Douluo Dragon King: Here we come! Golden Dragon King!

Mang Tian received that phone call on a rainy day.

The voice on the other end of the phone was that of Tang Ziran, an old acquaintance: "Brother Mangtian, can you help me take care of my child for a few years?"

Mang Tian replied in silence, "Where are you going?"

"Gather some cultivation resources for Wu Lin."

Tang Ziran said, "The money has already been transferred to your card."

Mang Tian glanced at the numbers on the card.

One million federal dollars.

He tightened his grip on the communicator, but his tone remained calm: "Understood."

Tang Ziran chuckled on the other end of the line: "Thanks."

"You're welcome."

Mang Tian said, "Come back alive."

"As much as possible."

The communication was disconnected.

Mang Tian stood by the window watching the rain for a while, then turned and went to the guest room to start making the bed.

When Lang Yue brought Tang Wulin over, her eyes were red, but she stubbornly refused to let the tears fall.

She knelt down, placed her hands on Tang Wulin's shoulders, and said softly, "Wulin, be good. Daddy and Mommy are going on a long trip. Will you stay with Uncle Mangtian for a while?"

Tang Wulin blinked his big eyes: "Where are we going?"

"Go to a very far place."

Langyue smiled and patted his head.

"Make money for Wu Lin to buy soul spirits, isn't Wu Lin going to become a soul master?"

Becoming a Soul Master is very expensive; Mom and Dad have to work to support them.

"How long will that take?"

"Very soon."

Tang Wulin tilted his head and thought for a moment, then nodded vigorously: "Okay! I'll wait for you here with Uncle Mangtian!"

Lang Yue's lips trembled, but her voice remained steady: "So good."

Mang Tian stood at the door without saying a word.

He saw Lang Yue stand up and clench her fists at her sides.

Tang Ziran and Lang Yue both knew that it was a million Federal Dollars to buy their lives.

After seeing Lang Yue off, Tang Wulin maintained his outwardly obedient demeanor.

Mang Tian led him into a tidy small room. The bed was neatly made, and the desk was by the window, where the light was very good.

"This will be your room from now on."

Mang Tian was not good with words, and after saying that, he didn't know what else to say.

He thought for a moment, then took out a small, transparent container from his pocket and handed it to Tang Wulin.

"It was left to you by your parents."

Tang Wulin took the container. Through the transparent outer wall, he could see a faintly glowing energy body inside, like a solidified ball of light.

A hundred-year-old soul spirit was a gift from Tang Ziran to Tang Wulin.

Tang Wulin nodded vigorously: "Thank you, Uncle Mangtian."

Mang Tian hummed in agreement, turned and left, closing the door behind him.

The room fell silent the moment the door closed.

Tang Wulin sat on the edge of the bed, looking down at the container in his hand.

The light of that spirit shone brightly in his eyes.

He stared at it for a long time, then slowly pulled the container into his arms, curled up into a ball, and buried his face in his knees.

During dinner, Tang Wulin took the initiative to push open the door and come out.

His eyes were red, but his expression had returned to calm, and he even managed a smile at Mang Tian: "Uncle Mang Tian, ​​is the food ready?"

Mang Tian glanced at him: "Alright."

The dining table was quiet. Tang Wulin kept his head down and ate his rice. Mang Tian occasionally put food on his plate, but neither of them said much.

But halfway through the meal, Tang Wulin suddenly spoke up: "Uncle Mangtian, I want to absorb this soul spirit tonight."

Mang Tian put down his chopsticks: "What level have you reached?"

"Late stage of the Spirit Origin Realm".

"A hundred-year-old soul, no problem." Mang Tian nodded.

"When absorbing energy, pay attention to guiding it; don't rush it."

"Um."

Tang Wulin finished the last bite of rice in his bowl. Although his stomach was still growling with hunger, he stood up and said, "I'm full, Uncle Mangtian. I'm going to cultivate now."

"Go."

Tang Wulin turned and walked towards the room, but stopped halfway there. He turned back and asked a question that Mang Tian didn't know how to answer.

"Uncle Mangtian, is it because I'm not strong enough that my parents have to go far away to work?"

Mang Tian paused for a moment while holding the bowl.

He looked at Tang Wulin in silence for a long time before finally saying, "No."

"It's not your problem."

Mang Tian put down the bowl and said, word by word, "You have great talent, and your parents are very proud of you. They went out into the world so that you could go further."

Tang Wulin smiled: "Then I must become very, very strong, so that when they come back, I can protect them."

