"All right, Old Cen, take Wulin downstairs to rest."
"Okay!"
Cen Yue replied and led Tang Wulin out of Mu Chen's office.
On the way, Cen Yue returned the Storage Soul Tool ring containing the Black-Grade Mecha to Tang Wulin.
Cen Yue arranged a luxurious room for Tang Wulin.
Tang Wulin sat cross-legged on the soft bed, preparing to begin his meditation.
But just then, Yao Lao suddenly emerged from the Spirit Ring and placed a pill formula in Tang Wulin's hand.
"Wulin, this is the first pill formula I've perfected since coming to this world. Take a look tomorrow and see how much it's worth!"
"Thank you, Yao Lao." Tang Wulin carefully put the pill formula into his Storage Soul Tool, his eyes full of gratitude.
"Also, tomorrow you can ask the person buying the pill formula for a comprehensive guide to medicinal herbs on the Douluo Continent. The book you bought before listed too few herbs. Since that person dares to buy up every pill formula, his alchemy skills must be among the best on this continent, and he must know far more about medicinal herbs."
"Okay!" Tang Wulin nodded.
Then Yao Lao returned to the Spirit Ring.
After that, Tang Wulin called Wu Zhangkong. Only after a long bout of pleading and coaxing did Wu Zhangkong agree to give him another day off.
The next morning.
Mu Chen and Cen Yue took Tang Wulin to a business park in Eastsea City in a Soul Guidance car.
The park was vast, with many buildings inside. The air was thick with the aura of advanced technology.
"Wulin, have you heard of the Tang Sect?" Mu Chen suddenly asked.
The Tang Sect?
Of course Tang Wulin had heard of it. In fact, hardly anyone on the Douluo Continent hadn't heard of the Tang Sect. After all, it was an organization as famous as Shrek Academy and the Spirit Pagoda.
It was also one of the few organizations on the Douluo Continent with a history of over twenty thousand years.
"Of course I have, President. Why do you ask?"
Mu Chen smiled. "Because the friend I told you about yesterday is a member of the Tang Sect!"
"What!" Tang Wulin hadn't expected President Mu Chen's friend to be a member of the Tang Sect. Did that mean they were going to the Tang Sect now?
"All right! We're here!" Cen Yue, who was driving, stopped the Soul Guidance car in front of a building several dozen meters tall.
"Xuan Shi Tang Sect Technology Co., Ltd."
That was what the sign on the building read.
"This is the Tang Sect?" Tang Wulin got out of the car and looked up at the thoroughly futuristic building.
"To be precise, this is the Tang Sect's Eastsea City branch. The person in charge here is a friend of mine." Mu Chen led Tang Wulin and Cen Yue to the entrance.
Mu Chen pressed a button beside the door. Soon, a screen appeared on it, showing the three of them standing outside.
"Old Xiao, quit sleeping and open the door!" Mu Chen called out to the screen.
But nothing happened. It seemed no one was inside.
He called out several more times, but the result was the same.
Mu Chen turned back with an awkward smile. "My friend's Martial Soul makes him rather prone to sleep. He's a little hard to wake up."
"That's all right, President. I'm in no hurry," Tang Wulin said with a smile.
"President, I think we should use a more forceful approach," Cen Yue said, covering his face with one hand.
"Ah! Fine!"
Mu Chen's expression turned stern at once, and Soul Rings rose one by one from beneath his feet.
Purple, purple, purple, purple, black, black, black, black, black.
Nine Soul Rings— a Titled Douluo! And his Soul Ring Configuration was impressive, too.
"Every blacksmith who reaches the Saint Craftsman level is a Titled Douluo. Without enough Soul Power to support them, how could they possibly handle more difficult forging?" Cen Yue explained to Tang Wulin.
"So, no matter the profession, Soul Power is the foundation for achieving great things." Tang Wulin thought of Yao Lao. Yao Lao was an alchemist, but he was also a formidable fighter. It was the same principle: without sufficient Dou Qi, an alchemist couldn't achieve much either.
"Highly dangerous target detected. Target: Titled Douluo. Activating autonomous attack protocol."
A mechanical voice rang out from behind the door. Then a large number of Soul Tools appeared around them, already charging up.
"Whoa!"
Tang Wulin almost released his Martial Soul, but Cen Yue remained calm. He grabbed Tang Wulin's hand and gave him a look that said not to panic.
Just as the Soul Tools finished charging and were about to fire, the door in front of Mu Chen slowly opened.
As the door opened, all the Soul Tools retracted.
"Good grief, Mu Chen! Could you try not to be so violent next time? Even charging these Soul Tools without firing them wastes their Soul Power reserves."
A scruffy, middle-aged man slowly emerged from behind the door, stretching both arms overhead. He still looked half asleep.
"Hmph!" Mu Chen gave a cold snort and withdrew his Martial Soul and Soul Rings. "You've got some nerve! I told you yesterday I was bringing Wulin today, and you're still asleep!"
"It's not like you don't know what my Martial Soul is like! Sleeping is cultivation for me!"
Just then, the middle-aged man seemed to notice Tang Wulin behind them. Most of the drowsiness vanished from his eyes, and the next moment he was standing right in front of Tang Wulin.
"You must be Tang Wulin! Hello."
"Hello, I'm Tang Wulin." Tang Wulin greeted him politely. He hadn't even seen how the man had appeared in front of him so suddenly. What's more, he seemed to smell a faint fragrance, and a touch of drowsiness crept into his mind.
Mu Chen came over and stepped in front of Tang Wulin. With a wave of his hand, the fragrance disappeared at once.
"All right, stop spreading your fragrance. Just because you like sleeping doesn't mean everyone else does."
The middle-aged man smiled. "I was just testing his mental strength!"
As soon as the fragrance vanished, Tang Wulin came fully awake.
Is that fragrance one of his abilities? Tang Wulin wondered.
"His name is Xiao Bisheng, and he's in charge of the Tang Sect's Eastsea City branch. His Martial Soul is quite unusual. It's called Dream Tapir, and it's a dual-attribute Martial Soul that gives him speed and mental power. He's the first person on the Douluo Continent to possess one. That fragrance is one of his Martial Soul's abilities. Soul Masters with weak mental strength fall asleep the moment they inhale it. Even stranger, he doesn't need to meditate to cultivate. He gets stronger by sleeping, so he spends nearly most of his day asleep." Mu Chen briefly explained Xiao Bisheng's abilities.
"What an unusual Martial Soul," Tang Wulin said in surprise.
"Hey, Mu Chen, don't make it sound so bad! Getting stronger in your sleep is a skill, you know!"
"All right, all right! You're very skilled." Mu Chen couldn't be bothered to argue with him. "Don't forget why we came here."
"Oh, right, right!" Xiao Bisheng tilted his head toward Tang Wulin. "Come on, let's go inside and talk."
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