Yue Lin, the Overlord Dragon Spirit Goes Berserk Again

Inside the ward.

Holy Spirit Douluo's Soul Power surged, and four pairs of pure white wings slowly unfolded from behind her, each feather shimmering with a luminous white halo, like Godhood descending to earth.

With a thought, pale golden Light of Healing poured down from between her wings, like warm rain, enveloping Xu Lizhi on the sickbed.

This is the ultimate healing power from the Prayer Angel Martial Soul, containing an inexhaustible life force.

Visibly, the bruises and swelling on Xu Lizhi's cheeks from the battle were fading at an astonishing speed, and his originally pale complexion was gradually returning to a rosy hue.

In just ten seconds, the chubby face that had looked somewhat disheveled due to its injuries completely regained its former roundness, and even its breathing became more steady and powerful.

On the other side, Tang Wulin slowly walked to Ye Xinglan's side. Seeing that she kept her head down and her cheeks were still flushed, he couldn't help but show concern and asked softly, "Xing Lan, why is your face so red? Are you worried about Li Zhi and haven't rested well?"

Upon hearing this, Ye Xinglan's heart skipped a beat, as if someone had touched a raw nerve. She hurriedly lowered her head, her fingers tightly gripping the hem of her clothes, her voice barely audible. "N-no, it's probably because the doors and windows in the Treatment Room were all closed, it was a bit stuffy..."

Her voice trembled slightly, almost imperceptibly, and even she herself felt that the excuse was too far-fetched—after all, when the Holy Spirit Douluo released the Light of Healing, the air in the room had already become fresh due to the flow of Soul Power, and there was no stuffiness at all.

Seeing this, Nan Fusheng immediately stepped forward, subtly blocking Ye Xinglan's view, thus cleverly preventing Tang Wulin from seeing him, and then naturally taking over the conversation:

"Wulin is right, Xing Lan was indeed worried about Li Zhi for quite a while. But it's true that the air here isn't very well ventilated. After His Her Holiness Holy Spirit finishes his diagnosis, we'll open the windows to let in some fresh air."

As he spoke, he subtly gave Ye Xinglan a reassuring look, successfully diverting Tang Wulin's attention from Ye Xinglan's unusual behavior.

Tang Wulin nodded upon hearing this, his gaze returning to the hospital bed, unaware of the subtle implications.

However, the moment Nan Fusheng stood still, a sudden change occurred.

As Nan Fusheng approached, Tang Wulin's heart suddenly trembled without warning, and a strong tremor came from the depths of his Martial Soul.

The next second, her Blue Silver Emperor Martial Soul appeared on its own, uncontrollably—pale blue vines Bind around her arms, and nine Soul Ring lit up around her.

A petite figure suddenly emerged from the fourth Soul Ring in the chain.

The blonde, red-eyed girl pounced like an arrow, so fast that her trajectory was impossible to see. With a "thud," Nan Fusheng was knocked to the ground, his back hitting the cold floor with a dull thud.

"Aww--"

A crisp yet somewhat ferocious growl rang out as the blonde, red-eyed girl pressed down on Nan Fusheng. Before he could struggle, she swiftly leaned down and bit his lip.

"Hmm--"

Nan Fusheng's eyes widened as he tried to struggle, but the figure pressing down on him possessed astonishing strength. With a gentle press of two slender arms, the figure instantly pinned him to the spot.

"Slurp~"

"This..."

Ye Xinglan, standing to the side, was completely dumbfounded. She stood there, her hands frozen in mid-air, her eyes filled with confusion and shock.

"Yue Lin, come back quickly."

Tang Wulin was the first to react. Her expression changed, and she immediately reprimanded him sternly.

But the girl named "Yue Lin" seemed not to hear him at all, and continued to bite Nan Fusheng tightly, showing no sign of letting go.

Seeing this, Tang Wulin did not hesitate any longer and immediately stepped forward, reaching out to pull the two entangled together apart.

The name "Yue Lin" was given to the Overlord Dragon Spirit by Tang Wulin not long ago.

Since the Soul Spirit took human form and became the girl she is today, she felt that calling him "Ba Ba" was no longer appropriate, so she thought about changing the name of the Overlord Dragon Spirit.

After some thought, disregarding the pitiful look in the Soul Spirit's eyes, she resolutely decided on the name "Yue Lin".