Mang Tian stopped talking, watching Tang Wulin push open the door and walk into the room. The door closed again, and he muttered, "Silly boy."

Your parents may not be coming back.

He couldn't bring himself to say it.

In the room, Tang Wulin sat cross-legged on the bed, holding the transparent container in his hands.

The spirit inside the container glowed faintly. He took a deep breath and closed his eyes.

Consciousness sinks into the sea of ​​the spirit.

At the late stage of the Spirit Origin Realm, absorbing a hundred-year-old soul spirit is not difficult for him.

Although Tang Wulin's mental strength was not particularly profound, it was stable enough.

Carefully guiding the energy of the soul, letting it flow slowly along its meridians.

However, at that moment, something unexpected happened.

Suddenly, as if summoned by something, the century-old soul broke free from his guidance and shot towards the depths of the sea of ​​spirit.

Tang Wulin was taken aback, then became extremely anxious.

"etc--!"

He chased after that light in the sea of ​​his spirit, running desperately forward.

I don't know how far I ran, and the scenery around me gradually changed from familiar territory to unfamiliar areas I had never set foot in before.

The space here was filled with a faint golden mist, and the air seemed to become heavy.

At the end of the sea of ​​spirit stands a colossal divine gate.

Tang Wulin stopped and looked up, barely able to see the top of the door.

It was an ancient and solemn giant gate, made of something that seemed to be somewhere between metal and jade, with patterns on its surface that he couldn't understand.

One chain after another, a total of eighteen chains.

They crisscrossed and intertwined around the gate, each chain as thick as a bucket and gleaming with a deep metallic luster.

The end of the chain was deeply embedded in the door, as if it were growing out of the door itself.

And in the very center of this divine gate floats that century-old soul.

It floated quietly in mid-air, emitting a faint light.

Tang Wulin didn't have time to think about what the door was; he was anxious to snatch his soul back.

He strode towards the divine gate, reaching out his hand to grasp the ball of light.

A pair of eyes appeared on that door.

Tang Wulin froze, unsure how to describe those eyes.

But it was this one gaze that made Tang Wulin feel as if a mountain was pressing down on his shoulders, rendering him completely immobile.

Those eyes appeared for only a moment before disappearing back into the doorway.

At the same time, an invisible force suddenly pulled the century-old soul towards the divine gate. The soul crashed into the gate and disappeared completely.

After devouring the souls, the gate fell silent once more.

Tang Wulin stood there, stunned.

Everything happened so fast that he didn't even have time to react.

My soul is gone just like that? Stolen by this door?

However, before he could fully process this fact, an even bigger change occurred.

Click.

The crisp sound was particularly jarring in the silent sea of ​​the mind.

Tang Wulin looked up and saw a tiny crack appear on one of the eighteen chains.

Click, click—

The cracks spread rapidly, extending from the top of the chain all the way to the bottom, and fine golden light burst forth from the cracks, growing brighter and brighter.

With a whoosh, the heavy chain fragments turned to dust in mid-air, then quickly coalesced into a golden torrent.

The torrent swirled once in the sea of ​​consciousness before surging into Tang Wulin's body.

Tang Wulin felt a warm current surging from the depths of his spiritual sea, flowing along his meridians into his limbs and bones.

It was an unprecedented feeling of fullness, like a dried-up riverbed suddenly being flooded, and every cell was activated at that moment.

He suddenly opened his eyes and subconsciously looked down at his body.

A spirit ring was rising from beneath his feet.

Golden.

Tang Wulin rubbed his eyes.

It's still golden.

His first reaction was to doubt that he had seen it wrong.

There are many colors of spirit rings: white for ten years, yellow for a hundred years, purple for a thousand years, and black for ten thousand years—he knew all of these.

Can it be gold?

Tang Wulin carefully examined the golden halo surrounding him. It was brighter than any spirit ring he had seen in class, and it faintly emanated a warmth. It didn't seem like ordinary energy fluctuations, but rather more like some kind of...life force?

He couldn't figure it out.

The image from that meditation is still lingering in my mind.

Tang Wulin thought about it for a long time and finally decided to put it off for the time being.

Because he has something even more important to face—he's starting school tomorrow.

"never mind."

He muttered to himself, threw himself onto the bed, and pulled the blanket up to his chin.

"Anyway, as long as I have the spirit ring, no one should care if the color is a bit strange, right?"

He turned over and closed his eyes.

Never mind, let's go to sleep.

We'll talk about it tomorrow.