Boiling Blood Furnace, Emerald Binding!

Night fell and the sea wind howled.

Inside the Tang family's small cabin, the air was so heavy it felt as though it could drip water.

To prevent the commotion during the awakening from being too loud and disturbing the neighbors, Tang Linyuan specially stuck several pieces of sinking silver engraved with soundproofing formations into the four corners of the room—these were things he had swiped from teacher Mang Tian.

"Are you ready?"

Tang Linyuan sat cross-legged at the edge of the bed, looking at Tang Wulin, who was wearing only a pair of shorts and sitting cross-legged in the center of the bed.

"Mm." Tang Wulin's small face was taut, and his hands tightly clutched the orb sealing the Emerald Dragon Snake.

Although his older brother had said it would hurt very much, there wasn't a trace of flinching in his gaze.

"Let's begin. Remember, guard your true heart and don't let yourself be crushed by that power."

As Tang Wulin's soul power was injected, the orb shattered.

Hiss—!

That crystal-clear, emerald little snake swam out joyfully. It sensed the aura in Tang Wulin's body that held a fatal attraction for it, and without the slightest hesitation, it turned into an emerald stream of light and directly drilled into Tang Wulin's glabella.

The moment the fusion began, it was very gentle.

A cool, massive life aura flowed along the meridians, nourishing Tang Wulin's limbs and skeletal bones. The Blue Silver Grass martial soul automatically appeared, and the originally slender leaves began to become crystal-clear, with emerald-like hues flowing through the veins.

However, the mishap erupted abruptly the moment that trace of weak "dragon blood" touched the depths of Tang Wulin's spine!

Boom!

It was as if a deep-water bomb had been thrown into a calm lake surface.

The Golden Dragon King Bloodline sleeping within Tang Wulin's body sensed the stimulation of its own kind (albeit a very low-class kind), instantly producing a trace of resonance.

Although the seal was not open, merely a trace of leaked bloodline power was enough to give the current Tang Wulin a hard time.

"Ugh—!!!"

Tang Wulin suddenly clenched his teeth tightly, letting out a muffled groan.

No golden scales appeared, nor were there any mutations of dragon claws.

However, his body seemed to have turned into a shrimp roasted red; his whole body's skin turned instantly crimson, and rolling heatwaves gushed out from every pore of his. The temperature inside the room suddenly rose by more than ten degrees!

Thud! Thud! Thud!

The sound of his heartbeat was startlingly loud, like a beating drum, shaking the water cup nearby so that it trembled.

The blood in his body was boiling and roaring.

That wasn't ordinary blood flow acceleration, but a "blood transfusion."

That overbearing golden energy was forcibly scouring his blood vessel walls, burning impurities to ashes and grinding his bones to smithereens to be reassembled.

"Pain... so hot..."

Tang Wulin's consciousness was hazy, and he felt as though he had been thrown into Taishang Laojun's alchemy furnace.

Right at this moment, that Emerald Dragon Snake played a crucial role.

It didn't curl up and shiver like the grass snake in the original story; instead, through its extremely strong life resilience, it firmly protected Tang Wulin's heart meridian within this destructive bloodline furnace.

Green rain of life continuously poured over the boiling golden magma.

Destruction, repair, destruction again, repair again.

Tang Linyuan sat to the side, his ink-black eyes fixed tightly on his younger brother. He could clearly perceive that Tang Wulin's bloodline was climbing at a terrifying speed.

If Tang Wulin had been a small stream before, now he was turning into a surging, rushing river.

The most direct consequence brought by this qualitative change in bloodline was—brute force overcoming everything, coupled with skin of copper and bones of iron.

A long time passed.

That red light that seemed as though it would steam a person to dryness finally slowly subsided.

Tang Wulin collapsed onto the bed, drenched in sweat as if he had been fished out of water.

Although his appearance showed no non-human changes (no scales, no claws), his muscle lines had become tighter and deeper, and his skin presented a healthy, jade-like luster.

He slowly opened his eyes.

