Gold Dragon King? Lowly Dragon Clan!

"Ah—"

Tang Heng yawned and glanced out the window. It was already dawn.

Holy crap, I really fell asleep?

Tang Heng quickly climbed out of the cozy bed. He'd meant to check on things in My World during his lunch break.

He'd been gone a whole day. If his parents and little brother saw he was missing, they'd be worried sick.

Tang Heng didn't dare waste a moment. He immediately left My World and returned to the Douluo Plane.

The familiar bed and bedroom greeted him. The clock on the bedside table showed that only a little over an hour had passed.

"Looks like time doesn't flow at the same rate in the two worlds. A day in My World is probably about an hour in the Douluo Plane."

Tang Heng breathed a sigh of relief. At least for now, his sudden disappearance wouldn't worry his family and friends.

"No, don't..."

Feeling the bed above him tremble, Tang Heng paused, then got up and looked at the upper bunk.

His little brother, Tang Wulin, was wriggling beneath the covers, and the bed was shaking rhythmically.

"Kids on the Douluo Continent really mature early. He's only this old, and he's already... No, wait. Why do I feel a little hot too?"

Tang Heng felt as if something were invisibly tugging at the Gold Dragon King's blood within him. Their resonance made him feel hot and restless.

By the time he came to his senses, he had already completed Martial Soul Possession. His golden dragon claws glinted coldly in the dim bedroom.

Tang Heng took two steps to the upper bunk and lifted Tang Wulin's blanket. A golden pattern had appeared on his little brother's forehead.

He knew exactly what the golden light meant: the power of the Gold Dragon King's seal was leaking out. This process would strengthen Tang Wulin's vitality and constitution, and might even cause his Martial Soul to mutate.

But the pain was more than an ordinary person could bear.

"My poor little brother. Your big brother will kindly give you a hand."

The Golden Dragon Claw lightly touched Tang Wulin's brow. The Gold and Silver Dragon King Martial Souls inside him reacted at once, fusing into a single intent that traveled along the claw and pierced into Tang Wulin's Sea of Consciousness.

In his dream, Tang Wulin found himself on a vast grassland covered in Blue Silver Grass beneath a golden sky.

A colossal creature seemed to descend from above. He only had time to make out what looked like a huge golden mouth before a gigantic dragon claw swept in from afar and slapped the golden dragon away, just as it was about to swallow him.

The golden dragon struggled to its feet. Its face twisted as it prepared to roar at the intruder.

A nine-colored radiance illuminated heaven and earth. The Blue Silver Grass vanished, leaving behind a void.

Tang Wulin stared blankly at the nine-colored figure, a thousand zhang tall. It was a Dragon King that resembled a golden dragon but was far more massive, and it now gazed imperiously at the golden dragon by its feet.

"Roar~~~"

The Golden Dragon cowered on the ground. There wasn't a trace of ferocity left in its eyes. It looked as clear-eyed and foolish as the big brother next door who'd graduated from an advanced academy.

In a daze, Tang Wulin seemed to see the nine-colored dragon gradually turn into his own big brother, though there was something different about him. His features were softer than he remembered.

The man and dragon seemed to exchange a few words. Then the golden dragon that had just tried to swallow him flew away.

"Big brother, is that you?"

Tang Wulin wanted to ask more, but the surrounding space began to collapse.

Then he woke up.

Tang Wulin shot upright in bed, panting heavily. Sweat soaked his clothes, making his body feel sticky.

"You kept calling for me in your sleep. Do you like your big brother that much?"

Tang Heng sat on the edge of the bed. He had already ended Martial Soul Possession, and now he regarded Tang Wulin with a cheeky grin.

Tang Wulin shook his head, then recounted the strange dream he'd just had in full.

His big brother was the person he trusted most. He would never hide anything from him.

He'd made up his mind last year, when he'd nearly been kidnapped by a human trafficker over some candy and Tang Heng had rushed over to save him, heedless of the danger.

Tang Heng listened patiently to the whole story.

"So that's what happened... Wulin, you might have dragon blood in your veins. The giant dragon you saw was an illusion conjured by the dragon hidden in your bloodline."

"As for the person who saved you, of course that was me!"

Tang Heng stood and smoothly switched to his Silver Dragon King Martial Soul. Under Tang Wulin's astonished gaze, he transformed into a silver-haired girl with long, flowing hair.

Silver dragon wings slowly unfurled behind him. Tang Wulin was at a loss for words at the sight of his cool yet sweet face.

"This is my Second Martial Soul. When I switch Martial Souls, my appearance changes too."

Tang Heng twirled a few strands of silver hair around his finger and explained to his stunned little brother:

"When the bloodlines of my two Martial Souls fuse, I look like the figure you saw in your dream. This ability is still a bit unstable, though. I need to test it further."

He'd obtained both Martial Souls by inheriting his Minecraft save file. Thanks to the game's properties, the Gold and Silver Dragon King bloodlines inside him were stable. They weren't like they'd been in that little Dragon God's body, where they were basically a time bomb.

But fusing them to become part of the Dragon God was actually harder because they were too stable.

What Tang Heng hadn't expected was that, when Tang Wulin's Gold Dragon King had just provoked him, the Gold and Silver Dragon King bloodlines within him would miraculously fuse on their own.

He hadn't yet gotten used to the feeling of that fusion when that Gold Dragon King coward backed down and shrank back into its seal like a dog.

Is this the power of a father?

"Sis... Big brother, will the dragon blood in me be dangerous? It was so fierce at first. It looked like it wanted to eat me," Tang Wulin asked anxiously.

Remembering the giant dragon opening its gaping maw in his dream, he couldn't stop himself from feeling afraid.

A soft little hand rested gently on his head. Tang Heng sat beside him and soothed him in a gentle voice. "What are you afraid of? That ugly dragon is nothing but a lowly dragon clan member compared to me. There'll be plenty of benefits waiting for you in the future. Dragon blood is very rare, after all."

"R-really?"

"Of course. But you have to listen to me. Without me keeping it under control, it might suddenly go berserk one day and make you explode."

"Like a firework—boom!"

"Waaah, I don't want to explode! I'll do whatever you say, big brother!"

Tang Wulin burrowed into Tang Heng's arms, his little body trembling. He was clearly terrified.

"That's more like it. You can't go wrong following my lead from now on."

Tang Heng changed back to his original appearance and comforted little Wulin, all the while thinking about how to stage a grand show of "a loving father and a dutiful son" for Tang San in the future.

Now he could be sure that he didn't need Tang San's divine sense to help little Wulin deal with the Gold Dragon King's seal.

So the problem to solve now was Old Tang, hidden deep within Tang Wulin's Sea of Consciousness.

Once he got rid of that time bomb, his little brother wouldn't go astray under his careful guidance.

But how?

Tang Heng fell into deep thought.