The Fickle Radish, Yao Chuan, Na'er: Brother Yao Chuan's Request, I Will Definitely Complete It!

Tang Wulin's consciousness sank into the depths of his sea of consciousness, that tranquil space woven from Blue Silver Grass.

He looked up, his gaze piercing through the void to lock onto the phantom that resided deep within his soul, the one who called himself "Old Tang."

"Old Tang."

Tang Wulin's voice echoed through the sea of consciousness, carrying a hint of unprecedented inquiry.

"You always say I am the Child of Destiny."

His eyes sharpened, attempting to capture any subtle change on Old Tang's face.

"Why?"

"Where exactly does this destiny come from?"

"Was I born destined for greatness?"

"Or... is someone manipulating all of this from behind the scenes?"

The golden phantom, Old Tang, remained motionless.

That vast, star-like consciousness of a God King was, at this moment, plunged into absolute silence.

He could not speak.

He was Tang San, the ruler of the Douluo Continent and the Law Enforcement God King of the God Realm Committee.

He had laid out a plan spanning a thousand years, casting a wisp of his son's divine consciousness into the lower realm to merge with Tang Wulin's soul.

All of this was to counter the potential awakening of the Dragon God, to ensure the stability of the God Realm, and for that grand game of chess spanning time and space.

But how could he reveal this truth to the stubborn and sensitive youth before him?

Once spoken, the plan would surely collapse, and Tang Wulin's reaction was entirely unpredictable.

He could only remain silent.

Like an eternal golden statue, he radiated majesty and... a hint of indescribable, cold calculation.

This prolonged silence, like a frigid tide, instantly drowned the last shred of hope in Tang Wulin's heart.

There was a problem, indeed.

A massive cloud of suspicion shrouded him.

The more silent Old Tang remained, the more it proved that there were unspeakable secrets hidden within.

What Child of Destiny?

Perhaps it was merely a meticulously woven lie.

Perhaps, from beginning to end, he was nothing more than a helpless pawn in some grand scheme?

A chill climbed up his spine.

Anger and vigilance intertwined.

He could not be impulsive.

Tang Wulin clenched his consciousness into a fist.

Old Tang resided within his sea of consciousness, and his strength was unfathomable.

Tearing off the mask would be of no benefit to him.

Taking a deep breath, Tang Wulin forcibly suppressed his surging emotions.

He forced a look of "filial affection" onto his face.

"Old Tang? Was I too impatient?"

"I know, things like destiny surely cannot be revealed so easily."

"It's alright, I will work hard to become stronger, and one day I will understand!"

He tried his best to make his voice sound innocent and full of drive.

In reality, the thoughts at the bottom of his heart were crystal clear.

Play along!

Extract information!

He had to find a way to pry the truth out of this mysterious 'Old Tang'!

His consciousness returned to his body.

Tang Wulin opened his eyes, and the clamor of the real world rushed back into his ears.

He immediately thought of Yao Chuan.

That guy who always wore a slightly cynical smile.

It was Brother Yao Chuan who had warned him to be wary of the "Old Tang" residing within his body.

It was Brother Yao Chuan who had helped him break through the first seal, granting him greater power.

And it was also Brother Yao Chuan who had provided him with crucial support when he was almost swallowed by the violent power within him.

This friendship is real.

He decisively took out his Soul Guidance Communicator, his fingers flying.

"Brother Yao Chuan, thank you for the reminder! I'll be careful! (attaches a fist emoji)"

Yao Chuan had already left the Braised Beef shop with Mu Xi and Gu Yue.

He was leaning casually on the railing of the academy's spectator stands, leisurely peeling a piece of candy.

Hearing the communicator's notification, he lazily took it out.

Seeing the message from Tang Wulin, the corners of his mouth curled into a smile.

This silly kid... he's quite sensible.

His original plan was to use his precognition to "milk" Tang Wulin, the "Son of the Plane," for some benefits, such as the origin power of the Golden Dragon King, and to cause some trouble for his father, the God King Tang San, who was lurking behind the scenes.

But after spending some time together, he found Tang Wulin to be simple-minded, loyal, and persistent.

