Fusion

Tang Wuyang had no idea how he got home. In his daze, he only heard Tang Wulin say that he was going to the Small Park.

He held the Soul Spirit ball tightly in his arms the entire time. The Bai Ze Soul Spirit inside seemed very well-behaved, keeping its eyes closed as though it were asleep.

"Yangyang, don't be sad. Dad will find a way."

"Don't worry. Dad will definitely earn enough money soon to buy suitable Soul Spirits for both of you."

Determination flashed in Tang Ziran's eyes. For his sons' sake, he had finally made up his mind.

Some things had to be faced eventually.

Tang Wuyang gently shook his head. "Dad, I'm going back to my room first."

Na'er quietly followed behind Tang Wuyang and returned to the room with him.

He leaned against the edge of the lower bunk and sat on the floor, looking at the Soul Spirit in his hand before glancing at his callused palm.

He bit his lower lip unwillingly, but in the end, tears came pouring out beyond his control.

When his Martial Soul had awakened and he entered the academy, he had been told that his Martial Soul was a Malignant Mutation. He had not thought much of it, since unlike his Older brother, he had never dreamed of becoming a Soul Master from a young age.

With Na'er's arrival, the door to the world of Soul Masters had opened before him. Being able to help ease his Parents' burden through Forging had made him resolve to follow Tang Wulin's path and strive to become a Soul Master.

Even though his Martial Soul was a Malignant Mutation, even though his classmates mocked it for being inferior to Blue Silver Grass and said he had to Save money to buy a Soul Spirit, he had never felt bitter or wronged. This was the road he had chosen.

But now, three years of effort and perseverance had all turned into bubbles. He could no longer hold back as tears silently slid down his face.

At that moment, a small, fair hand reached out before him and gently wiped away the tears on his face.

Na'er squatted in front of Tang Wuyang, her Eyes red around the edges.

At that moment, her heart seemed connected to his. Watching Tang Wuyang cry soundlessly, Na'er felt as though her heart hurt terribly.

"Older brother, don't cry."

The tears kept flowing no matter how much she wiped them away. Na'er simply lunged forward and hugged Tang Wuyang's head.

The moment his head buried itself in Na'er's embrace, Tang Wuyang finally burst into loud sobs.

Only when his tears had soaked the front of Na'er's clothes did his crying gradually subside.

"Na'er, am I really useless? I clearly promised that I would become stronger and protect you properly." Tang Wuyang raised his head, wiped his tears away, and asked Na'er.

Na'er shook her head hard, her voice soft and sweet. "No! Older brother is the best!"

Tang Wuyang looked at the little white beast In Hand. It was still curled up peacefully inside the Soul Spirit ball, as though it were having a wonderful dream.

"Na'er, I'm going to the Small Park to find Ge and see how he is. When I come back, I'll prepare to fuse with this Soul Spirit." Tang Wuyang spoke bitterly.

Na'er hesitated. "But isn't there something wrong with this Soul Spirit?"

He forced out a faint smile. His slightly trembling hands seemed to reveal the unwillingness in Tang Wuyang's heart. "Dad and Mom already have it hard enough raising us. I can't add to their burden."

"Dad said earlier that he would help Ge and me gather money, but our family never had much to begin with. If we borrow more, how will we live from now on?"

"Even though its age is low and it has uncertainties that even the Spirit Transmission Master could not determine, it is still a Soul Spirit. At the very least, it can let me advance to become a Soul Master."

"Alright, I'm going to find Ge."

With that, Tang Wuyang Stood Up and walked toward the door.

Looking at his back, Na'er blankly murmured, "Older brother..."

Tang Wuyang turned back and smiled brightly. "I'm Okay. It's just wasting a Soul Skill. I won't give up."

With that, Tang Wuyang opened the Room Door and headed straight for the Small Park.

When he arrived at the place he had been visiting these past two days, a familiar figure entered his sight.

Seeing the slightly reddened Eye Circles around Tang Wulin's eyes, Tang Wuyang understood that his Older brother had cried just like he had.

"Ge..."

"Wuyang, let's go. We're going home to fuse with our Soul Spirits." Tang Wulin spoke first.

Seeing Tang Wulin's serious eyes and hearing his words, Tang Wuyang knew that he felt the same way. He did not waste any more time. "Okay."

The two hurried home. When they returned to the room, they saw Na'er still sitting obediently on the bed.

"Na'er, Ge and I are about to fuse with our Soul Spirits. Can I trouble you to guard outside for us?" Tang Wuyang rubbed Na'er's head and spoke gently.

Looking at the weak little Grass Snake In Hand, Tang Wulin sat down on the floor. "Wuyang, do you think this is fate? A sign telling us to give up the path of Soul Masters and focus on becoming Forging Masters instead?"

Tang Wuyang's gaze held a hint of stubborn determination. "No, Ge. Dad said diligence can make up for shortcomings. Even if our Soul Spirits are not very good, as long as we put in a hundred times, even a thousand times more effort than ordinary people, I believe we can still become outstanding Soul Masters."

