Found a Little Na'er, Yao Chuan is Dumbfounded, Am I Mistaken for the Golden Dragon King?

Meanwhile, Yao Chuan was strolling alone along the beach of Proud Arrival City.

The fine sand felt soft beneath his feet, and the gentle lapping of the waves against the shore created a rhythmic, splashing sound. The salty sea breeze brushing against his face felt incredibly pleasant.

Just as he was enjoying this tranquility, a few lewd chuckles and snippets of conversation drifted into his ears.

"Heh heh, look at that, Boss! That silver hair is rare! And that face is quite pretty, too!"

"Tsk tsk, looking at her like this, she might even have some special bloodline from the other two continents!"

"You're right, Boss! If we sell her to those picky big shots in the underground black market, we'll definitely make a fortune!"

Why did this dialogue sound so familiar?

Yao Chuan raised an eyebrow, subconsciously turning his head to follow the sound.

Not far away on the beach, a few hoodlums with dyed yellow hair and a ruffian air were huddled in a small circle, blocking a tiny figure in their midst.

Inside the circle was a dirty little girl. She kept her head lowered, making it impossible to see her expression, but that striking short silver hair was exceptionally eye-catching under the sunlight.

Seeing this scene, Yao Chuan was instantly enlightened.

Wasn't this the classic scene from the original story where Na'er, the avatar of the Silver Dragon King, first met the protagonist, Tang Wulin?

He subconsciously looked left and right, scanning the beach for that familiar small figure—Tang Wulin.

Strange, where was he?

According to the plot, Tang Wulin should have appeared by now to play the hero saving the damsel.

Just as Yao Chuan was feeling puzzled, another change occurred on the scene.

Among the yellow-haired thugs surrounding Na'er, one lackey with sharp eyes suddenly spotted Yao Chuan standing not far away.

As if he had discovered a new continent, he excitedly pointed in Yao Chuan's direction and shouted.

"Boss! Boss! Look! Look over there!"

"There's another silver-haired one over there! It's a brat!"

"A brat?"

The yellow-haired leader followed his lackey's finger, his eyes lighting up like lightbulbs.

"Holy crap?! This kid... he looks like that at such a young age? Wouldn't he be heaven-defying when he grows up?!"

He slapped his thigh, a greedy grin spreading across his face.

"What a golden opportunity! It's like the heavens are sending us money!"

"Tie up both of these silver-haired ones! A young boy and a young girl—a perfect pair of golden boy and jade girl. If we bundle them and sell them to those perverted collectors, the price will definitely multiply!"

"Brothers, move! Surround him too!"

At the yellow-haired leader's command, a few of the thugs immediately split off, wearing malicious grins as they closed in on Yao Chuan.

Yao Chuan was genuinely surprised by this turn of events.

He had only intended to watch the show quietly and wait for Tang Wulin to appear; he hadn't expected the fire to burn him instead.

However, once he regained his composure, his heart remained completely calm—he even felt like laughing.

With the strength of a thousand catties in a single arm and the crushing aura that came with his Martial Soul awakening, would he be afraid of these street-level bottom-feeders?

What a joke!

Watching the yellow-haired thugs draw closer while spewing filth, Yao Chuan frowned slightly, a trace of impatience flashing in his eyes.

He couldn't be bothered to talk, nor did he want to lift a finger.

A low, powerful, and cold shout escaped his lips.

"Scram!"

The voice wasn't loud, but it carried a substantive weight, like an invisible wave crashing against the shore!

A terrifying pressure, originating from the depths of his Black Dragon Martial Soul bloodline, erupted suddenly like a violent hurricane, sweeping fiercely toward those ignorant thugs!

The yellow-haired hoodlums felt their heads "buzz" as if they had been struck by an invisible heavy hammer.

The malicious grins on their faces instantly froze and twisted, their eyes turning vacant and dazed.