He was a brother worth befriending.

To mess with Tang San? That was a given.

But to let Tang Wulin suffer because of Tang San's schemes?

Yao Chuan felt a little guilty.

Especially when he thought of Tang San's ruthless arrangements in the original story... such as abandoning Tang Wulin in the lower realm and ignoring him, or tacitly approving of the Spirit Pagoda's "handling" of the Tang Ziran couple.

Those adoptive parents who raised Tang Wulin and gave him ordinary warmth...

Yao Chuan's eyes turned cold.

He couldn't let Tang Wulin follow the path of the original story, be completely brainwashed by Tang San, and become a mere tool only focused on completing his father's mission.

He had to do something.

A flash of inspiration struck him.

A critical juncture!

According to the original trajectory, the Spirit Pagoda, controlled by that old schemer Qiangu Dongfeng, would soon forcibly take away Tang Ziran and Lang Yue under the guise of "protection"!

It would be called protecting the families of heroes, but in reality, they would be hostages.

Used to control and manipulate Tang Wulin's future.

This wouldn't do!

Yao Chuan's fingers rapidly slid across the communicator's screen, finding a profile picture—a silver-haired girl's radiant smile.

Na'er.

He decisively dialed her number.

"Beep, beep, beep..."

It rang twice before being quickly answered.

Before Yao Chuan could speak, a cheerful, slightly sweet voice exploded from the receiver:

"Brother Yao Chuan! You finally remembered to call me? Do you miss me?"

Her voice was crisp and full of energy, as if the sunlight had become brighter.

Yao Chuan coughed lightly, ignoring the curious glances from Xie Xie and Tang Wulin in the adjacent spectator stands.

He got straight to the point.

"Na'er, I need your help with something."

"It's very important."

His tone became serious.

"It's about Tang Wulin's adoptive parents, Tang Ziran and Lang Yue."

"The Spirit Pagoda, especially Qiangu Dongfeng's faction, is likely to forcibly take them away soon under the guise of 'protection'."

"Do you have a way... to prevent this? Or at least, to guarantee the couple's safety and freedom?"

"Try not to alert the authorities or the high-ranking officials of the Spirit Pagoda."

There was a few seconds of silence on the other end of the communicator.

Then, a sound like tinkling bells, with a hint of smugness, rang out.

"Hehe, Brother Yao Chuan, you're worried about this?"

"Don't worry!"

"It's on me!"

Na'er's voice was full of confidence.

"I know a few people in the Spirit Pagoda who 'can be of some use'!"

"It won't be a big problem to quietly handle this 'small matter'!"

"However..."

Her voice suddenly drew out, carrying a hint of mischief.

"Brother Yao Chuan, this is the first time you've taken the initiative to ask for my help!"

"I'm writing this debt down in my little notebook!"

"You owe me a biiiiiiiiiig favor!"

"Got it? Brother Yao Chuan?"

Listening to Na'er's tone, which emphasized the word "big" so many times, Yao Chuan found it somewhat amusing, yet he also felt a sense of relief.

He knew Na'er's background was not simple and that she possessed great influence.

Since she had agreed so readily, the safety of the Tang Ziran couple should be secure for the time being.

"Fine, fine, I owe you a big favor."

"I've got it."

"Whenever you need it, just come find me."

Yao Chuan smiled and agreed.

"I knew Brother Yao Chuan was the best! Just wait for my good news!"

Na'er ended the call, feeling thoroughly satisfied.

However, no sooner had she finished the call than another message arrived.

Gu Yue had sent a message.

She brought up the meme she had sent a short while ago, her words laced with a touch of smugness.

Seeing her act like this, Na'er attached a voice message: "Yo, is Gu Yue-jie feeling so high today? Don't get too carried away~"

Gu Yue gave a soft scoff, thinking to herself that this little girl must be jealous.

Just as she was preparing to send another smug message, a new one from Na'er popped up.

Na'er's voice was filled with teasing: "What are you so smug about? Let me show you who I was just on the phone with."

Immediately, a screenshot was thrown over—the call log clearly displayed "Incoming call from Yao Chuan, duration 15 minutes."

