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

Chapter 95 Tang Clan, Traitor?
Donghai City, Donghai Academy.

Inside Wu Changkong's office.

The afterglow of the setting sun streaming through the window cast a long, thin shadow of this aloof and handsome man, but it couldn't dispel the deep-seated melancholy between his brows.

The soul-guided screen in front of him clearly displayed Tang Wulin's latest physical data report:

Soul Power Level: 22.

Martial Soul: Blue Silver Grass, Clear Sky Hammer.

"Twin martial souls, Blue Silver Grass and Clear Sky Hammer, and the surname is Tang..."

Wu Changkong's self-talk rippled through the silence, his fingertips unconsciously tracing across the screen.

A complex mix of reminiscence and surprise flashed deep in his eyes.

"He bears such a striking resemblance to Tang San, the ancestor from 20,000 years ago... Is fate playing tricks on us?"

This talent, this surname—these should be the most coveted treasures of the Tang Clan.

In the past, he would have taken the boy into the Tang Clan without hesitation and treated him as his own son.

But now...

A sense of indescribable regret and self-mockery welled up in my heart.

Because of his relationship with the daughter of a high-ranking member of the Spirit Pagoda, rumors have been circulating within the Tang Sect for a long time that he has betrayed the sect.

But there has never been any evidence.

In addition, during the incident in Tianhai City, he personally intervened to prevent Tang Sect members from carrying out a special mission. Recalling the other party's complete distrust and suspicion, he also remembered the heavy olive branch that Leng Yulai, representing the Spirit Pagoda, extended, carrying absolute trust.

The Spirit Pagoda may have its dark side, but at least there, he felt respect for power itself and a relatively pure recruitment process, rather than the suffocating factional infighting and ruthless tactics within the Tang Sect.

"Ugh."

A barely audible sigh escaped his lips. Wu Changkong raised his hand, his long, strong fingers pressing heavily on his throbbing temples.

His chaotic thoughts, like tangled vines, left him mentally exhausted.

"Tuk, Tuk, Tuk."

The sudden, rhythmic knocking was like a cold pebble thrown into stagnant water, instantly tightening Wu Changkong's nerves.

"Enter."

He spoke in a deep voice, his voice carrying its usual coldness, his sharp gaze fixed on the doorway.

However, there was no response from outside the door.

Only the knocking continued, unhurried, with a chilling, monotonous rhythm, stubbornly repeating itself.

Not right.

Wu Changkong's pupils suddenly contracted, and his powerful mental energy, like invisible tentacles, instantly reached out towards the door.

However, just as his mental energy was about to touch the door...

"Oh!"

The sturdy alloy door panel was as fragile as a piece of paper, violently blasted open from the outside in by an immense force.

Amidst the flying debris, three figures dressed in dark blue outfits, with the Tang Clan's distinctive "Tang" emblem embroidered on their chests, stepped into the office.

The leader had a cold, hard face and indifferent eyes, holding a token high in his hand.

"Donghai Xiaochangkong." The leader's cold, hard voice struck like an ice pick, carrying an unquestionable tone of judgment, "In Tianhai City, you deliberately obstructed Tang Clan members from carrying out a special mission. The evidence is conclusive, and headquarters has ruled it an act of treason!"

The patterns on the token shimmered with a sinister luster in the dim light.

"By order of the Tang Clan's Punishment Hall, arrest him immediately!"

The man flicked his wrist, steadily putting away the token, his icy gaze locking onto Wu Changkong's face:

"Give up resistance and come with us. Otherwise... you'll face the consequences."

"Arrest warrant? Betrayal?" Wu Changkong suddenly stood up, his tall figure like a drawn sword, and a chilling aura instantly spread around him, causing the temperature in the office to drop sharply.

Deep in his eyes was shock, anger, and even more so, a long-suppressed humiliation and fighting spirit that had been completely ignited.

"What a fine Tang Clan! They'll have to bear the consequences!"

"I, Wu Changkong, am ashamed of my conscience. I have never done anything to betray the Tang Clan."

Wu Changkong shouted sternly.

"On the contrary, it is you who have repeatedly challenged the bottom line that the Tang Sect should have..."

As soon as he finished speaking, the Heavenly Frost Sword appeared in Wu Changkong's hand.

"It's you who betrayed the Tang Sect."

At the same time, in the dormitory area of ​​Class Zero, in Tang Wulin's room.

There was also a knock on the door.

"Who is it?"

Tang Wulin opened the door with a puzzled look. Standing outside were two middle-aged men, both dressed in dark blue Tang Clan attire, with a formulaic, condescending smile on their faces.

"You must be Tang Wulin," one of them said, his voice calm yet carrying an undeniable air of authority.

He directly displayed the same Tang Clan emblem as the one used to arrest the Sky Dancer.

“We are special envoys from the Tang Sect headquarters. Your talent, especially your second martial soul, has attracted great attention from the headquarters.”

"Now, we formally invite you to join the Tang Clan."

Tang Wulin was completely stunned by this sudden news.

Join the Tang Clan?

That legendary behemoth sect founded by the Sea God Tang San?

At this moment, Tang San's divine sense, observing the news from the outside world, was filled with excitement:

"Wu Lin, it's the Tang Sect! The Tang Sect has come to guide you!"

"Hurry up and agree, this is the best time for you to return to the sect."

"Only by returning to the Tang Sect can I better guide you and cultivate you into a true powerhouse!"

Tang San's excitement almost broke through his sea of ​​consciousness.

However, Tang Wulin's brows furrowed slightly.

He recalled that when he was six years old, he had no Federal Coins to buy Soul Spirits, and it was the Spirit Pagoda that provided him with a benefit by sponsoring him with high-quality Hundred-Year Soul Spirits for free.

Furthermore, at the Tianhai Alliance, Tang Wulin solidified his resolve to take the entrance exam for the Sun Moon Royal Soul Master Academy and to work inside the Spirit Pagoda in the future.

Both he and his father, Tang Ziran, were very happy to see Tang Wulin go to work at the Spirit Pagoda.

That's a stable job for life, with lots of benefits, and it's especially good for kids from ordinary families like his.

"I apologize, seniors." Tang Wulin took a deep breath, bowed slightly, and spoke politely but with an undeniable distance in his tone, "Thank you very much for the Tang Sect's high regard."

"But I have already accepted the Spirit Pagoda's funding and decided to apply to the Sun Moon Royal Soul Master Academy. I also hope to serve the Spirit Pagoda in the future. At present, I have no plans to join any other organization."

"What?! Are you crazy, Wu Lin?!" Tang San's divine sense in his mind became sharp and piercing, filled with unbelievable rage, like a cat whose tail had been stepped on.

"That's the Tang Clan, your roots, your father's legacy!"

"You cannot not go to the Tang Sect, Wu Lin. Only there can you inherit everything I have!"

Tang Wulin groaned, his face turning deathly pale, his body swaying uncontrollably, and fine beads of cold sweat instantly appearing on his forehead.

An indescribable, intense, soul-deep pain erupted without warning.

It felt as if countless steel needles were piercing his brain at the same time, or as if an invisible hand was gripping his heart tightly, making it difficult for him to breathe.

What's wrong with me?
(End of this chapter)