"Yue" represents the Gu Yue, while "Lin" is taken from her own name.

When she first subdued the Overlord Dragon Spirit, it was Gu Yue who was by her side, facing danger together. This name is both a commemoration of that shared experience and a tribute to her lost youth.

Moreover, after Tang Wulin's multiple tests, she discovered that the Overlord Dragon Spirit's mind and emotions come and go quickly. Even if it felt wronged at the time, it would forget about it soon afterward, so there was no need to worry about it holding a grudge.

"Let go quickly."

Tang Wulin rushed to the two of them, reached out and hugged the girl tightly around the waist, trying to pull her away from Nan Fusheng.

But to her surprise, the girl hugged him very tightly, her arms Bind Nan Fusheng's neck like vines, as if she wanted to stick to him. No matter how hard Tang Wulin tried, he could not budge her an inch.

Ye Xinglan finally snapped out of her shock. Seeing this, she quickly stepped forward and reached out to hug Nan Fusheng from the other side, working together with Tang Wulin to pull him up.

With one pulling the girl and the other supporting Nan Fusheng, Tang Wulin managed to pry open the girl's seemingly delicate but actually incredibly strong wrist with great effort.

"Hmm~"

This scene, witnessed by everyone, added to the awkwardness and eeriness.

"Ugh, Dance, Wu Ling, let, let me go."

Held tightly in Tang Wulin's arms, Yue Lin had finally regained some of her speech, though her words were still unclear. Her little head kept turning, her eyes fixed on Nan Fusheng, struggling to pounce on him again.

"It smells so good! The food is delicious!"

The girl's gaze was fixed on Nan Fusheng, who was being helped up by Ye Xinglan, her eyes gleaming with undisguised appetite, as if Nan Fusheng were some rare delicacy in the world.

As soon as she finished speaking, her struggles suddenly intensified, and a force far greater than before came from Tang Wulin's embrace. Caught off guard, Tang Wulin's grip loosened slightly, almost allowing Yue Lin to break free.

"Yue Lin, calm down, calm down!"

Tang Wulin quickly steadied himself, using even more force to hug Yue Lin while mentally activating the Soul Spirit Contract.

Through the power of the contract, she continuously conveyed soothing emotions to Yue Lin, attempting to calm his agitation.

Gradually, the girl in his arms began to struggle less and her breathing became more even. However, when her bloodshot eyes occasionally swept over Nan Fusheng, a hint of restlessness would still unconsciously appear, and her body would tense slightly, clearly indicating that she had not completely given up.

Seeing this, Tang Wulin sighed inwardly and could only hold Yue Lin tightly in his arms, gently patting her back with one hand, continuing to soothe her with the power of the contract.

On the other side, Ye Xinglan's gaze was fixed on Yue Lin, who was being held tightly by Tang Wulin, with a hint of wariness in her eyes—the girl's fierce and Greed attack on Nan Fusheng just now made her unable to completely relax.

Only after confirming that Yue Lin was bound and unable to move did she slowly turn her gaze to Nan Fusheng beside her, her tone full of worry. "Are you alright? She was so forceful just now, did she hurt you?"

Nan Fusheng was rubbing his arm, which had been pressed until it was red. Clear finger marks remained on his skin, obviously left when Yue Lin had suppressed him.

Upon hearing Ye Xinglan's question, he immediately stopped what he was doing, turned to her, and gave her a gentle smile, his eyes reassuring. "It's nothing, my arm is just a little numb, it'll be fine in a bit, don't worry."

He deliberately softened his tone, not wanting her to worry about his minor injury any longer.

Ye Xinglan looked at the red marks on his arm, her brows still furrowing slightly. However, she knew that this was not the time to dwell on such a minor injury, so she could only nod gently. Her gaze, however, kept drifting towards Yue Lin, as if afraid that the other party might suddenly attack again.

"What are you doing...?"

A voice filled with doubt broke the silence in the room.

Having finished treating Xu Lizhi, the Holy Spirit Douluo Ya Li slowly walked to the group's side, her gaze shifting between the struggling Yue Lin, the Tang Wulin who was tightly embracing her, and the Nan Fusheng and Ye Xinglan with their various expressions.