Seeing his Younger brother's determined expression, Tang Wulin shook his head and drove the negative thoughts from his mind. "You're right, Wuyang. I won't give up either."

Then the two smiled at each other. Each sat at one side of the room, their Soul Spirit balls resting quietly in their palms.

Tang Wuyang carefully took out the little beast. Bai Ze's eyes held a trace of confusion as though it sensed something, and it affectionately rubbed against his hand.

Tang Wuyang released his Martial Soul. Bai Ze did not seem afraid when it saw the Qilin, which was much larger than itself. Instead, it looked at it with eyes full of curiosity.

Tang Wuyang let out a breath and closed his eyes to sense Bai Ze. The colorful light surrounding the Qilin behind him gradually spread outward.

A warm and intimate thought entered Tang Wuyang's mind, and he opened his heart to accept it.

At once, the Qilin behind him began to change. The Soul Power Inside Body also began to surge, and he silently entered Meditation.

Bai Ze was gradually enveloped in colorful light. Its body slowly became more solid, and a pair of tiny Wings even grew from its back.

Tang Wuyang's own Soul Power Fluctuation also began to intensify. The bottleneck he had long sensed quietly cracked open, and Soul Power surged forward, constantly striking against it.

The instant the bottleneck broke, Tang Wuyang felt heat spread through his entire body. The Soul Power in his Dantian turned into countless threads and flowed through every corner of his body.

Just then, Tang Wuyang suddenly felt heat at the base of his spine. Immediately afterward, an intense heat spread throughout his body.

The Light Gold Net-like lines on his forehead appeared once more and rapidly spread downward, soon covering his entire body.

Golden lines also began to appear on the Qilin Martial Soul behind him. The scales on the Qilin's body began to echo the patterns.

Tang Wuyang had no idea what was happening to him. He only felt hot, as if he were a piece of metal being forged.

After an unknown length of time, the burning sensation slowly faded, replaced by unbearable numb itching. Tang Wuyang wanted to scream in discomfort, but he could not make a sound.

Beside him, the little Grass Snake had climbed onto Tang Wulin's right palm. The Indigo Blue on its body gradually took on a hint of blue.

Blue Silver Grass began growing outward one strand after another, transforming into Vines that wrapped around Tang Wulin's body.

Tang Wulin felt as though he were enveloped in warm sunlight, his entire body pleasantly warm.

Just as he completely immersed himself in the warmth, he suddenly felt as if he had been transported from a sunny beach to a blazing volcano. The comfortable warmth instantly became scorching heat.

His right hand unconsciously opened, and the Holy Dragon Spear silently appeared.

At the same time, a Silver-gray pattern suddenly appeared on Tang Wulin's forehead and then extended toward his limbs.

It seemed to resonate with the Holy Dragon Spear, each reflecting the other.

The little snake that had already merged with the Blue Silver Grass also underwent further changes.

The Indigo Blue on the little Grass Snake's body gradually became streaked with Silver-gray. Its scales protruded slightly, the tiny bump on its forehead that was easy to overlook grew larger, and its length increased from fifteen to twenty.

Just as the Strange Phenomenon caused by the two fusing with their Soul Spirits disappeared, Tang Ziran returned excitedly.

When he tried to enter the Children's room, Na'er, who was guarding outside, stopped him.

"Older brother and Wulin Gege are fusing with Soul Spirits. You can't go in." Na'er's Small Face was filled with seriousness, and her eyes were full of determination as she looked at Tang Ziran.

Tang Ziran froze and blurted out, "What did you say? They've already fused?"

Na'er Nodded. "Older brother said he didn't want Dad and Mom to have a hard time."

Tang Ziran staggered back several steps and collapsed onto the floor. In an instant, his face turned pale, and intense pain surged across it.

He pounded his head fiercely. "Tang Ziran, why didn't you dare face reality? Why were you so cowardly? Your cowardice hurt these two children!"

The large handful of Federation Coin in his hand scattered across the floor. Too late—it was all too late!

Suddenly, Tang Ziran seemed to think of something and abruptly raised his head. "Na'er, how long have Linlin and Yangyang been fusing with their Soul Spirits?"

Na'er said, "They started not long after Dad left."

Tang Ziran was startled. "There's still no movement? They should have finished after fusing for this long. Quick, let's go in and take a look."

Na'er hesitated before finally nodding.

Tang Ziran gently pushed open the Room Door and immediately saw Tang Wuyang lying sideways on the floor, as well as Tang Wulin not far away, wrapped in Blue Silver Grass Vine.

"Yangyang, Linlin!" he shouted, rushing toward the two Children.

The Soul Spirit balls had fallen not far from the two Children. The Grass Snake and Bai Ze Soul Spirit inside had already vanished.

Tang Wuyang lay on the ground with his Eyebrows tightly furrowed, his clothes completely soaked with sweat.

