Tang San's Fury, the Missing Golden Dragon King Bloodline!

After the apprenticeship ceremony ended, Zhen Hua went to the forging room to work, while Nan Liujing headed to the small kitchen alone.

Since Ye Changming still had matters to attend to, they did not stay to continue chatting with Mu Ye and instead set off for home.

After arriving, Ye Changming hurried off to the Tang Sect headquarters again, intending to improve his battle armor.

The enormous villa was suddenly left with only the three children.

Ye Xinglan bribed Na'er with three lollipops and sent her to her room to play with dolls.

Then, expressionless, she approached Nan Liujing, who was reading in the courtyard.

"Hey, I have something to tell you."

Nan Liujing looked up at her.

Ye Xinglan put her hands on her hips. "Do the words you said this morning still count?"

"What words?" Nan Liujing had long forgotten.

Ye Xinglan pursed her lips. She seemed somewhat embarrassed and turned her head slightly aside. "Don't ask what words. Just tell me whether they count or not."

"You have to make it clear." Nan Liujing spoke calmly.

A faint cherry blush colored Ye Xinglan's fair, pretty face. The heroic air between her brows had long turned into rare embarrassment and irritation. "If I call you Brother, you'll acknowledge that Na'er is my little sister."

"That?" Nan Liujing shook his head. "I was joking. You don't need to take it seriously."

"Joking?" Having spent half the day preparing herself mentally, Ye Xinglan's brows immediately rose at those words.

I thought about it for most of the day and finally worked up the courage, yet you're saying it was only a joke?

"No. I'm definitely calling you Brother, and no one can stop me." Ye Xinglan glared at him, her attitude allowing no refusal.

Nan Liujing was helpless. "Fine, fine. Go ahead. I'm listening."

"That's more like it." Ye Xinglan huffed proudly. Just as she was about to speak, she suddenly noticed a trace of amusement in Nan Liujing's dark blue eyes. The words reached her lips, then abruptly stopped as realization struck her.

Wait, that's not right.

How did it become me being impatient to call him Brother?

At that moment, a figure appeared on the villa's second floor. It was Na'er.

Her little head turned from side to side as though she were looking for something.

Nan Liujing noticed her, but Ye Xinglan did not.

"If you're not calling me, I'll continue reading." Nan Liujing noticed Na'er walking toward the courtyard.

Ye Xinglan clenched her fists, took a deep breath, and squeezed out two words through her teeth.

"Brother."

There was no technique, only emotion.

Nan Liujing shook his head. "Your voice isn't sweet at all."

Black lines seemed to run across Ye Xinglan's forehead. "Don't push it."

"Sister Xinglan, did you acknowledge Brother as your brother too?"

Suddenly, a little head poked out beside Ye Xinglan.

Ye Xinglan's expression froze. Turning her head, she saw Na'er blinking her beautiful purple eyes at her.

Ye Xinglan forced a smile onto her face. "Na'er, hurry to the kitchen. There's ice cream cake I made in the refrigerator."

"Ice cream cake?" Na'er's eyes immediately lit up. Like a gust of wind, she dashed toward the kitchen.

"Nan Liujing!" As soon as the little girl left, Ye Xinglan gritted her teeth. Starlight gleamed in her hand as she prepared to kill her brother and prove her Dao.

Nan Liujing reacted swiftly. He stepped forward and grabbed her right hand before she could summon the Stargod Sword, forcibly interrupting her skill activation. His other hand held a phone, and as his thumb tapped the screen—

"Bro~ther."

A crisp, pleasant yet icy voice rang out.

Ye Xinglan stood there blankly, staring at Nan Liujing in astonishment. "You recorded it?"

Nan Liujing smiled and rubbed her head. "This is the first lesson in life I'm teaching you as your brother. You should always take precautions in everything."

"And don't keep waving swords around at every turn. It wouldn't be good if you hurt the flowers and grass."

Under Ye Xinglan's stunned gaze, Nan Liujing returned to how he had been before, holding the Metal Encyclopedia and reading it seriously.

Gentle sunlight fell across his handsome face, while his tousled black hair swayed softly. Ye Xinglan suddenly forgot what she had wanted to say. She only knew to stare at this rude fellow.

"Who asked you to teach me?"

The sensation of his hand rubbing her head seemed to linger. A faint flush appeared on Ye Xinglan's smooth, jade-like face. She pursed her lips, turned her head away awkwardly, and left.

"Let's go shopping tonight."

Nan Liujing's voice came from behind her. "Your combat skills are the strongest among anyone your age I've seen, but you're terrible at interacting with people. You keep everyone at a distance with that proud, aloof attitude of yours, like the innate spirituality of metal, closing off your own world. So balancing work and rest is the second lesson I want to teach you."

"Na'er and I are both your friends, just like the external spirituality a blacksmith gives metal. It depends on whether you're willing to trust us."

Ye Xinglan paused, her beautiful eyes trembling slightly.

A typhoon had arrived, but it passed quickly. The already peaceful city of Aolai City became even quieter. Fine rain drifted from the sky, and only occasionally did pedestrians pass by, splashing through puddles.

