Seeds Planted in His Heart! Giving Tang Wulin a Choice!

The light subsided, Bai Yuan retracted his Dark-Gold Dreadclaw, and his right hand returned to its normal state.

He flexed his fingers, and his bones cracked slightly.

The faint, dark gold lines remaining on the palm of the hand slowly faded beneath the skin, as if nothing had ever happened.

"It seems like nothing's wrong."

Bai Yuan put his hands back in his pockets and looked at Gu Yuena.

"Get out."

Gu Yuena nodded.

The white light from the teleportation array engulfed the two figures.

When I opened my eyes again, the hall of the Spirit Pagoda was brightly lit.

Staff members came forward, checked the two of them, and after confirming that everything was normal, bowed respectfully to Bai Yuan.

"Bai Yuan, you've worked hard."

"Miss Gu Yue, thank you for your hard work."

Bai Yuan nodded, his gaze passing over the staff member's shoulder and landing on the group of people not far away.

Students from the Eastsea Academy stood in twos and threes in a corner of the hall.

Some had their heads down, some turned their faces away, and some secretly glanced at Bai Yuan out of the corner of their eyes.

No one dared to step forward, and no one dared to speak.

Mu Xi stood in the middle of the crowd, her golden ponytail hanging down her shoulder, her head down, her expression unreadable.

Xu Xiaoyu stood by the window, holding an ice stick, looking out the window, her back ramrod straight.

Xie Xie stood beside Tang Wulin, looking nervous, his clenched fists hidden behind his back.

Tang Wulin stood there, head down, his short black hair obscuring his eyes.

Then he raised his head and walked towards Bai Yuan.

The hall fell silent.

All eyes were on the small figure with short black hair.

Someone opened their mouth as if to call out to him, but then swallowed their words back.

Xu Xiaoyu turned around from the window, looked at Tang Wulin's back, and didn't move.

Mu Xi raised her head, her eyes reflecting the boy who was walking towards Bai Yuan step by step.

His lips moved, but he said nothing.

Tang Wulin walked up to Bai Yuan, stopped, and then bowed deeply.

"Brother Bai Yuan... I'm sorry."

I shouldn't have acted without asking any questions.

I shouldn't... I shouldn't have disbelieved you.

He didn't straighten up; he just hunched over, as if awaiting judgment.

Bai Yuan stared at the drooping black head in front of him and remained silent for a moment.

He reached out and rubbed the black head.

His voice wasn't loud, but it reached the ears of everyone present clearly.

"Raise your head."

Tang Wulin straightened up, his clear black and white eyes reddening.

Bai Yuan looked into his eyes and said.

"Ask first before you take action next time."

Tang Wulin was stunned for a moment, then nodded vigorously, his eyes reddening even more, but the corners of his mouth couldn't help but curve into a smile.

Bai Yuan withdrew his hand and turned to walk towards Gu Yuena.

He took two steps, then stopped, and without turning his head, said, "Keep trying."

Xie Xie ran up from behind and put his arm around Tang Wulin's shoulder.

Watching Bai Yuan's retreating figure, his lips moved, but he didn't say anything.

Xu Xiaoyu walked over from the window.

Standing beside Mu Xi, he gave a slight bow towards Bai Yuan.

Bai Yuan didn't turn around. Gu Yuena glanced at Xu Xiaoyu, then calmly looked away.

Mu Xi stepped out of the crowd and walked to Tang Wulin's side.

Golden eyes watched Bai Yuan's retreating figure, then lowered their heads.

"I'm sorry, we started it."

Bai Yuan didn't stop; he simply waved his hand and continued walking forward.

Mu Xi stood there, watching his retreating figure as he walked out of the hall, clenching her fists. She bit her lip, something flickering in her golden eyes.

Gu Yuena followed beside him for a while, then suddenly spoke.

"You're quite lenient with that brat."

Bai Yuan walked forward without looking back. "He is actually kind at heart."

He was thinking of Tang Wulin.

The black-haired boy stood before him, bowing deeply.

He felt a pang of guilt.

In his heart, Tang Wulin was more than just the protagonist in the original novel.

He is not only the inheritor of the Golden Dragon King Bloodline, nor merely the most important pawn in Tang San thousand years.

He was the little boy who saw him leaning against the wall with his eyes closed in the alley of East Sea Market and asked him with concern, "Are you alright?"

It's that kid who can't even take care of himself, yet still wants to take him home.

It was the one he pulled up from the ground.

The boy who held his hand and said, "How are you so strong?"

He hasn't joined Shrek yet.