Gu Yue's pupils constricted, and her heart skipped a beat.

That damn Yao Chuan, not only had he eaten with her and Mu Xi, but he had actually gone behind their backs to flirt with Na'er!

Her mind buzzed, and her entire face instantly turned bright red.

You heartless radish! You scumbag! Gu Yue cursed inwardly, her fingers gripping the communicator so tightly the screen nearly shattered.

This move completely broke her composure, making her teeth itch with rage.

Gu Yue didn't reply to Na'er; she tossed the communicator aside and shut it off.

She strode home, her high heels thumping loudly against the floor.

Pushing open the door, the living room was empty, with only the cold light cast by the crystal chandelier.

She collapsed onto the sofa, her chest heaving.

"Not a single man is any good!" Gu Yue gritted her teeth, her voice as icy as a Siberian cold front.

"They should all be castrated!" she added, her eyes filled with murderous intent.

At that very moment, Di Tian was kneeling outside the room door.

He had come to report on the movements in the human realm and had just straightened his collar, preparing to request an audience.

Hearing the words "they should all be castrated," Di Tian stiffened.

It's over, the Great King's rage meter is off the charts! Di Tian's heart skipped a beat.

He shivered, cold sweat breaking out instantly.

Who provoked her? That brat Yao Chuan? Or Mu Xi? Di Tian imagined, growing more panicked by the second.

What if she takes it out on me? I'm the dignified Beast God; if I become a eunuch, how am I supposed to survive in the soul circle?

He shrank his neck, even softening his breathing.

He remained frozen in place, unable to advance or retreat, looking just like a stone statue.

Outside the window, the moonlight was pale, making Di Tian's face look even greener.

He swallowed hard, wailing in his heart: This is such an unjust stray bullet, this is practically a social death scene!

But there was no more sound from Gu Yue's room, only dead silence.

In the end, Di Tian didn't dare to knock and snuck away on tiptoe.

His retreating figure looked utterly pathetic, as if he were fleeing for his life.

The moment Na'er ended the call on the Soul Guidance Communicator, she felt as if she'd been injected with a potent stimulant.

With a yelp, she pounced onto the soft bed, hugging a pillow and rolling around frantically.

Her small face buried in the pillow, her shoulders shook, and a suppressed giggle escaped her throat.

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This was the first time Brother Yao Chuan had actively asked her for help!

Even if it was just a "small favor" to protect his parents, wasn't the meaning the same?

Rounding down, this meant Brother Yao Chuan needed her! Relied on her!

Na'er felt her little heart about to explode with immense joy, her rolling on the bed increasing in amplitude, her golden hair sticking to her face without her caring.

This "too embarrassing to watch" silly joy was caught by Leng Yaozhu, who pushed open the door and entered.

"Yo~" A teasing chuckle sounded from the doorway.

Leng Yaozhu leaned against the doorframe, her beautiful phoenix eyes filled with knowing amusement as she watched her disciple roll into a golden ball on the bed.

"Look who's back online, this little silly girl?"

Her voice was lazily taunting.

"Let me guess... did you just finish a 'phone marathon' with your Brother Yao Chuan again?"

Leng Yaozhu chuckled and shook her head, her tone certain.

"Besides getting a call from that kid, I really can't think of anything else that would make Na'er, who is usually as cool as a little fairy, turn into this silly roe deer rolling on the bed."

Na'er's movements froze abruptly, as if paused.

She lifted her head from the pillow, her golden hair a mess, her small face flushed, her eyes still a little dazed, filled with the embarrassment of having her "secret" exposed.

"Mas... Master!"

Na'er mumbled softly, trying to maintain some semblance of dignity, but the irrepressible smile on her lips betrayed her completely.

Leng Yaozhu walked into the room, closing the door behind her, and gracefully sat down on a nearby soft chair, propping her chin on one hand as she leisurely watched Na'er.

She felt a myriad of emotions.

When she first met Yao Chuan in Proud Arrival City and took Na'er away, she had been a little worried.

Na'er was too young, and the Spirit Pagoda headquarters was a place full of geniuses and complex relationships.

