Three Years Later

Three Years Later

"Old Tang, what do I need to prepare to break the third seal?"

Tang Wulin stood up from the ground, brushed the dust off his body, and asked in his mind once again.

"Are you sure you really want to break the third seal now? You better think this through. The faster you break through, the faster the subsequent seals will loosen."

"At this rate, you might face consecutive breakthroughs in the future. If you fail to break the seals, you know the consequences."

"Mm, I have already decided."

Tang Wulin nodded. Old Tang had already told him the consequences of a failed breakthrough.

But if he were to shrink back just because of difficulties, how could he ever rescue his parents from Qiangu Wuji, or kill Gu Yue and seize her power?

A year of wandering had taught him one truth: weakness is the original sin. Without power, he couldn't even protect his own family.

He would become strong, stronger than anyone else!

He would make Gu Yue regret her disdain from back then!

"Sigh! Since you have already decided, I will not stop you."

In his mind, Old Tang sighed, then continued.

"Go and break through your rank first. Your speed in unlocking the seals is too fast; your body can't keep up. To be safe, reach the three-ring level before attempting to break the third seal."

"Three rings?"

Tang Wulin murmured, nodding slightly. He raised his hand, and a stalk of Blue Silver Grass wreathed in faint black mist appeared in his palm.

One could see two soul rings, purple with a hint of crimson, floating quietly beneath his feet.

Looking at these two soul rings, the expression in Tang Wulin's eyes became exceptionally complex.

At this moment, a figure appeared in his mind.

It was someone he had encountered by chance while traveling across the continent, during a battle that was taking place at the time.

A group of unknown soul masters was clashing with a federal law enforcement team.

In the chaotic battlefield, a mysterious person—whose face was hidden and whose body was shrouded in black mist, known only to be female—sat quietly at the edge of the fray, like a proud, solitary queen.

Before her, Title Douluo and various powerful soul masters stood like a wall, shielding her.

From the start, the battle was completely one-sided. The federal forces were being slaughtered, and the entire battlefield was flowing with blood.

At the time, Tang Wulin had thought he was surely going to die, but strangely, that woman did not kill him. Instead, she spoke a single sentence that voiced exactly what he was thinking.

"Are you craving revenge?"

Just as Tang Wulin was about to answer, she waved her hand, and he was carried away.

For a long time, Tang Wulin remained in one place.

In that place, people chanted before him every single day.

"May the holy light shine upon the earth, and may the Holy Spirit descend upon the world."

When he finally regained his freedom, he was shocked to find that his soul spirit had upgraded to a thousand-year soul spirit, and his soul power had increased significantly.

Thinking back on it now, Tang Wulin had more or less guessed the identity of those people.

They were likely the legendary Evil Soul Masters.

He felt lost regarding this.

"Old Tang, if I joined the Evil Soul Masters for the sake of power, does that mean I'm a bad person now?"

Old Tang: "..."

"Child, whether one is a bad person depends on how they use this power. If you are only seeking revenge and pursuing fairness, then what is wrong with that?"

That's right!

He was only seeking revenge; was there really anything wrong with that? Qiangu Wuji relied on his background to be aggressive and overbearing. And Gu Yue, she coveted his power with her wolfish ambition!

Everything he did was to seek a sense of fairness; what was wrong with that!

Yes!

He wasn't the one who was wrong; it was those overbearing bastards!

Tang Wulin murmured, clenched his fists, and then, without further hesitation, slowly headed out of the forest.

Three years later...

Aolai City.

In the middle of winter, heavy snow fell, and the streets and alleys of the city were covered in a layer of pristine white.

In the courtyard of the old house, the now-grown Qiangu Wuji was building a snowman with Na'er.

Three years had brought significant changes to his appearance.

First, in terms of height, he had grown by more than half a head, reaching nearly 1.5 meters. His hair had returned to its original long, straight golden style, and his features hadn't changed much, remaining as stunning as ever.

If it could be said that he still looked like a little boy when he was younger, then standing here now, anyone would take one look at him and say he was a little girl.

Even Leng Yaozhu often sighed to herself, wondering if she had actually given birth to a son or a daughter.

"Brother Wuji, are you leaving for East Sea Academy tomorrow?"

Soon, a lifelike snowman was piled up. Na'er squatted on the ground, wearing fuzzy gloves, and asked while blowing warm air onto her hands.

"That's right, I've stayed in this place long enough."

Qiangu Wuji smiled and ruffled her hair. Over the past three years, Na'er had grown quite a bit; she had gone from being half a head shorter than him to being almost his height.

Looking at Na'er's soft, silver hair, he felt a strange sensation in his heart. Given the current situation, it looked more like he and she were the Golden Dragon King and the Silver Dragon King.

"Then what about me, Brother Wuji? What will Na'er do after you leave?"

Na'er shook her head with some dissatisfaction.

Clearly, she was throwing a tantrum.

Seeing her act out, Qiangu Wuji couldn't help but chuckle.

"What, are you afraid I'd abandon you? Na'er is so cute, how could I bear to leave you behind?"

"Brother Wuji, you're lying. You're going to East Sea Academy soon. Once you go there, how will Na'er be able to see you?"

Na'er was clearly not so easily fooled. Hearing this, she puffed out her cheeks and glared at him indignantly.

At these words, Qiangu Wuji fell silent. He had already received the invitation from East Sea Academy.

And once he went to East Sea Academy, Na'er, who had yet to awaken her martial soul, was destined not to be able to come along.

This was indeed a problem.

"Na'er, stop pestering your Brother Wuji. Don't worry, it's not like he isn't coming back; you'll have plenty of chances to see him in the future."

Just as he was wondering how to answer, a light laugh from outside the door interrupted them both.

Hearing this, Qiangu Wuji looked toward the source of the sound and saw Leng Yaozhu, dressed in thick, plush winter clothing, smiling as she walked slowly toward them.

"Mom, you're back."

Leng Yaozhu walked over, first glancing at Na'er, then speaking to Qiangu Wuji.

"Wuji, you don't need to worry about Na'er's situation. I've already arranged a place for this girl to go."

"Arranged a place?"

Upon hearing this, Qiangu Wuji frowned slightly. Did this mean she was going to send Na'er away?

Na'er was also stunned upon hearing this, her large eyes welling up with tears, looking as if she were about to cry.

"What are you thinking? I just find it inconvenient to keep Na'er by my side, that doesn't mean I don't want her anymore," Leng Yaozhu said, unable to help but laugh at their expressions. "Besides, the place Na'er is going isn't far from our home. You can come see her whenever you return."

As she spoke, she waved her hand.

"Alright, let's not talk about this anymore. You two go change your clothes; we're going to meet someone in a little while."

"Meet someone?" Qiangu Wuji asked, puzzled. "Meet who? And why do we have to change our clothes?"

"You'll know when we get there."

Leng Yaozhu didn't explain, instead taking both of their hands and pulling them toward the house.

Soon, the three of them entered the living room, and Leng Yaozhu pointed to a set of brand-new, packaged outfits on the sofa, urging them on.

"You two, put these on."

Qiangu Wuji looked over, and upon seeing them, his jaw dropped in surprise as he stammered.

"Why are these formal clothes?"

Leng Yaozhu gave a cold smile.

"To make that guy jealous, of course!"

"That guy?"

Leng Yaozhu coldly spat out two words.

"Yun Ming."