Douluo Dragon King: My Martial Soul is Kamen Rider!

After finishing everything, Zhou Yang pretended to have just finished drinking water and returned to Tang Wulin's side.

"Wu Lin, let's go home."

Tang Wulin nodded, put away the storage ball, and followed Zhou Yang out of the Spirit Transfer Tower. The two walked side by side on the way home. Tang Wulin was sullen and rarely spoke, and Zhou Yang also remained silent. The two tacitly avoided mentioning the matter of soul spirits.

At the fork in the road, the two said goodbye. Zhou Yang waved and said, "Wu Lin, I'm going home now. I won't be coming to your house for dinner today. See you tomorrow." After saying that, he turned around and ran away quickly, afraid that Tang Wu Lin would notice something was wrong. He walked hurriedly and soon disappeared at the end of the street.

Watching Zhou Yang's hurried departure, Tang Wulin felt a pang of doubt: Why was Brother Zhou Yang in such a hurry today? Is something wrong? He shook his head, suppressing his doubts, and turned to walk towards his home.

Clutching the soul storage orb, Tang Wulin felt the pent-up frustration that had been there before resurface due to Zhou Yang's departure.

He returned home with a heavy heart. Pushing open the gate to the courtyard, he saw Lang Yue wearing an apron, tidying up the dishes in the kitchen. Tang Ziran, sitting in a chair in the living room, immediately stood up upon seeing him and asked, "Wulin, how did it go? Did you buy the soul spirit? What kind is it?"

Tang Wulin lowered his head and slowly walked to the living room, placing the storage ball on the table. His tone was full of disappointment and regret: "Dad, Mom, I drew... I drew a grass snake, a ten-year-old defective product."

He clenched his fists tightly, his voice low, the disappointment in his eyes undisguised: "I saved up for three years, hoping to draw a useful soul spirit, but I never expected..."

He lowered his head and slowly recounted the story of the Spirit Pagoda.

Upon hearing Tang Wulin's words, the two realized that the trip had not gone as planned.

Upon hearing this, Lang Yue quickly came out of the kitchen, squatted down, and gently ruffled his hair, comforting him in a tender tone: "It's okay, Wu Lin. Ten years of soul spirit is nothing. This is the result of your hard work. You're already amazing that you were able to save enough money to participate in the lottery on your own."

Tang Ziran also came over, patted him on the shoulder, and seemed to have made up her mind. Her expression was calm but encouraging: "Yes, Wu Lin, the grade of the soul is important, but the cultivator's heart and efforts are even more important."

Hearing his parents' comforting words, Tang Wulin felt a little better. He took a deep breath, nodded, and the disappointment in his eyes gradually faded, replaced by a more determined look: "I understand, Mom and Dad. I will cultivate diligently."

As he spoke, he picked up the storage sphere on the table, deciding to face reality and familiarize himself with his first spirit. But when he pressed the switch on the storage sphere and the spirit appeared, he was completely stunned.

The spirit before him was not the dull, lifeless grass snake, but a small bird with emerald green plumage and light wings. It was surrounded by a faint life force, and its wings carried a sweet fragrance of grass and trees as they fluttered. It was the spirit that Zhou Yang had switched, the Jade Sparrow.

"This...this isn't a grass snake!" Tang Wulin's eyes widened in shock. He quickly picked up the storage ball and checked it repeatedly. Yes, it was indeed the storage ball he had brought out from the Spirit Pagoda. The patterns on the outer shell were exactly the same, but the soul inside had been secretly switched.

Lang Yue and Tang Ziran were also stunned. They stepped forward, looking at the jade sparrow in front of them with puzzled expressions: "This isn't a grass snake, Wu Lin, did you take the wrong storage ball?"

Tang Wulin shook his head, his tone certain: "I didn't pick the wrong one, this is the one I drew from the Spirit Pagoda!" He frowned, and Zhou Yang's image flashed through his mind.

Moreover, his soul orb had only passed through the hands of the spirit transfer master and Zhou Yang. Excluding the spirit transfer master with whom he had no relationship, the rest of the results were clear.

Based on Zhou Yang's strange behavior along the way, Tang Wulin understood.

"Mom and Dad, I know!" Tang Wulin suddenly raised his head, his eyes filled with certainty. "It must be Brother Zhou Yang! He secretly switched my soul while I wasn't paying attention!"

