Face and Reputation, Seal Release
Tang San was almost moved to tears by his own emotions, and his mental state instantly returned to its peak.
His biggest worry was that his life was constantly in danger.
The feeling of being able to lose his life at any moment was unbearable and almost drove him insane.
At this moment, having suddenly learned his father's true identity and realizing that Lin Xuan had the ability to kill him but had always held back, he made the same judgment as Yu Xiaogang —his father, Titled Douluo, must be the one restraining the powerful figure behind Lin Xuan.
But this also made Tang San more wary of Lin Xuan: just how terrifying was the value of the Dragon Blood in this person that could make Titled Douluo retreat?
Lin Xuan, who had been watching the two of them closely, was speechless as he saw the master and disciple putting on their own show and witnessing Tang San's ability to instantly recover to his peak condition.
Is Tang San some kind of unkillable cockroach?
How can this restore health?
And their imagination is a bit too rich.
But that's understandable, considering his Teacher was the theoretical Master Yu Xiaogang. If his imagination couldn't keep up, where would those theories come from?
"We almost scared him to the point of having a mental breakdown, but Yu Xiaogang shut him down with just one sentence. Tang San really has some luck."
Lin Xuan put down the carving knife, feeling rather disheartened.
With his current control over his body, carving level three or four Soul Tool Rune is a piece of cake, but unfortunately his Soul Power is not quite up to par.
Moreover, the most difficult part of Soul Tool is not carving the Array Pattern, but matching Array Pattern together.
The Douluo Continent is not lacking in Soul Tool Rune, but most of them are complete and integrated inheritances. Once the inheritance is broken, no one can even understand the most basic Soul Tool Knowledge.
Just like someone who doesn't understand basic math won't comprehend even if they see 1+1=2.
Lin Xuan happened to obtain the key to unlock the basics. Although he couldn't create higher-level Soul Tool for the time being, he was already able to independently research the method of Array Pattern matching.
As a seasoned bookworm who read countless online novels before his transmigration, innovation may not be his forte, but "borrowing" is definitely his specialty.
Once you understand the meaning of various basic Array Pattern, it is not difficult to combine them into a suitable Soul Tool Array.
Recently, he has tinkered with quite a few low-level Soul Tool, no bigger than a ping-pong ball, and used these small things to quickly familiarize himself with the attributes of various Array Pattern.
Just as Lin Xuan was about to continue practicing carving, his expression suddenly changed.
A surge of intense energy erupted from his heart, like a volcano about to erupt, instantly engulfing his entire body.
A look of pain flashed across his face, but was forcibly suppressed.
He knew that Tang Wulin's power was at a critical juncture of explosive growth—but why should he be the one to bear this pain?
This Golden Finger has a flaw!
While the risks are nothing to worry about, the pain is truly unbearable.
But pain is pain, and one can't lose face in public.
Lin Xuan quickly adjusted his expression, calculated the time perfectly, opened the door, and said to Xiao Wu in the living room, "Xiao Wu, I'm going into seclusion for a week to improve my strength. Don't disturb me this week, and don't let anyone else come either. Prepare plenty of food for me when I come out in a week."
Before Xiao Wu could react, he quickly finished his instructions, turned around, and locked the door. In that instant, his calm and collected demeanor crumbled as unbearable pain swept through his body, almost causing him to lose all control of his expression.
Xiao Wu, standing outside the door, looked bewildered but grasped the crux of the matter: Lin Xuan needed to become stronger again, which would take a week, and they also needed to prepare enough food.
Thinking of Lin Xuan's terrifying appetite, if he were starved for a week, he might even be devoured as food.
A horrifying image flashed through her mind, and Xiao Wu shuddered. Forgetting about cultivation, she went to scout out a place to find food—if she wasn't prepared in a week, she was afraid Lin Xuan would get so hungry that he would eat her too.
Inside the room, Lin Xuan was writhing on the floor in pain.
Fortunately, the room had been soundproofed beforehand, and all noises were perfectly blocked out.
Golden patterns slowly emerged from his flesh and blood, and the power of the first Seal Release the Golden Dragon King being broken was raging wildly within his body.
These patterns, like living vines, emerge from the depths of flesh and blood, spreading along the meridians, quickly covering the limbs and bones, outlining intricate and majestic Dragon Totem on the skin's surface.
The totem seemed to have a life of its own, every inch of its lines pulsating slightly, flowing with a scorching light comparable to magma, illuminating the room in a golden-red hue.
The excruciating pain far exceeded the limits of what the body could bear, feeling like countless red-hot daggers were churning inside the body, or like thousands of steel needles Penetration the bones.
Lin Xuan curled up on the ground, his teeth clenched so tightly they were grinding together, and a mouthful of bloody foam spilled from the corner of his mouth. His consciousness was torn between being awake and unconscious.
But he insisted on keeping his eyes open, watching the golden patterns flow and settle on his skin, feeling that unfamiliar yet fitting power, awakening like a giant beast that had been sleeping for eternity as the seal of the Golden Dragon King loosened.
Sometimes he regretted having this Golden Finger; it was just too painful. But then he thought, if Tang Wulin could endure it, why couldn't he?
Power gained without suffering is something you wouldn't feel comfortable using.
In the end, he could only grit his teeth and persevere.
Dragon Blood surged wildly in his veins, no longer a gentle nourishment, but a scalding torrent that crashed against the barriers of his limbs and bones.
He could clearly feel the blood gradually transitioning from bright red to golden red, each drop seemingly containing earth-shattering power, emitting a faint dragon's roar as it flowed, though soft, it carried an awe-inspiring majesty that made his eardrums buzz.
The golden totem on the skin's surface became increasingly clear, with lifelike scale patterns, the curve of the dragon horns, and the sharpness of the dragon claws, as if it were about to break free and transform into True Dragon at any moment.
An indescribable sense of oppression emanated from within him. Even though it was shielded by a soundproof array, it still caused the house to tremble slightly. A faint Dragon Might's might permeated the air, carrying an ancient and savage aura that seemed capable of intimidating all living beings in the world.
Lin Xuan's bones creaked under the strain, yet under the nourishment of the Dragon Blood, they were frantically reshaped and strengthened, every inch of his bones tinged with pale gold, their density and strength soaring at a visible rate.
Muscle fibers are torn and reassembled, becoming tougher and bursting with explosive power.
The Soul Power within his body was also drawn and assimilated by the power of the Dragon Blood. His original Soul Power gained a touch of golden-red, becoming more violent and destructive.
He couldn't help but let out a suppressed roar, which was mixed with a deep and majestic dragon's roar, causing ripples in the air of the room.
Golden light and mist rose from his body, enveloping him. Within the mist, the shadowy figure of a dragon could be vaguely seen circling, sometimes stretching its body, sometimes roaring silently, displaying the domineering and powerful nature of the Golden Dragon King.
After enduring extreme pain for ten hours, Lin Xuan suffered a mental breakdown and fainted, but the changes in his body continued.
A week passed in the blink of an eye. The frenzy of the Dragon Blood Awakening gradually subsided, and the golden patterns slowly receded beneath the skin, eventually disappearing into the flesh, leaving only a faint golden dragon-shaped mark between the eyebrows, which vanished in a flash.
A week later, Lin Xuan suddenly opened his tightly closed eyes.
He could feel his clothes soaked with sweat and blood, and he could feel more clearly that his body had undergone earth-shattering changes, that the power of the Dragon Blood had truly merged into his bones and blood—and that hunger that could drive anyone mad!