Douluo: Dragon King's Divine Elegy

Chapter 102 Tang San: Mother, I have hidden the Golden Dragon King's bloodline here with you. Please keep it safe!

With the black-level mechs moving at full speed, Wu Changkong and Tang Wulin arrived safely at Shrek City at dusk.

Wu Changkong glanced at Tang Wulin sleeping on the cushion, his eyes somewhat vacant. He never expected that his return would be like this.

He didn't know how to face his teacher, who treated him like a son.

I hope His Holy Spirit can understand the problem that happened to Wu Lin.

As the elder's personal vehicle, the aircraft was not subject to supervision and entered Shrek Academy without any difficulty, landing on the inner courtyard's helipad.

The hatch opened, and Wu Changkong quickly grabbed Tang Wulin and carried him out, but as soon as they left the aircraft, his eyes trembled.

Not far away, a tall old man stood there, his head full of white hair, his body bathed in the hazy, yellowish sunlight, his eyes serious, just as they had been back then.

"Teacher... Teacher," Wu Changkong called out instinctively.

Zhuoshi glanced at Wu Changkong with a complicated expression, "Bring that child and come with me."

He turned and left.

Wu Changkong understood that it was his junior sister who had helped him.

Without thinking too much, he quickly followed his teacher and headed towards Poseidon Island.

Inside the Sea God Pavilion, Yali was already waiting.

As soon as Zhuoshi entered, he shouted, "Yali, quickly save my grand-disciple!"

Ya Li ignored him completely and looked at Wu Changkong walking behind him with Yun Ming.

"Greetings, Your Majesties." Wu Changkong, holding Tang Wulin, was unable to perform a proper bow, so he could only greet them respectfully.

Ya Li and Yun Ming nodded in response, then their gazes fell on Tang Wulin.

“Put him down,” Yali gestured.

He danced in the sky as instructed.

Ya Li slightly raised her hand, and pure life energy, fused with the primal power of the Prayer Angel, quietly floated out and quickly enveloped Tang Wulin.

With the strongest healing-type Soul Master in the world making a move, Yun Ming and his two companions could only watch quietly.

At that moment, within Tang Wulin's spiritual sea, Tang San's divine sense gazed at the group of people appearing on the light screen before him, muttering to himself, "It seems we made the right bet. This Wu Changkong has a close relationship with the powerhouses of Shrek Academy."

Tang San's expression was solemn. He gripped the Trident of the Sea God in his right hand, and the Sea God's will emanated from between his brows. Soon, a soul that he had imprisoned in his spiritual sea began to merge with his body.

Yes, Tang Wulin became like this because Tang San forcibly separated the connection between Tang Wulin's body and soul.

The objective has been achieved; we can now allow it to recover gradually.

After doing all this, Tang San closed his eyes and released his divine sense, enveloping the Golden Ancient Tree without Yun Ming and his group noticing.

Is the Golden Tree Spirit present?

A majestic voice resounded through the ancient golden tree.

Jin Yong, who had been closing his eyes to sense the origin of life in the plane, suddenly opened them, a look of surprise flashing across his face. "It's Tang San's voice. Could it be that he has returned?"

"wrong."

Jin Lao realized that although the voice was powerful, it seemed somewhat unstable and could not be compared with the full-fledged God-King level spiritual power he had when he first met Tang San. It seemed to be just a wisp of divine thought.

Suppressing his doubts, Jin Lao tentatively responded with his mind: "Is it Lord Sea God?"

Tang San's expression was stern: "Wake up my mother immediately, I have important matters to discuss with you."

"It really is him." Old Jin's eyes flickered, but he didn't say anything more, respectfully replying, "Yes, sir."

Hidden in a corner of the ancient golden tree, within a blue-golden world, a giant blue silver grass vine remained in an almost frozen state, its gentle life force pulsating, until a beam of golden light descended.

