"Bad Guy Huang," Destinies Intertwine Again

The Spirit Master's sudden shift to a respectful posture left Tang Ziran feeling astonished.

He immediately realized that the ten-year-old boy before him was very likely a key individual being groomed within the Spirit Pagoda.

However, the despondent Tang Wulin did not want to stay here any longer, nor did he wish to have any entanglement with the other party.

The Amethyst Dragon Emperor glanced at the grass snake larva, then at Tang Wulin's ashen face, and understood everything in his heart: Was he trying to use such a failed, defective product to create a breach in the Golden Dragon King bloodline?

However, this conjecture required action to verify, and he needed to ascertain exactly what that wisp of the God King's soul fragment was trying to do.

Thus, the Amethyst Dragon Emperor pretended to know nothing, inquired of the Spirit Master who had just finished bowing, and displayed an appearance of concern for the newcomer.

Yet Tang Wulin held no expectations; what good news could someone like "Bad Guy Huang"—a spoiled brat who held an old grudge against him and bullied the weak in the streets—possibly bring him?

He might even seize the opportunity to make things difficult for him and his father.

Thinking of this, a bad premonition suddenly arose in Tang Wulin's heart, so he hurriedly pulled Tang Ziran's hand, eagerly wanting to leave the shadow of the building.

"Dad, let's go home quickly."

However, although Tang Ziran was pulled into a stumble, he did not follow, because...

Tang Wulin followed his father's gaze and looked back—

He saw that "Bad Guy Huang," who had nearly choked him to death, was actually slowly extending a hand toward them.

"Take this hand, and I will give you one more chance."

"A chance to draw a spirit soul and change your life."

The pupils of both Tang Wulin and Tang Ziran constricted, their faces revealing expressions of half-belief and half-doubt.

The father and son cast their gaze toward the Spirit Master, only to receive a reply where the man hesitated to speak, eventually closing his eyes and nodding slightly.

But Tang Wulin still did not believe it.

He did not believe the other party would spend thirty thousand in huge funds to help someone with whom he held an old grudge.

Making this gesture now might just be to mock him; once he placed his hand on it, the other party would immediately shake it off and burst into laughter: Hahaha, you actually believed it? You country bumpkin, you uneducated hillbilly.

But meeting "Bad Guy Huang's" eyes, those clear and beautiful pure gold pupils reflected in Tang Wulin's retinas...

Driven by an inexplicable impulse, Tang Wulin's fingers timidly rested upon the other's palm.

The fates of the Purple-Gold Twins finally touched and intertwined once more.

A strange sense of familiarity, after a lapse of three years, once again made Tang Wulin feel surprised, as if he had encountered an adult from his home whom he feared.

And those golden eyes of the other party closed and then opened, as if they had obtained a definitive answer.

The next moment—

"Eh?" Tang Wulin was led away in a daze, the direction being the small hall he had just exited.

At the instant of physical contact, the Amethyst Dragon Emperor pierced through the eighteen layers of seals and the concealment of the God King's soul fragment—things that even his own destructive will could not penetrate—via their twin bond.

The state of the Golden Dragon King bloodline within the host was also completely grasped by the Amethyst Dragon Emperor: the Golden Dragon King bloodline was in the process of initially assimilating Tang Wulin.

Now was the time to verify whether the purpose of this wisp of the God King's soul fragment was as he had predicted...

Back in that small hall.

The massive instrument was still glowing, causing the soul guidance spheres inside to reflect a stark white light.

Tang Wulin was pulled into the small hall by the Amethyst Dragon Emperor.

Along the way, he had tried to resist this tugging, but there seemed to be another existence within his body that always made him fear and submit to the pulling of this purple-haired villain.

And that existence was like another Tang Wulin living inside him.

Below the drawing machine, the Holy Dragon King, dressed in white with golden hair, had already been waiting here for a long time.

Tang Ziran, no longer blocked by the gray-robed Spirit Master, had originally intended to follow inside, but was stopped at the door by a row of Sun Soul Masters.

When he saw the eye-catching, golden-scorched sun emblem on the chests of the Xu Family's Sun Soul Masters.

Tang Ziran froze in place, his upper and lower lips trembling violently.

Because these people represented the "Sun" of the Sun Moon Federation.

And the ultimate identity that Tang Ziran had always hidden was that of a core-level mecha designer who had been a fugitive from the Sun Moon Federation's internal factions for a long time.

Now, being surrounded by his old employers who were hunting him down, how could Tang Ziran remain calm?

The Amethyst Dragon Emperor pulled Tang Wulin and stopped in front of the drawing machine.

He casually snatched the soul power sphere containing the grass snake, tossed it to the Holy Dragon King, and commanded in Dragon Language: "Restore the sphere to its original state."

"Yes." The Holy Dragon King took the soul guidance sphere.

He only examined it for a few seconds before seeing through its internal operating principles, and using the quasi-god cultivation base he could exert, he restored the soul guidance sphere to its intact state.

Under instruction, the Holy Dragon King returned the soul guidance sphere into the drawing machine.

Only then did the Amethyst Dragon Emperor release Tang Wulin's hand, turn his head, and point to the green and red power switch on the side: "Come on, spin it."

Tang Wulin finally woke up, his eyes filled with half-belief and half-doubt.

Today, he had just experienced falling from the clouds of happiness into a dark abyss, and now he was being dragged back to the ground by the person before him.

Tang Wulin felt as if the world before his eyes were somewhat unreal, but meeting those pure golden pupils, the trepidation in his heart was smoothed away significantly.

Driven by his dream of becoming a Soul Master and his family's dire straits, Tang Wulin did not refuse this gift from fate; he stepped forward and pressed the green start button with force.

The dim lights flickered on as usual, and one by one, the spirit soul spheres accelerated along their predetermined tracks toward their fated positions.

Yet Tang Wulin no longer used his eyes to watch; during his three years of forging, he had long since learned to listen, to sense the metal, and to sense all things.

At a certain moment, he once again heard a call from the void, a subtle sensation similar to when his soul power had broken through to level ten.

Within half a second, a palm suddenly slammed onto the red stop button and pressed down with force.

The machine inside stopped rotating immediately, and a spirit soul sphere dropped from the exit with a "thud."

With no one to help him retrieve it, Tang Wulin looked left and right before gripping the opening tool himself, stepping forward to cradle the spirit soul sphere in his arms.

But when he skillfully used the tool to open the spirit soul sphere...

Dragon Emperor shook his head slightly, as if he had foreseen something.

The next moment—

A circle of white light suddenly flashed, and that earth-colored, slender grass snake raised its head once more from within the halves of the spirit soul sphere.

Tang Wulin froze on the spot; he went from doubting his luck to doubting his entire existence.

He turned his head stiffly to look at the hundreds of spirit soul spheres inside the machine.

At this very moment, Tang Wulin began to suspect whether this machine was filled with nothing but the same batch of failed products.

Could all of this just be a prank arranged by Bad Guy Huang, who, while at the top of the tower, had seen him coming toward the Spirit Pagoda from afar and decided to toy with him?

Meeting Tang Wulin's increasingly sharp gaze.

Dragon Emperor scoffed, as if reading his mind, and pointedly remarked, "You suspect that I went to such great lengths just to hold your hand and tease you once more?"

Facing the question, Tang Wulin stared unblinkingly, clearly holding fast to his suspicions.

Dragon Emperor laughed and turned his head to command, "Old Di..."