Shock and Anger from Tang San, the Missing Golden Dragon King Bloodline!

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

Since Ye Changming had other matters to attend to, everyone didn't stay to chat further with Mu Ye and set off to return home.

Upon arrival, Ye Changming hurried to the Tang Sect's stronghold again, preparing to perfect his Battle Armor.

The vast villa was suddenly left with only three children.

Ye Xinglan used three lollipops to trick Na'er into her room to play with dolls.

Then, with a blank expression, 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 you still stand by what you said this morning?"

"What did I say?" Nan Liujing had already forgotten.

Ye Xinglan pursed her lips, seeming a little embarrassed, and turned her head slightly, "Don't ask what I said, just tell me if you stand by it."

"You need to be clear," Nan Liujing said calmly.

A hint of pink colored Ye Xinglan's fair and tender face as she turned away. The heroic spirit in her brows had transformed into a rare annoyance, "As long as I call you Brother, you'll acknowledge Na'er as my sister."

"This matter," Nan Liujing shook his head, "I was joking, you don't need to take it seriously."

"A joke?" Ye Xinglan, who had already prepared herself mentally, raised her delicate eyebrows upon hearing this.

I thought about it for a long time, and it was hard enough to gather the courage, and you're telling me it was just a joke?

"No, I'm calling you Brother, no one can stop me," Ye Xinglan glared, her attitude leaving no room for refusal.

Nan Liujing sighed helplessly, "Alright, alright, go ahead and call me, I'm listening."

"That's more like it," Ye Xinglan snorted proudly. Just as she was about to call out, she suddenly noticed a hint of playfulness in Nan Liujing's dark blue eyes. The words stopped abruptly on her lips, and realization dawned in her mind.

Wait a minute.

How did it turn into me eagerly calling him Brother?

Just then, a figure appeared from the second floor of the villa. It was Na'er.

She looked around with her little head, seemingly searching for something.

Nan Liujing noticed, but Ye Xinglan didn't.

"If you're not going to call me, I'm going back to reading," Nan Liujing noticed Na'er walking towards the courtyard.

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

"Brother."

No technique, only emotion.

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

A dark line appeared on Ye Xinglan's forehead, "Don't push it."

"Sister Xinglan, did you also recognize Brother as your brother?"

Suddenly, a little head popped out from beside Ye Xinglan.

Ye Xinglan's expression froze. She turned her head and saw Na'er blinking her beautiful purple eyes at her.

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

"Ice cream cake?" Na'er's eyes lit up like lamps, and she dashed towards the kitchen like a gust of wind.

"Nan Liujing!" As soon as the little girl left, Ye Xinglan gritted her teeth, starlight shining in her hand, intending to slay her brother to prove herself.

Nan Liujing was quick. He stepped forward and grabbed her right hand, which was about to summon the Star God Sword, forcefully interrupting her skill release. With his other hand, he held his phone, and his thumb pressed the screen.

"Bro~ther."

A clear, pleasant, and icy voice rang out.

Ye Xinglan stood frozen on the spot, looking at Nan Liujing in astonishment, "You recorded it?"

Nan Liujing smiled and ruffled her hair, "This is the first lesson I, as your brother, am teaching you. You always need to prepare for the unexpected. Also, don't go around drawing swords at every turn; it's not good to hurt the flowers and plants."

Under Ye Xinglan's stunned gaze, Nan Liujing returned to normal, holding a metal encyclopedia and reading it seriously.

The warm sunlight fell on his handsome and clean face, his black, messy hair gently swaying. Ye Xinglan forgot what she was going to say, only staring at this impolite fellow.

"Who asked you to teach me."

The feeling of being ruffled seemed to linger on her head. A faint blush flickered across Ye Xinglan's smooth, jade-like face. She pursed her lips and turned away unnaturally.

"Let's go shopping tonight."

Nan Liujing's voice came from behind her. "Your combat skills are the strongest among those my age, but you're not good at interacting with people. Your arrogant and exclusive demeanor pushes yourself and others away, like the innate spirituality of metal, sealing your own world. Therefore, balancing work and rest is the second lesson I want to teach you. Na'er and I are both your friends, like the external spirituality bestowed upon metal by a blacksmith. It depends on whether you are willing to trust us."

Ye Xinglan's steps faltered, her beautiful eyes trembling.

The typhoon came and went quickly. Aolai City, already a peaceful small town, became even more tranquil. Drizzling rain fell, and occasionally, a passerby would walk through puddles.

In a small room less than ten square meters, Tang Wulin once again woke from his meditation, appearing somewhat absent-minded.

Ever since encountering the human traffickers at the academy entrance that day, for some reason, whenever he meditated, he would fall into a state of heat, and a low voice would echo in his ears, making it impossible to meditate wholeheartedly.

