Silver Dragon Fish in East Sea City

The sunset is infinitely beautiful, but it is near dusk.

Yang Fan watched the small figures who had just awakened their martial souls for the first time, and his heart felt as if it had been lightly stung by something.

Watching each child go through the awakening process, Yang Fan felt as if he were seeing his past self.

He saw the version of himself that was once filled with excitement over transmigrating, the version that was cowardly and helpless due to low innate soul power, and the version that was reborn with the help of a hundred-thousand-year soul bone.

How could a youth understand the taste of sorrow? He laughs and treats the vicissitudes of life as the price of wine.

"Yin'er, why do I feel like I've grown a bit old?"

"A Yin" was no longer a suitable nickname for Lan Yin; given their friendship over the past two years, addressing her directly as Lan Yin felt too formal and distant.

As someone who possessed the "Saint Body of a Two-Lifetime Bachelor," Yang Fan had a flash of inspiration and came up with a nickname that was both cringeworthy and embarrassing for Lan Yin.

"If you're already old, then what does that make me—a hundred-thousand-year soul beast? In your eyes, wouldn't I be a shameless old woman, an old cow grazing on tender grass?"

Lan Yin was meticulous and gentle; naturally, she sensed Yang Fan's inner thoughts and used a joke to skillfully guide him.

She also believed that even if she didn't offer guidance, Yang Fan would eventually figure it out on his own. After all, he had never hidden his goal from her: to become an immortal god.

Lan Yin was not disappointed; Yang Fan did indeed adjust his mindset quickly.

"I was just feeling a bit sentimental. I feel like I've experienced so much on this journey, and suddenly, I'm a bit curious about the taste of wheat juice."

In the first ten years after arriving in Douluo, he had lived an unremarkable life, but ever since he obtained his first soul ring and activated the Heart of Eros, he felt as if he were being pushed forward by an invisible hand.

Stealing from Lan Yin, opening the treasure appraisal, knowing the Son of Heaven, and traversing the Dragon King.

It had been less than two years, yet it was several times more exciting than the entirety of Yang Fan's previous life.

After finishing their meal at the Peace Hotel (East Sea Branch), the most famous restaurant in East Sea City, the father and daughter of the Xu family were on their way home by car.

"Xiaoyan, why do you look so pensive after your martial soul awakening?"

Xu Chengxing patted his daughter's little head, sensing that his "little cotton-padded jacket" was in a strange mood.

"Dad, do you believe in love at first sight?"

Xu Xiaoyan glanced out the window by chance and saw a figure who felt very familiar, holding hands with a silver-haired girl around her age, acting all lovey-dovey in the park without a shred of shame.

"Huh?!"

Xu Chengxing was stunned for a moment, then immediately flew into a rage.

"Where did this pedophile come from? I'll have to make him take a good look at the federal laws and let him experience the power of truth!"

As he spoke, he patted the holster inside his jacket.

Daring to mess with his precious daughter? Where did this ghost-fire punk come from? He wouldn't let him off easily!

Xu Xiaoyan pointed to a garden behind them outside the car. "There's someone in that garden. I feel like I know him. I don't know if it's love at first sight, but that's how it seems to be written in novels."

Hearing the word "novel," Xu Chengxing felt a bit confused.

Didn't he tell Xiao Yu to hide those romance novels and keep them away from Xiaoyan? Where did this girl find them?

However, he also breathed a sigh of relief. It was just the influence of novels; it wasn't a pervert or a punk. Crisis averted.

"I'll send someone to pull the surveillance footage from there for you to see later. For now, you need to come home with me and honestly explain what's going on with these novels."

Xu Chengxing patted Xu Xiaoyan's little head, annoyed.

He only had one daughter; what else could he do but spoil her?

To outsiders, Xu Chengxing was the most promising rising star in East Sea City's political scene, but at home, his status was only slightly higher than his son, Xu Xiaoyu.

His wife, Xiao Yu, was the boss, Xiaoyan was second, and only then was it his turn as the vice-minister.

However, with the cooperation with the Spirit Pagoda, that "vice" title should be removed soon. Only with power could he better protect such a large family.

Looking back at the park, Xu Xiaoyan felt that the familiar figure could be none other than Yang Fan.