At that instant, deep within his originally black-and-white distinct pupils, a golden vertical line flashed past and then vanished.

"Hah..."

Tang Wulin sat up, subconsciously grabbing the iron railing at the head of the bed to borrow strength.

Crack.

That solid iron railing was actually crushed like a crispy biscuit by him with a gentle pinch.

Even the fingerprint marks were clearly visible.

"This..." Tang Wulin looked at his hands in terror. "Big bro, I didn't even use force!"

"This is the preliminary awakening of the bloodline."

Tang Linyuan handed him a cup of water, explaining indifferently, "Although no dominant traits appeared, your bloodline power has already reached the level of an assault-system Soul Grandmaster. Your strength, defense, and recovery ability have all multiplied by at least three times."

"The current you could kill a century soul beast with a single punch even without using your martial soul."

"This is way too strong..." Tang Wulin looked at his own hands, his eyes full of shock.

"Don't just focus on strength; look at your martial soul," Tang Linyuan reminded him. "See what that Emerald Dragon Snake brought you."

Tang Wulin recovered his wits and his mind moved.

Hum!

A ring of bright, century-old yellow soul ring rose from beneath his feet.

The color of this soul ring was extremely deep, with yellow suffused with a rich green color of vitality.

Dozens of Blue Silver Grass vines swarmed out.

They were no longer the slender and fragile appearance of before. The Blue Silver Grass at this moment presented a translucent emerald color throughout. Every single vine was the thickness of an arm, and the surface was covered with fine golden veins, looking both flexible and full of a sense of power.

Mutated martial soul—Golden Vein Emerald Blue Silver Grass.

"First soul skill, Golden Emerald Dragon Bind!"

Tang Wulin gave a low shout and pointed toward Tang Linyuan.

Swish, swish, swish!

Those emerald vines instantly soared, their speed as fast as lightning yet completely silent, instantly binding Tang Linyuan tightly.

Tang Linyuan didn't dodge, letting the vines wrap around him.

"Hmm?"

The moment he was bound, Tang Linyuan raised an eyebrow.

He sensed a peculiar force field acting upon himself.

Those golden veins emitted a faint might of the dragon, actually trying to suppress the operation of his soul power!

Although for him the effect was roughly equivalent to nothing, if it were an opponent of the same rank, their soul power would be suppressed by at least 20%!

"Big bro, feel this."

Tang Wulin's mind shifted, and the radiance on the vines changed from overbearing gold to gentle, emerald green.

A rich, warm vitality actually flowed in reverse along the vines into Tang Linyuan's body.

He felt the spirit that had been somewhat exhausted due to tension instantly gain a trace of soothing relief.

"Hard crowd control, suppression, and it can even heal?"

Tang Linyuan's body shook, breaking open the vines by virtue of his powerful physical body strength, and gave an extremely high evaluation:

"Perfect."

"Against an enemy, it is a tough shackle and soul power suppression; for teammates, it is a life conveyor belt and healing chain."

"Wulin, you walked this path right."

If the binding in the original work was just for tying people up to beat them, then the current [Golden Emerald Dragon Bind] turned Tang Wulin into a mobile, all-around fortress.

Unkillable, capable of crowd control, and able to heal.

"Gurgle..."

A thunderous stomach growl broke the serious atmosphere once more.

That extreme sense of emptiness after the bloodline surged made Tang Wulin feel that he could swallow an elephant right now.

"Big bro... hungry..." Tang Wulin clutched his stomach, his eyes glowing green.

"Eat."

Tang Linyuan was well-prepared, pulling out from under the bed that huge food box filled with high-energy jerky.

"Once you're full, tomorrow our forging realm should also make a breakthrough."

Looking at his wolfing younger brother, a trace of anticipation flashed in Tang Linyuan's eyes.

In the night, the shadows of the two youths were drawn very long.

One had spear intent reaching the arcane, and the other had bloodline like a dragon.

The pond of Aolai City was too small and could no longer hold these two true dragons about to churn the rivers and overturn the seas.