The cultivation speed of the Blue Silver Grass martial soul was already very slow, and now with this, he was completely consumed by anxiety.

He looked out the window. The sky was a dark, murky expanse, like a cage, making him feel depressed.

"I should eat something to calm down."

With no better way to relieve his emotions, Tang Wulin decided to use his usual method: channeling his frustration into his appetite.

But the moment he got out of bed and his feet touched his slippers, he felt a dizzying sensation, and he fell backward onto the bed.

His black and white eyes seemed to lose their gleam, and his consciousness gradually sank into a world of darkness.

Vaguely, he seemed to hear an angry voice, but he couldn't make out the words.

"How can a strand of the Gold Dragon King's bloodline be missing?"

At some unknown time, in the vast Sea of Consciousness, the ground was paved with blue bricks, and the surroundings transformed into a grand, ancient hall. Above the hall, a colossal dragon radiating brilliant golden light floated, with seventeen halos encircling its body.

A figure clad in a luxurious blue robe looked up at the dragon, his handsome face filled with shock and anger.

This spiritual sense, left behind to suppress the Gold Dragon King's bloodline and guide his son's cultivation, was one of Tang San's greatest trump cards before returning to Douluo Star.

However, precisely because of this, when the Gold Dragon King's bloodline weakened, the spiritual sense, which should not have awakened so early, was passively roused.

After a long while, a towering wave surged within Tang San's eyes, which were as deep as an abyss. His ice-cold voice echoed throughout the vast Sea of Consciousness, "To dare to steal my son Wu Lin's bloodline is truly seeking death."

Tang San looked back, and through the deep, dense fog, he saw a small, lost, and helpless boy.

A trident imprint appeared on his forehead. This wisp of spiritual sense transformed into blue-gold light and plunged into the little boy's body.

On the bed, the gleam returned to Tang Wulin's eyes, now tinged with a translucent blue-gold hue.

"Linlin, Mom's heating up some milk..."

Suddenly, the door opened, and a woman, not stunningly beautiful but full of charm, appeared in "Tang San's" vision.

She held a tray with a cup of steaming milk and a few biscuits.

But before Lang Yue could finish speaking, a blue-gold afterglow flashed before her eyes. Her expression turned blank, and she left as mysteriously as she had arrived.

Tang San reached out, as if capturing a dragon attempting to soar into the sky in his palm. Strands of Sea God's Power pierced the dragon's body, eliciting a towering roar of pain.

"I want to see who has the audacity to steal the Gold Dragon King bloodline."

A hazy light and shadow fed back from the dragon's body. Tang San immediately received it, his gaze seemingly penetrating space. He saw a grand, ancient city and a boy with a handsome and clean face.

Perhaps surprised that the thief of the Gold Dragon King bloodline was so young, a hint of astonishment flashed across Tang San's brow. But then he seemed to recall something and murmured in a deep voice, "So young, yet wielding an evil artifact. If he falls into the demonic path, he will likely cause irreversible harm to the continent. As God King, I must take him away and seal him, purifying him with the Sea God's righteous and kind power."

As his voice fell, layers of seawater materialized before "Tang San" and quickly enveloped Tang Wulin's body. With a whoosh, the small room instantly became quiet.

The night in Heaven Dou City possessed a unique charm, different from other large cities.

Travelers from all over, tired of the concrete jungles, would quickly become captivated upon immersing themselves in this ancient world.

Led by the Heaven Dou City Culture and Tourism Association, various theaters were scattered throughout the city.

There were performances depicting the birth of the first Soul Master, who led humanity to build their homes and resist Soul Beasts.

There were performances about the growth of the human race, the internecine wars between tribes, and the eventual formation of kingdoms and even empires.

There was the story of the Heaven Dou Empire and the Star Luo Empire joining forces to resist the Martial Soul Hall, and how, under Tang San's leadership, they ultimately defeated the "evil" Martial Soul Empire.

Only Huo Yuhao's story was absent. One couldn't exactly stage a performance of the Spirit Ice Douluo beating up the army of the Federation's predecessor, the Sun Moon Empire, could they?

Nan Liujing and Ye Xinglan, with Na'er in tow, admired the scenery along the way. As they walked, they found themselves on Food Street.

Looking at Na'er's excited face, Nan Liujing and Ye Xinglan suddenly realized why the girl had been getting happier the further they walked.

Food Street, built along Heaven Dou Park, occupied a large area. At a glance, various signs were lit up, and the tantalizing aromas had already mingled with the air, making mouths water.

People came and went, either deliberating over what to eat or comparing options, or stopping in place to purchase food with Federation coins, creating a lively scene.

"Sister Xinglan, Brother, do you want to eat Shachang Stinky Tofu?" Na'er pointed to a stinky tofu stall, the air around it carrying a pungent yet fragrant aroma.

