Fated Encounter - Gold, Silver, Purple

Sun Moon Federation, East Sea Coast.

Proud Arrival City, outside Red Mountain Primary Academy.

A little boy with short black hair punched the air, turning his grievances into stubbornness as he let out a milky, "Awoo!"

"Even if my martial soul isn't great, I will become the greatest soul master!"

His clear eyes sparkled brilliantly under the afternoon sun.

But he couldn't hold the pose for even three seconds; with a loud "gurgle," he clutched his stomach, his entire posture collapsing.

"Ugh, I'm so hungry~"

Gurgle~~

Remembering that he had just been dubbed the "King of Gluttons," Tang Wulin could only droop his little face, planning to head home and find his mother.

Walking along the tree-lined path, a flash of iridescent silver reflection at the corner ahead caught his eye.

Under the shade of a tree by the roadside, a little girl was crouching.

Although she looked even younger than him, she had a head of silver hair that draped over her shoulders, shimmering with silver light in the sun.

However, the little girl's face was dirty, and combined with her tattered dress, she looked every bit like a little beggar.

Yet, as if guided by some unseen force, the little girl lifted her head to the left and looked toward Tang Wulin.

As their eyes met, Tang Wulin realized the silver-haired girl had very large eyes, like two clear crystal balls, with long, slightly upturned silver eyelashes.

Just as the two children stood frozen in surprise at each other's presence.

Three ruffian-like youths with disheveled clothes walked in from the other side of the corner and surrounded the silver-haired girl in the shade.

They asked the girl about her situation with malicious intent, while exchanging glances, discussing which black market would be most profitable to sell her to.

As the little girl shook her head vigorously in refusal, the lead youth ignored her childish cry of alarm and hoisted her onto his shoulder.

Tang Wulin's face flushed with urgency; he began to run forward, preparing to shout, "What are you..."

But just as he took a step and before his mouth could even open...

An abrupt, fierce roar echoed throughout the street: "It's you!"

Following the gaze of the three startled thugs, one could see...

From the direction they had entered the street, a tall boy with purple hair was striding toward them.

By Tang Wulin's estimation, the boy was only a few years older than him.

However, the boy had hair like purple crystals, with strands of amethyst luster shimmering in the setting sun. His hair fell to his earlobes, framing a pair of large, purple-gold eyes on his face.

At this moment, this handsome boy wore a look of intense fury, his purple-gold eyes glaring fixedly at the three youths.

Or rather... he was glaring at the silver-haired girl being carried on the shoulder.

The momentum was as if he had searched through a vast district and had finally caught up with his fated nemesis!

The silver-haired girl's small face was full of confusion, yet she was still frightened pale by his aura.

"It really is you, finally!"

The purple-haired boy clenched his right fist, and an aura far beyond his age erupted from him.

With undying hostility, he charged toward the shaded corner in a rage.

The three youths, especially the ringleader carrying the silver-haired girl, were all forced back half a step by the boy's aura.

When they regained their senses, they stammered a forced laugh: "I wondered who it was; turns out it's just a half-grown kid."

However, the youth to the leader's right nudged his boss, signaling him to look around.

Beyond the green belt of the shaded corner, a few scattered pedestrians had noticed the commotion due to the purple-haired boy's shout and were now turning their heads to look.

"Damn it, daring to ruin my business!" the lead thug's face turned ugly.

He reached into his pocket with his free hand, pulled out a switchblade, and hissed, "Hurry up! Get it done quickly."

Clearly, he intended to resolve this trouble before the surrounding adults took notice.

But just as they prepared to act, the man to the leader's left suddenly became agitated.

He pointed at the purple-haired boy, his voice trembling: "Boss, boss! His chest, look at his chest!"

Tang Wulin, watching from not far away, followed the gaze of the third thug.

There, on the collar of the purple-haired boy's right chest, was an embroidered silver tower-shaped emblem.

"What is that?" Tang Wulin's little face was filled with confusion.

Clearly, with his six-year-old knowledge, he couldn't immediately recognize the symbol of the organization that had helped him awaken his martial soul.

However, the precocious Tang Wulin could roughly guess from the purple-haired boy's expensive silk clothing and extraordinary temperament that his identity was not simple.