They haven't been brainwashed by that prestigious school for millennia, nor have they been completely bound by Tang San's grand plan for millennia.

He is still someone who feels guilty for hurting his friends.

A normal child who regrets their impulsiveness and bows their head to sincerely say "I'm sorry".

Bai Yuan wanted to get him back on track.

It's not about making him deviate from the original work, but about preventing him from going too far down the wrong path.

It's not about making him betray anyone, but about giving him the right to choose.

Choose your own path, choose your own beliefs.

Instead of blindly following a path laid out by others.

But he knew that the God King was watching from heaven.

Tang San would not allow his pawns to go astray.

Tang Wulin is the most important link in his grand plan of ten thousand years; he is the key to controlling the continent, mastering destiny, and continuing the rule of the Divine Realm.

A Tang Wulin who has gone astray is of no value to Tang San.

If that day really comes, he will not stand idly by.

Bai Yuan raised his head, his gaze piercing through the ceiling, looking towards a higher and farther place.

Tang San was watching from above, and he was watching from below.

This game has only just begun.

But he didn't do nothing either.

The Dark-Gold Dreadclaw Bear Right Palm Bone.

The opportunity that belonged to Tang Wulin in the original story is now in his hands.

After all, he didn't know what would happen, so giving the power to himself was always the right thing to do.

Bai Yuan pulled himself out of his thoughts and quickened his pace to catch up with Gu Yuena ahead.

Sunlight streamed in through the floor-to-ceiling windows, casting his shadow long and thin.

He walked along the long corridor where light and shadow intertwined, his thoughts churning and then calming in his mind.

Tang Wulin, I want to give you the right to choose.

But I don't know whether this choice will help you or harm you.

Tang Wulin stood in a corner of the Spirit Pagoda's main hall, his head bowed.

Xie Xie stood beside him, unsure of what to say, and simply patted his shoulder forcefully.

The others stood at a distance, and no one came up to disturb them.

When Tang Wulin looked up, he saw a note pressed down on the Soul Tool he had placed beside him.

He picked it up; the handwriting on the note was messy, as if it had been written casually.

"You can come to the Spirit Pagoda and pursue the path to becoming a strong person."

Tang Wulin clutched the note, his fingers trembling slightly.

Come to the Spirit Pagoda and pursue the path to becoming a strong person.

Bai Yuan didn't say "Come help me," nor did he say "Coming to the Spirit Pagoda was the right thing to do."

He was referring to "the path to becoming a strong person."

He left the choice to Tang Wulin himself.

Tang Wulin folded the note carefully and tucked it into his pocket.

He leaned against the wall, closed his eyes, and his mind was a jumbled mess.

Bai Yuan's image lingered in my mind.

He stood there, the Ten Thousand Year Soul Ring slowly rotating beneath his feet.

With a single slash, a gigantic golden sword shadow materialized in the sky.

The power of that sword strike was enough to cleave the heavens and earth in two.

Tang Wulin had never met anyone his age stronger than Bai Yuan.

I've never seen anyone more handsome than Bai Yuan.

That kind of handsomeness isn't about looks, it's about charisma.

It's that kind of composure that says, "I'm right here, come and hit me, but I know you can't beat me."

It's that kind of confidence that says, "I'm better than you, but I won't bully you."

It's that kind of arrogance that says, "Even if I give you a handicap, you still can't beat me."

Tang Wulin clenched his fists.

He wanted to be like that person.

But another figure remained in his mind.

Teacher Wu Changkong.

The blue-haired youth stood on the podium, his gaze calmly sweeping over each of them, and said something that he Remembrance to this day.

Shrek Academy, the number one academy on the continent, is a sacred place that all Soul Master yearn for.

Only there can you encounter true powerhouses and truly embark on the path to becoming a powerhouse."

When Wu Changkong said this, Tang Wulin believed him without hesitation.

Shrek Academy, the place he had longed for since the day he awakened his Martial Soul.

There you'll find the strongest faculty, the best resources, the most outstanding peers, and a millennia-old tradition.

Only there can he become stronger and protect those he wants to protect.

But now, Tang Wulin silently wondered.

Are Shrek really the strongest?

What about Bai Yuan?

He came from the Spirit Pagoda.

Perhaps, the Spirit Pagoda is the right one?

Tang Wulin clutched the note in his arms, leaned against the wall, closed his eyes, and looked at the two doors, two windows, and two different directions.

He didn't know which path was right, but he knew that whichever path he chose, he had to become a strong person.

Tang Wulin opened his eyes, his gaze even more resolute than before.

He refolded the note and put it in his innermost pocket.

Regardless of which path he chooses, at least now he has a choice.