Tang Ziran and Lang Yue exchanged a glance, carefully recalling Zhou Yang's personality and the care he had shown Tang Wulin over the past three years, and instantly understood. Tang Ziran nodded, her tone solemn: "It must be Zhou Yang. He saw that you were stubborn and unwilling to accept his help, so he used this method to help you."

"This child is so thoughtful." Lang Yue's eyes reddened slightly, her tone full of emotion. "But this Jade Sparrow is clearly a hundred-year-old spirit, and its value is not low. Zhou Yang, that child, clearly spends a lot of money on his own cultivation. He may have used the money left by his grandmother for raising him."

Although they were just ordinary people and didn't know much about Soul Masters, they could sense that the aura emanating from the Soul Spirit before them was far superior to that weak little grass snake.

Of course, the benefits they gained from absorbing it far surpassed those of the grass snake, and they were also generally aware of the importance of the soul.

Since it concerned Tang Wulin's future, Tang Ziran had no choice but to seriously consider it.

Thinking about his time with Zhou Yang over the years and his future with Tang Wulin, he couldn't help but feel conflicted.

On one side is Wu Lin's future, and on the other side is Zhou Yang's family situation.

Finally, Tang Ziran's expression turned serious. She picked up the storage sphere and said firmly, "No, we can't keep this soul. Zhou Yang has had a hard life, all alone. That child support money was left to him by his grandmother. We can't let him spend so much money for Wu Lin. Wu Lin, let's go to Zhou Yang's house now and return the soul to him, or at least return the money to him."

Tang Wulin nodded. Although he could feel the martial soul's longing for the Jade Sparrow, his integrity made it impossible for him to accept Zhou Yang's significant help. He felt both angry and warm inside. He was angry that Zhou Yang had wasted money on him and helped him quietly, but more than anything, he was deeply moved.

Clutching the storage ball, he followed Tang Ziran and Lang Yue, quickly leaving the house and heading towards Zhou Yang's home.

But when they arrived at Zhou Yang's house, no matter how much they knocked, no one answered.

Hearing the commotion, the neighbor came out and said with a smile, "Are you looking for Zhou Yang? He just hurriedly packed some things, saying he was going on a long trip, and asked me to give this to you, saying it's for Tang Wulin."

Tang Wulin quickly took the letter from his neighbor. The letter was neatly folded, and Zhou Yang recognized the handwriting on it, which read:

"Uncle, Aunt, Wu Lin, I'm sorry I left without saying goodbye. The Jade Sparrow was a special gift I bought for Wu Lin. A Soul Master's future is of utmost importance and cannot be taken lightly. Don't worry about the money; it's money I earned from writing novels and composing music. Consider it an investment in Wu Lin. The Spirit Pagoda doesn't refund soul spirits that have been sold. I'm going out to train for a while to improve my strength. See you at the academy, don't worry—Zhou Yang"

Tang Ziran took the note, read it carefully, and couldn't help but laugh and scold, "This kid."

After a moment of silence, he handed the note to Tang Wulin, his tone gentle: "Wulin, this is Zhou Yang's heartfelt intention; he has put in a lot of effort. Whether or not you accept this soul is up to you."

Tang Wulin held the note, his fingers trembling slightly. Tears finally welled up in his eyes, but he couldn't help but smile, his heart overflowing with tenderness and emotion.

He knew that Zhou Yang had always taken good care of him, and because of Zhou Yang, he had not been bullied by others at school.

Since Zhou Yang has already gone to such lengths, how can he possibly refuse again?

Only by becoming stronger can I properly repay Zhou Yang.

Tang Wulin was absolutely certain of this idea: if Zhou Yang needed a knife, he would be the sharpest blade in Zhou Yang's hand. At this moment, Tang Wulin regarded Zhou Yang as a brother and close friend he could never betray in this lifetime.

Moreover, he trusted Zhou Yang and believed that he would never ask him to do anything evil.

He carefully collected the spirit, folded the note, and put it in his pocket. His eyes were filled with determination: "Mom and Dad, I will accept this spirit. Since Brother Zhou Yang has done all this for me, I can't let him down. I will definitely cultivate hard, grow stronger, and not disappoint him."

Tang Ziran and Lang Yue nodded with satisfaction at Tang Wulin's resolute expression. Whatever Wulin's decision, they would respect it.