Awakening a Useless Martial Soul, Drawing Tang Wulin's Bloodline

"Dragon Martial Soul. What a pity it's illusory and transparent, like it could dissipate at any moment.

Sigh, another useless martial soul!"

In the awakening room of Red Mountain Academy on Douluo Continent, the Soul Master's words left Long Yuan deeply disappointed.

He was a transmigrator from Blue Star. It would have been one thing if he had no system, but the martial soul he awakened was actually a useless one.

His dream of riding dragons was probably going down the drain.

"Still, don't lose heart, child. You have level-three Innate Soul Power. As long as you work hard, you still have hope of becoming a Soul Master."

Hearing the Soul Master's words, Long Yuan knew it was merely consolation.

Level-three Innate Soul Power meant limited potential. He was probably the weakest among the army of transmigrators.

"It's clearly such an awesome Dragon Martial Soul. Why is it illusory and transparent?"

Long Yuan felt as though the heavens had played a colossal joke on him.

His Illusory Dragon Martial Soul looked like it would vanish with a single puff of wind.

He did not even dare release it anywhere windy.

Fortunately, he had Soul Power and could enroll in Red Mountain Academy's Soul Master Class, where tuition was completely waived.

He was an orphan. Since he had been found to possess Soul Master aptitude, he would no longer need to live at the Orphanage.

By convention, he would be adopted by a Soul Master family.

His adoptive mother happened to be a teacher at the academy—Lin Ximeng.

Soul Master aptitude tests were being conducted in several places at once. When Long Yuan came out, Tang Wulin had just finished his test as well.

Having read the original novel, he recognized Tang Wulin at a glance.

He had short black hair, large black-and-white eyes, long eyelashes, and the potential to grow into quite a pretty boy.

"Ugh..."

Just as Long Yuan was about to greet him, Tang Wulin gave a muffled groan, failed to steady his stance, and collapsed to the ground.

Long Yuan hurried over and helped him to the nearby Pavilion.

Tang Wulin looked awful. His skin was faintly red all over, and his body temperature was rising at an alarming rate.

Beneath his flushed skin, his veins faintly showed, and blood could be seen flowing through them.

Golden Patterns emerged on his forehead, spreading in a web-like pattern from his head down to his feet.

At the same time, his bones made faint cracking sounds.

"Golden Dragon King Bloodline?"

Having read the original novel, Long Yuan recognized at once that this abnormality was caused by the Golden Dragon King Bloodline.

The Golden Patterns on Tang Wulin's forehead continued spreading. Out of curiosity, Long Yuan reached out and touched them.

But at that moment, he discovered that his palm had been firmly sucked onto Tang Wulin's forehead.

The Golden Patterns began spreading toward his palm strand by strand, at a speed visible to the naked eye.

In the end, they entered his veins and flesh, spreading throughout his entire body.

Long Yuan was startled and wanted to pull his hand away immediately, afraid something might go wrong.

Yet he found himself unable to pull free for the moment.

And then, as though a long drought had finally met sweet rain, he suddenly felt refreshed and invigorated.

The blood and qi within him surged and roared, while his Soul Power circulated and slowly increased.

His physical constitution, even his Spiritual Power and perception, strengthened bit by bit.

"Holy crap, is this... the Star-Sucking Great Skill?"

Long Yuan froze for a moment. He was drawing out the Golden Dragon King's bloodline from Tang Wulin's body.

The Golden Dragon King was one of the Dragon God's incarnations.

It controlled power capable of destroying heaven and earth, possessed the Dragon God's main body, and wielded strength comparable to a God King.

It had inherited the Dragon God's formidable physique, making it impervious to blades and spears, while also possessing unparalleled speed.

If he could draw out the Golden Dragon King Bloodline, that meant the Golden Dragon King's power, speed, and everything else could be used by him.

His body would become incredibly formidable as well.

Thinking of this, Long Yuan was ecstatic.

He had no overpowered system and no white-bearded old grandpa, yet he possessed the ability to draw out the Golden Dragon King Bloodline.