The holy aura around her had subsided, and she now resembled a gentle older sister, her eyes filled with inquiry—just now she was focused on treating Xu Lizhi, and although she sensed the fluctuations in Soul Power, she hadn't seen the specifics. This strange confrontation was truly perplexing to her.

Tang Wulin tightened his grip on Yue Lin's arm, feeling the girl's still slightly restless body in his arms. A wry smile appeared on his face, his tone full of helplessness:

"I don't know either. Just now, Fusheng only got close to me, and Yue Lin suddenly broke free from my control, forcibly appearing from the Soul Ring, and... and even did what she did just now."

As she spoke, she turned to look at Nan Fusheng, her eyes full of apology, "Fusheng, I'm so sorry, it was my fault for not watching Yue Lin properly and causing you to be frightened."

"Disobeying orders?"

Ya Li's brows furrowed instantly, and her tone became serious. "This is no small matter. Soul Spirit and its host should be of one mind and share life and death. If Soul Spirit can break free from control at will, or even act out of control, the danger is enormous. Can you find out why?"

As a top expert in the Soul Master World, Ya Li was more aware of the risks involved than anyone else.

Tang Wulin's status and strength are now extraordinary. If she were to carry a Soul Spirit that could go berserk at any moment, it would not only threaten her own safety but could also cause unpredictable consequences at crucial moments, affecting those around her.

Tang Wulin shook his head slightly, his tone tinged with weariness. "It's still unclear. Yue Lin's mind is like that of a young child, her emotions are unpredictable, and this sudden loss of control is something I can't fathom."

"I'll investigate further through the Soul Spirit Contract later to see if I can find the root of the problem." As she spoke, she gently patted Yue Lin's back, trying to soothe her emotions through physical contact.

Just then, Nan Fusheng spoke up, steer the conversation toward Xu Lizhi on the sickbed. "Your Her Holiness Holy Spirit, you just treated Li Zhi. How is he now? Is he still alright?"

Upon hearing this, Ya Li turned her gaze to Xu Lizhi, who was still asleep on the hospital bed, and her tone softened. "Li Zhi is not in mortal danger. His main problem is that his Martial Soul Avatar was forcibly destroyed, which caused a deficiency of qi and blood. As long as he rests and recuperates for a period of time to replenish his qi and blood, he will gradually recover."

She paused briefly, then changed the subject, her eyes showing a hint of seriousness. "However, there's one thing to be careful about—his body is filled with a large amount of Power of Destruction. This power repels my healing power and may even backfire on the healing energy."

"Therefore, I can only treat his external injuries. As for the internal injuries caused by the reverse flow of qi and blood and the Power of Destruction, they cannot be treated with external force for the time being. They can only be absorbed and resolved by his own body slowly."

"That's good, as long as there's no danger to his life." Tang Wulin finally breathed a long sigh of relief upon hearing the words "no danger to his life."

Xu Lizhi is not only her partner, but also an important support force in the team. If something were to happen to him, it would be a huge loss for everyone.

Nan Fusheng glanced at Yue Lin, who was still restless in Tang Wulin's arms.

Although the girl had stopped struggling violently, she still stared intently at him with her bloodshot eyes, and there was even a faint trace of water left at the corner of her mouth, clearly still thinking about the "delicious" food she had just eaten.

He sighed inwardly, then turned to Ya Li and said, "Since Li Zhi is out of danger, Your Her Holiness Holy Spirit, Xing Lan and I will take our leave now. This place... is more suitable for you."

He deliberately emphasized the word "you," clearly indicating that he did not want to be in the same room with Yue Lin again, lest he cause further trouble.

Ye Xinglan immediately nodded in agreement. At this moment, she had no intention of staying any longer and just wanted to leave this place that made her feel both embarrassed and uneasy as soon as possible.

Ya Li nodded gently, her gaze falling on Nan Fusheng, her tone softening with gratitude. "Alright. By the way, Fusheng, I've always remembered the Aurora Auction invitation you gave me years ago."

"If it weren't for that auction, I wouldn't have known that Yun Ming was still alive. Perhaps... I would have done something foolish in a moment of impulse."

The "invitation" she mentioned was an admission ticket to an Aurora Auction Nan Fusheng had given her several years ago.