But the young ringleader let out a shriek: "Spirit Pagoda?"

The Spirit Pagoda was a super-organization that had been passed down for ten thousand years and was one of the most powerful forces in the current era.

Even a random official member was someone that street thugs like them could never afford to provoke!

Moreover, the boy before them was so young; he might well be a key protégé of the Spirit Pagoda.

And within a hundred-meter radius of the other party, there might even be guardians lurking...

At this thought, the knees of the three thugs went weak, and they stumbled backward in a panic.

The leader's hand trembled, causing his switchblade to clatter to the ground. He dropped the silver-haired girl, shoved his two companions aside, and bolted.

As he ran, he covered his face and shouted, "Cover your faces! Don't let anyone see you! Go! Hurry up and go!"

Unfortunately, Tang Wulin, who was blocking the path, was shoved aside by the leader's elbow, landing hard on his backside with a painful thud.

However, despite his small stature, Tang Wulin was not injured by the adult's collision. He rubbed his buttocks and tailbone, standing up while letting out an "Ouch."

Yet, his first concern was for the silver-haired girl.

Is she safe now?

But just as he looked up, he saw a scene even more distressing.

The handsome, imposing older boy strode aggressively toward the silver-haired girl.

His purple-gold eyes narrowed, seemingly confirming something, and in the next second...

"Ah!"

Amidst the silver-haired girl's cry of alarm, the purple-haired boy grabbed her by her slender neck and lifted her up to eye level with one hand!

The purple-haired boy's purple-gold eyes locked with the silver-haired girl's amethyst ones.

He gritted his teeth and asked viciously, "Although you are but a layer of 'clothing' on his body, since you have inherited his wisdom, you have also inherited his memories, haven't you?"

Wisdom meant intelligence; the 'hui' meant experience.

Although every word the purple-haired boy spoke was cryptic, they all pointed toward a certain... "tragedy" buried by history.

"Mm... mm..." The silver-haired girl's eyes were first filled with confusion, followed immediately by sheer astonishment.

This astonishment was far greater than the moment she had first seen Tang Wulin.

On one hand, her identity and origin seemed to have been laid bare by the person before her.

On the other hand, she discovered that the eight strands of immense power buried deep within her along with her memories were being suppressed by a heavy, sinking will!

The slivers of power leaking through the gaps of that suppression were being constantly stifled and even... destroyed under the pressure of the purple-haired boy's aura!

At such close range, the purple-haired boy also saw the bewilderment and the gradually awakening "surprise" in the girl's eyes.

At this, he finally let out a soft breath, his harsh questioning ceasing as he nodded in relief: "Good, good. It is enough that you have the memories."

"Since you remember! Then, in his stead..."

"For the sin of murdering your own kin, for the atrocities of slaughtering your nephews and nieces—"

"Pay with your life!"

The purple-haired boy suddenly roared, terrifying force surging through his left wrist, making the very air around his hand seem to distort!

Choked like this, the girl's pale, delicate face turned blue, and a crunching sound of shifting cartilage emanated from her throat.

Yet, she could only grip the boy's left wrist with both hands, as strands of eight-colored silk, invisible to the naked eye, emerged from her palms to erode the boy's arm.

But it was all in vain, for a layer of diamond-shaped, web-like patterns suddenly appeared on the boy's skin, shimmering with a phantom purple-crystal hue, easily neutralizing the erosion of the eight-colored silk.

As the silver-haired girl was on the verge of having her neck snapped...

At this critical juncture.

A shout filled with childish indignation rang out from the direction the thugs had fled.

"What do you think you're doing?"

"Let her go!"

However, the purple-haired boy merely glanced sideways, and upon seeing that the newcomer was just a human child, he immediately withdrew his contemptuous gaze.

But Tang Wulin gritted his teeth and charged; he could vaguely sense that this purple-haired boy was a formidable soul master.

Yet he was not afraid!

Because in the depths of his heart, he felt that this silver-haired girl was... very important to him!

Thus, a surge of courage welled up in Tang Wulin's chest. Regardless of the consequences, he lowered his head and slammed into the purple-haired boy's right shoulder.

This impact caused the other party to stumble violently.

