Follow Your Heart, My Surname is "Dragon"

"Old Di, get the 'ball' inside that's most suitable for the Blue Silver Grass martial soul and has the highest age."

The Holy Dragon King's eyes flashed with platinum light as he scanned the hundreds of soul spirit balls inside the machine.

A few seconds later, his palm passed through space, reaching into the machine and pulling out a pure white sphere.

Without using an activation tool, the Holy Dragon King activated the soul spirit ball in his palm, following the principle of how the tool operated.

Instantly, a circle of yellow light flared.

The next second, amidst a flash of green and gold light, a fiber-thick vine appeared inside the soul spirit ball.

The Dragon Emperor took one look and introduced, "Four-hundred-year-old Diamond Vine. It's just at the lower limit of your absorption range, making it no problem for you to reach level twelve."

Tang Wulin looked at the thick vine and listened to 'Bad Guy Huang's' introduction, his breath catching, his heart pounding.

Although he didn't know much about the soul beast encyclopedia, as a Blue Silver Grass awakener, he naturally focused on learning about soul spirits suitable for him.

And this four-hundred-year-old Diamond Vine before him was indeed the most suitable type for him, just as the other party had said.

If he could absorb it to become his first soul spirit, his dream of becoming a soul master would officially begin.

"What? Did I lie to you? Speak up." The Dragon Emperor's gaze was still as aggressive as ever.

Pulled back to reality from his daydream, Tang Wulin lowered his head silently and walked towards the door with his defective product.

"Your father's clothes are a bit old, and he has dark circles under his eyes. Don't you want to lead them to a life of abundance through the great path of becoming a soul master?"

The voice came from behind him, calm and flat, but it made Tang Wulin freeze in place.

He slowly turned his body back, even hearing the friction of his own joints.

"What... what do you want me to give in return?" Tang Wulin's eyes reddened slightly.

The Dragon Emperor smiled slightly, "You call me 'brother' up here, and I'll give you another chance to choose a wonderful life."

As he spoke, he raised the four-hundred-year-old Diamond Vine in his hand.

Tang Wulin clenched his fists, the calluses on his fingertips rubbing against his palms with a light sound.

In his life, the only person qualified to be called 'brother' by him was the senior disciple at Mang Tian Studio who taught him forging: Brother Long.

Therefore, Tang Wulin's clear black eyes filled with defiance and stubbornness, and he walked up to the Dragon Emperor with a clenched fist.

He spat out a single word dryly: "Brother."

"Hmph-ha~" A smile finally appeared on the Dragon Emperor's eternally unmoving face.

He snatched the soul spirit ball from Tang Wulin's hand again, letting the Holy Dragon King repair it and the Diamond Vine's ball back to their original pure white, round appearance.

Then, the Dragon Emperor took the two identical soul spirit balls, hid them behind his back, and seemed to transfer them from his left hand to his right, switching their positions...

A few seconds later, he placed the two seemingly identical pure white spheres into Tang Wulin's hands and said, "Here, choose one of the two."

Furthermore, the Dragon Emperor added a warm reminder: "Follow your heart, don't listen to any interference."

Tang Wulin paused his hand but still timidly took the two soul spirit balls.

He looked back at the entrance of the small hall, at Tang Ziran, who was being blocked by a line of people.

After receiving his father's encouraging gaze and nod of affirmation, Tang Wulin closed his eyes, brought the two soul spirit balls to his nose, and gently touched them.

A peculiar "ding" sound echoed in his ears.

Tang Wulin listened again with his heart...

The intuition formed by three years of experience told him he should choose the soul spirit ball in his right hand.

But in the depths of his being, a mysterious and familiar thought was hinting: he should choose the left hand.

This deep-seated thought was like a vast sea formed by Blue Silver Grass, encompassing all things, embracing all rivers.

It was as gentle as a loved one...

"I choose this one." Tang Wulin tightened his left hand.

And handed the soul spirit ball in his right hand back to the purple-haired "bad guy."

The Dragon Emperor blinked his golden eyes and finally asked again, "Aren't you going to regret it?"

Tang Wulin squeezed out a confident smile: "No regrets!"

He said word by word, "The two draws just now cost a total of sixty thousand Federal coins. I will definitely pay you back in the future."

The Dragon Emperor looked at the hand offering the soul spirit ball, its palm and knuckles covered in calluses, the badges of long-term labor.

The Dragon Emperor shook his head and took back the soul spirit ball, saying, "No, I promised to give it to you, so you don't have to pay it back."

"But..."

A purple hue suddenly appeared in his pure gold eyes, and a sharp aura erupted from the Dragon Emperor!

He suddenly slashed out with his left hand, a "hiss" sound as if even the air was torn apart--

Tang Wulin didn't know why the other party's attitude had changed so drastically. He could only instinctively block in front of him with his free right hand.

Tang Ziran outside the door cried out anxiously, "Linlin!"

His fingertip pierced the joint of his wrist, returning with a wisp of crimson, landing on his lower lip and tongue.

The Dragon Emperor's purple hair flashed with a momentary glint of gold, his purple-gold eyes burning with intensity: The scent of the True Dragon Origin... exquisite.

How truly looking forward to this I am...

By the time Tang Wulin recovered from the biting, sharp aura, he realized that he didn't seem to have suffered any further harm.

Only then did the Dragon Emperor explain: "Three years ago, you owed me a drop of blood."

"Now, we are even."

Having said that, he gestured with his chin toward the Holy Dragon King and said, "Let's go."

The Black-Clad Sun Soul Masters blocking the doorway immediately cleared a path.

The Dragon Emperor led his group of one white and six black-clad figures, passing grandly right in front of Tang Ziran.

Ah, ah? Tang Ziran was bewildered: Aren't they here to drag me back?

Just like that, they're letting me go?

The Dragon Emperor looked back and chuckled: "If you don't leave, do you intend to stay for lunch?"

"Tang Muran, the designer."

Hearing this, Tang Ziran's body, which had just begun to relax, stiffened once more as if struck by lightning.

Tang Wulin also walked out of the small hall. He rubbed the broken skin on his right wrist, the gloom on his face completely swept away, and said with a grin: "Dad, let's go out and activate the soul spirit."

"Right." Tang Ziran agreed tremblingly, wondering in his heart if he should move house overnight and flee to another city to lay low.

Clutching the soul spirit ball that had been "destined" for him, Tang Wulin was filled with confidence: with this four-hundred-year-old Diamond Vine, he would surely leap forward to become the greatest Soul Master!

His ambition remained the vast seas and the starry sky!

Thinking this, Tang Wulin felt his blood surge with excitement. He turned toward the direction where "Bad Guy Huang" had walked away and shouted loudly: "Thank you! Bad..."

"Brother Huang!"

The Dragon Emperor stumbled in his stride as he led his team upstairs.

A few seconds later, he covered his face and called back from a distance: "My surname is not Huang."

"My surname is Long."

Across the entire vast universe, he was the existence most qualified to bear the surname Dragon.

But Tang Wulin could no longer hear him.

At this moment, he was skipping and running back to the first-floor lobby, returning to the workbench of the gray-robed Spirit Master.

Facing the expectant expressions of his foster father, himself, and the Spirit Master, he aimed the activation device in his right hand at the soul spirit ball in his left.

In the blink of an eye, the pure white sphere opened amidst the sound of pounding heartbeats.

Under a circle of white light, an Earth-Colored Little Grass Snake raised its head, flicking its tongue at the air with a "hiss."