Zhen Hua's Visit

Qiangu Dongfeng put down the Soul Tool, his brow already furrowed.

What had Ghost Emperor meant by a tough opponent? No matter how strong Xie An was, he shouldn't be stronger than Ghost Emperor.

After turning it over in his mind for a long while without figuring it out, Qiangu Dongfeng concluded that Ghost Emperor simply wanted to shirk his responsibilities.

Meanwhile, deep underground in a dark place, Ghost Emperor asked in a low voice,

"Who's willing to go to Eastsea Academy and gather information?"

No one answered.

Ghost Emperor frowned. The ambush on Xie An last time had left the Holy Spirit Cult's higher-ups with lingering fears.

Dark Blood Demon had suffered severe injuries and was still recuperating in the Blood Pool.

Underworld Emperor had already done his part, so Ghost Emperor couldn't very well order him around.

"Xie An definitely used a secret technique to increase his strength. The Douluo Plane wouldn't allow someone that powerful to exist."

"Relax. Speak up and share your thoughts."

Ghost Emperor continued, addressing everyone.

"Lord Ghost Emperor, I have a suggestion."

Dark Hummingbird suddenly spoke.

"I have a disciple in Heaven Dou City who goes by the assumed name Ning Fengzhi."

"He's very skilled with the Blood Sword."

"He's also extremely fast and good at staying hidden."

"I originally planned to have him find a way to assassinate that God Craftsman, Zhen Hua."

"According to the spies we've planted, the War God Temple Master has just returned to the War God Temple from Shrek Academy."

"Why not have him lead a team of Evil Soul Masters to Eastsea Academy and investigate?"

Ghost Emperor nodded, approving the suggestion.

"If it works, I'll go meet him and provide support."

Ghost Emperor added this at the end.

"..."

Heaven Dou City, Blacksmith Association.

Mu Ye looked at Zhen Hua and asked, puzzled, "Why did you drag me over here in such a rush today?"

"Didn't you see the news online?"

Zhen Hua looked at him in surprise.

"I did. What does it have to do with me?"

"Do you remember the exceptionally talented kid I told you about a few months ago?"

"He's at Eastsea Academy, and according to the information, he'll most likely compete."

"Trust me, this kid has incredible vitality. He might even become a member of your Body Sect."

Only then did Mu Ye take an interest. He listened closely as Zhen Hua explained.

Half an hour later, a red Mecha sped out of Heaven Dou City.

What they didn't notice was a slender Blood Sword quietly following behind the red Mecha.

A short distance behind the Blood Sword were one or two figures dressed in black.

Eastsea Academy.

Tang Wulin and the others were training against Wu Zhangkong.

A specially reinforced arena stood in the middle of Eastsea Academy.

It was huge, like a small sports field.

As Wu Zhangkong put it, all training was meant to prepare them for real combat.

The arena was strong enough to withstand battles at the level of a Titled Douluo.

It was spacious enough for any of the students—or Wu Zhangkong—to wear Battle Armor and fight to their heart's content.

Wu Zhangkong's Heavenly Frost Sword gleamed with a sharp edge.

Before him, Long Yue was fighting with his Mountain Dragon King Martial Soul unleashed.

Thick scales covered Long Yue's body.

On closer inspection, one could see that the scales were encased in a thick layer of rock.

This was Long Yue's first Soul Skill, Mountains and Rivers.

It greatly increased the user's defense and affinity with the earth element.

The Heavenly Frost Sword in Wu Zhangkong's hand flashed deftly. He had suppressed his Soul Power to match Long Yue's level, but he still had a Soul Saint's wealth of experience.

The Heavenly Frost Sword always found an opening in Long Yue's defenses.

It left one tiny prick after another on Long Yue's body.

Growing impatient under the pressure, Long Yue began using his second and third Soul Skills in succession.

A Virtual Swamp suddenly surged into existence.

Wu Zhangkong was caught off guard and stumbled as the Soul Skill struck him.

He nearly fell.

Long Yue pressed his advantage and charged in to attack.

"Is he going to win?"

Watching the scene, everyone couldn't help wondering.

But Wu Zhangkong suddenly swung the Heavenly Frost Sword in his hand at the swamp.

The sword's edge shone with an unmistakable sharpness.

It cut straight through the muddy bog Long Yue had created.

And because Long Yue had moved in too close, several scales on his hand were scraped off by the blade's edge.

Wu Zhangkong regained his footing, and Long Yue stopped moving.

"I lost. I used power beyond the third ring."

Wu Zhangkong spoke with a hint of ruefulness.

"No wonder you have the Mountain Dragon King Martial Soul. It really is something else."

Long Yue rubbed his head, looking a little embarrassed.

Wu Zhangkong turned his gaze toward the people watching below the arena.

"Go back and reflect on what you've seen. Try to learn something from this battle."

Below the arena,

"Brother, why is your face so pale?"

Na'er looked at Tang Wulin with concern.

"I'm fine, Na'er. I might just be a little tired."

Tang Wulin forced a faint smile.

Tang Wulin didn't know what had happened. Just as Wu Zhangkong had scraped off several of Long Yue's scales, he had suddenly heard a giant dragon's mournful cry beside his ear.

Before his eyes, a blood-red longsword that seemed capable of cutting through anything had swung down at him.

"Na'er, I'm a little tired. I'm going back first."

Tang Wulin said goodbye to Na'er and returned to his room, hoping to meditate and recover.

The moment Tang Wulin entered meditation, a powerful bloodline fluctuation burst from his body.

High above, Xie An had just returned and watched it all in silence.

The Golden Dragon King's eighteen seals?

By his reckoning, the divine consciousness Tang San had left behind was about to tell Tang Wulin about the Golden Dragon King inside him.

Even now, Xie An had no way of dealing with the Golden Dragon King's power.

He already had an idea of how to become a god.

But either way, the Golden Dragon King was half of the Dragon God—or the embodiment of his evil thoughts.

As the Supreme God King, the Dragon God had been split apart to create the Golden Dragon King. Even sealed and weakened, its power was still at the peak of the First-Class God level, or perhaps just entering the God King level.

Forget it. He'd take things one step at a time.

Maybe he could find some time to give Tang Wulin the materials needed for the first seal.

Xie An thought with a touch of helplessness.

What Xie An didn't notice was that the system within him, silent for a long time, quietly trembled.

Tang Wulin had entered his spiritual world and met the mysterious man who called himself Old Tang.

He had also been told that he would have to keep breaking the seals to stay alive.

She felt utterly lost.

Her little sister was by his side.

His parents had also been recruited by War God Temple staff and given good jobs.

He wanted them to see that he could become a powerful Soul Master!

In two other rooms, Gu Yue and Long Yue had also sensed the powerful bloodline fluctuation.

One of them was startled and confused, unable to understand what was happening.

The other frowned deeply, a trace of bewilderment in his eyes.

An hour later, Xie An noticed that the powerful bloodline fluctuation had disappeared.

Was it over?

Xie An pondered.

Just then, in Xie An's spiritual world, a red Mecha suddenly sped toward Eastsea Academy.

Mu Ye and Zhen Hua—what were they doing here?

Xie An was puzzled.

But soon, he also spotted a Blood Sword quietly following behind the red Mecha.

An Evil Soul Master?

He really had been slow on the uptake. Although he couldn't break through to the God Rank yet, he could still start gaining insight into it ahead of time!

If he remembered correctly, Tang San had left three bursts of power within Tang Wulin.

At the thought, Xie An's mood lifted, and he paid no further attention to the Evil Soul Master following them.

He flew straight toward the red Mecha.