Tang Wulin's Excitement: Yao Chuan, Wake Up, This Is Definitely a Trap! [Combined Chapter]

That magic-modified novel was written by him!

The tropes of "Old Tang" were exposed by him!

He must know something! Perhaps he had foreseen this long ago!

A desperate desire to survive and an urgent need to uncover the truth overwhelmed any concerns about disturbing someone in the middle of the night.

Tang Wulin scrambled out of bed, using both hands and feet; he didn't even bother to put his shoes on properly, sprinting barefoot to the side of Yao Chuan's bed in a few strides.

"Brother Chuan!"

His voice was kept very low, carrying an irrepressible urgency and a hint of trembling.

He reached out, grabbed a corner of the thin quilt covering Yao Chuan, and shook it vigorously.

"Brother Chuan! Wake up! Brother Yao Chuan!"

The force was not light, fueled by sheer anxiety.

"Hmm?"

The figure on the bed stirred.

A nasal sound of displeasure, thick with sleepiness and annoyance at being disturbed, escaped him.

After a few seconds, Yao Chuan reluctantly lifted a corner of the quilt, revealing a sleepy, devastatingly handsome face.

His brows were slightly furrowed, his eyes filled with the confusion of a dream interrupted and a trace of irritation at being bothered.

"Who is it... in the middle of the night..."

His voice was low and hoarse, heavy with drowsiness.

"It's me! Wulin!" Tang Wulin hurriedly leaned in, his voice urgent, his speech as rapid as a machine gun, "Brother! Something huge has happened! It's an emergency! Wake up!"

The terror and anxiety on his face were clearly visible in the moonlight; they were definitely not faked.

Yao Chuan's sleepiness seemed to be dispelled somewhat by Tang Wulin's frantic state.

He rubbed his eyes, using the moonlight to clearly see Tang Wulin's pale face and the cold sweat on his forehead.

Yo?

Little Golden Scale?

Looking like this... could it be that the seal is acting up?

Or perhaps...

Thoughts raced through Yao Chuan's mind, yet he maintained an expression of annoyance at being disturbed, lazily propping himself up to a sitting position.

"Wulin?"

He yawned, tousling his messy hair, his voice carrying a lazy, magnetic quality of someone just waking up.

"Not sleeping in the middle of the night, are you sleepwalking?"

"What's so urgent?"

"Did the sky fall? Or did that brat Xie Xie crawl into your bed?"

He attempted to use a lighthearted tone to ease Tang Wulin's tension.

Tang Wulin was in no mood for jokes.

Burning with anxiety, he cut straight to the point, his voice dropping even lower, yet filled with immense gravity and a thirst for the truth:

"Brother!"

"That novel you gave me before..."

His eyes stared fixedly at Yao Chuan in the darkness, not blinking once.

"That Soul Breaking the Firmament... everything written inside... the ring-dwelling elder, the evil soul master remnant soul 'Old Tang'..."

"Those tropes... are they..."

Tang Wulin took a deep breath, as if using all his strength to ask the question that concerned his very life:

"Did you make them up... or... is there actually a historical basis for them?!"

Every question was like a stone thrown into Yao Chuan's heart, splashing up huge ripples.

Yao Chuan's heart gave a violent jolt.

It was as if a thunderbolt had exploded inside his skull.

His previous suspicions were instantly confirmed.

It's settled!

The divine soul of that old schemer Tang San has truly awakened!

The fish has finally taken the bait.

He began laying his plans three years ago; is this "foreshadowing stock" he bought in advance finally about to skyrocket?

This heaven-sent fortune—no, this long-planned critical moment—has finally arrived!

Yao Chuan's inner self jumped straight up, shouting, "Woohoo, we're taking off!"

Still, he had to keep up appearances.

His face remained in that lazy, sleepy, and slightly impatient state, as if he had just been woken up.

His handsome features were somewhat blurred in the dim light.

Yet, his brain was whirring at lightning speed.

