Uncle, Am I Going to Die?!

"Uncle!"

With no understanding of the situation, Tang San instinctively called for his uncle.

But this space seemed to contain only him. He called to heaven, but heaven gave no answer; he called to earth, but earth gave no response.

Looking at the enormous golden giant dragon,

Tang San's spiritual sense swelled painfully.

It felt as though he had been stuffed full, his body bloated to the extreme.

Worse still, the first seal on the golden giant dragon's body began to loosen.

Threads of golden light seeped out, seeming to weigh ten thousand jin while burning as hot as branding irons.

As they spilled into his sea of consciousness,

intense pain instantly threatened to drown Tang San.

"Ah!!!!"

"What's going on?"

"Something's wrong, isn't it?"

Yin Chuan looked at Tang San's flushed face, uncertain and alarmed.

This wasn't right!

He had absorbed a 450-year Blue Silver Grass beyond his limit.

So what?

Could exceeding the limit by this little with Blue Silver Grass really be this dangerous?

Could a 450-year Blue Silver Grass actually burst Tang San to death?

Tang San had the Mysterious Heaven Skill and had awakened the Blue Silver Tyrant Spear martial soul. He shouldn't have been in such a sorry state.

"Damn it, there really is a problem!"

Yin Chuan touched Tang San's forehead and found it burning hot.

Tang San's entire body was like a cooked shrimp.

The moment Yin Chuan held him in his arms, he curled up, his expression twisted in agony, while faint tearing patterns appeared across his skin.

Yellow!

The Blue Silver Grass soul ring appeared beneath Tang San's feet.

But Yin Chuan had no mind to care about that right now.

"Little San, wake up!"

Since there was nothing wrong with the Blue Silver Grass soul ring, the problem had to lie elsewhere.

Yin Chuan couldn't make sense of it no matter how hard he thought.

Tang San only had the Blue Silver Tyrant Spear martial soul now. Where could the problem be?

"Uncle, Uncle..."

"Cough—ah!"

Hearing Yin Chuan's voice, Tang San suddenly erupted with strength, forcibly breaking out of his sea of consciousness and violently spitting out a mouthful of blood.

The difficulty of such an act

was no less than a vegetative patient waking up!

But driven by familial affection and his longing for his uncle, Tang San heard Yin Chuan's voice and unleashed unprecedented strength.

At last, he escaped that mysterious space and the dragon.

"Uncle..."

Tang San gave a miserable smile, but lying in Yin Chuan's arms, he felt an overwhelming sense of safety.

"Little San, what's wrong? Tell Uncle."

Yin Chuan's voice was anxious.

Though Tang San had awakened, his condition had not improved in the slightest. It was still worsening!

At this rate, Tang San would not last long before exploding to death!

What kind of joke was this?

The story had only just begun, and the protagonist was already about to die suddenly?

"Dragon!"

"Uncle, there's a golden giant dragon inside me. It's terrifying. It has eighteen seals on its body, but... the first seal is beginning to break..."

"The energy inside is too terrifying. I can't bear it."

Tang San spoke in broken, difficult breaths.

"I understand, Little San. Don't fall asleep!"

"Don't sleep. Stay awake!"

Yin Chuan was deeply shaken.

The Golden Dragon King?

What was going on?

There was a Golden Dragon King inside Tang San?

No wonder he did not have the Clear Sky Hammer martial soul. Just like Tang Wulin, he had the Golden Dragon King inside him.

This version of Tang San—

the father had become like the son!

Fortunately, Yin Chuan had read Douluo Continent 3 and knew how to handle this situation.

The treasures needed for the Golden Dragon King's first seal were a Century Ice Crystal Fruit, a Century Red Flame Fruit, and ten drops of blood from a century-old dragon-type soul beast.

He had Ice Crystal Fruits and Red Flame Fruits in his storage Soul Tool.

But blood from a century-old dragon-type soul beast...

"Little San, hold on!"

Yin Chuan moved swiftly. At the same time, he took out a rope from his storage Soul Tool and tied Tang San to his back.

