Gentle Wife? No, a Sharp-Tongued Queen Awakens!**
The divine light slowly receded like a falling tide, softening inch by inch.
The silhouette within the radiance grew clearer.
A waterfall of azure-blue hair cascaded smoothly to her waist, shimmering with the glow of life.
Her long dress—naturally woven from Blue Silver Grass leaves—outlined a breathtaking figure, waist slim enough to be held in one hand.
When the last trace of light faded—
A gentle, serene face appeared before everyone.
A beauty so pure and soft it made hearts stop.
She slowly opened her eyes.
A pair of azure-blue eyes, clear as the sky itself—gentle enough to reflect the whole world.
The Blue Silver Emperor, newly reborn in human form, was in no way inferior to the eighteen-year-old Bibi Dong standing nearby.
One was a vibrant, purple-haired temptress.
The other, a serene, blue-haired fairy.
Spring orchids and autumn chrysanthemums—each stunning in her own way.
"Gulp."
The sound of Devil Bear Douluo swallowing echoed loudly through the silent hall.
He slapped a hand over his mouth, his bear-like eyes wide. He stared at the blue-haired fairy, then cautiously side-eyed the equally stunning Pope Bibi Dong.
He leaned close to Ghost Douluo, whispering with the seriousness of someone discussing the mysteries of the universe:
"Elder Ghost… do you think Senior's type is… this kind of girl?"
Ghost Douluo's eyelids twitched violently.
Are you insane? Is that something you dare to say out loud?!
But before he could scold him, he noticed something horrifying—
Gold Crocodile Douluo, Saint Dragon Douluo, and several others were nodding subtly.
They agreed.
Only one thing ruined the aesthetic—
The fairy had completed her re-humanization inside the giant flowerpot on the counter.
So at this moment…
Her beautiful jade feet were planted in moist soil.
At 1.7 meters tall, her head nearly touched the restaurant ceiling.
Over a dozen Titled Douluo stood below, all staring upward like a troop of astonished groundhogs.
On the ground, Tang Hao convulsed violently.
Only now did the emptiness in his body hit him like a hammer.
His once vast, ocean-like spirit power was leaking away rapidly.
Level 94… 93… 92…
It barely stopped at the brink of…
Level 90.
His hundred-thousand-year spirit ring—his ultimate badge as a Titled Douluo—
Stripped away, in front of everyone, by a single glance from the young man behind the counter.
He had fallen.
He was no longer the Clear Sky Douluo who once shook the continent.
"You!!"
Tang Hao's eyes reddened.
Yes, he had said he would "give everything."
But that definitely did not include falling out of the peak realm!
In his imagination, "Senior saving her" meant Senior would use his own cultivation, or rare treasures, or some miraculous technique.
He absolutely did not expect—
Saving someone by dismantling the family member instead!
"You—!"
Just as his fury was about to explode, Tang Hao looked up.
And saw Ah Yin slowly open her eyes.
His rage died instantly.
That face—
That face he had dreamt of countless times—
His eyes instantly burned with tears.
He never thought he would live to see Ah Yin reborn.
Ignoring the weakness of his fallen realm, he struggled up with his one remaining arm, stumbling toward the counter.
He wanted to hug her.
To apologize.
To tell her he missed her more than life.
"Ah Yin!!"
He reached out toward her long, graceful legs wrapped in a natural grass-leaf skirt.
Just before his grimy left hand could touch her—
A fair, delicate jade foot—still dusted with moist soil—
suddenly pressed against his face.
BANG.
Tang Hao was kicked backward, landing flat on his backside.
Stunned.
Blank.
Mind wiped clean.
The Blue Silver Emperor—beautiful beyond mortal imagination—slowly withdrew her small foot.
She frowned lightly, looking down at the dumbstruck Tang Hao with pure, undisguised disgust.
Her lips parted. Her voice was like a spring breeze over clear water—beautiful, soothing, crystalline.
But her words were daggers.
"I don't know who you are, but I feel a very strong dislike for you.
Please do not come near me."
BOOM.
It struck Tang Hao like thunder exploding in his skull.
He froze.
Ah Yin…
didn't remember him?
And—
actively hated him?
"Ah Yin! Don't you remember me?" Tang Hao scrambled up, panic twisting his face. "I am Tang Hao! Your husband!"
The moment she heard that name, Ah Yin's brows tightened further.
She looked at Tang Hao as if he were a noisy, talking piece of garbage.
"Tang Hao…?"
She repeated the name slowly.
Then her expression turned into pure, instinctive disgust.
"Never heard of him."
"And although I don't know why… hearing those two words makes me dislike you even more."
She tilted her head slightly, as if pondering something.
Then offered a calm, polite, and utterly merciless suggestion:
"Could you please not speak?"
A moment later she amended gently—
"No. Could you please not breathe?
Sharing the same air with you makes me feel a bit nauseous."
Lin Feng's expression twitched violently.
What the hell?
Wasn't Ah Yin supposed to be the gentle-wife archetype?
Why did she respawn as a sharp-tongued queen with passive hostility toward Tang Hao?
This disgust wasn't just emotional—
It felt genetic!
"Ah… Yin…"
Tang Hao slumped to the ground, lips trembling, his last shred of spirit collapsing.
He didn't understand.
He couldn't understand.
Why had everything turned into a nightmare?
He tried to stand, desperate to say something, anything—
But the next moment, what Ah Yin did nearly made him vomit blood on the spot.
The blue-haired fairy who had been standing in the flowerpot moments ago—
Ignored him completely.
Her long legs stepped gracefully out of the soil.
She landed lightly on the counter.
Then—
Before anyone could react—
Before Tang Hao's tearing heart could beat again—
The blue-haired fairy turned—
And with no hesitation at all—
leapt straight toward the figure behind the counter!