To catch a big fish, one must remain calm.

He absolutely could not reveal what he knew.

Acting mode, activate!

Yao Chuan suppressed his inner excitement, deliberately let out a long yawn, rubbed his messy hair, and spoke in a voice raspy from sleep.

"Damn! Of course there's a prototype."

"Otherwise, did you think those plot points were just things I made up out of thin air?"

His tone carried a casual, "you're so ignorant" vibe.

"This inspiration came from an ancient book I saw when I was a kid, one that was practically rotting into dust."

"It recorded quite a few powerful Evil Soul Masters from the ancient era who refused to move on."

"Playing with remnant soul possession and orchestrating rebirth through soul snatching were their basic moves."

"They were devious!"

"The tactics were all the same: first, pretend to be a white-bearded old immortal offering warmth to gain trust, then, once the host lets their guard down or at a critical moment, strike to take over the nest."

"It was all written in that ancient book."

"Super creepy!"

He paused, his eyes revealing just the right amount of curiosity and confusion.

"But... you brat, not sleeping in the middle of the night and shaking me awake like a thief..."

"Just to ask this?"

Yao Chuan tilted his head, the moonlight outlining his well-defined jawline.

"What's up?"

"Did you set your sights on some ring-dwelling old grandpa?"

"Or did something get tangled up with you?"

Hearing this, Tang Wulin felt as if a floodgate had been opened, or as if he had finally found an outlet for his emotions.

His tightly wound tension instantly collapsed.

He didn't hesitate at all.

Right now, Yao Chuan was his only straw to clutch.

He spilled everything, pouring out the terrifying and bizarre experience he had just had in his consciousness space like beans from a bamboo tube.

His voice trembled slightly from fear and agitation.

"Brother! You scared the life out of me!"

"I was just sleeping, and suddenly my consciousness was dragged into a pitch-black place!"

"There was a weirdo in a black cloak inside!"

"I couldn't see his face, I could only feel him smiling under his hood!"

"He called himself 'Old Tang'!"

Tang Wulin emphasized these two words, his eyes filled with terror.

"He said he had been waiting for me for such a long, long time!"

"He even said he wanted to help me!"

"He said there's a super terrifying Golden Dragon King essence sealed inside my body!"

"It's both a massive opportunity and a deadly powder keg!"

"There are eighteen seals!"

Yao Chuan widened his eyes in coordination, showing a perfectly timed expression of "Holy crap, that's absurd."

Inside, however, he was nodding frantically: It matches! It all matches! Tang San, you old schemer, you finally couldn't hold back anymore!

Tang Wulin continued to recount rapidly, his speech as fast as a machine gun.

"He said if I want to survive, I have to follow his instructions and unlock the seals one by one to absorb that power!"

"The first step is ridiculous!"

"He wants me to find three things!"

"Century Ice Crystal Fruit!"

"Century Red Flame Fruit!"

"And ten drops of blood from a century-old soul beast with dragon bloodline!"

He finished in one breath, his chest heaving violently.

"Brother!"

"This! This is exactly the step where 'Old Tang' in your novel asks the protagonist to find resources to help him restore his soul power!"

"It's like it was carved from the same mold!"

Tang Wulin gasped for air, his eyes filled with lingering fear and extreme distrust.

"I couldn't hold it together at that moment!"

"My head was full of descriptions of 'Old Tang' possessing the protagonist!"

"The name is similar! The way he appeared is similar! The opening line is similar! Even the routine of asking for items is similar!"

"This script is just too identical!"

"I almost performed an 'acting explosion' on the spot!"

"My internal alarm bells were ringing, sirens blaring at full volume!"

"This is one hundred percent the prelude to possession!"

"Absolutely!"

"The classic opening move of an Evil Soul Master!"

He looked at Yao Chuan, his eyes searching for final confirmation.

"I suspect he is the remnant soul of a high-level Evil Soul Master!"

"Lurking inside my body!"

