Tang San’s Twin Sister
Chapter 141

Tang Yin wheezed at the sheer weight pressing down on her.

On the second step, she used a mysterious heaven skill, and the pressure continued to chain her to the ground, eased up on her slightly. It was like walking against the pressure of water, and with each step, the pressure got stronger. 

She took her third step and, gritting her teeth, felt like her bones were rubbing against each other.

Gritting her teeth, she started circulating more spirit power and used her spirit bone to help. After all her physical training, she was nothing if not sturdy, and as she continued climbing, it showed. 

At twenty steps, she unfolded her wings and used them to help her hold on as she almost stumbled to her knees, her face red. Gasping for air, she got up again and, engulfed in a red sheen, took the next step. Her head was hanging low as she emptied it and unleashed her full force of spirit power, continuing to climb. Higher and higher, at around thirty, she felt the need to stop completely, but she didn't want to give up. 

Blood dripped down from her nose, and her body was drenched in sweat from head to toe, but she kept on going. 

Thirty-one. 

She fell again to her knees.

"Come on." She told herself and then crawled back up. "One more." 

Thirty-two. 

Then the pressure was so bad she felt blood gather in her mouth, and she took a step back. That was it any further, and it would do no good. She walked down and, at the bottom, turned around. 

Thirty-two steps, that was how far she had gone. How was she supposed to go over four hundred of these steps? 

More spirit power. 

Halled through her head. 

You need more spirit power. That is the only way to go higher. 

But how was she supposed to do that? More spirit power would be very much the last thing she did. 

That will kill me. 

She answered. 

Well, if you don't make it, you die either way. We have plenty of it shoved down my bone. 

Maybe, if she shoved down enough, the spirit bone accumulated there, like a battery to help her endure. She gazed at the stairs. Then she saw Yu Hua again; he had stepped on the first step and then on the second and third steps. His face was red as a tomato's when he returned to the first step and settled down cultivating. 

Tang Yin gazed at the sky and decided she could always give it a shot. Standing up, she rose to step fifteen, halfway to where she had been before. Sweat-drenched, she settled down in a meditation pose. She hadn't meditated in an eternity; she didn't need her spirit power to be too high for herself to begin with. Closing her eyes, she started circulating it, gathering it from the air around her. 

It was so easy that it almost frightened her, but she shoved it all into her spirit bone, more and more of it as much as she possibly could. Small drops of it always remained in her body, but her spirit bone did as it should. The crimson light around her illuminated her surroundings as her spirit ring flashed in crimson. 

Bo Saixis's eyes widened as she saw Tang Yin's combination of spirit bones for the first time: a hundred-year ring, a thousand-year ring, a ten-thousand-year ring, and the last century-millennium spirit ring. 

"Impossible, " she muttered. Then, seeing an exhausted Yu Hua look at her, she tilted her head. 

"Not impossible." He said. "Your Highness, it is not impossible; when spending time with Tang Yin, one quickly learns that nothing is truly impossible in this world." 

"I see," she muttered, staring at Tang Yin when Yu Hua walked forward. 

"Yin, I am hungry. Get going, and we will return to change and get some food." Tang Yin opened her eyes, and Yu Hua almost flinched back. They were no longer the sky he was used to, but shone almost in pure silver with streaks of blue. 

"Yin. Food." he caught himself, and then she nodded with a smile, getting up and walking down. Yu Hua, meanwhile, mused when he saw Tang Yin meditating for the last time. He could not remember thinking about it. He had never seen her meditate a single time when they had first met. 

Not once. 

His memory backtracked as he remembered what Bo Saixi had said about her spirit and the time when they had been small; he thought it a joke; quite honestly, she had told them she was dying like a joke, like nothing serious. 

What if she had been severe, deadly serious about it? 

He bit his lower lip. 

No one has ever survived with your spirit. 

That had been what Bo Saixi said. He swallowed hard as she hitchhiked, and they returned to Sea Horse City for the evening.