I Make the Silver Dragon King Weep for Me

Late at night in the Tang family guest room.

The bedding had been sun-dried at noon, leaving it warm, soft, and fluffy.

Two children under the age of ten were squeezed into one bed, huddled against each other, neither finding anything improper about it.

Na'er curled up her small body.

Her long eyelashes drooped, veiling the fragmented light in her eyes.

Her breathing was steady and long, sleeping soundly and deeply.

Su Hui, lying beside her, felt no sleepiness at all.

In his eyes was a gravity completely inconsistent with his age.

His entire focus was submerged within the martial soul deep in his sea of consciousness.

The hundred-year soul ring he had just absorbed not long ago had vanished without a trace.

There was no dissipation of soul power, no backlash to his meridians; the sensation was as if it had never existed at all.

Even more bizarrely, the Anywhere Door was now tightly shut.

The clock hands on the lintel were rotating counter-clockwise at a speed visible to the naked eye.

No matter how he tried to urge it, the martial soul remained motionless, and the door did not reveal even a sliver of a gap.

So, can I actually return to my original timeline or not?

After half a night of probing and research, the result was zero progress.

Su Hui slowly exhaled, forcibly suppressing the surging panic.

If I can't go back, it seems I can only settle for what comes.

He whispered to himself.

Moreover, he was currently right beside the protagonists of this world.

Tang Wulin, who carried the origin of the Golden Dragon King, and the Silver Dragon King, Na'er.

From them, it seemed he could obtain unexpected benefits.

He subconsciously clenched his fist.

"Crack!"

His bones emitted a crisp sound.

Terrifying strength, far exceeding that of his peers, flowed slowly through his muscles.

Su Hui could be certain that his current physical fitness was much better than before.

He suddenly recalled what Na'er had said earlier.

When he was unconscious, Tang Wulin seemed to have fed him his own blood.

It was true that Tang Wulin possessed the Golden Dragon King bloodline, though it shouldn't have been activated yet.

No, to be precise, Tang Wulin possessed the Golden Dragon King bloodline, but it was sealed.

Could my body's transformation really be due to the power of the Golden Dragon King bloodline?

This effect looked even more potent than Whale Rubber!

Suddenly, a thought emerged.

If I could continuously obtain Tang Wulin's blood, or even Na'er's blood, could it be used to improve my physical fitness?

The power of the two halves of the Dragon God—there was likely no greater treasure in the entire Douluo Continent.

If he could absorb more, wouldn't his future path be smooth sailing?

Of course.

Su Hui did not intend to bet his entire future on such things.

Beyond that, he had clearer and more realistically feasible plans.

For instance, the Soul Tool technology of this era, and top-tier forging techniques.

At the thought of Battle Armor, which could double the strength of a Titled Douluo and bring them closer to the god-level, a burning light ignited in Su Hui's eyes.

That was the entry ticket to standing at the pinnacle of power on the Douluo Continent.

With his foresight as a transmigrator, there was no reason not to learn all of this!

Early the next morning.

When Tang Ziran and his wife learned from Su Hui that his soul power had reached level ten, yet saw neither a soul spirit nor a soul ring, they immediately decided to take him to the Spirit Pagoda to obtain a soul spirit.

However, after a series of attempts, they discovered that the Anywhere Door seemingly could not absorb soul spirits.

It couldn't even contract with the lowest-tier artificial ten-year soul spirit.

The Spirit Pagoda staff member delivered the conclusion: "His Martial Soul lacks the slots to host a Soul Spirit; it cannot absorb any Soul Rings or Soul Spirits. By standard criteria, it is classified as a Trash Martial Soul."

Upon hearing this conclusion, Tang Ziran let out a faint sigh.

A Trash Martial Soul... honestly, in this era where Soul Spirits can be artificially created, that was truly rare—a genuine rarity.

He had not expected that Su Hui's "Gate" Martial Soul could reach level ten, yet be unable to contract a Soul Spirit.

This was truly a misfortune.

