Na'er's Heart Knot

Two days later, Yu Xiaogang rented a carriage and took Tang San toward the Soul Hunting Forest. Everything fell into the eyes of Di Lintian.

Not long after, he and Na'er also boarded a carriage and headed toward the Soul Hunting Forest.

The carriage was pulled by a century-old soul beast, so they arrived at the Soul Hunting Forest before Yu Xiaogang and his companion.

"Little brother, little sister, are you looking to hunt soul rings? For just fifty gold soul coins, we can help you hunt the most suitable soul ring."

As soon as Di Lintian and Na'er stepped off the carriage, three people noticed their fine attire and surrounded them.

"No need. The elders in our family have gone to park the carriage and will be back shortly," Di Lintian said with a polite, smiling shake of his head.

Just as the three men were about to press further, Mystic Water had already parked the carriage and walked over.

After a trace of aura leaked from Mystic Water to warn the three men, he bowed respectfully to Di Lintian. "Young Master, let us go."

Di Lintian nodded slightly and walked toward the entrance of the Soul Hunting Forest.

"Stop! Show your permit!"

The patrolling Spirit Hall guards blocked their path and shouted sternly.

"Get lost!"

Mystic Water took an exquisite token from his storage soul tool. It was a token of the Sky Dragon Pavilion, engraved with three inherited martial souls: Dark Demon Dragon, Sin Dragon, and Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon.

The guard stammered, wanting to say something, but the captain of the guards nearby saw the token and opened the iron gate without the slightest hesitation.

After Di Lintian and his group entered, the guard looked at the captain, puzzled. "That wasn't a Spirit Hall permit, was it?"

"A person needs to know how to be flexible. By the rules, they shouldn't be allowed in, but the Sky Dragon Pavilion is here—are you really going to stop them? You only make a few gold soul coins a month; what are you risking your life for!" the captain cursed.

"Mystic Water, Red Fire, you two go and kill every Mandala Snake, Ghost Vine... in short, kill every century-old soul beast suitable for a Blue Silver Grass to absorb."

Di Lintian had wanted to count them one by one at first, but he realized there were simply too many.

"Ah? Yes, mission guaranteed!"

The two men were momentarily confused, but they quickly reacted.

Their figures vanished instantly, spreading out across the forest to execute Di Lintian's plan.

Na'er watched silently as Di Lintian issued his orders, neither asking questions nor attempting to stop him.

"Why aren't you asking?"

Na'er's sudden silence made Di Lintian feel somewhat uncomfortable.

"Even if I asked, you wouldn't tell me," Na'er said, continuing to walk forward on her own.

Di Lintian froze in place. Ever since he had taken human form, everything he did had a strong sense of purpose, yet every time Na'er questioned him, he had kept his secrets hidden.

Watching that petite figure walk silently ahead, a bitter feeling suddenly welled up in Di Lintian's heart.

He knew what Na'er was worried about.

Na'er choosing to accompany Di Lintian into the human world said everything; she had staked at least half of her chips on him.

Is it my order just now that disappointed her? No, it's everything combined—it makes Na'er feel that I don't truly intend to revive the soul beasts, and she feels she placed her bet wrong.

He ran a few steps to catch up and blocked her path.

"Na'er, I..."

Di Lintian stopped halfway, not knowing how to continue. He couldn't exactly tell her that he was a transmigrator who knew Tang San would become a God King, and that he wanted to suppress Tang San in advance.

Na'er stopped and looked up at Di Lintian, waiting for him to go on.

Just as Di Lintian was at a loss, he suddenly remembered what Gu Yuena had said when she first met him.

"Na'er, the truth is, I don't belong to this continent, nor do I belong to the God Realm. I come from another God Realm. A mysterious person told me this, and he also told me the story of the Douluo Continent. In that story, Tang San became a dual-god existence: the Sea God and the Asura God."

Di Lintian pushed everything onto that mysterious hand. "In short, Na'er, do you believe me?"

"I believe you."

Na'er recalled the sealed bloodline power within Di Lintian and the fact that he shouldn't have known about the Asura God, then nodded.

"There's a small stream ahead. Let's go roast some fish."

Di Lintian thought of Huo Yuhao's roasted fish. As a great transmigrator, he was certain he could roast them even better than Huo Yuhao.

"Mm," Na'er nodded.

The two continued forward, and before long, they spotted a Ten-Year Solitary Bamboo.

"This is the first soul ring I prepared for Tang San: a Ten-Year Solitary Bamboo." Since he had already opened up, Di Lintian simply introduced it to Na'er.

"Then what was his first soul skill before?" Na'er asked.

"A four-hundred-year-old Mandala Snake."

"You're really wicked." Na'er's personality was no longer as icy as it had been before.

"I call this weakening the opponent's strength in advance."

By the stream.

Na'er lit the branches Di Lintian had piled up, then caught a few fish in the stream and set them aside.

Di Lintian used branches he had sharpened beforehand to skewer the fish neatly, placing them onto a makeshift grill.

Along the way, the two had encountered many century-level soul beasts whose soul rings had yet to dissipate; most were plant-types, though there was also a Mandala Snake.

The Soul Hunting Forest was not large, so the two Super Douluo had swept through it quickly. They were now conducting a second sweep to ensure there were no other soul beasts suitable for Tang San besides the Ten-Year Solitary Bamboo.

Na'er sat beside Di Lintian, watching the azure sky and listening to the birdsong that drifted by from time to time.

She loved scenes like this, but the burden she carried as the Sovereign of Soul Beasts was far too heavy.

Di Lintian looked at Na'er's profile, thinking to himself that it would be wonderful if things could just stay like this forever.

Before they knew it, the grilled fish on the rack had turned into pitch-black, indescribable objects.

Could these even be eaten?

Di Lintian's hand trembled as he picked up a skewer. He took a cautious bite and immediately wore a look of intoxicated delight.

"You try some too. Don't let the char fool you; it's actually delicious." He quickly handed a skewer to Na'er.

Na'er took it hesitantly, feeling skeptical. Could something burnt to this extent really taste good? She took a small bite, and a bitter, acrid taste instantly flooded her mouth.

Seeing that Na'er had taken a bite, Di Lintian quickly spat out the fish in his mouth, grabbed the water flask beside him, and took a large gulp to rinse his mouth.

"Di! Lin! Tian!"

Na'er's small fist gathered immense power, and with a single punch, she blasted Di Lintian into the stream.

"Do you think it's fun to mess with me?"

"It's not fun, it's not fun at all." Di Lintian hurriedly begged for mercy. "I was wrong. Let's go; Tang San should be entering the Soul Hunting Forest by now. I want to see him absorb the Ten-Year Solitary Bamboo with my own eyes."

At the entrance of the Soul Hunting Forest.

"Come out, Luo Sanpao!"

Yu Xiaogang summoned his pig-like martial soul and introduced it to Tang San.

"What kind of martial soul is that? It looks so strange." Na'er watched Luo Sanpao's peculiar appearance, a flicker of disdain in her eyes.

"It was originally a Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon martial soul that underwent a positive mutation, but because the host's physical constitution was insufficient to withstand the Golden Sacred Dragon martial soul, it ended up like this," Di Lintian added with equal contempt.

"Then he really is a waste."