Tang San: You All Have a Death Wish!

Back at the Security Team, Guang Long took out his Soul Tool Communicator and dialed a number.

Once the other side answered, he asked,

"Big Brother, do you have time to meet?"

"I'm a little busy right now, no time. Let's get together tonight. You brat, what made you think of me? Don't tell me you got into trouble?"

"How would I dare? This is a job assigned by the Spirit Pagoda." Guang Long held the Soul Tool Communicator to his ear and smiled helplessly.

"You chose it yourself. You could have paid back the money, but you insisted on working it off. It's too late to regret it now."

Guang Long looked out the window at the countless lights in the distance. His expression was somewhat complicated, but his tone was firm. "I don't regret it."

The types of jobs assigned by the Spirit Pagoda depended on the strength of the sponsored Soul Masters. After all, having a high-level Soul Master do Spirit Messenger work would be a waste, and Soul Masters were unwilling to accept such meager pay.

However, the Spirit Pagoda had limited internal positions, so after consulting with the Federation, it would sometimes arrange jobs elsewhere for people like them.

Guang Long was one of them.

The Security Team was usually staffed by ordinary people carrying Soul Tools. They could handle low-level Soul Masters causing trouble, but against stronger Soul Masters, they were useless. Powerful Soul Masters or Mecha Masters were needed to suppress them.

But even if this job paid well, how could Soul Ancestors and Soul Kings possibly be willing to do it?

This was when the contract between the Spirit Pagoda and Commoner Soul Masters came into play, allowing some people to be assigned to such positions. However, this was relatively rare. By this stage, Soul Masters could fully repay the money for their Soul Spirits.

It was just that... Guang Long wanted to do it.

"My life will probably amount to this. I can't compare to you, Big Brother. At least by doing this job, I can remember how I rose in the beginning and keep myself from envying you."

"..."

The Soul Tool Communicator fell silent for a while before Guang Biao's cold snort came through. "It's because you haven't worked hard enough."

"I don't have your talent, either." Guang Long smiled. "But once I actually started doing it, it felt pretty good to enjoy the residents' admiring and trusting gazes."

"...Hmph. As long as you're satisfied."

Once they had talked for a while, Guang Biao's voice suddenly became serious.

"I need to remind you of something. Be careful lately. If you encounter someone whose aura seems wrong, stay away immediately and notify the Mecha Brigade as soon as possible. Don't rashly rush in."

Guang Long asked doubtfully, "What happened?"

"I caught an Evil Soul Master while patrolling, but I can't be sure whether he has any companions."

Guang Long's eyes widened abruptly.

That night, Tang Wulin recalled everything that had happened that day. He was so excited that he tossed and turned, unable to sleep.

By the time he fell asleep, it was already midnight.

Lying in bed, he felt his body enveloped by a faint burning sensation. He trembled slightly without control, his brows tightly furrowed as he once again felt that inexplicable palpitation.

When Tang Wulin opened his eyes, he discovered that he was no longer in the dormitory. He had arrived in a black world, surrounded by darkness so complete that he could see nothing.

Suddenly, a dazzling golden light lit up in the distance and caught his attention. The golden glow rapidly approached, growing ever larger.

When Tang Wulin saw the light's true form clearly, he could not help but be horrified—it was an enormous golden dragon!

"You've finally come. It seems your body can now withstand this power."

At that moment, Tang San's Divine Sense appeared before Tang Wulin. A complicated expression flickered through his eyes before he quickly concealed it. Pretending to have lost his memories, he claimed that he was merely a strand of Divine Sense helping Tang Wulin break the Golden Dragon King Seal, then began explaining.

A child his age would definitely be afraid, even wary, if a normal person suddenly appeared inside his body. It was better to say that he had no memories.

When Tang Wulin learned that the Golden Dragon King's essence was inside his body, and that he would die if he could not gather the three items needed to help break the Golden Dragon King Seal, he froze.

He still had friends, Uncle the Spirit Transmitter who had high hopes for him, his father and Mother waiting for him to return, and Teacher Mang Tian... He did not want to die!

"I'll definitely gather them all!"

Looking at the resolute Tang Wulin, Tang San's Divine Sense did not immediately let him leave. After a long silence, he asked, "How do you plan to collect them? These things aren't cheap."