That auction not only made her aware that there was such a secret organization hidden on the mainland, but more importantly, it made her learn that her beloved Yun Ming, whom she thought was long gone, was still alive—it was this hope that sustained her through that darkest and most desperate time.

Although the Tang Sect tried their best to investigate the organization afterward and attempted to plant spies within it, all their efforts were in Ocean. This organization seemed to be even more deeply hidden than the Holy Spirit Cult.

Ya Li paused for a moment, then continued, "I have never forgotten this kindness. If you ever need any help in the future, as long as it doesn't violate the principles and ethics of Spirit Master, you can come to the Shrek Academy to find me anytime. No matter how difficult it is, I will do my best to help you."

Nan Fusheng's heart stirred slightly. "Your Majesty, there's no need to be so polite. Giving you the invitation was just a small favor, and I never expected it would be of such great help to you. If you ever need anything in the future, I certainly won't stand on ceremony with you."

As he spoke, he nodded slightly to Tang Wulin as a greeting, then took Ye Xinglan's hand and led her quickly toward the door of the Treatment Room.

Ye Xinglan felt his hand being held, and the familiar warmth of his fingertips dissipated most of her unease and embarrassment. She quickened her pace, clearly eager to leave.

Watching the two walk away hand in hand, a knowing smile flashed in Ya Li's eyes as she murmured softly, "The relationship between this child and Xing Lan seems a bit complicated."

Having lived for nearly a century and witnessed countless human relationships, the eye contact and physical interaction between Nan Fusheng and Ye Xinglan just now had already revealed an intimacy between them that far exceeded that of ordinary friends.

"Forget it, let the young people handle their own affairs." Ya Li gently shook her head, not probing any further.

After all, Nan Fusheng had been kind to her, and she only wished that these two outstanding young people could get what they wanted. As for their emotional entanglements, outsiders should not interfere too much.

She turned to Tang Wulin and carefully instructed him, "Wulin, you must take Yue Lin's loss of control to heart and find out the cause as soon as possible. If you encounter any problems that you can't solve, you can come to me anytime. Perhaps I can give you some advice based on the contract between the Soul Spirit and the host."

Tang Wulin nodded quickly. "Thank you for your concern, Your Her Holiness Holy Spirit. I will."

Ya Li glanced at Xu Lizhi on the hospital bed again, and after confirming that his breathing was stable, she turned and walked towards the door.

With her departure, only Tang Wulin, Yue Lin who was being held by her, and Xu Lizhi, who was still asleep, remained in the Treatment Room.

Tang Wulin slowly released his protective arms and gently placed Yue Lin on the ground.

The moment the girl's toes touched the ground, she dashed off towards the palace gate like an arrow released from a bow. Her small figure carried an undisguised eagerness, clearly indicating that she wanted to catch up with Nan Fusheng, who had left after being disturbed by her.

Seeing this, Tang Wulin's gentle expression vanished instantly, his face darkening as he hissed, "Yue Lin, don't move!"

"Hmm~"

The crisp command reached her ears, and Yue Lin abruptly stopped running.

She turned around, her tender little face full of struggle, her pink lips slightly pouting, letting out a soft cry of grievance. Her eyes, as clear as ruby, were filled with resentment, but in the end she still stood obediently in place, not moving forward even half a step.

Tang Wulin stepped forward to Yue Lin, slightly squatting down to be at eye level with the girl.

He gazed into those pure yet strangely yearning red eyes, his tone tinged with seriousness and doubt. "Yue Lin, why did you attack Fusheng just now? And why did you do that to him?"

Yue Lin blinked, her long eyelashes fluttering like butterfly wings, her voice innocent and pure. "Because he smells so good, he smells delicious. I... I want to eat him."

Eat him?

These three words struck Tang Wulin's ears, sending a jolt through her heart.

In a normal situation, if a girl said she "wanted to eat" a man, it might be interpreted as a flirtatious joke. However, Yue Lin's identity is special—she is Soul Spirit and her mind is not yet mature, so she does not understand the complex emotions of the human world.

Tang Wulin dared not be negligent in the slightest and quickly asked, "Eat? What exactly does that mean?"

The girl raised her small face, revealing a pure smile devoid of any malice, and explained earnestly, "Of course I want to eat him whole!"