Inside a room of less than ten square meters, Tang Wulin awakened from meditation once again, looking somewhat absent-minded.

Ever since he had encountered those human traffickers outside the academy that day, he did not know why, but whenever he meditated, he would enter a feverish state. He could even hear a low voice echoing in his ears, making it impossible for him to focus on meditation.

Blue Silver Grass already cultivated very slowly, and now this had completely plunged him into an agitated mood.

Looking out the window, the sky was dark and gloomy, like a cage that stifled his heart.

"I should eat something to calm down."

With no better way to ease himself, Tang Wulin decided to use his usual method and turn his grief and anger into appetite.

But just as he rose from the bed and his feet touched his slippers, the world suddenly spun around him. His body fell backward onto the bed.

The light in his clear black-and-white eyes seemed to fade as his consciousness gradually entered a pitch-black world.

Vaguely, he seemed to hear a furious voice, but he could not make out its words.

"How could one strand of the Golden Dragon King's bloodline be missing?"

At some unknown point, green bricks had paved the ground of the empty spiritual sea. The surroundings had transformed into an enormous, ancient hall. Above it floated a giant dragon radiating brilliant golden light, with seventeen rings of light encircling its body.

A figure dressed in a luxurious blue robe stood looking up at the dragon, fury filling his handsome face.

As the Spiritual Sense Tang San had left behind to suppress the Golden Dragon King Bloodline and guide his son's cultivation, it was one of his greatest trump cards before returning to Douluo Star.

Yet for that very reason, once the strength of the Golden Dragon King Bloodline weakened, the Spiritual Sense that should not have awakened so early was forcibly stirred awake.

After a long while, towering waves rose in Tang San's deep, abyss-like eyes. His icy voice echoed through the vast spiritual sea. "Whoever dared steal my son Wulin's bloodline truly has a death wish."

Tang San turned around and looked through the deep fog, seeing a helpless, bewildered little boy.

A trident mark emerged between his brows. Carrying that wisp of Spiritual Sense, it transformed into blue-gold light and plunged into the little boy's body.

On the bed, light returned to Tang Wulin's eyes, though it now faintly carried a clear blue-gold hue.

"Wulin, Mom warmed some mi—"

Suddenly, the door opened, and a mature woman who was not especially beautiful but possessed abundant charm appeared in 'Tang San's' sight.

She carried a tray with a steaming cup of milk and several cookies on it.

But before Lang Yue could finish speaking, a blue-gold afterimage flashed before her eyes. Her expression became blank, and she left exactly as she had come.

Tang San stretched out a hand. Within his palm, it seemed as though he had seized a giant dragon trying to soar through the sky. Threads of Sea God power pierced into the dragon's body, provoking an earth-shaking howl of pain.

"I'd like to see who has such nerve as to steal the Golden Dragon King Bloodline."

A blurry scene of light fed back from the dragon's body, and Tang San immediately received it. His gaze seemed to pierce through space, catching sight of an enormous ancient city and a handsome young boy.

Apparently not expecting the one who had stolen the Golden Dragon King Bloodline to be so young, a trace of surprise flashed through Tang San's brows. Yet he seemed to recall something and muttered gravely, "So young, yet he possesses an evil artifact. If he falls into the demonic path, he may cause irreparable harm to the continent. As a God King, I must take it away and seal it, then purify it with the Sea God's righteous and benevolent power."

As his words fell, layer upon layer of seawater manifested before 'Tang San.' It quickly engulfed Tang Wulin's body. With a whoosh, the small room fell silent in an instant.

Heaven Dou City at night had a nightscape unlike that of other major cities.

Travelers from all over, after seeing too much of the steel forests, would quickly become immersed after plunging into this ancient world.

Led by the Heaven Dou City Cultural Tourism Association, theaters of all kinds were scattered everywhere.

There were performances depicting the birth of the first Soul Master, leading humanity to establish homes and resist Soul Beasts.

There were performances showing humanity's growth, the mutual slaughter among tribes, and their evolution into kingdoms and even empires.

There were stories of the Heaven Dou Empire and Star Luo Empire joining forces against Spirit Hall, eventually crushing the 'evil' Spirit Hall Empire under Tang San's leadership.

Only Huo Yuhao's story was absent. They could hardly stage a tale about the Ice Spirit Douluo beating up the Sun Moon Empire army, the predecessor of the Federation, could they?

Nan Liujing and Ye Xinglan took Na'er along to enjoy the scenery, but as they walked, they arrived at a food street.

Looking at Na'er's excited expression, Nan Liujing and Ye Xinglan finally understood why the little girl had grown happier the farther they walked.

Built along Heaven Dou Park, the food street covered a vast area. As far as the eye could see, signs of every kind glowed under the lights, while enticing aromas had already blended into the air and made mouths water.

The passing crowd either deliberated over what to eat and compared their options, or stopped in place and took out Federation Coins to buy food. It was incredibly lively.

"Sister Xinglan, Brother, do you want some Sha Chang stinky tofu?" Na'er spotted a stinky tofu stall, and the air around it smelled pungent yet delicious.