"And now he's finally showing his head!"

"He just wants to use me as a furnace!"

"Once I go through the trouble of gathering everything for him, he'll just say, 'Thanks little brother, this body is not bad, I'll take it!'"

"Wouldn't I just be finished then?"

"Brother, tell me, isn't that right?!"

Yao Chuan listened to Tang Wulin's vivid, vigilant retelling and analysis.

He was blooming with joy inside.

It's settled!

Tang Wulin's little brain has been completely armed by the "Anti-Scam Guide" from Soul Breaking the Firmament!

His vigilance toward Tang San is maxed out.

Outstanding results!

Plan successful!

Yao Chuan felt he was one big step closer to that grand goal of "fleecing the God King."

He could even imagine Tang San jumping with rage in the consciousness space, yet feeling completely helpless.

But he couldn't show even a hint of it on his face.

Yao Chuan forcibly suppressed his inner ecstasy and excitement.

He even deliberately coughed once.

He cleared his throat.

He put on an air of serious contemplation and objective analysis.

His tone carried a calm, "I am just discussing the facts" demeanor.

"Ahem..."

"Wulin, don't be in such a rush to reach a conclusion."

"This matter..."

"It is indeed suspicious."

"It highly overlaps with the plot of the novel you mentioned."

"Being highly vigilant is not a problem."

"However..."

Yao Chuan deliberately dragged out his tone, appearing very cautious.

"We can't just strike him down with one blow and say he must be an Evil Soul Master trying to possess you, right?"

"Everything... has two sides, after all."

"Perhaps..."

He blinked, trying to add a bit of credibility to his words.

"Maybe he really is some trapped... uh... 'senior expert'?"

"Looking for a successor or something?"

"Or..."

Yao Chuan racked his brains to come up with a more "down-to-earth" reason.

"Or maybe he just wants to help you resolve the hidden dangers in your body?"

"After all, he did say that if the Golden Dragon King's power isn't unsealed, you'll kick the bucket, right?"

"That sounds reasonable enough."

"Maybe... it's a beginner's gift pack that came with your character?"

He tried hard to look like a rational, neutral observer.

"In short, I think we should observe him a bit more."

"We can't just label him an Evil Soul Master right now."

"What if... it's actually a stroke of good fortune?"

"It would be a shame to miss out on that."

On the surface, Yao Chuan's words were meant to persuade Tang Wulin to stay calm and objective, and not to be too hasty in his judgment.

In reality, every sentence was precisely calculated to fan the flames.

Because based on his understanding of Tang Wulin's current mental state, this kind of seemingly "well-intentioned" advice would only have the opposite effect.

Sure enough!

The moment Tang Wulin heard Yao Chuan still speaking up for that "Old Tang."

Even going as far as mentioning "beginner's gift packs" and "senior experts"...

He instantly blew his top!

He was so agitated he nearly jumped up.

The emotions that had just barely settled were ignited once again.

His vigilance and suspicion toward "Old Tang" skyrocketed to their peak!

"Brother! How can you still speak up for him!"

Tang Wulin growled in agitation.

His hands instinctively reached forward.

He grabbed Yao Chuan's wrist, which was resting on the edge of the bed, in a tight grip.

His fingers were icy and trembling slightly from nervousness and fear.

Yet, his strength was not insignificant.

He held on with a death grip.

"Isn't it obvious enough?"

"It's a setup! It's all a setup! It's exactly like what they write in novels!"

"First, they dangle a carrot, give you a seemingly reasonable excuse, and then they demand key resources! Every step perfectly matches the manual for an Evil Soul Master's possession!"

"If this is a beginner's gift pack, then it's way too big of a package! This is clearly a trap for possession!"

"Brother! Wake up!"

Just as Tang Wulin was gripping Yao Chuan's wrist, shaking him forcefully while pouring out his grievances.

A trace of energy, extremely faint.

Like a trickling stream.

