On the ship, in Nan Fusheng's room.
"Damn it, Tang San actually kept something up his sleeve. That's way too ridiculous."
Nan Fusheng opened his eyes and couldn't help complaining. Back in the Peerless Tang Sect era, the cultivation method he left behind had already been incomplete. Now that it was Dragon King Legend, that bastard had still held something back.
With the Tyrant Dragon Soul Spirit acting as an informant, Nan Fusheng had heard Tang San's guidance for Tang Wulin loud and clear.
As for that tiny bit of berserk consciousness from the Golden Dragon King? It did have quite an impact on the Tyrant Dragon, but not much—at least, she could still restrain it. However, to avoid appearing abnormal, he had the Tyrant Dragon Soul Spirit pretend to have fallen asleep.
"Now that Tang Wulin's consciousness has awakened, he himself should wake up soon as well. But when his body will recover is anyone's guess."
After all, out of the Golden Dragon King's eighteen seals, he had opened a full third in one go. Even the Twelfth Seal was stirring restlessly. The fact that Tang Wulin was still alive was already thanks to Tang San's divine sense.
"The Eight Extraordinary Meridians? Do I even have those?"
He was practically becoming inhuman now, so Nan Fusheng truly couldn't sense anything like the Eight Extraordinary Meridians. Still, he had to learn it. Even if he couldn't use it, Lu Fa, Shenwei, Fors, and his other doppelgangers could!
As long as one person learned it, the others could directly share the insights. That should make things much easier.
The rest of the voyage was destined to be dull and tedious. Although Tang Wulin's vital signs still showed no problems, he had yet to awaken.
After a month at sea, Nan Fusheng