"Then let's have some together." The smile on Ye Xinglan's face was greater than all the smiles she had worn over the previous six years combined.

"Let's get one serving." Nan Liujing did not refuse.

Na'er excitedly pulled Ye Xinglan into a jog toward the stall, with Nan Liujing following behind them.

"I found you."

Suddenly, heaven, earth, and time seemed to freeze in an instant. An indifferent voice, like wind pouring into his ears, entered Nan Liujing's mind.

He stopped and turned his head.

The straight food street, once packed with diners, was now empty. Only steam still rose from the food carts.

Bang!

The next moment, space shattered like a mirror, revealing a massive opening as a tsunami surged madly toward him from afar.

Nan Liujing did not even have time to react before the current swept him away.

"Nan Liujing, do you want a large or medium—"

Ye Xinglan turned her head and froze. People moved through the crowd, but the boy was nowhere to be seen.

Across the empty plaza, endless water surged. A figure was violently thrown out and slammed hard against a shield-like curtain of water, then bounced back onto the ground.

A sweetness rose in Nan Liujing's throat, and he spat out a mouthful of blood. Enduring the intense pain, he raised his head to look ahead, and his pupils suddenly contracted.

A figure a few inches shorter than him, seemingly formed from Water Element itself, stood there without facial features.

The Silver Dragon King, or Ah Yin and Tang Hao?

Nan Liujing said nothing, merely watching with cold eyes.

"Hand over the evil object on your body, and I may spare your life." The Water Element figure spoke indifferently.

Nan Liujing replied coldly, "I don't understand what you mean."

'Tang San' did not speak. He merely raised his right hand from afar. In an instant, the plaza seemed to sink into the deep sea. The light dimmed, hazy and profound, while terrifying pressure crushed wildly toward Nan Liujing.

Nan Liujing's skin ruptured instantly. That invisible pressure seemed ready to squeeze him into a mist of blood, and everything before his eyes had long turned scarlet.

Is this the end?

"A dignified Limit Douluo attacking a junior. How disgraceful."

Suddenly, just as Nan Liujing struggled to endure pain comparable to being struck by lightning, a cold, regal voice descended from the sky. A blazing radiance like the blazing sun violently shattered the watery curtain enveloping this world, simultaneously tearing apart all the crushing pressure.

Raging flames boiled between heaven and earth. As they flowed, phoenix feathers appeared one after another, accompanied by the faint, resounding cries of a phoenix.

The invisible pressure receded like a tide. Nan Liujing seemed to emerge from the water. He took deep breaths and looked ahead.

The first thing he saw was a pair of impossibly long legs. The newcomer wore battle armor woven from crimson and platinum, its surface covered in flowing golden-red patterns as though flames burned across the armor. On both shoulders, incandescent phoenix feathers appeared as vivid as an artist's brushwork, as though they could unfold into enormous phoenix wings at any moment.

'Tang San' had not expected anyone to interfere. His eyes narrowed slightly as he said indifferently, "If I were you, I would not involve myself. Otherwise, the consequences will not be something you can bear."

Dealing with a child alone would naturally be easy and would not consume much Spiritual Sense energy. But fighting a Limit Douluo would require countless times more energy than he currently possessed. If he could force her back, he would.

A cold smile curled across Leng Yaozhu's full, rosy lips. She grabbed with both hands, and the flames around her instantly gathered into two longswords bearing phoenix totems.

"Then I'd like to see exactly how severe these consequences are."

"Stubbornly refusing to repent." A beam of blue-gold light shot from between 'Tang San's' brows and landed in his hand, transforming into a completely black trident. He lightly tapped it against the ground.

As though the stars and constellations had shifted, the world before Nan Liujing and Leng Yaozhu was no longer the plaza, but an ocean formed entirely from Water Element.

An endless sea stretched in every direction, deep and dark, as though it had no end. The two of them stood atop its surface.

Leng Yaozhu's expression changed drastically. "Peak Quasi-God—no, perhaps even God-level! You wield a trident. You're connected to the Sea God!"

Nan Liujing's entire body trembled as he struggled to rise, his expression grim. With his command of Water Element and ability to change the world in an instant, aside from Tang San, he truly could not think of anyone else capable of it.

It seemed that after the Heavenly Tribulation Bead had taken the Golden Dragon King Bloodline that day, it had drawn the attention of the person behind Tang Wulin—perhaps Ah Yin, perhaps Tang Hao. In any case, Tang San had come for him now.

This is dangerous!

The dragons of Douluo Continent are rather unclear. By our understanding, they should all be Western dragons, yet Dou San described the Golden Dragon King as a five-clawed golden dragon. Damn it.

Leng Yaozhu's battle armor was made by Zhen Hua in the original work, which mentioned it around Chapter 1864, "The Battle of the Twin Phoenixes." But my setting is that Zhen Hua had not yet become a Divine Craftsman at the time. Leng Yaozhu raised her battle armor's level through a nurturing method, though it still fell short of a fully Heaven-forged Four-word Battle Armor. Later, she asked Zhen Hua to improve it.