Douluo: This Legend of the Dragon King is not quite right

Rewind a little, to just moments before that earth-shattering explosion.

Tang Wulin, along with Xie Xie and Le Zhengyu, followed their memories through the familiar streets of Aolai City, arriving at the familiar building with the smell of metal corrosion and the faint sound of hammering—Mangtian's forging workshop.

Pushing open the door, the familiar sweltering air and metallic smell rushed out.

Mang Tian was shirtless, his bronze skin glistening with sweat. His muscular arms were wielding a huge forging hammer, intently striking the red-hot metal blank, sparks flying everywhere.

"Uncle Mangtian," Tang Wulin called out, his voice urgent.

The hammering stopped abruptly.

Mang Tian looked up and saw Tang Wulin. A rare hint of gentleness appeared on his usually serious face.

"Wu Lin? Why are you back? Why aren't you focusing on your training at the academy?"

His gaze swept over Xie Xie and Le Zhengyu behind Tang Wulin, and he nodded slightly in acknowledgment.

"Uncle Mangtian, I..." Tang Wulin took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing his surging emotions, "My parents... have disappeared. Have you seen them recently? Or heard anything about them?"

"What? Ziran and Langyue have gone missing?"

Mang Tian's thick eyebrows furrowed instantly. He put down the forging hammer and said in a deep voice:

"What exactly happened? I've been busy rushing to finish a batch of orders lately and haven't gone out much, so I haven't seen them. The last time I saw your parents was about two weeks ago."

Upon hearing this answer, the light of hope in Tang Wulin's eyes dimmed instantly, and his heart sank to the bottom.

Even Uncle Mangtian didn't know...

Is there really not a single clue?

"Thank you, Uncle Mangtian," he said softly, his voice a little hoarse. "I'll go home and take another look..."

Seeing Tang Wulin's disappointment and anxiety, Mang Tian patted him on the shoulder, his tone heavy:
"Child, don't worry too much. Your parents are good people and will surely be blessed. If you need any help, just ask."

Tang Wulin nodded, said nothing more, and turned to leave with Xie Xie and Le Zhengyu.

The door to the forging room closed again, shutting out the intense heat and the sound of hammers inside, leaving only Tang Wulin's cold anxiety.

Walking along the slightly old but clean streets of Aolai City, Le Zhengyu looked around curiously and couldn't help but sigh:

"Tsk, to have grown to this level in such a small city, Tang Wulin, you're really something else."

His tone was complex, carrying a hint of undisguised admiration and self-deprecation.

He absorbed a 100,000-year-old soul bone provided by the Federation, but now he only has level 55 soul power. Meanwhile, Tang Wulin, who is three years younger than him and did not have such an opportunity, is about to catch up with or even surpass him in soul power level, which makes him feel quite bitter.

At this moment, Tang Wulin was preoccupied with his parents' safety and had no time to respond to these questions.

Xie Xie chimed in, trying to lighten the mood with a smile:

"That's right, don't you know who the boss is? But speaking of which, although Aolai City is small, the sea breeze is quite pleasant, isn't it?"

Soon, the three arrived at the quiet street where Tang Wulin's house was located.

However, the scene before him made Tang Wulin's heart clench.

Surprisingly, a conspicuous federal police cordon had been erected around his small courtyard.

Two uniformed police officers stood guard at the door.

Tang Wulin immediately stepped forward, showed his Spirit Pagoda member ID and academy identification, and explained his purpose.

The police checked the internal communications and confirmed that their superiors had indeed issued a relevant notice. They then saluted and let them in.

Pushing open the familiar door, the interior remained the same, clean and tidy, yet cold and empty. Gone was my mother's busy figure, gone was my father's gentle laughter, and gone were his caring greetings upon his return. A suffocating silence filled the air. "Dad... Mom..."

Tang Wulin's vision blurred instantly, and the worries, fears, and longing that had been building up for days finally burst forth at this moment.

This tenacious young man, who never backed down in the face of a formidable foe, now resembled a helpless child, tears streaming down his face uncontrollably.

Seeing this, Le Zhengyu and Xie Xie rushed forward and awkwardly but sincerely comforted him.

"Wu Lin, don't cry. Your uncle and aunt will be alright."

"Yeah, boss, cheer up! We're here to rescue them, aren't we? We'll definitely find them!"

However, in this moment filled with sorrow and comfort, a cold and abrupt voice, like a venomous snake, silently crept into their ears:

"Ah, what a touching scene."

The three were startled and turned around instantly. Their soul power surged subconsciously, and soul rings rose from their feet.

Tang Wulin and Xie Xie both had three purple and one black hues, while Le Zhengyu had an even more striking three purple and two black hues, illuminating the slightly dim living room.

Suddenly, a figure appeared in the shadows of the living room.

The man was wearing a purple cloak, and his face was covered by a strangely shaped purple metal mask, making it impossible to see his features.

But what is most striking is the unique emblem embroidered on the left breast of his cloak.

That is the symbol of the Tang Clan's Fighting Soul Hall.

"Tang Sect?!"

Le Zhengyu and Xie Xie spoke in unison, their voices filled with shock and anger, instantly putting them on high alert.

The purple-level fighter's gaze, like a cold blade, bypassed Le Zhengyu and Xie Xie, locking directly onto Tang Wulin, whose tears were still wet on his face. His voice, muffled and indifferent through the mask, said:
"You must be Tang Wulin. Let me introduce myself. I am a esteemed Fighter from the Fighting Soul Hall of the Tang Clan, with a rank of Purple. I have come here on a mission from the Fighting Soul Hall of the Tang Clan."

He paused, his tone even carrying a hint of obvious disgust and dissatisfaction:
"Since your parents are on the system's list, I will naturally do as the mission requires. Don't blame me for kidnapping your parents."

At this point, he seemed extremely annoyed and muttered a curse under his breath:
"Damn it, when did I become so destitute that I had to kidnap a pair of ordinary people who don't even have soul power? Seriously, what the hell is this Tang Sect mission system doing?"

But then, as if to comfort himself, he said:
"Fortunately, the reward for the mission is quite generous, which is exactly what I need."

However, his tone shifted abruptly, and his gaze beneath the mask turned wary as he scanned Tang Wulin and the other two:
"However, with such generous rewards, the task requirements are so simple. There must be something fishy going on, right?"

His gaze refocused on Tang Wulin, carrying a condescending impatience:

"You two don't seem very old, hehe, let's not waste each other's time. Tang Wulin, obediently come back to the Tang Clan with me."

"What do you mean?"

Tang Wulin wiped away his tears, his bloodshot eyes fixed on the other person, his voice trembling slightly with anger.

"The meaning is very simple."

The purple-level fighter snorted coldly, and seven spirit rings suddenly rose from beneath his feet, three purple and four black.

The powerful pressure of a Soul Saint instantly spread out, making Tang Wulin and the other two feel breathless.

He crossed his arms, his posture extremely disdainful.

"If you obediently come back to the Tang Clan with me, your parents will be safe and sound."

"If you refuse... then I'm sorry, my martial soul is a bomb, and it will blow your parents to smithereens on the spot!" (End of Chapter)