There Can Only Be One God-King, Yao Chuan Digs a Pit for the Buddha Ancestor

"Got it!"

After some deep contemplation.

Yao Chuan's eyes lit up, and he slammed his hand onto the table.

Na'er, who was quietly eating snacks nearby, was startled and looked at him in confusion.

"It's nothing, Na'er. Go to sleep; I just thought of something."

Yao Chuan explained, walking toward the study as he spoke.

He began to calculate in his mind.

Doesn't God King Tang love hiding in the shadows, posing as a mysterious, unfathomable old grandfather to guide the world and hoodwink children?

Fine. Before he can "manifest," I'll completely ruin that image! I'll frame him as an evil, malicious remnant soul of a Wicked Soul Master.

Let's see how he acts then!

The more Yao Chuan thought about it, the more reliable the plan seemed.

He rushed to the desk, pulled out the chair, and sat down.

He spread out the manuscript paper and picked up a pen.

Taking a deep breath, he wrote four large, sweeping characters at the very top of the page: Soul Breaking the Firmament!

That's right, it was one of the legendary "Twin Battles."

Of course, he wasn't going to copy it; he only intended to borrow the framework and massive reach of the top-tier hit novel Battle Through the Heavens.

Then, he would tinker with the most crucial character—the "old grandfather" Yao Lao—and give him a "demonic rewrite."

He would transform Yao Lao, originally a mentor and friend, into a supervillain who appeared righteous on the surface but harbored malicious intent, plotting against the protagonist from start to finish!

As for the name, he'd go with "Old Tang," a little play on words.

He would also change the core plot of the story.

He would make it about a genius youth named "Xiao Yan" who, after suffering a setback, is accidentally latched onto by a remnant soul calling himself "Old Tang."

Old Tang would pose as a kind-hearted senior, constantly guiding Xiao Yan to become stronger, claiming that there was an "Ancient Divine Beast Seal" within his body that would grant him world-destroying power once unlocked.

With Old Tang's "help," Xiao Yan would indeed grow stronger step by step.

But in the end, using his own wisdom and resilience, Xiao Yan would see through Old Tang's earth-shattering conspiracy.

It would turn out that the so-called "Divine Beast Seal" wasn't a gift at all; it was a shackle used to seal the true soul essence of Old Tang himself!

Every time a layer of the seal was broken, Xiao Yan's soul would be eroded by Old Tang's evil will. Once all the seals were broken, Xiao Yan would become the perfect vessel for Old Tang's resurrection!

His soul would be completely devoured and erased!

In the end, the awakened Xiao Yan, at the critical moment when Old Tang was about to complete the possession, would rely on his powerful will, his protagonist halo, his wisdom, and his courage to launch a desperate counterattack.

He would thwart Old Tang's conspiracy and completely annihilate this evil remnant soul of a Wicked Soul Master!

Writing up to this point, Yao Chuan put down his pen and a wicked smirk curled at the corner of his mouth.

This was the effect he wanted.

He would use the massive IP and the satisfying tropes of Battle Through the Heavens to ensure its spread and appeal.

He was even willing to pay out of his own pocket to find a way to publish and distribute this "demonic rewrite."

There was only one goal.

It was to pour this story into Tang Wulin's ears and imprint it into his brain while he was still just an innocent little kid.

Deep in his heart, he would plant a seed.

A seed of extreme vigilance and suspicion toward things like "old grandfathers in rings" or "mysterious voices inside the body"!

When the day finally came in the future.

When God King Tang truly released his divine sense projection, ready to coax and play the role of Tang Wulin's "dear old father,"

The first thing that would pop into Tang Wulin's mind wouldn't be gratitude or filial affection.

Instead, it would be—Wait, what?! Old Tang? Old Tang? Isn't that the same thing? Could this Old Tang also be a Wicked Soul Master's remnant soul trying to possess me?

Once this preconceived impression was formed.

If God King Tang wanted to establish any foundation of trust based on "deep father-son love," the difficulty would be harder than ascending to heaven.

Without trust, the foundation would crumble.

Once that happened, the room for maneuver for Tang Yao Chuan would be much larger.

Even if he couldn't make this Golden Dragon King work for him.

At the very least, he would have stalled God King Tang's progress in the early stages...

And bought himself precious time for development.

That was enough.

After all, his martial soul destined him to never coexist peacefully with the Buddha of Tang.

There can only be one God King!

Yao Chuan pondered, feeling that this plan had a high feasibility; primarily, it would cause him no harm whatsoever.

Thus, he immediately buried his head and began writing furiously.

However, he had barely finished two pages of the manuscript before he felt his brain power starting to run dry.

He stood up and stretched his limbs.

Only then did he realize that writing a novel was truly not something one could accomplish just by scratching their head.

It was far too mentally taxing.

Yao Chuan walked out of the study, wanting to stretch his muscles and bones.

At a glance, he saw Mu Xi sitting on the living room sofa.

The young girl had her head drooping, looking sullen and dispirited, like an eggplant hit by frost.

Yao Chuan walked over and asked with concern, "Sister Xi, what's wrong? Who upset you?"

Mu Xi looked up at him, her gaze somewhat complex.

She moved her lips, wanting to say something, but in the end, she remained silent.

Seeing her like this, Yao Chuan roughly understood.

He had been a bit close to Na'er during the day, and this girl was definitely feeling uncomfortable, stuck in a rut of overthinking.

He shook his head helplessly.

Mu Xi, who usually appeared quite mature, was after all still just a girl in her early teens.

She was delicate-minded and extremely sensitive.

Yao Chuan began to ponder.

The fact that Na'er was the Silver Dragon King definitely could not be told to Mu Xi right now.

If he explained that he was getting close to Na'er to "farm favorability" and secure a backup plan?

That would be even worse; it was too complicated and sounded rather strange.

He had to find a way to divert her attention.

Just then, his gaze swept over the stack of manuscript paper on the desk that had only just been started.

Yao Chuan's eyes lit up.

He had it!

He leaned in close to Mu Xi, a flattering smile plastered on his face, "Sister Xi, I actually have a favor to ask of you."

Mu Xi looked at him in confusion: "A favor?"

Yao Chuan nodded repeatedly, pointing toward the study. "Yeah, I just wrote the beginning of a story. But writing it alone is too slow, and I'm stuck on the plot for the rest. How about this? I'll dictate the story, and you help me write it down on paper. Let's finish it together."

Upon hearing this, Mu Xi's eyes instantly went round. "W-write a book?"

Her face was full of astonishment, as if she had heard a tall tale.

She truly couldn't connect the Yao Chuan before her—who possessed astonishing talent and would likely become a top-tier Spirit Master or even a Divine Craftsman in the future—with something like "writing a novel."

Wasn't this a waste of his terrifying forging talent and cultivation potential?

She almost subconsciously wanted to open her mouth to persuade him: "Xiao Chuan, you..."

The words were right on the tip of her tongue.

Just then, she met Yao Chuan's pair of dark, bright eyes.

That gaze held a hint of pleading and a few parts expectation, sparkling like a puppy waiting to be fed.

Mu Xi's heart softened all at once, and the advice that had reached her lips was forcibly swallowed back down.

Looking at his expectant expression, she simply couldn't bring herself to say no.

She sighed softly and finally nodded. "Alright."

The voice wasn't loud, but she had agreed nonetheless.

Mu Xi did not expect that with this single nod of hers, a legend about a terrifying "Evil Spirit Master Grandpa" would inexplicably emerge on the Douluo Continent over the next few years.