Nearby, thousands of blue silver grass leaves swayed, and Ah Yin, who was sleeping and secretly using the life energy she had obtained from the ancient golden tree, gradually awoke.

"Does the Tree Spirit have anything to say?" Ah Yin's voice was gentle, showing no sign of panic.

Old Jin wished he could kill Ah Yin, but his tone remained quite polite: "Blue Silver Emperor, a wisp of the Sea God's divine will wishes to see you."

"A mistress?" Ah Yin's beautiful eyes flickered slightly.

"I will establish a telepathic channel to facilitate your communication with Lord Sea God," Elder Jin said gently.

"Thank you," Ah Yin said.

Jin Lao didn't say anything more, and soon the space of the Golden Ancient Tree was filled with a brilliant golden light.

In the sky, a beautiful figure and a majestic blue-gold light looked at each other, it was Ah Yin and Tang San.

Jin Lao closed his eyes again, seemingly unconcerned, but since it was the mental channel he had set up, he could naturally hear the conversation between the mother and son.

"Mom." Tang San's imposing manner vanished, replaced by a respectful tone.

“You’ve come at the perfect time, Xiao San,” Ah Yin said hurriedly. “The Golden Dragon King bloodline in Wu Lin’s body has inexplicably lost a layer.”

Tang San said in an unusually calm tone, "I already know."

Ah Yin paused for a moment, then suddenly realized, "That's right, I almost forgot that you left your divine thoughts inside Wu Lin's body."

"Mom, listen to me," Tang San said solemnly. "Next, I will forcibly extract the last nine layers of the Golden Dragon King bloodline from Wu Lin's body. Please keep it for me, and give it to Wu Lin when he grows up in the future."

Ah Yin understood immediately: "It's because the bloodline has decreased again, right?"

“That’s right.” Tang San’s tone was grim. “I’ve already remembered the person who stole Wu Lin’s bloodline and is courting death, but now is not the time to make a move.”

"The nine layers of the Golden Dragon King's bloodline that I am about to give you involve the Golden Dragon King's original power. I can tolerate the loss of the first nine layers, but I absolutely cannot accept the loss of the last nine layers. That is why I thought of hiding them with you."

"How should Mom cooperate with you?" Ah Yin naturally wouldn't refuse.

“I see…” Tang San immediately began to explain.

Jin raised an eyebrow. Tang San was not trying to hide anything from him when he said these things; otherwise, a simple "you block your senses" would have made him completely unaware.

Come to think of it, in a few years, he would have been devoured by the Blue Silver Emperor. If it weren't for Nan Liujing acting as an intermediary to let him know the true face of the Sea God, he would probably have been sold out and had to help count the money. Why would he need to avoid it?
"Golden Tree Spirit." After explaining to Ah Yin, Tang San went to find Elder Jin.

"Please speak, Your Majesty," Old Jin hurriedly said.

Tang San solemnly said, "In the next few days, please help maintain the transfer channel. After it is done, when I return to Douluo Star, I will surely give you a great opportunity."

Heh... Though he was utterly disdainful, Old Jin still wore a smile on his face. "You're too kind, God. Just give the order, and I will do my best to help."

"Very good." Tang San was quite satisfied to have regained the face he had lost with Nan Liujing. He could now show Buddha's mercy and leave behind the seeds of the Golden Ancient Tree.

Inside the Sea God Pavilion, no one knew that a secret relocation operation was being prepared.

“It is indeed a problem with the soul.” Yali said solemnly.

"Can it be cured?" Zhuoshi looked at Tang Wulin. As the grandmaster, how could he not be worried?

“No need for treatment.” Yali shook her head.

Upon hearing this, Zhuoshi and Wu Changkong's expressions froze instantly. The latter's eyes were lifeless, as if he had lost his soul, and his legs went weak, almost causing him to stumble and fall.

He treated Tang Wulin as if he were his own son.
"When Lily said that the child doesn't need treatment, she meant that the child's soul is gradually recovering. Don't get the wrong idea."

