Tang San's Twin Sister-Chapter 146

Most declined Yu Huas's offer for food, but all but Bo Saixi, who seemed rather thrilled at the thought of homemade food, and Hai Long, whose massive figure also indicated he did indeed enjoy good food, joined in.

The two in their small dining room slash kitchen caused a minor uproar in their neighborhood. Still, it was well-known that both were undergoing the Sea God trials.

Tang Yin's red-level trial made her a small celebrity; no one raised any questions.

It was a nice evening. There were snarky comments shooting back and forth between Yu Hua and Hai Long, as Tang Yin made jokes and Bo Saixi commented at random moments. It was a warm, happy atmosphere.

Tang Yin took a deep, trembling breath once they were gone.

Then, she grinned at Yu Hua, telling him she was tired, before heading to her room and firmly closing the door behind her. Once it was closed, she sank against it and felt her inner self tearing up. She leaned against it and let out a silent sob.

She raised her trembling hand and wiped away the tears from her eyes. Silently and violently, she curled up, crying. She had done it, but she didn't know if she cried of relief or for the loss.

But right now, she couldn't be too loud. What if Yu Hua heard her? He shouldn't need to listen to it; she didn't want him to do so. Taking out a small crumpled sheet of paper from her storage ring, she stroked over it. It was a miniature portrait of Tang San, smiling.

"I miss you, bro," she whispered. "Really."

He was the one with whom she could cry and feel comfortable. He was the one with whom she could show weakness; to the outside, she couldn't do that.

There, she had to be happy and lucky, optimistic Tang Yin.

"You did it, Yin, you did it, you are no longer dying. What is a measly arm for that? mhh, see the bright side, you are alive; you passed the first test." She stilled and then took a deep breath, continuing to talk to herself. "You choose this, remember, there is no crying over it; you just need to get it done, to get it done and show the world what you are made of; doubting yourself and crying in a goddamn corner of the room is not going to change anything. You are yourself. You walk the path you have chosen. Now, go walk it; no one is going to dictate what you can do and what you cannot do."

Writing about my own fate wasn't what I chose. Now, I better keep true to my words. No one is going to take my choices from me.

She gritted her teeth and got back up before changing into her PJs. Then, she settled on the bed and took out her diary. With her left hand, she started writing; she had practice at this point and continued to draw on it as well, the stairs, her new armlessness, and next to it, she made a small note.

Ask Gale for Protesis!

She remembered Gale speaking about specializing in people in need of prostheses.

Maybe he didn't do weaponry anymore, but he certainly would help her with a new arm. She closed her diary and put it on her nightstand before curling up and falling asleep. Letting tiredness lay its comfortable blankets over her.

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Jiang raced his wings, beating strongly as he thundered through the sky. Gritting his teeth.

Sea god trials were brutal; few survived them, and he bet his talons that Yin had gotten either black-level or red-level exams. He remembered how he first had spoken to his god about a successor. He, as a spirit beast, no matter how powerful, had no right to be in the god realms, but on occasion, when the power of the god he called his friend was strongest, his friend visited.

They chatted about everything, whatever came to their minds over the last three hundred thousand years. His friend was an ancient god, the moon god, who was among the most powerful and the most lonely.

" I have found a soul strong enough to be my successor." He remembered his voice. Small and Dainty, the moon god, had never looked tall or imposing. Instead, small, almost impish in appearance, built so frailty, he appeared almost like a gust of wind may blow him away. Pale-skinned, silver-haired with eyes so pale a shade of grey they nearly appeared white. He appeared as if all color had been washed from him.

"Congratulations." He had answered sincerely and happily with wishes for his friend.

"Thank you. But Jiang...I wanted you to know before anyone else. Actually, you are the only one I wish to tell." His friend sighed. The world had changed. Younger gods are rising to prominence, powerful and driven. I am a mere fragment of my former self. After so many centuries and millennia, I think I will be laid to rest."

Jiang blinked, trying to understand what his friend had told him.

"You wish to die?" He then asked, just to be sure he had not misunderstood.

"Yes, I will leave the plain of the living, the godly plain. I need to rest, Jiang. My time is long gone, and someone needs to fill my space. I am intending to raise that soul to it." He said. "It's a strong one; I am confident it will make it."

"My friend." He tried to say something but stopped when he saw his friend's tired eyes and pale complexion.

"I am ill with the weight of time and age; even gods get old, you know. If it was not for you keeping me tethered, I might be long gone. Do not worry; I will never leave the graveyard unprotected. You are a spirit beast, so it may be difficult to understand, but humans are not made for eternity. Even gods were once humans, with all our faults and blessings."

"I see." He sighed. It was not like he could stop his friend from anything. He was too powerful, and despite being a century-millennium spirit beast against a god, he was nothing but chanceless in a battle.

Jiang saw the first outreaches of the ocean appear below him. His friend's choice had led him to Tang Yin, the soul his friend had chosen as a successor—the one he had plucked from another world after its death and put into this world. Jiang pitied her. Defying and stubborn, Tang Yin had a fate written for her, a fate that was a peril for her entire existence, and she did not even know it.

In three hundred thousand years, no one had ever survived the Moon God trials in one piece, not a single person.

He barreled faster. In the beginning, Yin had been a chance for his friend to lay to rest, a person he cared little to nothing about beyond her function to his friend but she had grown on him.

He wished her no harm, but instead, he found himself adoring her open laughter, her stubbornness, her joy, and even her tears, which she always hid from the world when it all grew too much, just for a moment before she got up and tried again.

Even her bad habit of ignoring a problem she did not want to deal with was adorable when it was not threatening her life.

His wings strained further. How inconvenient and weak his human form was, but if he could protect what he wanted, he would do so. Flying openly as a dragon was too risky. He could lead the wrong kind of people towards Yin. A pair of silvery, clear blue eyes remained in his mind as he sped up even more.

Be alive, Little Yin.

Be safe.

Don't you dare do something stupid!

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