It was not that six-year-old Tang Wulin, with his third-rank soul power, possessed the strength to shake his opponent, but rather...

"How is this possible?" The purple-haired boy's purple-gold eyes widened, flickering with disbelief.

Because at this moment, at the point of contact between the two.

The purple-haired boy could clearly feel an electric, numbing sensation spreading from his right shoulder throughout his entire body.

This feeling seemed to originate from the depths of his bloodline... even from his soul, causing the phantom purple-crystal scale-web on his skin to become even more distinct.

The purple-haired boy instantly stiffened, his left hand loosening significantly, allowing the silver-haired girl to gasp for air.

And at the very moment of the collision, the "all-or-nothing" expression on Tang Wulin's face froze.

A warm, melting sensation spread from where his right shoulder collided with the purple-haired boy's shoulder.

A golden pattern flashed across Tang Wulin's forehead, then spread over his entire body like a web, as if he had been scanned by a Soul Tool.

He jerked his head up, locking eyes with a pair of purple-gold pupils.

In that instant, Tang Wulin could clearly sense that some "thing" inside his body was beginning to influence him, bit by bit.

Yet that "thing" seemed terrified of the person before him, while simultaneously giving birth to an inexplicable sense of intimacy.

This was not the fear of encountering a natural predator, but a form of kinship-based dread, much like the "bloodline suppression" an older child exerts over younger siblings in a small family.

That physiological intimacy and psychological terror made Tang Wulin shiver uncontrollably, goosebumps rising across his delicate skin.

"It's you?"

The older boy stopped his daze, as if waking from a memory.

The surprise and slight confusion in his eyes vanished in an instant, replaced entirely by hatred as he glared viciously at Tang Wulin's small face.

At that moment, Tang Wulin was so frightened his face turned deathly pale; the feeling of being targeted by a vengeful ghost filled him with dread.

The next moment—

"Ugh!"

Pain flared in the flesh between his jaw and neck, and in the next heartbeat, Tang Wulin was hoisted into the air by a single hand.

His pink, delicate face began to flush red, eventually turning purple from the lack of air.

The purple-haired boy scrutinized Tang Wulin's body, focusing especially on the faint, golden scale-like web appearing on his skin.

Hatred and surprise flickered in his eyes. "It really is you, it truly is you!"

"I thought you were cowering and clinging to life on the other two continents. I never expected... what a pleasant surprise!"

"Or perhaps..."

He glanced at the silver-haired girl in his left hand, a realization dawning on him: "It was you waiting for him that indirectly helped me... find him."

Tang Wulin couldn't hear what the purple-haired boy was saying, as the pain of the grip and the suffocation caused him to kick his legs frantically.

Yet, as he spoke, the purple-haired boy increased the pressure; he clearly didn't intend to crush his "prey" instantly, but rather to increase the force slowly.

He seemed to relish the process, watching the gold and silver figures struggle in his hands, feeling the hatred he had accumulated for ten thousand years dilute and weaken with the ebbing of the lives in his grasp.

The eight-colored light on the silver-haired girl was suppressed, but under the purple-haired boy's fierce grip, eight-colored veins bulged across her body, making it look as if she were about to be crushed.

"Bad guy, you are a bad..."

Between life and death, Tang Wulin's pupils suddenly turned pure gold. Blue light flickered in his right palm, and blades of Blue Silver Grass, wrapped in golden threads, sprouted from the gap between his palm and the purple-haired boy's wrist.

As his emotions fluctuated, a crisp, clean aura radiated from his skin—faint, like the fragrance of fresh grass after rain.

The blades of Blue Silver Grass, patterned with golden veins, curled and circled the purple-haired boy's wrist, their toughness causing him to frown slightly.

"Hm? Wait..."

The purple-haired boy suddenly loosened his right hand slightly.

He pressed his nose against Tang Wulin's collarbone, sniffing all the way down until he reached the boy's chest, where he furrowed his brows and muttered, "Tch, that's not it."

Tang Wulin, finally able to gasp for fresh air, was breathing heavily. His vision was blurred from oxygen deprivation; how could he care about the strange actions of this villain?

Suddenly, the purple-haired boy sighed, his voice filled with melancholy: "You are not him."