One hour ago.

After leaving the Spirit Pagoda, Yang Fan had wandered into this park without realizing it, walking along a path paved with pebbles.

His black, choppy hair was blown neatly by the sea breeze, and the Monocle on his right eye—with its dark gold frame and deep purple lens—refracted a profound luster under the sunlight.

He stood tall and straight; although he looked somewhat thin, every step he took carried a natural rhythm.

After walking for a while, Yang Fan stopped and turned around.

Standing about two meters behind him was a girl.

The girl looked no more than six or seven years old, wearing an absurdly oversized, tattered burlap garment that looked like it had been fished out of a trash can. She was covered in dirt and grime, looking exactly like a little beggar who had run away from a refugee camp.

But beneath those dirty bangs hid a pair of clear, lively eyes like purple crystals, along with a few stubborn strands of short silver hair.

Yang Fan looked at her, and she looked at Yang Fan.

Yang Fan took a step to the left.

The little beggar also shifted a step to the left.

Yang Fan took a step to the right.

The little beggar immediately shifted one step to the right as well.

Yang Fan took a deep breath, feeling as if the Monocle on his right eye was heating up slightly from his speechlessness.

He had been sitting on a park bench just moments ago when this girl drifted over like a ghost, standing before him without saying a word.

Yang Fan had assumed she was hungry and was just about to pull out some Federal coins to send her on her way, but the girl simply stared fixedly at the Monocle on his right eye, then began a shadow-like routine where she followed wherever he went and stopped whenever he stopped.

"I say..." Yang Fan finally couldn't hold it in anymore. He leaned forward slightly, his slender fingers pushing up the Monocle on the bridge of his nose, attempting to break the stalemate with a tone that was gentle yet filled with a sense of oppression, "Little girl, did you get separated from your family, or... could you please stop following me?"

The little beggar blinked her purple eyes, still remaining silent.

Yang Fan was panicking now.

He thought for a moment and suddenly realized that the little beggar before him looked exactly like the debut appearance of the Silver Dragon King, a being of world-shaking wisdom from the original work.

Although there were some discrepancies, it was normal for there to be differences between a novel and reality.

But could someone tell him why such a massive Silver Dragon fish wasn't heading to Aolai City on Awakening Day to cling to the Son of the God King, instead of running off to East Sea City?

In a sprawling metropolis like East Sea City where every inch of land was worth gold, wasn't it quite strange to encounter a Silver Dragon fish disguised as a little beggar?

Let me observe the people in the park: the old man slowly practicing Tai Chi, the woman pushing a baby carriage, the young people jogging around the park...

He realized that although East Sea City was quite crowded in the middle of summer, he couldn't shake the feeling of an indescribable silence.

This silence was somewhat terrifying; it wasn't a physical silence, but rather a silence on a spiritual level.

This gave Yang Fan an ominous premonition.

He constantly felt as if he were being watched by countless pairs of eyes.

Yet, he couldn't find anyone who was actually staring at him.

I shouldn't have attracted the attention of Tang Hao or A Yin from this era, right?

He had originally thought his concealment was quite good; A Yin was sleeping in Shrek waiting to awaken Tang Wulin's power, and Tang Hao was playing the ultimate lurker, preparing for something big.

Theoretically, their perspectives shouldn't be focused on an ant like him who hadn't even obtained a second spirit ring.

But the appearance of Na'er made him feel somewhat uncertain.

"Celestial Worthy of Heaven and Earth for Blessings, Heavenly Lord of Heaven and Earth for Blessings, God Almighty of Heaven and Earth for Blessings, Heavenly Venerable of Heaven and Earth for Blessings."

"If someone is truly plotting against me, you must protect me!"

"Right, and my most beloved God of Poverty, The Fool who does not belong to this era, the Mysterious Ruler Above the Gray Fog, the King of Yellow and Black who holds good luck. Great Lord of the Mysteries, please let my journey through the Legend of the Dragon King go smoothly."

Yang Fan was already so desperate that he began casting coordinates randomly to various otherworldly big shots.

However, it was a pity; this was Douluo, not Lord of the Mysteries, and no one responded to his prayers.