The Demon Pill

Opening his eyes, Li Linchen found himself in a state of chaos, surrounded by darkness. The pain from the collision of great fortunes seemed to still echo in his mind.

"Am I... dead?" Li Linchen murmured, looking around. "That's fine too. I saved someone before I died. I haven't wanted to stay in this damned world for a long time." As if relieved, his gaze seemed to catch something, his pupils widening, flashing with excitement.

In the distance, there was a glimmer of light, like an inexplicable attraction, drawing Li Linchen towards that direction.

When he passed through the light, there was a dizzying sensation. When he opened his eyes again, he heard a male voice say, "From now on, he will be called Yun Linchen, taking my surname. If his talent is good enough, I will train him to be the next Sea God Pavilion Master."

Linchen was a bit bewildered, "What? Sea God Pavilion Master?" He then carefully recalled the novels he had read in his previous life and was surprised to find that he had transmigrated? And he had transmigrated to the era of Legend of the Dragon King.

"But why would I take Yun Ming's surname?"

Beside him, Ya Li looked at Yun Ming, her eyes filled with joy, but this was quickly overshadowed by an indescribable sorrow. After a while, she spoke, "Alas, how old is this child, yet his parents..."

Yun Ming clenched Ya Li's hand, "It's alright. Since he has chosen to entrust his child to us, we must not fail him." Although he said this, the sadness in his tone was no less than Ya Li's.

Taking a deep breath, he suppressed the sorrow in his heart, regaining his usual composure and calmness. "Notify everyone, convene a Sea God Pavilion meeting." He paused, then added, "Let the elders know about the sacrifice of Linyuan, one of the Shrek Seven Devils, and his wife."

The elders soon arrived at the Sea God Pavilion meeting room.

Yun Ming and Ya Li sat at the head of the meeting table, followed by Long Yeyue and others.

The content of this meeting was simple, almost heavy. When the sacrifice of the Linyuan couple was announced, only a stifling silence remained in the meeting room.

The still young Yun Linchen was held in Ya Li's arms, but his gaze shifted from Long Yeyue to an old man with flowing red hair, red beard and hair, and a long beard reaching his chest. There was a hint of anger on his face.

That old man was one of the Sea God Pavilion elders, Red Dragon Douluo Zhuo Shi.

Zhuo Shi felt Linchen's gaze, suppressed the sorrow in his heart, and then feigned a fierce look, wanting to tease this fearless little doll.

Linchen was not afraid. He wriggled out of Ya Li's embrace, his little feet stepping on the floor, and toddled towards Zhuo Shi.

Seeing Linyuan's soft, childish appearance, Zhuo Shi's fierce expression immediately turned into one of affection. He reached out to pick him up.

A dramatic scene unfolded in the Sea God Pavilion. Linchen did not let Zhuo Shi pick him up, his gaze fixed on Zhuo Shi's red beard that reached his chest. The corners of his mouth turned up slightly, with a hint of imperceptible cunning, "Heh heh, you scared me."

Zhuo Shi had a premonition that something was wrong, but before he could react, Linchen's small hand had already grabbed a strand of his beard and pulled hard!

"Hiss!" Zhuo Shi gasped in pain. The tenderness on his face was completely shattered along with the pulled strand of beard. The corners of his mouth twitched uncontrollably, his expression a mixture of pain and helplessness.

A burst of hearty laughter erupted in the somewhat oppressive Sea God Pavilion. Ya Li covered her mouth and chuckled when she saw this. Even the usually calm Yun Ming couldn't help but curve the corners of his eyes, a hint of unnoticeable nostalgia flashing in his eyes. "He's so much like his father when he was little."

Feng Wuyu also teased at this moment, "Oh my, the dignified Red Dragon Douluo was actually had his beard pulled by a child."

Zhuo Shi was furious and retorted on the spot, "What do you know? I let him pull it on purpose!"

Linchen was held in Ya Li's arms, his eyes curiously darting around, full of curiosity about everything around him.

"Come, little Linchen, look here!" Zhuo Shi leaned forward first, took out a small bell from his arms, and shook it gently, making a crisp "ding-ling" sound.

Linchen ignored him completely, looking around the meeting room on his own. He was still clutching the strand of beard he had just pulled from Zhuo Shi's face.

"Old man Zhuo, isn't that too cliché?" Feng Wuyu sneered, casually condensing a wisp of gentle white light, which transformed into a gracefully dancing light butterfly.

Linchen was a little anxious. He wanted to tell them to go away, but since he couldn't speak yet, he could only make "yi ya" sounds.

Zhuo Shi was amused at this, stroking the remaining half of his beard, he chuckled, "You're full of tricks. Look how anxious little Linchen is." As he spoke, he deliberately offered the bell to Linchen again. Linchen pushed the bell away, and Zhuo Shi offered it to him again.

Linchen was completely exasperated this time, his brows furrowed, his small mouth pursed into a line, his round eyes glaring, "Don't treat me like a child when you talk to me, go away!" But the sound that came out was "Ah!"

Ya Li shook her head helplessly as she watched the two of them tease Linchen, "Alright, how old are you to still bully a child who can't speak."

Yun Ming leaned back in his chair, watching this scene, his brow furrowed as he recalled the battle not long ago, but then it quickly relaxed, returning to its usual peace.

Linchen ignored Zhuo Shi and the other two, pouting and leaning into Ya Li's embrace, turning his head to the side, but his eyes darted around, as if plotting how to "get revenge" on these two elders who had bullied him.

Time flowed by quietly in the Sea God Pavilion, day and night, and in a blink of an eye, five years had passed.

The little Linchen who could only make "ah" sounds and sulk in Ya Li's arms was now a six-year-old boy on the verge of awakening his martial soul.

However, whenever Zhuo Shi took out his bell to tease him, he would still frown, showing the same defiant expression as when he was a child.

And Linchen, since he learned to walk, had not "harassed" Zhuo Shi and Feng Wuyu and the other elders less. The elders of the Sea God Pavilion had long regarded this mischievous child as their cherished little ancestor.

Only Cai Yue'er always kept a certain distance and coldness towards him, seemingly not fond of Linchen.

And Linchen didn't seek her out much, lest he embarrass himself.

The couple Yun Ming and Ya Li had also raised him very well. Linchen's physique was a head taller than his peers, lean yet straight. His fair skin made his features even more refined. The most distinctive feature was his eyes, with a clear, translucent glaze color.

A martial soul awakening chamber on Sea God Island was enveloped in a soft golden glow.

Array patterns slowly lit up on the floor, making the entire room appear sacred and solemn.

Yun Ming personally presided over Linchen's martial soul awakening ceremony. Ya Li, Zhuo Shi, Feng Wuyu, and other elders stood quietly outside the array. Cai Yue'er and Long Yeyue's gazes on Linchen carried a hint of imperceptible scrutiny.

Linchen stood in the center of the array patterns, his eyes devoid of any fear, only an undisguised anticipation for the martial soul awakening. He clenched his fists, ready for anything.

"Linchen, are you ready?" Yun Ming's voice was deep and gentle, echoing in the silent room.

The boy nodded, his voice not loud, with a hint of excitement, "I'm ready!"