Over time, with distance, and the fickle nature of a child's heart, would that naive attachment to Yao Chuan be diluted by new experiences and more outstanding peers?

After all, within the Spirit Pagoda, there were no shortage of talented young men who wanted to get close to Na'er, the personal disciple of the Vice Tower Master and a gifted beauty.

However, reality had given her, Heavenly Phoenix Douluo, an "unexpected surprise."

Separation had not diluted Na'er's feelings for Yao Chuan; instead, it was like a fine wine buried deep underground, the longer it aged, the more mellow and intense her attachment fermented.

Visibly, Na'er's dependence on Yao Chuan had deepened.

Every time this little girl talked to Yao Chuan, she seemed to glow.

Leng Yaozhu couldn't help but recall the scene of her first meeting with Yao Chuan.

The young man in black, his posture as upright as a pine tree, his demeanor as steady as an adult, his deep eyes seeming to see through people.

Even with her perspective and experience as Heavenly Phoenix Douluo, she had to admit that the boy possessed a peculiar, almost unreasonable charm.

A blend of stability and wildness, mysterious and powerful.

This was attractive to both men and women.

Even she had felt a flutter in her heart at the time, let alone Na'er, who was just beginning to experience love.

Leng Yaozhu was momentarily lost in thought, her mind drifting for a moment.

By this time, Na'er had completely switched back from "rolling mode."

She nimbly climbed off the bed, sat down cross-legged, smoothed her messy hair with her small hands, and tried hard to put on a serious and solemn expression.

But her sparkling eyes, tinged with a hint of smugness, still revealed her inner joy.

"Master!"

Na'er called out crisply, with an unprecedented seriousness.

She looked up, meeting Leng Yaozhu's perceptive phoenix eyes, her gaze filled with earnestness and a trace of imperceptible pleading.

"I have something very important that I need your help with, Master!"

Leng Yaozhu was amused by her serious demeanor, but also a little curious.

What could make the little girl, who was just rolling around happily, suddenly become so serious?

She raised an eyebrow, a playful curve forming on her lips.

"Oh? Something very important?"

Leng Yaozhu leaned forward slightly, her interest piqued.

"Let me guess... has that kid Yao Chuan finally seen the light and realized the benefits of coming to our Spirit Pagoda headquarters for advanced study early? Is he planning to cut his time at Eastsea Academy short and come report for duty?"

A flicker of anticipation flashed in her eyes.

Yao Chuan's talent and potential were exactly the kind of core seed the Spirit Pagoda craved most.

If he were to proactively request an early transfer, that would naturally be a monumental stroke of good fortune.

She was already beginning to consider what kind of resources and mentors she should arrange for him.

However, Na'er's little head shook like a rattle immediately.

"It's not that, Master."

Her expression didn't relax in the slightest; instead, it grew even more solemn.

The ease and anticipation on Leng Yaozhu's face receded as rapidly as a receding tide following Na'er's words.

She knitted her elegant brows slightly.

It wasn't that?

Then what could it be that was worth Na'er asking her for help with such gravity?

Na'er took a deep breath, her small fists clenching tightly at her sides.

She looked into her master's instantly probing and grave gaze, and spoke clearly, word by word:

"It's Brother Yao Chuan's parents!"

"Brother Yao Chuan said..."

Na'er's voice dropped a few notches, carrying a sense of urgency.

"People from the Spirit Pagoda... might be coming to take them away very soon!"

"Those people might seize his mom and dad to conduct..."

She paused, seemingly weighing the terrifying choice of words.

"...to conduct secret experiments!"

Crack...

Leng Yaozhu's fingertips unconsciously raked across the hard wood of the chair's armrest, emitting a soft sound.

All the ease, teasing, and even anticipation on her face completely froze and disintegrated the moment Na'er uttered the words "Spirit Pagoda," "take away," and "secret experiments."

Those alluring phoenix eyes constricted sharply, and a cold, piercing glint seemed to sweep through the depths of her pupils.

The temperature in the air seemed to drop by several degrees.

The beautiful face that had just been carrying a hint of lazy amusement was now left with only a heavy, storm-brewing solemnity.

The muscles in her face tightened.