opportunities to prove himself before the elders

were rare, and he would seize this one.

But Tang Hu was wrong. He never imagined Tang San’s father might have taught him this move, or that Tang San’s true strength was control. Not just over himself, but over everyone who crossed his path. Right now, that meant Tang Hu.

Tang Hu’s body locked as the blue light struck him, searing pain tearing through muscle and bone. The Blue Silver Emperor’s second ability, Parasite, took hold. Thorned blue-silver grass erupted, coiling tighter and tighter, biting deep into his flesh. He could only try to dissolve the force he had gathered, desperate to keep himself from being ripped apart in front of everyone.

Blood streaked down his arms, wounds blooming where the blue-silver grass had bitten through skin. The neurotoxin spread, cold and merciless, and his body began to spasm.

Anger surged in Tang Hu. His sixth ring flared, but before it could fully emerge, a ring of blue energy floated in front of Tang San. Tang San’s eyes met his, and then, in front of Tang Hu, a burst of blinding energy exploded—a blue-green spider web. Tang Hu threw more and more power at it, tearing at the strands, while Tang San slipped away with movements so smooth they seemed to defy what a human body could do.

The webs tightened, binding Tang Hu even as he ripped through strand after strand. But every time he broke free, the toxin burrowed deeper, burning through his veins.

Tang Hu felt his strength draining, second by second. He lashed out, desperate to catch Tang San, but his hands closed on empty air. Tang

San moved with a dancer’s grace, always just out of reach.

At last, Tang Hu crumpled, just as Tang San gathered the fierce energy of his fifth ability. But before he could let it fly, a cry split the courtyard.

"Don't hurt my Dad!" A small body dashed forward swiftly, blocking the way to Tang Hu. Tang San inwardly swore he had scattered as much energy as possible, but it was not enough in time.

He glanced at Tang Yin, who moved in a blur, nodding faintly as she diverted the force herself, too much already unleashed before the child’s cry. Tang Yin spun, her body wrapped in a clear, silvery-blue light, as a sharp explosion of force cracked the air.

Spirit energy rippled outward, driving a few onlookers back as it faded. A crater smoked in the ground, not far from where the force had struck. Tang San stood unmoving while Yin knelt beside the child, her voice low as she checked for injuries, frowning as if blocking her brother’s attack was nothing at all.

No spirit rings circled her, no obvious tingle of power at first glance, but the elders’ sharp eyes, now that they knew what to seek, felt it. It was as if a veil had lifted. The energy that clung to Tang San’s sister was unmistakable, and the truth repeated itself in every mind present.

Tang Yin was not the civilian they had thought.

"You are bad, you hurt my daddy!" The child said with tears in their eyes.

Tang San stepped forward a bit awkwardly as he smiled at the child, "I am sorry. Could you let me help your dad and stay with big sister here?" He asked, and the child mustered him with narrow eyes.

"I don't believe you." Still stoutly guarding their father.

"Tiantian, step aside." Tang Hus groaned, resisting the pain. Even though he lost the contest, he did not want his daughter to risk herself for him, how could any father?

Tiantian stepped aside, trembling and wary. Tang San knelt, working carefully to dissolve the toxin in Tang Hu’s veins and free him from the web of blue-silver strands. When he was sure Tang Hu was safe, he caught Yin’s eye and nodded, a silent request passing between them to

take Tang Hu and his daughter away from the crowd.

Yin nodded and moved to help, her glare sharp on Tang Hu, then nodded at the child, who clung to her father’s side. "All of you are stubborn until something kills you," she muttered, shooting a look at Tang Long, who was still reeling from how quickly she had crossed the distance.

"A few days of rest and a visit to the medic, and he’ll be fine," Tang Yin said, pulling a small jar of salve from her storage. "This will stop the bleeding and prevent scars and infection." The triton sigil of Poseidon Court was stamped clearly on the lid, and both Tang Hu and Tang

Long took it with careful hands, eyes lingering on the mark.

Tang San had meanwhile turned towards the elders.

"I do not know—does my challenge to the seventh elder still stand?" he asked.

The force of his display had left the crowd silent, unable to find fault or speak against him. The siblings’ message was clear enough. We might respect you, but do not insult our mother.

Deathgod domain, 59 spirit energy, a number of formidable abilities, and the black spirit ring he should not have. Tang Sans genius was on display for all to see, and one did not have to like him or his actions, but the genius was undeniable. The Seventh Elder stepped forward, footsteps echoing across the stone floor behind him.