Yet carrying an indescribable sense of dominance and scorching heat, surged without warning through the fingers Tang Wulin was using to grip him.

Silently, it flowed into Yao Chuan's wrist and then rapidly merged into his body!

Yao Chuan stiffened abruptly, his entire frame jolting!

That wasn't just a figure of speech!

His entire body had truly tensed up in an instant!

He felt it clearly!

That power!

Small, yet incredibly pure!

It carried a pressure that made his own Black Dragon Martial Soul faintly restless!

After coming into contact with his own power, it didn't repel him at all; instead, like a drop of water merging into a river, it fused a tiny bit quite naturally.

Although the amount was minuscule, so small it was almost negligible.

Yet that feeling of "essence," Yao Chuan was far too familiar with it!

The power of the Golden Dragon King!

One hundred percent confirmed!

It was the genuine, authentic aura of the Golden Dragon King's origin!

That fellow Tang Wulin, in a fit of emotional agitation, had actually leaked a trace of it unconsciously!

And he hadn't even noticed it himself!

A stormy sea surged within Yao Chuan's heart.

This... what was this?

An unexpected windfall?

Passive feeding?

Was I able to fuse with the Golden Dragon King's power because of my Black Dragon martial soul?

Yao Chuan couldn't actually figure out the reason why.

But this sudden "energy injection," though faint, was like a shot of adrenaline, piercing deep into Yao Chuan's heart and making his already excited mood boil even more!

If nothing else, the Golden Dragon King seal within Tang Wulin was clearly loosening.

That old guy Tang San must have definitely started trying to guide it.

Otherwise, it would be impossible for Tang Wulin to unconsciously leak power of this level.

Yao Chuan's inner abacus clattered loudly.

This fleece... it seemed even easier to shear than he had imagined!

Just being emotionally agitated was enough to leak a trace... if he were to actively absorb the seal or engage in intense combat in the future...

Yao Chuan felt he could see a glittering, golden future!

The importance of his "Great Fleece-Shearing Plan" instantly rose to the highest priority in his mind!

He had to plan this out carefully!

Yao Chuan forcibly steadied the massive waves in his heart.

He struggled to maintain the expression of slight confusion and sleepiness one should have after being shaken awake by Tang Wulin.

He even pretended to look down in bewilderment at his own wrist being grabbed.

"Hey, hey, hey..."

"Wulin, what are you doing? Why are you grabbing so tight?"

"You've got quite a grip."

Yao Chuan made a show of trying to pull his hand back.

"Can you calm down? My wrist is about to be crushed! I'm just trying to help you analyze this."

"Look at how anxious you are..."

As he spoke words to soothe Tang Wulin, he felt the subtle changes brought about by that trace of Golden Dragon King power fully merging into his own body.

That domineering power seemed to have made his muscles, bones, and flesh just a tiny bit tougher?

Although it was extremely minute.

It was definitely there.

Yao Chuan became even more certain of his previous judgment and plan.

Tang Wulin also realized he had been too agitated and hurriedly let go.

His face remained deathly pale, filled with terror and unease.

"Brother... I'm sorry... I... I..."

He was incoherent.

"I'm just so scared! What should I do?"

"That thing... that 'Old Tang'... is in my head! I can't even sleep soundly! What if he takes advantage of me while I'm asleep..."

Tang Wulin's voice carried a sob.

"I don't want to be possessed, Brother! I don't want to become someone else!"

Looking at the helpless and terrified appearance of this nine-year-old child before him.

A flash of complexity crossed the depths of Yao Chuan's eyes.

But it was quickly replaced by an even stronger resolve.

The plan must proceed!

This was not just about shearing the fleece.

It was also for the sake of... rewriting certain predetermined trajectories!

Yao Chuan took a deep breath, suppressing all the churning thoughts in his mind.

He reached out and patted Tang Wulin's shoulder firmly, attempting to convey some strength.

"Alright, alright!"

"A real man shouldn't be afraid of anything!"

"Isn't your big brother still here?"