Before they could even let out a groan, it was as if their bones had been pulled out in an instant. With a few dull thuds, they collapsed limply onto the sand, completely knocked unconscious.

Clean and efficient.

With those bothersome pests flattened, the beach suddenly became much quieter.

The little girl who had been huddled in the center with her head down—Na'er—seemed to sense the shift in the atmosphere.

She slowly raised her head, revealing a face that, despite being smudged with sand and dust, was still as exquisite as a porcelain doll.

Especially those eyes, which were as clear as the purest amethyst.

At this moment, those beautiful, large eyes were staring unblinkingly in Yao Chuan's direction, filled with pure curiosity.

Yao Chuan felt a bit unnerved by her gaze and was debating whether to ask what was going on.

Na'er, however, didn't wait for him to speak.

She took small steps, one by one, treading on the fine, soft sand, moving slowly yet with a clear sense of purpose toward Yao Chuan.

Under Yao Chuan's gaze, which was tinged with doubt and scrutiny, Na'er walked straight up to him.

Then, something unexpected happened.

The little girl tilted her head slightly, examining him carefully for a few seconds.

Next, she actually opened her small arms and hugged Yao Chuan's leg tightly.

She pressed her little face gently against Yao Chuan's trousers, tilted her head back, and stared fixedly at his face with those large, amethyst-like eyes.

Her voice was very soft, carrying a strange sense of certainty, as if she were stating an indisputable fact.

"Big brother... you are my family, aren't you?"

This sentence fell lightly into Yao Chuan's ears, yet it struck like a thunderclap on a clear day!

Yao Chuan was stunned on the spot.

Family?

What was going on?

Could it be... that she had mistaken me for the Golden Dragon King??

Is it because my Black Dragon Heaven martial soul naturally carries the aura of a supreme dragon?

Yao Chuan's mind raced, and he fell into a brief, deep contemplation.

Before he could figure out the crux of the matter, a light huff, carrying a distinct tone of dissatisfaction and jealousy, came from behind him without warning.

"Hmph!"

Yao Chuan's heart skipped a beat, and he instinctively turned his head toward the sound.

He saw that, at some point, Mu Xi had actually followed him to the beach.

At this moment, she was standing a few paces away with her hands on her hips, her little mouth slightly pouted, her beautiful eyes staring fixedly at Na'er, who was clinging to Yao Chuan's leg, her gaze filled with undisguised resentment and vigilance.

"Hey! You two... what are you doing hugging each other?!"

Yao Chuan hurriedly explained the cause and effect of the situation.

After hearing this, Mu Xi finally breathed a sigh of relief.

However, she still felt that even so, she shouldn't be hugging him and refusing to let go.

What kind of behavior was this!

She lowered her head and looked at the little girl tightly hugging Yao Chuan's leg.

"Little sister, what is your name?"

"Could you please let go?"

Na'er ignored her completely.

Instead, she hugged him even tighter, rubbing her little head against Yao Chuan.

"Big brother... you are my family."

Her voice was small, but exceptionally firm.

Yao Chuan looked at the "pendant" on his leg, truly not knowing whether to laugh or cry.

Mu Xi watched from the side, looking puffed up with anger.

But seeing that Na'er was only about five or six years old, and remembering that she had indeed been in danger earlier, her heart softened.

In the end, she agreed to Yao Chuan's suggestion.

They would first take the little girl back to the hotel, give her a bath, and get her cleaned up.

They would also report it to the police, asking them to help find her real family.

Mu Xi turned around and led Yao Chuan and Na'er, who was still stuck to his leg, back to the hotel.

Not long after the three of them left, Tang Wulin happened to pass by this stretch of beach. He walked nearby, paused, and a look of surprise appeared on his face. He felt a sense of emptiness in his heart, as if he had lost something.

However, he couldn't figure out why, so he shook his head and stopped thinking about it, quickly refocusing his attention on forging.

Little Wulin clenched his small fists, cheering himself on.

"Come on! Today I must master the rhythm of forging even better!"