His purple-gold eyes landed on Tang Wulin's chest and abdomen, as if piercing through layers of skin, muscle, and bone to see a golden core, eighteen layers of seals, and a hidden, transparent human silhouette.

At this moment, the purple-haired boy seemed to understand something, and he stopped applying pressure with his right hand.

"No wonder. I could only sense her, but not you. So it was because of the seals and the divine consciousness isolating you layer by layer..."

"And you, at best, are just someone caught in the crossfire—a poor wretch who will lose himself at any moment."

At the end of his words, a rare trace of pity welled up in his purple-gold eyes, and he loosened his grip.

Tang Wulin fell to the ground with a thud, landing on his backside amidst the grass blades, his small face flushed as he struggled to catch his breath.

However, the purple-haired boy kept his gaze fixed on Tang Wulin's chest, whispering to himself, "It's a pity. With my current strength, I am not yet enough to break these eighteen seals, nor that wisp of... divine consciousness."

"Hmph, I'll leave it with you for now."

With that, he ignored Tang Wulin and shifted his attention to his left hand.

But just as he had been distracted by his own muttering, a coil of Blue Silver Grass had already, unbeknownst to him, wrapped around his left wrist.

"Bad guy! I'll make you..." Tang Wulin raised his head, his golden eyes shining with intensity.

"Let her go!"

It was only because she had sealed away her cultivation and a portion of her memories during this period that the Dragon Emperor was able to seize the opportunity.

2. The purple-haired young man is the reincarnation of the Dragon Emperor.

The Dragon Emperor possessed the strength of a peak God King during his lifetime, a fact beyond doubt (it required the combined efforts of the Dragon God and the Nine True Dragon Kings to surround and kill him, and even the Progenitor Tiger King may have participated). Even in his dragon soul state after death, he far surpassed a level-100 god. With a physical body now to support him, he was able to "suppress" the cultivation Gu Yuena had sealed away, forcibly preventing the Silver Dragon King from unleashing her true power.

However, this "suppression" ability has a time limit due to the current low cultivation level of his physical body. Once this period of enhancement passes, a "lack of harmony between body and soul" phenomenon will occur (the dragon soul being too powerful for the body to adapt).

Therefore, when the Dragon Emperor gripped the Silver Dragon King, he was truly using his cultivation to suppress hers, employing the power of destruction to neutralize the erosion of the eight elements, which allowed the scene of "holding both gold and silver" to occur. As long as he could keep the Silver Dragon King's sealed cultivation suppressed, he could genuinely crush the Silver Dragon King with one hand before the side effect of the body-soul disharmony erupted, thereby absorbing Gu Yuena and obtaining the Godhead of Creation.

As for Tang Wulin's "Golden Scale Collision," the two instances of it accelerated the onset of the "body-soul disharmony" side effect, relying on the twin bond between the Dragon God and the Dragon Emperor. This effectively saved the Silver Dragon King's life (the Golden Dragon King is the physical body of the Dragon God, so the Dragon Emperor is a twin to the Golden Dragon King's body, not to the Silver Dragon King, who is merely a "colorful garment").

As for what level of physical body is required to bear the Dragon Emperor's soul, his power of destruction, and his will of destruction?

I believe that in two chapters, I will give everyone a huge surprise.

Furthermore, why Tang San's divine sense did not intervene to save her is also a key plot foreshadowing, or even a core setting, rather than a narrative flaw.

3. The Purple Gold Eyes setting is derived from The Unrivaled Tang Sect: the Avatar of the Purple Imperial Heaven-Extinguishing Dragon.

The Avatar of the Purple Imperial Heaven-Extinguishing Dragon possesses a pair of golden vertical pupils; the original work explicitly uses this phrase to prove the extraordinary origin of the Purple Imperial Heaven-Extinguishing Dragon.

Therefore, as the source, the ancestors of the Purple Imperial Heaven-Extinguishing Dragon logically possess higher bloodline intensity, so they should have Purple Gold Eyes (just as the higher-order form of the "Divine Beast" Golden Behemoth from the same period is the Purple Gold Behemoth).

"Finally, may my attention to detail bring you a better reading experience."