Then he charged wildly through the forest!

Dragon-type soul beasts.

Where were the dragon-type soul beasts?!

"Uncle..."

"Am I going to die?"

Tang San's voice was already extremely weak, yet the corners of his mouth lifted.

Uncle's back was so broad, so sturdy...

Uncle's back...

If he died on Uncle's back, Tang San would die without regrets.

Was his short life really about to end?

Having an uncle like this counted as a blessing across three lifetimes.

No, I can't die!

I can't let Uncle's efforts go to waste!

I still have to repay Uncle's kindness!

The life force within Tang San had begun to fade, but his powerful obsession ignited his desire to live.

Uncle was still trying. He could not give up!

"Wuu..."

The century-old Boar-Toothed Dragon was pierced through by the Blue Silver Tyrant Spear and collapsed despairingly into a pool of blood.

Yin Chuan set Tang San down.

He swiftly collected the blood, mixed the Century Red Flame Fruit, Century Ice Crystal Fruit, and ten drops of Boar-Toothed Dragon blood together.

Pinching Tang San's nose, he poured it all down his throat in one go.

"That should be enough, right?"

Yin Chuan finally let out a breath of relief. At last, he had time to wonder about the Golden Dragon King issue.

Could someone tell him what was going on?

Why did Tang San have Tang Wulin's template?

The father was even becoming like his son.

Douluo Continent wasn't written like this.

Still, Tang San had a solid foundation and the help of heavenly treasures. The Golden Dragon King's first seal should not be a problem.

Boom!

Yin Chuan was frowning in thought when a wave of heat suddenly surged from Tang San's body, hot air blasting toward his face.

Then came a surge of cold.

One hot, one cold.

The two energies continuously collided within Tang San's body. He had unconsciously sat cross-legged and begun circulating the Mysterious Heaven Skill to resist them. His face turned crimson one moment and frosty white the next, while he occasionally groaned:

"Uncle, Uncle, Uncle..."

Tang San was clearly enduring immense pain.

"Ah."

Yin Chuan sighed.

He silently rose to his feet.

Trading the Clear Sky Hammer for the Golden Dragon King could be considered a blessing in disguise.

It was just that his nephew would suffer terribly for it.

"I never expected that creating the Way of the Overlord would end up benefiting you, kid."

Yin Chuan did not know whether to laugh or cry.

He had evolved Tang San's martial soul into the Blue Silver Tyrant Spear, and now the kid had the Golden Dragon King bloodline too. Wasn't he going to defy the heavens?

"But I have the Domination Domain and the identity of Child of Nature, so I'm not bad either."

In truth, Yin Chuan had gained even more from Tang San.

He had to admit that the Good Uncle System had truly chosen the right person.

There was nothing wrong with him as an uncle.

A full two days and two nights passed.

Under Yin Chuan's constant protection, Tang San finally woke from his torment.

During that time, he had called out "Uncle" a total of 7,891 times...

"Uncle!"

"I'm fine now!"

"And I even gained something from this misfortune. Look!"

Tang San excitedly displayed his Golden Dragon Claw.

His right arm had grown a full circle larger, his fingers lengthened, and sharp claws shot out one after another like daggers, dazzling beneath the sunlight.

Dragon claws!

Golden Dragon Claws!

"My strength has also increased greatly. And my first soul skill really is Blue Silver Peak Strength, though its boost to strength isn't as powerful as yours."

After displaying his Golden Dragon Claw, Tang San showed his yellow century-old soul ring as well.

The skill was the same as Yin Chuan's.

Only, its quality was a little worse.

A Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast's soul ring had been condensed by Yin Chuan himself, and he had devoted more effort to the soul skill. Naturally, Tang San could not compare.

"Not bad, Little San. Your willpower is strong enough. You made it through."

"I'm proud of you!"

Yin Chuan smiled and nodded, placing a large hand atop Tang San's head and giving him a gentle pat.

One simple word of approval

made Tang San feel as if his feet were floating, his entire body trembling with excitement.

Uncle was proud of him!