Returning home, Tang Ziran recounted the events to Lang Yue.

Lang Yue took Su Hui's hand, comforting him gently.

After hearing about the matter, Tang Wulin also crowded over, his tone earnest: "Brother Su Hui, once I become strong in the future, I will protect you!"

"..."

Na'er stood to the side without saying anything extra.

She merely gripped his fingertips tightly with her small hand, a slight chill radiating from her touch—a silent form of support.

Yet, Su Hui himself felt not even a ripple in his heart.

A Trash Martial Soul?

What an absolute joke!

How could a Martial Soul capable of allowing him to traverse ten thousand years of spacetime possibly be a Trash Martial Soul?

At the very least, it had to be a God-rank Martial Soul!

However, its operating rules were likely not that simple.

He just hadn't figured them out yet.

Regardless, this result was fine.

Su Hui took the opportunity to state the goal he had already planned.

"Uncle Tang, Aunt Lang Yue, I'm not too upset."

"My Martial Soul seems difficult to develop, but I don't intend to give up."

"I want to self-study the theoretical knowledge of Martial Souls and develop my Martial Soul on my own."

Hearing this, Tang Ziran was somewhat surprised, yet also very pleased, encouraging him: "Well said, Xiao Hui. Your mindset is correct. Uncle will buy you some theoretical books, and you can also search for information online."

"Mm-hmm, thank you, Uncle Tang!"

Su Hui added: "By the way, I also want to learn forging, as well as knowledge related to Soul Tools. I wonder... would that be alright?"

He looked at Tang Ziran with hopeful eyes.

Tang Ziran was stunned for a moment, then nodded heavily: "Good. Whatever you want to learn, Uncle will support you with everything I have."

In his view, Su Hui intended to blaze a new trail.

It would be difficult.

But Tang Ziran did not intend to crush Su Hui's confidence.

He would not easily look down on others, either.

Every path is unknown, but there are always those who forge a way forward; what if the next pioneer happened to be Su Hui?

Hearing Tang Ziran agree, Su Hui felt wild joy in his heart.

What others saw as a dead end had become the perfect springboard in Su Hui's plan.

Logical, seamless, and without a single flaw.

Not long after.

Su Hui and Tang Wulin were introduced by Tang Ziran to the master blacksmith Mang Tian, becoming his apprentices.

Unlike Tang Wulin, who threw himself heart and soul into forging, Su Hui took on an entire room's worth of books on Soul Tools, storing them inside the storage Soul Tool ring gifted by Tang's father.

Soul Tool technology in this era had already developed to its peak, permeating every aspect of the common person's life.

As long as one had talent and patience, one could entirely rely on knowledge from books and the internet to become a self-taught, top-tier Soul Tool Master.

Their level was absolutely far beyond that of the Soul Tool Masters from the era of Huo Yuhao ten thousand years ago.

Within a month.

Su Hui frantically absorbed knowledge on Soul Master theory, Soul Beasts, Soul Tools, and forging.

At the same time, he grew closer to Tang Wulin and Na'er.

The two children had long since come to regard him as their closest and most trusted big brother.

Especially Na'er, who stuck to him like glue.

She would even cling to him while sleeping, far closer to him than she was to Tang Wulin.

Su Hui would always tell her stories he had made up based on novels he had read in the past.

One month later, in the room late at night.

Su Hui sat on the bed, holding two sealed test tubes in his hands.

Inside the tubes was bright red blood.

One tube came from Tang Wulin, and the other from Na'er.

Over the past month, the two children had willingly saved it for him, a little bit each day.

He had only said that he wanted to study their blood.

The two of them had agreed without a second thought.

Na'er sat beside him, her round purple eyes wide with curiosity as she stared at the test tubes in his hands.

"Brother Su Hui, will you feel uncomfortable if you drink that?"

The little girl tilted her head, her tone filled with worry, her small hand gripping his sleeve tightly.

Su Hui shook his head, ruffled her hair, and spoke in a gentle tone: "No, don't worry, Na'er. Brother knows what he's doing."