The Holy Dragon Spear in Tang Wulin's Left Hand had silently vanished. The Blue Silver Grass in his right hand flickered in and out of sight before disappearing the instant Tang Ziran approached.

Unlike Tang Wuyang, Tang Wulin's expression was peaceful, as if he were merely asleep. But no one saw that beneath his clothes, Silver-gray patterns now covered his limbs.

Tang Ziran carried the two Children onto Na'er's lower bunk. Looking at his sons, whose eyes remained closed, his heart was filled with self-reproach.

Although Tang Ziran was only an ordinary person, he understood that fusing with Soul Spirits should never take this long.

Given the current situation, it was very possible that something had gone wrong while his two sons fused with their Soul Spirits. Remembering the Spirit Transmission Master's earlier words, a sense of foreboding rose in his heart.

After carefully examining the two Children and confirming that they were unharmed, the heavy stone in Tang Ziran's heart finally fell.

Looking at the faces of his two sons with their eyes shut, two streams of tears rolled uncontrollably down Tang Ziran's cheeks as he tightly embraced them.

They were only two nine-year-old children. How much had they endured? I'm sorry, sons. Dad is sorry. It's all because Dad is useless.

Na'er stood nearby, silently watching Tang Ziran weep. Confusion once more surfaced in her clear Purple Eyes.

It was already night when Tang Wuyang opened his eyes, and his mind gradually cleared.

He suddenly Sat Up and instinctively sensed the changes in his body.

The earlier burning and numb itching had all vanished, replaced by an indescribable sense of comfort throughout his body.

His clothes had been changed, and he did not feel sticky at all.

Tang Wuyang could clearly feel that the Soul Power Inside Body had grown much stronger. With only a slight movement of his thoughts, a layer of Soul Power Fluctuation spread from his body.

Level 11!

Although he had not undergone a Test, Tang Wuyang was certain that he had broken through and officially entered the realm of Soul Masters.

Although the Spirit Transmission Master had said Bai Ze had a problem, it could still provide him with a Soul Ring and allow him to continue down the path of a Soul Master.

Even if he could not become a powerful Soul Master in the future, with Soul Power supporting him, he could at least become a decent Forging Master.

Thinking of this, Tang Wuyang immediately swung his arm hard.

Pop! A sharp burst sounded through the air.

Tang Wuyang discovered in surprise that when he swung his arm just now, it had felt as though he had pierced through the air.

What was going on?

"Mmnh!"

Before he could try again, Tang Wulin beside him suddenly let out a soft groan.

"Ge!"

Only after Tang Wuyang pulled at him did Tang Wulin fully Wake Up as he sat up.

Just like Tang Wuyang before him, the moment Tang Wulin sat upright, he instinctively circulated the Soul Power Inside Body.

Feeling the clearly strengthened Soul Power, a gleam flashed through Tang Wulin's eyes. "Wuyang! We succeeded!"

"That's right, Ge. We're real Soul Masters now!" Tang Wuyang Nodded firmly.

Just as Tang Wulin was about to say something else, the Room Door was pushed open, and four figures—three adults and one child—rushed in from Outside the window.

"Linlin, Yangyang, are you alright?"

Lang Yue rushed in first and hugged her two precious sons, already unable to stop herself from crying aloud.

Only then did the two, held in their mother's arms, notice that the Sky Color outside the window had completely darkened. It was already night.

Tang Wuyang and Tang Wulin remembered that it had still been morning when they started fusing with their Soul Spirits. Had so much time really passed?

Besides Tang Ziran, Lang Yue, and Na'er, the extra figure in the house was Mang Tian, Tang Wuyang and Tang Wulin's Forging Teacher.

The two had not come to the workshop all day. Mang Tian had called through Soul Guidance Communication to ask about them, and after learning the reason, he had immediately rushed over.

"Mom, we're Okay." Tang Wulin hugged his mother around the neck in return and spoke softly.

Lang Yue loosened her embrace slightly, her Eye Circles red as she said firmly, "Linlin, Yangyang, let's stop being Soul Masters. Let's just be ordinary people."

Tang Wulin smiled faintly. "Mom, Wuyang and I are really fine. And my Soul Power has reached Level 11. I'm a real Soul Master now!"

"That's right, Mom. I've reached Level 11 too, just like Ge." Tang Wuyang excitedly swung his arm. "I feel like I've become stronger. That proves the Bai Ze Soul Spirit only had a low age and no major problems!"

"And the fusion went especially smoothly. If we had used other Soul Spirits, they might not have brought such improvements."

Tang Wulin nodded repeatedly in agreement. "Yes, yes. I also feel that my Blue Silver Grass has become tougher. It looks like Wuyang and I are still very lucky. Our Soul Spirits suit our Martial Souls perfectly."

Hearing the two obviously trying to comfort her, the tears swirling in Lang Yue's eyes fell once more.

Tang Ziran sighed. Things had already come to this. It was too late to say anything, and once a Soul Spirit was fused, it could not be removed.

If he told them now that he had gotten the money, it would only hurt them even more.