As she spoke, she stretched out her small palm and gently patted her flat belly, adding with a slightly troubled expression, "My body is a bit small, otherwise I should have been able to swallow him whole just now, instead of only being able to bite his tongue."

Upon hearing Yue Lin's words, Tang Wulin gasped in shock; it really was what she understood as "eating."

"Yue Lin, why do you insist on eating Fusheng?" Tang Wulin suppressed his shock and pressed for an explanation, trying to find the reason behind this unusual behavior.

"Because he smells good." Yue Lin's answer remained simple and straightforward.

"Fragrant? Why do you think Fusheng smells 'fragrant'?" Tang Wulin frowned. He had never detected any special scent on Nan Fusheng, let alone an aroma that could stimulate his appetite.

"Have no idea."

Yue Lin shook her head honestly, but as soon as she finished speaking, her Adam's apple bobbed involuntarily, clearly indicating that she had swallowed. Her eyes once again revealed her longing for Nan Fusheng.

"But he smells so good! I can smell it. If I could eat him, it would be really good for me. Wu Ling, can you call him back so I can take another bite? Just one bite."

"No." Tang Wulin rejected this absurd request without the slightest hesitation.

Then, with a touch of solemnity, she emphasized, word by word, "If you ever see him again, you absolutely must not bite him like you did just now, understand? Also, it's Wulin, not Wu Ling. Remember my name."

"Buma, buma!"

The blonde girl with red eyes instantly became excited. She waved her thin arms and swayed her small body from side to side, looking just like a child who hadn't gotten her favorite candy. She cried out in a coquettish tone, "Wu Ling, just let me take a bite of him, just one bite, okay?"

"No." Tang Wulin's attitude remained firm, without the slightest wavering.

"Hmm~ Wu Ling..."

Seeing that her coquettishness was ineffective, Yue Lin gradually slowed down. She stretched out her little finger and gently tugged at Tang Wulin's sleeve. Her little head was slightly lowered, her red jade eyes were filled with tears, and her face showed a wronged expression, trying to shake Tang Wulin's determination by showing weakness.

Don't look at me like that. If I said no, I mean no.

Seeing Yue Lin's appearance, Tang Wulin's heart softened—after all, Yue Lin was Soul Spirit closely connected to her, and she really couldn't bear to be too harsh on her.

But when she thought about the seriousness of the matter of "cannibalism," she immediately suppressed her soft heart, put on a serious expression again, and refused to back down even a little on matters of principle.

Cannibalism? That's absolutely unacceptable!

"But that person smelled really good. Just now, I bit him and even bit this off of his body."

Seeing Tang Wulin's resolute attitude, Yue Lin put away her aggrieved expression and instead, as if presenting a treasure, gently raised her slender fingers.

A wisp of golden Cloud Mist was Bind her fingertips. The Cloud Mist looked thin, but it exuded an indescribable and strange aura.

"What's this?"

Tang Wulin's gaze was instantly drawn to the wisp of golden Cloud Mist. She could clearly sense the extraordinary power contained within the Cloud Mist, and this power also gave her a strange sense of familiarity, as if she had encountered a similar aura somewhere before.

"This is Fate!"

Just as Tang Wulin was pondering, a familiar voice suddenly rang in his mind. It was his father Tang San's Divine sense transmission, and his tone carried a hint of barely concealed excitement.

"Fate!"

Tang Wulin's heart skipped a beat, and he instantly understood the origin of this golden Cloud Mist. "Could this be Fusheng's Fate?"

Upon learning the truth, her first thought was not possessiveness, but rather the desire to return it to its rightful owner—it belonged to Nan Fusheng and should be returned to him.

"Don't!"

Tang San's keen Divine sense detected Tang Wulin's thoughts, and he quickly spoke up to stop him.

Then, his voice became earnest. "Wulin, as the saying goes, Heavenly Materials and Earthly Treasures belong to the capable. Since this Fate has fallen into your hands, it means it is destined for you, so there's no need to rush to return it."

"But Father, this Fate was stolen by Yue Lin from Fusheng; it wasn't obtained legitimately." Tang Wulin was still somewhat hesitant; she always felt that doing so was inappropriate.

"What do you mean by 'steal'!" Tang San's Divine sense immediately retorted, his tone carrying a hint of righteous indignation. "This is clearly 'borrowing.' The owner of the Fate is still Nan Fusheng; we're just borrowing it from him temporarily, and we'll definitely return it to him in the future."

