Gold Dragon King? Inferior Dragon Race!

"Ah—"

Tang Heng let out a yawn, glancing out the window to see that it was already dawn.

Wait, what? I actually fell asleep?

Tang Heng scrambled out of his comfortable bedding in a hurry; he had only intended to check on the situation in My World during his lunch break.

He had been gone for an entire day, and if his parents or his "good" little brother noticed he was missing, they would surely be worried sick.

Not daring to delay, Tang Heng immediately exited My World and returned to the Douluo Continent plane.

The familiar sight of his bed and bedroom greeted him, and the alarm clock on the nightstand showed that only a little over an hour had passed.

"It seems the flow of time between the two worlds isn't proportional. One day in My World is roughly equivalent to one hour in the Douluo plane."

Tang Heng let out a sigh of relief; at least he wouldn't be causing his family and friends to worry about a sudden disappearance for the time being.

"No, don't..."

Feeling the vibrations coming from the upper bunk, Tang Heng paused for a moment before climbing out of bed to look up.

He saw his younger brother, Tang Wulin, writhing under his quilt, the bed frame shaking rhythmically.

Kids in Douluo Continent really are precocious, acting like this at such a young age... wait, why do I feel a bit feverish myself?

Tang Heng felt as if something was invisibly pulling at the Gold Dragon King bloodline within him, the resonance between the two making him feel hot and restless.

Before he could collect his thoughts, he had already completed Martial Soul Possession, his golden dragon claws glinting with a cold light in the dim bedroom.

Tang Heng stepped onto the upper bunk in two strides and pulled back Tang Wulin's quilt, revealing a golden pattern emerging on his brother's forehead.

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

However, the pain involved was something ordinary people could hardly endure.

"My poor little brother, Big Brother will kindly help you out."

The golden dragon claw lightly touched the center of Tang Wulin's brow, and the Gold and Silver Dragon King Martial Souls within his own body reacted instantly, merging into a single intent that pierced through the dragon claw and into Tang Wulin's spiritual sea.

In his dream, Tang Wulin arrived at a vast grassland filled with Blue Silver Grass, though the sky above was golden.

A massive creature seemed to descend from the heavens, and just as he managed to make out what looked like a giant golden maw, and just before he was about to be swallowed, a colossal dragon claw swung in from the distance, swatting the golden dragon aside with a single blow.

The golden dragon struggled to climb up from the ground, its face twisted in a ferocious snarl as it prepared to roar at the intruder.

Nine-colored light illuminated the world, and the Blue Silver Grass on the ground vanished entirely, turning into a void of nothingness.

Tang Wulin stared blankly at the thousand-foot-tall nine-colored figure—it was a dragon king that resembled the golden dragon but possessed a far more imposing physique, currently staring down at the golden dragon at its feet with immense majesty.

"Awoo~~~"

The golden dragon prostrated itself on the ground, its eyes devoid of any ferocity; it looked as clear and foolish as a senior student from the academy next door.

In a daze, Tang Wulin felt as if the figure of the nine-colored dragon god gradually transformed into his brother, though there were slight differences—the facial contours were softer than the brother he remembered.

The person and the dragon seemed to exchange words, and then the golden dragon that had just tried to swallow him flew away.

"Brother? Is that you, Brother?"

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

Then, he woke up from the dream.

Tang Wulin sat up abruptly, gasping for air, his clothes soaked with sweat, leaving his body feeling sticky.

"Still calling for me in your sleep? Do you like your brother that much?"

Tang Heng sat on the edge of the bed, having already retracted his Martial Soul, looking at Tang Wulin with a mischievous grin.

Tang Wulin shook his head and recounted the strange dream he had just had, word for word.

His brother was the person he trusted most, and he would never hide anything from him.

He had made this decision ever since last year, when Tang Heng had risked his life to save him after he was nearly abducted by human traffickers for a piece of candy.

Tang Heng listened to it all very patiently.

"So that's how it is... Wulin, you might have dragon bloodline; that giant dragon was just an illusion manifested by the dragon hidden within your blood."

"As for the one who saved you just now, that was naturally me!"

Tang Heng stood up and naturally switched to his Silver Dragon King Martial Soul, transforming into a long-haired silver-haired girl under Tang Wulin's astonished gaze.

Silver dragon wings slowly unfolded behind her, and the cold yet sweet face left Tang Wulin speechless for a moment.

"This is my second Martial Soul. Switching between them changes my form."

Tang Heng twirled a lock of silver hair around her finger and explained to her stunned brother:

"After my two Martial Soul bloodlines merged, I became what you saw in your dream, but this ability is currently unstable and requires further testing."

Originally, both of his Martial Souls were obtained through inheriting an MC save file. Because of the game's mechanics, the bloodlines of the Gold and Silver Dragon Kings were very stable within him, unlike the little Dragon God, which was basically a ticking time bomb.

However, wanting to fuse the two to become a part of the Dragon God had actually proven difficult precisely because they were too stable.

What Tang Heng hadn't expected was that after being stimulated by the Gold Dragon King within Tang Wulin, the Gold and Silver Dragon King bloodlines within his own body had miraculously fused on their own.

It was just that before he could get used to the feeling of the fusion, that Gold Dragon King guy had turned cowardly and shrunk back into the seal like a dog.

Is this the power of Father?

"Big... Big Brother, will the giant dragon bloodline inside me pose any danger? It was so ferocious at first, it seemed like it wanted to eat me."

Tang Wulin said worriedly, unable to stop the fear from rising as he recalled the scene of that giant dragon opening its blood-red maw in his dream.

A soft, small hand rested gently on his head. Tang Heng sat beside him and soothed him in a gentle voice: "What is there to fear? That ugly dragon from just now is nothing more than a low-level dragon kin to me. There are plenty of benefits waiting for you in the future; the dragon bloodline is quite rare, you know."

"Is, is that so?"

"That's right. But you must be obedient and listen to me, otherwise, without my suppression, it might suddenly go mad one day and you might just explode."

"Just like a firework, bang!"

"Wuwuwu, I don't want to explode! I will definitely listen to Big Brother."

Tang Wulin burrowed into Tang Heng's embrace, his small body trembling; he was clearly truly terrified.

"That's right. Following Big Brother's lead from now on will never be wrong."

Tang Heng reverted to his original appearance. While soothing little Tang Wulin, he pondered in his mind how to stage a grand drama of 'filial piety and paternal love' for Tang San in the future.

It was now certain that he could help little Tang Wulin resolve the Gold Dragon King seal issue even without Tang San's divine consciousness.

So, the current problem to solve was Old Tang, who was hiding deep within the depths of Tang Wulin's spiritual sea.

As long as this ticking time bomb was removed, his dear younger brother would naturally not go astray under his careful cultivation.

But how should he go about it?

Tang Heng fell into deep thought.