The Message of Ten Drops of Dragon-Type Soul Beast Blood

"The Space-Time Dragon was the shadow guard of the Dragon God back in the day, possessing a potent draconic bloodline. One could say its bloodline hierarchy is second only to the Nine Sons of the Dragon God."

"So, Old Tang, are you saying that Xie Xie's martial soul has affected the Golden Dragon King seal within my body?" Tang Wulin asked cautiously.

Old Tang nodded, appearing quite helpless as well.

"So now I must find ten drops of dragon-type spirit beast blood within seven days to absorb the power of that first seal."

Old Tang merely nodded again, seemingly unable to come up with a better idea.

Finding ten drops of dragon-type spirit beast blood in seven days—how incredibly difficult that was for a nine-year-old Tang Wulin.

Spirit beasts were already rare nowadays, let alone the even scarcer dragon-type ones. Even if such things were actually for sale, Tang Wulin dared not imagine how astronomical the price would be.

A sense of despair welled up in Tang Wulin's heart.

"Wulin, it is I who have harmed you." Yao Lao felt quite remorseful at this moment; he believed this was caused by his own unauthorized decision to upgrade the spirit soul to nine hundred and ninety-nine years.

Tang Wulin shook his head, forcing a smile onto his face: "Yao Lao, how could I blame you? You were kind enough to help me improve the quality of my spirit soul; I am too grateful to you to ever do that. If there is a problem, it is my own—I was too reckless, getting into a fight with someone as soon as school started."

"Wulin, rest assured. Although I do not have the blood of the dragon-type spirit beasts of your world on hand, take these medicinal pills and prescriptions, and find someone reliable to see how much money they can fetch."

Before long, a large stack of prescriptions was tossed out by Yao Lao. Judging by the quantity, there were at least several dozen.

What Tang Wulin did not know was that if these prescriptions appeared on the Dou Qi Continent, there was no telling how many powerhouses would fight over them.

Tang Wulin bowed deeply to Yao Lao: "Thank you, Yao Lao."

"No need for thanks; this is what I should do. You should keep these prescriptions safe first, and I will return to the Spirit Ring to think of a way to see how to resolve this Golden Dragon King seal of yours."

"I'm sorry to trouble you!"

Yao Lao nodded slightly and transformed into a wisp of white light, diving into the Spirit Ring.

"Wulin, the great power who left behind this wisp of my divine sense did not leave behind anything substantial. All I can do is provide some assistance when you absorb the Golden Dragon King power within the seal, so the rest can only depend on you."

Tang Wulin bowed to Old Tang once more: "Old Tang, you have already given me so much help. I am too grateful to even express it, so how could I ever blame you?"

"Sigh..."

With a flash of golden light before his eyes, Old Tang also vanished from before Tang Wulin, leaving only Tang Wulin standing all alone in the small grove.

"Forget it, I'd better head back to the academy first!" Tang Wulin gathered the prescriptions scattered on the ground and turned to walk toward the academy.

Half an hour later.

Tang Wulin pushed open the door to dormitory 205.

As soon as he entered the room, Xie Xie walked up to him.

"Hey! Where did you run off to just now? What about our duel?"

Tang Wulin's eyes were dim at this moment. He pushed Xie Xie aside, walked to his own bed, and sat down.

"Tang Wulin, what is the meaning of this! Is it really that hard to have a fight with me?"

Sitting on the bed, Tang Wulin's palm seemed to touch something. He tilted his head slightly to look; it was the thirty thousand federal credits Xie Xie had given him earlier.

Suddenly, Tang Wulin seemed to think of something. He raised his head and said to Xie Xie: "Xie Xie, I don't need these federal credits anymore. Could you give me ten drops of dragon-type spirit beast blood instead?"

"What!" Xie Xie's face was full of shock: "Tang Wulin, what kind of joke are you playing? Do you know what ten drops of dragon-type spirit beast blood mean? Not to mention that I don't have any, even if I did, I wouldn't give them to you."

Hearing Xie Xie's reply, Tang Wulin lowered his head again. That's right! In this era where everyone has spirit souls, how difficult a task it is to find ten drops of dragon-type spirit beast blood.

Seeing the dejected expression on Tang Wulin's face, Xie Xie felt a bit embarrassed to keep bringing up the fight.

"Although I don't know why you need dragon-type spirit beast blood, I can probably tell you where such things might be found."

Hearing this, Tang Wulin snapped his head up: "Really?"

"Of course it's real." Xie Xie held his chin high and said: "This young master just can't afford that stuff—no, wait, I mean I have no need for it at all, not that I don't know where it is."

Watching Tang Wulin's expectant expression, Xie Xie coughed lightly and continued: "For something as exceptionally precious as that, even East Sea Academy might not have it, but there are a few places with a high probability of having it."

"One: The East Sea City Spirit Pagoda."

"Two: The East Sea City Spirit Master Association."

"Three: The East Sea City Mecha Designer Association."

"Four: The East Sea Blacksmith Association."

"These four places have a relatively high chance of having that stuff."

Xie Xie's words were like clearing the clouds to reveal the sun for Tang Wulin, instantly waking him up.

That's right!

You could break your head trying to buy such things in the street markets and never find them; the only possibility was to try your luck at those major organizations.

Tang Wulin rushed forward and hugged Xie Xie: "Thank you, Xie Xie!"

"Hey, hey, hey! Are we that close? Let go!"

Tang Wulin released his hands, grabbed the backpack containing Yao Lao's prescriptions, and dashed out of the dormitory.

Seeing Tang Wulin about to leave again, Xie Xie chased him to the door and shouted loudly: "Hey! Remember to have a fight with me when you get back!"

Tang Wulin waved his arms as he ran. "Got it, you can beat me up however you want when the time comes."

"What a strange guy."

But come to think of it, why did I feel like my martial soul was being suppressed when I faced Tang Wulin? Isn't his martial soul Blue Silver Grass?

On the other side, after leaving the academy, Tang Wulin made a few inquiries and then sprinted quickly in a certain direction.

His destination was none other than the Eastsea City Blacksmith Association.

In truth, Tang Wulin had come to Eastsea City specifically to have his blacksmith rank evaluated at the Blacksmith Association; it was a task assigned to him by his teacher, Mang Tian, and forging was also the thing he was most familiar with.

However, Tang Wulin had been busy handling his enrollment the moment he arrived in Eastsea City, followed by a fight, and finally, the sudden eruption of the Golden Dragon King seal.

Moreover, if not for Xie Xie's hint, Tang Wulin would never have known that the Blacksmith Association possessed the blood of dragon-type soul beasts.

Over an hour later.

Tang Wulin arrived in front of a tall building. At the very top of the structure stood a statue of a hammer, the most iconic item for blacksmiths.

In the middle of the fountain in front of the building stood a golden statue several meters high.

Tang Wulin, however, was in no mood to admire these things. He walked straight into the lobby, where there were relatively few people; perhaps most of the blacksmiths were currently swinging their forging hammers in the forging rooms!

"Little brother, who are you looking for?" A sweet-looking young girl walked toward Tang Wulin.

"Hello, big sister, I'm looking for Master Cen Yue."