A rare trace of embarrassment welled up in his heart.

These two children were pouring their hearts out to him, yet he had his own schemes.

But this emotion vanished in an instant.

To gain a firm foothold in this world where the strong prey on the weak, such methods were nothing.

He tilted his head back and drank both tubes of blood in one gulp.

The blood entered his throat.

"ROAR!!!"

Two terrifying dragon roars exploded within his mind.

Golden and silver light erupted from his body.

The domineering power of the Golden Dragon King frantically scoured his limbs and bones.

Every inch of muscle and every bone was strengthening and transforming at a terrifying speed.

The spiritual essence of the Silver Dragon King surged into his spiritual core, stirring up monstrous waves.

Su Hui's Spirit Origin Realm spiritual power instantly skyrocketed several times over, breaking through the barrier and stepping directly into the Spirit Connection Realm!

Spiritual power in this era had clear divisions.

From low to high, they were: Spirit Origin Realm, Spirit Connection Realm, Spirit Sea Realm, Spirit Abyss Realm, and Spirit Domain Realm.

Above the Spirit Domain Realm was the God Origin Realm, a realm that truly belonged to the gods.

Spiritual power at the Spirit Connection Realm allowed for the initial manipulation of spiritual power for attack or defense, while also being able to support two yellow spirit souls or one purple thousand-year spirit soul.

This meant that Su Hui now possessed the qualifications to absorb a thousand-year spirit ring.

The two Dragon God essences blended perfectly within his body, without the slightest rejection.

Just then.

"CLANG~~~!"

A distant, eerie bell toll echoed in the depths of his consciousness.

The Anywhere Door, which had been tightly shut for a month, suddenly appeared before him.

The clock hands on the lintel, which had been spinning wildly in reverse, had stopped at their original position at some point.

"CLANG~~~!"

The second bell toll fell.

The tightly shut bronze door swung open with a boom!

Behind the door was the familiar, churning vortex of space-time, and an irresistible suction force once again enveloped Su Hui's entire body.

"!!!"

Su Hui's pupils constricted, his body drifting uncontrollably toward the vortex.

Am I being sucked in?

Am I returning to my original time?

"What's happening? Brother Su Hui?"

Na'er, who was beside him, panicked.

She hurriedly reached out her small hand to grab Su Hui, but was violently repelled by an invisible space-time barrier.

"Brother Su Hui!!!"

Na'er scrambled up from the floor, her voice choked with sobs, her eyes turning red.

Su Hui's gaze fell upon her, a look of relief surfacing on his face.

Though he was deeply reluctant, it seemed the time for farewell had come.

"Goodbye, Na'er."

The moment the words left his lips, his entire being was completely swallowed by the vortex of space-time.

"Brother Su Hui--!!!"

Na'er's shrill cry pierced the silence of the deep night.

In the next second, her watery purple eyes turned bone-chillingly cold.

A terrifying dragon might erupted from her small body in its entirety.

"Clang!"

A spear made entirely of silver appeared out of thin air in her hand.

It was the Silver Dragon King's natal divine artifact—the Silver Dragon Spear!

"Give him back to me!"

With a frigid gaze, Na'er exerted all her strength, hurling the Silver Dragon Spear fiercely toward the closing space-time vortex.

Yet, the indestructible Silver Dragon Spear was completely devoured the moment it pierced the vortex.

It didn't even stir a single ripple.

With a crisp "click," the Anywhere Door shut completely.

It vanished without a trace, along with the vortex.

"..."

The dragon might radiating from Na'er dissipated instantly, and her cold purple eyes were once again clouded with bewilderment.

She stood frozen in place, her gaze fixed on the spot where Su Hui had disappeared, her small frame trembling slightly.

After a long silence, the little girl whispered softly, her voice thick with tears.

"Brother Su Hui... I will definitely find you..."

She left a note on the table.

Turning around, she leaped out the window, her petite figure vanishing into the boundless night.