The Tang Sect's Invitation

"Alright, Old Cen, you take Wulin down to rest first!"

"Understood!"

Cen Yue acknowledged the order and led Tang Wulin out of Mu Chen's office.

On the way, Cen Yue returned the storage ring containing the Black-Grade Mecha to Tang Wulin.

Cen Yue had arranged a luxuriously furnished room for Tang Wulin.

Tang Wulin sat cross-legged on the soft, large bed, preparing to begin his meditative cultivation.

Just then, Yao Lao suddenly emerged from the Spirit Ring and placed a pill formula into Tang Wulin's hand.

"Wulin, this is the first pill formula I have perfected since arriving in this world. See how much this formula is worth tomorrow!"

"Thank you, Yao Lao." Tang Wulin carefully tucked the formula into his storage soul device, his eyes filled with gratitude.

"Also, tomorrow you can ask the person buying the formula for a complete compendium of Douluo Continent's spirit herbs. The book you bought previously records too few herbs. Since that person dares to purchase all these formulas, their alchemy skills must be top-tier on this continent, and they surely know of more spirit herbs."

"Understood!" Tang Wulin nodded.

Yao Lao then returned to the Spirit Ring.

Afterward, Tang Wulin called Wu Zhangkong, and after much pestering and pleading, he finally convinced him to grant another day of leave.

The next morning.

Mu Chen and Cen Yue took Tang Wulin in a soul-guided car to a business park in East Sea City.

The park was vast, filled with many large buildings, and the aura of high-end technology was palpable.

"Wulin, have you heard of the Tang Sect?" Mu Chen asked suddenly.

The Tang Sect?

Tang Wulin had certainly heard of it; in fact, few people on the Douluo Continent hadn't. After all, this organization was as famous as Shrek Academy and the Spirit Pagoda.

It was also one of the few organizations on the Douluo Continent that had existed for over twenty thousand years.

"Of course I have, President. Why do you ask?"

Mu Chen smiled and said, "Because the friend I mentioned to you yesterday is a member of the Tang Sect!"

"What!" Tang Wulin hadn't expected President Mu Chen's friend to be from the Tang Sect. Did that mean their destination was the Tang Sect itself?

"Alright! We're here!" Cen Yue, who was driving, parked the soul-guided car in front of a building several dozen meters tall.

"Xuan Shi Tang Sect Technology Co., Ltd."

That was what was written on the building.

"Is this the Tang Sect?" Tang Wulin stepped out of the car and looked up at the building, which was brimming with a sense of technology.

"To be precise, this is the East Sea City branch of the Tang Sect. The person in charge here is a friend of mine." Mu Chen led Tang Wulin and Cen Yue to the entrance of the building.

Mu Chen pressed a button next to the main door, and soon, a screen appeared on the door displaying the three of them standing at the entrance.

"Old Xiao, stop sleeping and open the door!" Mu Chen shouted at the screen.

However, there was no reaction from the screen; it seemed as if no one was inside.

He shouted a few more times, but the result remained the same.

Mu Chen turned back with an embarrassed smile and said, "My friend is quite prone to sleeping due to his martial soul, so he's a bit hard to wake up."

"It's fine, President, I'm not in a hurry," Tang Wulin said with a smile.

"President, I think we should be a bit more forceful!" Cen Yue said from the side, covering his face.

"Sigh! Fine!"

Mu Chen's expression instantly turned serious, and rings of soul power rose from beneath his feet.

Purple, purple, purple, purple, black, black, black, black, black.

Nine soul rings—a Title Douluo! And his soul ring configuration was exceptionally high.

"Every blacksmith who reaches the level of Saint Craftsman is a Title Douluo. After all, without sufficient soul power to support it, how could one complete higher-difficulty forging?" Cen Yue explained to Tang Wulin on the side.

It seems that no matter the profession, if one wants to achieve greatness, soul power is the foundation. Tang Wulin thought of Yao Lao again. Yao Lao was an alchemist, but his combat strength was also formidable. It was the same principle; without sufficient battle energy, an alchemist could not achieve great things.

"High-danger target detected. Target is a Title Douluo. Initiating autonomous strike protocol."

A mechanical voice rang out from behind the door, and a large number of soul devices instantly appeared around the three of them, already beginning to charge.

"Whoa!"

Tang Wulin almost released his martial soul, but Cen Yue remained calm. He grabbed Tang Wulin's hand, signaling with his eyes that there was no need to panic.

Just as the soul devices finished charging and were about to fire, the door in front of Mu Chen slowly opened.

The soul devices were all retracted as the door opened.

"Oh my, Mu Chen! Can you not be so violent next time? Even if these soul devices don't fire, they still waste soul power reserves when they charge."

A disheveled, bearded middle-aged man slowly walked out from behind the door, stretching his arms as if he hadn't fully woken up yet.

"Hmph!" Mu Chen snorted coldly, retracting his martial soul and soul rings. "You still have the nerve to say that? I told you yesterday that I was bringing Wulin over today, yet here you are, still sleeping!"

"It's not like that! You know my martial soul's characteristics—sleeping is cultivation for me!"

At this moment, the middle-aged man seemed to catch a glimpse of Tang Wulin behind him. The sleepiness in his eyes vanished in an instant, and the next moment, he appeared right in front of Tang Wulin.

"You must be Tang Wulin! Hello."

"Hello, I am Tang Wulin." Tang Wulin greeted him politely. He hadn't even seen how this person had appeared before him so instantly, and he seemed to catch a faint scent that made a trace of drowsiness creep into his mind.

Mu Chen walked over, blocking Tang Wulin, and waved his hand. The scent vanished immediately.

"Alright, put away your fragrance! Just because you like to sleep doesn't mean others do."

The middle-aged man chuckled. "I was just testing his mental power!"

As soon as the scent disappeared, Tang Wulin instantly snapped back to full alertness.

Is this fragrance his ability? Tang Wulin wondered.

"His name is Xiao Bisheng, the person in charge of the Tang Sect branch in Eastsea City. Come to think of it, his martial soul is quite a strange one called the Dream Tapir, a dual-attribute martial soul of speed and mental power. He is the first person on the Douluo Continent to possess this martial soul. That fragrance is one of his martial soul's abilities; soul masters with weak mental power will fall asleep the moment they inhale it. Even more bizarrely, he doesn't need to meditate to cultivate; he grows stronger just by sleeping, which is why this guy spends most of his day asleep." Mu Chen provided a brief introduction to Xiao Bisheng's background.

"What a unique martial soul," Tang Wulin said with some surprise.

"Hey! Mu Chen, why do you have to put it so harshly? Getting stronger by sleeping is a talent, alright!"

"Fine, fine, fine! You certainly have a great talent!" Mu Chen couldn't be bothered to argue with him. "Don't forget the real reason we came here."

"Oh, right, right, right!" Xiao Bisheng tilted his head to look at Tang Wulin and said, "Come, let's go inside to talk."