That counted as his cheat ability.

Becoming a powerful Soul Master was just around the corner.

He simply did not yet know why he possessed the ability to draw out the Golden Dragon King Bloodline.

Only when Tang Wulin's skin returned to normal could Long Yuan pull his palm away.

"Hm? What happened to me?"

Tang Wulin woke up, his face full of confusion.

A moment ago, he had inexplicably felt feverish and uncomfortable. His vision had gone dark, and he had actually fainted.

Long Yuan instinctively removed his hand from Tang Wulin's forehead, hesitated, then pressed it back down.

However, the sensation of drawing out the bloodline had already disappeared.

Tang Wulin instinctively leaned his head back, avoiding Long Yuan's hand.

The latter revealed an awkward expression and said,

"Um... you fainted. We might become classmates in the future. If you feel feverish and uncomfortable, or your skin turns red, remember to come find me!"

Long Yuan gave Tang Wulin's shoulder a friendly pat.

In the future, he was willing to become friends with Tang Wulin. They could even live together.

With Tang Wulin, this walking cheat, around, even his useless martial soul could rise to prominence.

"Oh, okay. My name is Tang Wulin. What's yours?"

"My name is Long Yuan!"

Long Yuan held out his hand and shook Tang Wulin's.

Then, unable to resist himself, he pressed his hand against Tang Wulin's forehead again.

Tang Wulin instinctively stepped back twice and looked at him with a puzzled expression.

"Uh, well, I... I was worried you might have another episode, so I wanted to help check on you!"

Long Yuan scratched the back of his head. Whether in his previous life or this one, he had always disliked physical contact with other men.

He would absolutely never touch someone's forehead.

Yet just now, he had found Tang Wulin's forehead especially pleasant to touch.

He would have to touch it more often in the future!

Touching it made him stronger.

"Th-thank you!"

Tang Wulin froze for a moment, nodded at Long Yuan, then ran toward his parents.

Long Yuan's actions were so strange.

But the other boy seemed to bear him no ill will and even cared about him so much.

Tang Wulin inexplicably felt a trace of warmth in his heart.

Long Yuan chuckled as he watched Tang Wulin leave, then headed home as well.

School would start in a few days, so he needed to make preparations in advance.

"Long Yuan, get up. It's time for school!"

"Okay!"

At six in the morning on the first day of school, just as the sun rose, Long Yuan was woken by his adoptive mother, Lin Ximeng.

Lin Ximeng was now Long Yuan's mother, but he still could not bring himself to call her "Mom."

Today, he would officially attend Red Mountain Academy and enter the Soul Master Class.

After breakfast, Long Yuan and Lin Ximeng arrived at the classroom together.

"Good morning, children. I am your homeroom teacher, Lin Ximeng. Over the next few years, I will teach you the foundational knowledge related to Soul Masters.

Now, everyone, introduce your martial soul and Innate Soul Power. Long Yuan, you can start."

Lin Ximeng looked at Long Yuan with doting affection on her face. Her smile was sweet, and her voice gentle.

She was elegant and refined, with an ethereal air. Her skin was delicate, her beautiful eyes lively, her peach-blossom cheeks smiling. Before she spoke, her breath was already as fragrant as orchids; she was indescribably gentle and lovely.

"Hello, everyone. My name is Long Yuan. My martial soul is the Illusory Dragon, and my Innate Soul Power is level three."

A transparent, illusory dragon then appeared behind him.

Yet after possessing him, it brought little change to his body.

"Illusory Dragon? I can barely even see it!"

"Doesn't it look incredibly weak?"

As his martial soul appeared, the students began discussing it among themselves.

Without looking closely, they could not even make it out.

Although Lin Ximeng still wore a gentle smile, a trace of regret showed in her eyes.

The son she had adopted possessed a useless martial soul. His future achievements would be limited.

"Oh no, that strange feeling is back!"

As Tang Wulin sat in his seat, the moment Long Yuan released his martial soul, he felt the blood inside his body suddenly begin flowing faster.

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