Seeing the lifeless expressions on the faces of the master and disciple, Yun Ming offered a timely reminder.

Zhuoshi: "..."

Wu Zhangkong: "..."

Ya Li asked softly, "Little Chang Kong, does this child have a very powerful bloodline within him?"

Wu Changkong sighed inwardly, truly deserving of the title of the continent's number one healing-type Soul Master. He could see through Wu Lin's condition at a glance. Normally, unless Tang Wu Lin himself released it, it would be difficult for outsiders to discover his bloodline. He said, "Your Majesty, yes. Wu Lin's Martial Soul is just the most ordinary Blue Silver Grass Martial Soul, but his bloodline is very special. It once directly suppressed a Bone Dragon King Soul Master of the same cultivation level."

Zhuo Shi's eyes lit up, and his gaze toward Tang Wulin was noticeably different.

He had always been troubled by the lack of a suitable successor for his Crimson Dragon Nine Forms. This self-created soul skill required someone with a strong bloodline to master.

Ya Li pondered, "The soul has always been a place that the Soul Master world has never been able to fathom. Even I haven't explored it very deeply. But I guess that it's highly likely that this child's bloodline is too strong, causing his spiritual power to be somewhat uncontrollable."

"Of course, this is just my personal guess. For the time being, you will stay on Poseidon Island so that I can observe the changes in secret."

"Thank you," Wu Changkong said respectfully.

Yali smiled in response.

Yun Ming said, "Li'er and I still have some things to take care of, so we'll be leaving now."

Seeing Wu Changkong's stunned expression, the couple quickly left.

The vast Sea God Pavilion fell silent immediately.

The atmosphere was somewhat awkward. The master and disciple, who already had a misunderstanding because Long Bing had infiltrated Shrek Academy as an inside agent of the Holy Spirit Cult and caused a series of incidents, didn't know how to start the conversation.

Zhuoshi and Wu Changkong both missed Shen Yi.

That girl's presence at least helps to liven up the atmosphere.

Outside the Sea God Pavilion.

"Brother Ming, what did the Federation say?" Ya Li asked, lifting her fair face as she took Yun Ming's arm.

Yun Ming stopped and looked into the distance. "The Federation deliberately played the video of you apologizing to that kid Nan Liujing. It's not their main purpose to embarrass us. Elder Long is the one they're trying to provoke. Fortunately, after his previous lesson, Elder Long has become much more composed this time."

"In short, this matter is both big and small. Dealing with it would just be a waste of breath. It would be better to wait until the students achieve good results before making any further statements."

Yali sighed: "Your concessions have clearly not reassured some people."

Yun Ming smiled faintly and said, "That's normal. Even if a tiger has its claws and teeth temporarily removed, it is still a tiger. My concession to the Federation is just to tell them my current attitude and give both sides a dignified platform to communicate. If anyone doesn't even want this dignified way of maintaining things, then don't blame me for using other means."

The couple chatted, unaware that an invisible force had already enveloped Tang Wulin where he lay, constantly transferring the Golden Dragon King bloodline that had been suppressed within his spiritual sea.

"Shouldn't it be safe to put it with Mother?"

Tang San felt heartbroken as he felt the Golden Dragon King's bloodline being temporarily stripped away. Removing the bloodline required him to use a large amount of his divine sense power.

Furthermore, only the last nine layers were transferred; the first nine layers remained, serving as a stabilizer for the Golden Dragon King's divine core.

Tang San certainly wanted to kill Nan Liujing, but he had to admit that it was because Nan Liujing had taken away three layers of the Golden Dragon King's bloodline that the Golden Dragon King's remnant soul remaining inside the divine core was weakened and its threat greatly reduced. Otherwise, he would not have been able to complete the transfer at all.

wrong.

Tang San realized that if the person who sought death hadn't taken his bloodline, leaving him no choice but to resort to this desperate measure, he wouldn't have needed to transfer at all!
asshole!