As for when "later" is, Tang San did not specify, clearly leaving room for ambiguity regarding the timeframe.

Back in the day, didn't he also "borrow" the Ice Fire Yin Yang Well from Dugu Bo?

Even though 20,000 years have passed, the Ice Fire Yin Yang Well is still nominally Dugu Bo's property, and the Tang Sect is merely temporarily holding it for him.

How similar this matter of Fate is to the situation back then!

"But..." Tang Wulin still hesitated.

Tang San Divine sense the opportunity and pressed his advantage, saying, "There's nothing 'but' about it. We're only borrowing it temporarily, not permanently, so there's no need to feel guilty."

"Wulin, your current situation is extremely difficult. The Golden Dragon King's power could break through the seal at any moment, endangering your life. Now that there is an opportunity to increase your Fate, you must not miss it."

He paused, then continued, "As long as you have enough Fate to protect your body, you'll be more confident in withstanding the Golden Dragon King's power in the future. This is a matter of life and death for you, and I believe your friend Nan Fusheng, if he knew the reason, would understand."

Under Tang San's persuasive words, Tang Wulin's defenses gradually crumbled.

She recalled the pain and threat brought by the Golden Dragon King Seal, and then thought that Fate might bring her a glimmer of hope. She murmured to herself, "It's just borrowing it for a while, it should... be fine, right?"

"Of course, no problem!" Tang San's Divine sense immediately gave an affirmative response, his tone filled with obvious relief.

"All right."

With the Golden Dragon King Seal constantly threatened by unforeseen circumstances, Tang Wulin ultimately decided to accept this wisp of Fate.

But then she suddenly realized a crucial problem and quickly asked, "But Yue Lin is just a Soul Spirit, how could she bite off Fusheng's Fate?"

It's important to know that her father, Tang San, had explicitly told her that Fate is an ethereal Void thing; even Godhood as powerful as him can only interfere with it to a limited extent, and cannot directly "take" it away like this.

So Tang Wulin posed this question to Yue Lin, but the response he received was a blank look on the girl's face— Yue Lin clearly didn't know why she was able to do that either; she had simply acted on instinct.

"It must be the power of the Golden Dragon King at work."

Just then, Tang San's voice rang in Tang Wulin's mind again, offering a reasonable explanation. "During your Soul Spirit's growth, you absorbed a large amount of the Golden Dragon King's power. Now, you are already equivalent to a small Golden Dragon King."

"The ability to seize Fate is likely a new power she awakened during the accumulation of strength, much like the Eye of Destruction she awakened before."

This explanation is undoubtedly the most reasonable.

After all, the Golden Dragon King originated from half of the Dragon God's power. As part of the Dragon God's legacy, it is only natural that he possesses such extraordinary abilities.

"Wulin refuses to actively try to win over Nan Fusheng, perhaps I can do so through this Soul Spirit..."

Tang San's Divine sense was silently pondering in his heart. His gaze, through Tang Wulin's perception, fell on Yue Lin, who was still curiously playing with the golden Cloud Mist on her fingertips. Thoughts surged in his mind like a tide.

The Tang Family has always been like the legendary Pixiu, only taking in and never giving out. Since this Soul Spirit has absorbed so much of the Golden Dragon King's power, it should give something back to the Tang Family to make it fair.

"It seems this matter needs further consideration." Tang San pondered to Divine sense, a calculating glint in his eyes.

In any case, this Overlord Dragon Spirit usually resides in Tang Wulin's Spirit Sea, so he has plenty of opportunities to contact and influence Yue Lin. With proper guidance, this Soul Spirit might become the key for the Tang Family to obtain more opportunities.

Treatment Room.

Tang Wulin was still patiently instructing Yue Lin, telling her not to hurt Nan Fusheng again in the future, while Yue Lin listened with a half-understanding.

Meanwhile, at the martial Martial Arts Matchmaking Convention in the arena.

"Boom--"

As a severely burned figure fell off the stage, the winner of the fourth group was finally decided.

"The winner is Duanmu Yan," the referee announced loudly.

"Duanmu Yan! Duanmu Yan!"

The Spectator enthusiastically applauded the winner.

(Tyrant Dragon Humanoid transformation.)