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

When Tang Wulin woke up, it was already completely dark. He opened his eyes and saw a deep blue night sky above him.

A cool night breeze swept by. He lay on a park bench, covered with a white coat.

"woke up?"

The voice came from the right. Tang Wulin turned his head and saw a young man sitting at the other end of the bench. He was tall, dressed in white, and had a cold face.

He draped his outer garment over Tang Wulin's shoulders, while he himself wore only a thin inner garment.

Tang Wulin sat up groggily, looked down at himself, and saw no wounds.

"My name is Wu Changkong," the young man said. "What's your name?"

"...Tang Wulin."

Tang Wulin's voice was still a little hoarse. He rubbed his eyes, trying to clear his mind.

Do you know what just happened?

Dancing in the vast sky, I ask.

Tang Wulin opened his mouth, what just happened?

The man in black tried to kill him, cutting off his hands, feet, and neck. He was dying when he encountered the Golden Dragon King in the Sea of ​​Spirit, signed a contract, and then...

Then he didn't know what happened next.

The only thing he was certain of was that the Golden Dragon King had definitely used his body, but he had no idea what he had done with it.

"I have no idea."

Tang Wulin said that he couldn't possibly say, "There is a sealed divine beast king living in my body. It took over my body when I was about to die, so I don't know anything about what happened after that," could he?

Putting aside whether the other person believes him or not, just saying those words makes him feel like he's been brain-damaged.

Wu Changkong watched Tang Wulin quietly, his eyes darting around, his lips moving as if he wanted to say something but dared not.

"Never mind if you don't know."

Wu Changkong said.

Tang Wulin paused for a moment and then looked up.

The other person didn't press further, but instead shifted their gaze to the city skyline in the distance under the night sky.

The profile looked calm under the streetlights, without any hint of suspicion or interrogation.

But in reality, Wu Changkong's heart was sinking.

The child remembers nothing.

As expected, he had always heard about the methods of the Holy Spirit Cult.

This child named Tang Wulin is probably an experimental subject they kidnapped from this town.

He was stuffed with some kind of power that didn't belong to him, and then abandoned on the verge of losing control.

At six years old, he possessed the combat power of a Title Douluo—such power could not have been cultivated by a child on his own.

It could only have been forcibly injected into it.

But what kind of evil magic is this that can achieve this level?

Throughout history, no soul guidance technology has ever allowed a person who has just awakened their martial soul to instantly possess the power of a Title Douluo.

If such a skill exists, it must be a divine ability.

The realm of gods has long since vanished, and the lineage of all deities has been severed. No matter how powerful the Holy Spirit Cult is, it is impossible for them to wield divine power.

The more Wu Changkong thought about it, the more complicated things became. The events surrounding this child were far more complex than he had initially judged.

Tang Wulin suddenly stood up. His movements were so fast that his white coat slipped off onto the bench.

"Oh no! What time is it?!"

Wu Changkong glanced at the sky: "It's probably around ten o'clock at night."

"It's 10 o'clock?!"

Tang Wulin's face turned pale instantly.

"Uncle Mangtian must still be waiting for me! He must be so worried! I... I have to go back right away!"

He hurriedly picked up the coat from the bench, handed it back to Wu Changkong with both hands, and then bowed deeply.

"Thank you for saving me! Although I don't quite remember what happened, it must have been you who helped me! Thank you!"

After saying that, he turned and ran.

"etc."

Wu Changkong's voice came from behind him. Tang Wulin stopped in his tracks, turned around, and saw that Wu Changkong had already stood up.

His white robes swayed slightly in the night breeze, his expression remained indifferent, but his gaze was more serious than before.

He was thinking of what to say, then walked up to Tang Wulin and squatted down, their eyes level.

"Tang Wulin".

"Do you want to become a powerful Soul Master?"

Tang Wulin blinked.

"My teacher also said that I have great talent and that becoming a Soul Master shouldn't be a problem..."

He spoke with a tone of self-assured confidence.

But he quickly realized that the person in front of him seemed to be asking more than just "whether or not one can become a Soul Master".

Wu Changkong didn't offer any further explanation as he stood up and took a step back.

A chilling coldness spread from his body, the temperature of the surrounding air dropped sharply, and a thin layer of frost even formed on the grass next to the park bench.

A long sword, its surface gleaming with crystal, appeared in his hand. Pure, chilling energy swirled around the blade, emitting a ghostly blue light in the night.

Then came the spirit rings, one after another, rising from beneath his feet and slowly rotating around his body.

A total of six spirit rings.

Tang Wulin's eyes widened. A six-ring Soul Emperor.

Within a few days, he encountered two Soul Emperors with six rings.

The first one almost killed him, the second one—

"I can be your teacher and guide you as you grow."

Wu Changkong put away his martial spirit and spirit rings, and said in a calm voice, "Are you willing?"

Tang Wulin's mind was still reeling from the shock of "seeing another six-ring Soul Emperor," but that didn't stop him from understanding the sentence.

He wanted to become stronger, he needed to become stronger, and he didn't want his parents to have to travel far away to raise money for him anymore.

Tang Wulin knelt down, his forehead hitting the ground heavily.

"teacher!"

Wu Changkong reached out and pulled him up from the ground.

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When Mang Tian opened the door, he first glanced at the bloodstains on Tang Wulin's body, and then at the young man standing behind Tang Wulin.

"Come in," he said.

After listening to Wu Changkong explain his purpose, Mang Tian remained silent for a while.

He glanced at Tang Wulin, then at Wu Changkong.

He could distinguish between what was important and what was not.

It's a million times better for Tang Wulin to be personally taught by a six-ring Soul Emperor than for him to keep his child by his side.

"Please wait a moment."

Mang Tian turned and went into the inner room.

After a moment, he took out an envelope and a bag of luggage. The envelope was sealed with sealing wax and there was nothing written on it.

"Once you arrive in the East China Sea, go to the East China Sea Forging Masters Association and find a man named Cen Yue. Give him this letter."

Tang Wulin took the envelope, his fingers clenching tightly.

Mang Tian handed the luggage to Wu Changkong, then squatted down and looked at Tang Wulin.

I will keep an eye on your parents' news and let you know as soon as I have any updates.

Tang Wulin bit his lip and nodded vigorously.

"Uncle Mangtian."

"Take care of yourself..."

"Alright, alright." Mang Tian stood up, turned his face away, "I'm not going to die, let's go."

Tang Wulin slung his luggage over his shoulder and walked out the door.

A night breeze blew by, and he turned around to see Mang Tian standing under the lamplight at the door, waving at him.

He waved his hand forcefully, then turned around and followed behind Wu Changkong.