...

"Great!"

In the lobby of the Mingdu Royal Hotel, Xie Xie and Xu Xiaoyan cheered and high-fived each other.

They just received news from Shen Yi that Wu Lin was sent to Shrek Academy by Teacher Wu Changkong and has now stabilized.

Nan Liujing watched Xie Xie and Xu Xiaoyan cheering, his mind racing.

Tang Wulin's sudden accident is probably not that simple.

I wonder which scoundrel is stirring up trouble in the shadows.

Shen Yi said, "You will stay with me until your dance teacher returns to Donghai City."

"Yes." Xie Xie and Xu Xiaoyan nodded like chicks pecking at rice.

Da da da.

Suddenly, footsteps approached, then quickly stopped.

Shen Yi, Xu Xiaoyan, and Xie Xie subconsciously looked up.

Seeing that their attention was gradually turning to him, Nan Liujing said, "If I'm not mistaken, the person who came here is looking for me, right?"

"Correct."

A calm voice came from behind the sofa.

Nan Liujing's eyes flickered slightly as he stood up and looked back.

Then something unexpected happened.

The newcomer was none other than Xu Zihuang, the chief of the Tang Clan's youth group.

His light blue hair, handsome features, and purplish eyes made him very recognizable.

"Can we talk alone?" Xu Zihuang's tone was very calm, and it was difficult to glean any useful information from it.

Nan Liujing became interested. "Find a place."

"Please follow me." Xu Zihuang nodded politely to Shen Yi. Shrek Academy and Tang Sect were closely connected, so he naturally knew this disciple of the Crimson Dragon Douluo.

The two left.

Xie Xie and Xu Xiaoyan had clear, innocent eyes, while Shen Yi stared thoughtfully at their departing figures.

It seems that the Tang Sect is preparing to select a successor to the sect leader, and Xu Zihuang is considered a strong contender for the position.

However, she had heard from her teacher that the Amorous Douluo seemed to have another target, and that it was not someone from the Tang Sect.

Could it be this Nanliujing?
On the other side, Nan Liujing followed Xu Zihuang to another quiet spot in the hall.

It's set up like a tea table, but the difference is that pressing a button on the coffee table automatically raises the soundproofing device.

"Please sit down," Xu Zihuang said politely.

Nan Liujing sat down and said directly, "I don't like beating around the bush. Just say what you want to say."

The two had never crossed paths before, and he didn't believe the other party had come to make a friendly introduction.

Xu Zihuang said in a deep voice, "The Vice Hall Master asked me to pass on a message to you."

Nan Liujing raised an eyebrow slightly.

Xu Zihuang said thoughtfully, "If you are willing to go to the front line for further training and obtain a third-level merit, the reward he promised you will still stand."

Nan Liujing remained silent, his eyes deep and unfocused.

What Zang Xin promised him was the soul of a ferocious beast and a 100,000-year-old immortal herb!

"That's all I wanted to say. You can think about it and let me know later." Xu Zihuang stood up to leave, but as his figure passed Nan Liujing, he suddenly stopped, his fists clenched, his voice carrying a hint of resentment.

“I don’t know why the deputy hall master values ​​you so much, but I hope you have the strength to earn my approval, otherwise I will never accept the leadership of a weak person.”

As soon as he finished speaking, the sound of footsteps faded into the distance.

Nan Liujing leaned back on the soft sofa, looked at the ceiling, and chuckled softly, "Looks like I've become the target of everyone's criticism. No wonder the Tang Clan members looked at me strangely."

His smile faded, and he muttered to himself, "Everyone wants me to go to the front lines to gain experience. I wonder if you all discussed it beforehand, or if it just happened by chance."

Pressing the soundproof soul guide button, Nan Liujing straightened his collar and returned to his residence with a distant gaze.

It depends on whether I'm strong or weak, right?

I'll tell you right away!
(End of this chapter)