Is Tang San My Father?

Yun Mu felt an intensely burning gaze fixed on him.

He did not think much of it. After all, people had been looking at him with fiery eyes these past two days.

Wang Jinxi and Zhang Yangzi were steadily losing ground in their fight against them, and finally, unable to hold back any longer, the two quickly moved close together.

Yun Mu slowly rose to his feet, dusted off his perfectly clean pants, and glanced back at Wu Changkong. Seeing Wu Changkong nod at him, he slowly walked into the center of the Competition Stage.

However, he did not interrupt their Martial Soul Fusion Skill. He simply released his Martial Soul and watched from the side.

His eyes were filled with disdain, just as Wei Xiaofeng had looked at Tang Wulin and the others before.

Before their Martial Soul fusion was complete, Yun Mu had Tang Wulin and the others carry Wei Xiaofeng and Lin Ying off the stage.

Tang Wulin had knocked Wei Xiaofeng unconscious with a single hammer blow. Before passing out, Wei Xiaofeng heard Tang Wulin say, "Sigh, you're such trash."

Yun Mu heard it perfectly clearly and even glanced his way twice, nearly unable to maintain his aloof persona.

As black mist surged, the two-meter-tall Dark Eagle Dragon stood in the center of the arena.

The Bone Dragon Claw shattered the cracked ground beneath it. Just as the black mist dripping from its wingtips was about to spread into an Imprisoning Sky Curtain, the Sword of Life in Yun Mu's hand lit up with a soft white glow—the halo of the First Soul Skill, Withering Bones Forge Edge, spread along the blade. What should have been a gentle healing light now resembled a transparent barrier, precisely enveloping the Soul Power flowing around the Dark Eagle Dragon.

During this time, he had discovered quite a few new ways to use his Martial Soul. The fundamental principle was the use of Life Energy together with his unknown cultivation technique.

Wang Jinxi only felt the power of the Bone Dragon King inside him suddenly become sluggish. Even the aura intertwining with Zhang Yangzi's faltered for half a beat.

He roared and swung his claw at Yun Mu, but before the Bone Dragon Claw came within three feet of him, Yun Mu had already raised his sword and pointed it diagonally forward.

After the fusion was complete, he had wanted to attack Xie Xie, but Yun Mu stopped him outright.

The instant the blade trembled, countless glowing white petals poured from its tip. The Third Soul Skill, Life Sword Rain, came without warning—when the innumerable tiny swords swept across the Dark Eagle Dragon's body, they instantly transformed into gray mist reeking of death. Wang Jinxi and Zhang Yangzi felt their Soul Power drain away at a terrifying speed, and even the bone wings sustaining their fused form began to crumble away in flakes.

"Impossible!" Wang Jinxi gritted his teeth and summoned the last of his strength, trying to make the Dark Eagle Dragon unleash Dark Breath.

But Yun Mu's Third Soul Skill had already bloomed with the fall of his sword.

The moment the blade pierced the ground, the blossoms fell like flying snow. They first washed over the Dark Eagle Dragon's body. The petals that landed on the Bone Dragon Claw transformed into fine, sharp blades, stabbing densely into the Soul Power core of the fused form.

Before Wang Jinxi could cry out in pain, Yun Mu lightly turned his fingers, and the remaining petals gathered into a stream, precisely piercing the weakest Soul Power node on the Dark Eagle Dragon's neck.

The black mist of the fused form collapsed in an instant. As Wang Jinxi and Zhang Yangzi were sent flying, they could still see the last petal on Yun Mu's blade turn into a mote of light and vanish as he sheathed his sword.

From beginning to end, he had not moved his feet even half a step. Only the jade-like Sword of Life still held its lingering silver radiance, as though it had never been touched by even the slightest killing intent.

Yun Mu suddenly recalled that in the original story, this Martial Soul Fusion Skill had nearly caused the two of them to lose control and severely injure Xie Xie.

"I want to ask you something. Can your Martial Soul Fusion Skill lose control?" Yun Mu's voice was extremely cold.

"P-possibly," Wang Jinxi said.

"Possibly? Didn't your teacher tell you to be careful? If you had faced other classmates instead of me today, have you thought about what the final outcome would have been?"

"Teacher said it was our trump card..."

"A trump card. It really is quite a good trump card, seeing as it can take care of your opponents. If the people facing you were merely ordinary two-ring soul masters, they could very well be seriously injured or even die. Still, it would be best if you used this Martial Soul Fusion Skill as little as possible," Yun Mu said.

"Why? What gives you the right to tell us what to do?" Zhang Yangzi said.

"Haven't the two of you felt that after every use of your Martial Soul Fusion Skill, your Martial Souls seem to become somewhat uncontrollable?" Yun Mu asked. "Both our Martial Souls belong to the darkness attribute, and they even carry evil attributes. Geniuses and madmen are separated by only a thin line. Soul masters with evil attributes and Evil Soul Masters are separated by only a thin line as well."

Zhang Yangzi thought about his Martial Soul, then looked at Wang Jinxi and sighed. "I understand."

In truth, Yun Mu's Martial Soul had told him this information, just as his eyes could see the wronged souls of others.

He hoped that these classmates could fight alongside him in the end, rather than stand on the opposing side when the final battle against the abyss came.

Although the original story had never mentioned them, the possibility was quite high.

The four of them all stepped down from the Competition Stage.

They left together with Wu Changkong, but Wu Changkong said nothing and simply told them to return and cultivate.

When Tang Wulin returned to the dormitory, he was surprised to discover that his Mandala Snake soul spirit had changed.

Yun Mu smiled. "It's about to become a Mandala Dragon."

Night slowly fell. Perhaps because the match had ended, everyone gradually drifted into sleep.

Tang Wulin felt his consciousness slowly enter a strange palace.

At its center was a person wrapped up like a rice dumpling.

Tang Wulin could feel that rice dumpling constantly calling out to him, but he felt that thing definitely was not good. Otherwise, it would not have been bound by so many chains.

So he avoided that direction and looked elsewhere.

After falling asleep, Yun Mu also slowly entered Tang Wulin's Sea of Consciousness, but he appeared directly at the place where the Golden Dragon King was sealed.

Tang Wulin looked at Yun Mu in astonishment. "Brother, why are you here?"

"I don't know either. I remember falling asleep." Yun Mu scratched his head.

"Since there's no one else around, let's talk about what I did a couple days ago." Yun Mu smiled.

"Aren't you curious why you suddenly became so powerful?" Yun Mu smiled. "This is the God Core of the Golden Dragon King."

"What is the Golden Dragon King?" Tang Wulin asked, utterly confused.

Yun Mu felt as though he was about to become Old Tang. "The Golden Dragon King is the other half of the Dragon God, an existence possessing strength at the God King level. Aren't you curious why you possess this God Core?"

Tang Wulin nodded.

Yun Mu said, "It all began with that Sea God, Tang San..."

"So Tang San is my father?" Tang Wulin asked, his face full of disbelief.

"Yes. Do you want to acknowledge him as your father?" Yun Mu asked with a smile.

"No. I have an older brother and parents," Tang Wulin said. "But how does Brother know so much?"