Although he had never paid attention to Federation prices, there was no need to mention anything else. The Soul Beasts in the two settlements had now colluded with the Spirit Pagoda, and the number of Soul Beasts elsewhere had sharply declined.

Under such circumstances, ten drops of bloodline from a Soul Beast with Dragon Clan Bloodline would be difficult to buy. The price definitely would not be low.

Tang Wulin's family could not even afford a Soul Spirit. How could he buy it?

"I..." Tang Wulin was momentarily speechless.

"Don't think about seeking help from major powers. If the Golden Dragon King's existence is exposed, some dangerous people may take notice of you."

"Eh?" Tang Wulin, who had just thought of the Spirit Pagoda, was startled. Before he could speak, Tang San's Divine Sense sent him out.

Since it was their first meeting, Tang San could not say too much. He could only warn him like this, and could not directly name the Spirit Pagoda.

After all, he could not possibly say, "Wulin, you're the son of me, the Sea God, aren't you?"

Not to mention Tang Wulin—even Tang San himself would not believe it under such circumstances. Without a foundation of trust, some things could not be said.

"What a pity. If I'd known things would turn out like this, I might as well have sent Wulin to the Clear Sky Sect for training like Ten Thousand Years Ago. This is difficult now."

Tang San secretly frowned.

What came next would be troublesome. He had to make Wulin trust him first before he could teach him the proper values.

Fortunately, he already had a detailed educational policy.

He drew on the education he had received in the past, from the Tang Sect to Tang Hao to Shrek, and ultimately found that only Shrek was the most suitable. After all, Shrek had stood on the continent for twenty thousand years, which already proved the correctness of its educational philosophy!

"Wulin, only by accepting my teachings can you survive in this difficult era!"

As he muttered softly, Tang San briefly glanced at the outside world, wanting to look at Tang Wulin again. Instead, he discovered that Tang Wulin's fortune had decreased again, and his expression darkened.

However, he had long prepared himself for such things. Just as he was about to withdraw his Divine Sense, he suddenly noticed something wrong. Carefully probing Tang Wulin's surroundings, he saw a concealed Spiritual Imprint attached to Tang Wulin's body, incomparably clear to this strand of Divine Sense.

Tang San quickly removed the imprint, his face darkening.

Who has set their sights on Wulin?

In the dormitory, Huo Yuhao slightly raised his brows. Sensing the feedback from his Soul Skill, he woke from meditation and opened his eyes.

"Elder Yi didn't warn me, and there shouldn't be anyone in the Academy capable of discovering a Spiritual Beacon. That means it could only be Tang San. Has he awakened? And does he have the ability to observe the outside world..."

The Spiritual Beacon was his Self-Created Soul Skill. Its principle was similar to the power of Divine Sense Tang San had left behind, except it was an extremely simplified version. Within a certain range, it allowed him to sense the location of anyone carrying the beacon, and he would receive feedback if it was destroyed.

Worried that something unforeseen might suddenly happen—such as Tang Wulin inexplicably running off to Shrek Academy right now—he had placed one on Tang Wulin.

He had not expected... Tang San to actually remove it?

Huo Yuhao's expression became somewhat strange.

Wouldn't it have been better to leave it? Wasn't this just telling me that he had awakened?

Is Buddha Tang still awake?

On the other side, after removing the Spiritual Beacon, Tang San's Divine Sense also came to its senses.

Leaving it there would have allowed him to silently capture the person behind it. He should not have removed it. Once he did, the other party would know that there was someone dangerous around Wulin. Perhaps that person would no longer approach Wulin, and he would be unable to determine why they had targeted Wulin or eliminate the threat in advance.

The string of setbacks had ultimately affected his emotions and judgment. This strand of Divine Sense was flawed, after all, and could not remain as calm and wise as his Main Body.

Damn Spirit Pagoda, that useless fool from Ten Thousand Years Ago, the one who stole fortune, Rong Nianbing who secretly found someone to abandon the Emotional God Position and run away behind my back, the Destruction God King who chased after me to beat me, the Golden Dragon King, the Abyssal Sage King...

You all have a death wish!

The more he thought about it, the more he felt there were too many who deserved death. Even though some of them were already dead, Tang San's mood remained foul...