"Then let's go together." Ye Xinglan's smile today surpassed the sum of her smiles over the previous six years.

"Let's get one," Nan Liujing didn't refuse.

Na'er excitedly pulled Ye Xinglan along as they jogged towards the stall, with Nan Liujing following behind.

"Found you."

Suddenly, time seemed to freeze. A faint voice, like wind rushing into the ear, entered Nan Liujing's mind.

He stopped in his tracks and turned to look.

On the straight Food Street, the gathered diners had vanished. Only the food carts still emitted steam.

Bang!

The next moment, space shattered like a mirror, revealing a huge gap as a tsunami surged wildly from afar.

Nan Liujing didn't even have time to react before he was swept away by the current.

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

Ye Xinglan turned her head and was stunned. The crowd moved, but the young man was nowhere to be seen.

On the vast, empty square, endless water flowed past. A figure was violently thrown out, crashing heavily onto a shield-like water barrier, then rebounding to the ground.

Nan Liujing's throat felt sweet, and he spat out a mouthful of blood. Enduring the intense pain, he looked up ahead, his pupils suddenly constricting.

A figure, several inches shorter than him, as if formed from water elements, stood there without facial features.

Was it the Silver Dragon King, or Ah Yin and Tang Hao?

Nan Liujing remained silent, watching with a cold gaze.

"Hand over the evil object on you, and I can spare your life," the water elemental figure said indifferently.

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

Tang San didn't speak either. He raised his right hand from a distance. In an instant, the square seemed to plunge into the deep sea. The light dimmed, becoming hazy and profound, and terrifying pressure crazily squeezed towards Nan Liujing.

Nan Liujing's skin instantly ruptured. The invisible pressure felt like it was about to explode him into a bloody mist. Everything within his sight had already turned scarlet.

Was this the end?

"For a peak Douluo to attack a junior, it's truly disgraceful."

Suddenly, just as Nan Liujing was struggling to withstand pain comparable to a lightning strike, a cold, commanding voice came from the sky. A blazing light, like the scorching sun, fiercely broke through the water curtain enveloping the world, simultaneously tearing apart all the crushing pressure.

Surging flames boiled between heaven and earth. As they flowed, phoenix feathers appeared, and faint phoenix cries could be heard.

The invisible pressure receded like a tide. Nan Liujing felt as if he had been freed from water, taking a deep breath and looking up ahead.

His eyes met a pair of legs longer than his life. The newcomer wore battle armor interwoven with crimson and white gold, its surface adorned with flowing golden-red patterns, as if flames were burning on the armor. On both shoulders, incandescent phoenix feathers were depicted as if drawn by an artist, appearing lifelike, seeming capable of transforming into huge phoenix wings at any moment.

Tang San hadn't expected anyone to interfere. His eyes narrowed slightly, and he said indifferently, "If I were you, I wouldn't get involved. Otherwise, the consequences will be unbearable for you."

Dealing with a child alone was naturally very easy, not even consuming much spiritual sense energy. But dealing with a peak Douluo would consume countless times more energy. It was better to deter them if possible.

The corners of her full, rosy lips curved into a cold smile. Leng Yaozhu grabbed the air, and the surrounding flames instantly converged, forming two long swords bearing phoenix totems.

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

"Stubborn." A beam of blue-gold light shot from between Tang San's brows, landing in his hand and transforming into a completely black trident. He lightly tapped it on the ground.

As if the stars had shifted, the world that appeared before Nan Liujing and Leng Yaozhu was no longer a square, but a sea condensed entirely from water elements.

They were surrounded by an endless expanse of sea, deep and dark, seemingly without end. They stood right on the water's surface.

Leng Yaozhu's expression changed drastically: "Peak Quasi-God, no, even God-level! Wielding a trident, you are related to the Sea God!"

Nan Liujing trembled all over, struggling to get up, his face grim. The ability to control water elements and instantly change the world—besides Tang San, he truly didn't know who else could do it.

It seemed that after the Heavenly Tribulation Pearl had taken the Golden Dragon King's bloodline that day, it had attracted the attention of the person behind Tang Wulin. It might have been Ah Yin, or perhaps Tang Hao. In any case, Tang San had now come looking for him.

This was dangerous!

The dragons in Douluo Continent are a bit unclear. According to our understanding, they should all be Western dragons. But Douluo 3 wrote about the Golden Dragon King using a five-clawed golden dragon. Holy crap.

Leng Yaozhu's battle armor was made by Zhen Hua (mentioned in the original work, around chapter 1864, Battle of the Twin Phoenixes). But in my setting, Zhen Hua hadn't become a Divine Craftsman yet. Leng Yaozhu had used a nourishing method to improve the battle armor's level, but it was still inferior to a fully Heavenly Forged Four-Word Battle Armor. Later, she sought Zhen Hua's help to upgrade it.