Breaking the First Seal

Seeing the yearning in Tang Wulin's eyes, Chen Ye paused briefly, then nodded calmly.

"Sure. Which spirit herbs do you need, and when do you need them?"

"Brother Chen, I need them right now. Could you get them to me by tomorrow night at the latest?"

As Tang Wulin spoke, a hint of embarrassment crossed his face. He knew he was asking for a lot.

Although he only needed century-old spirit herbs, collecting them still took a long time unless you had powerful connections.

In the original timeline, Xie Xie had taken him to an auction before he managed to gather everything.

So asking for them within a day was a bit much. Chen Ye simply nodded without concern.

"Give me the details now. In fifteen minutes, I'll take you to pick them up."

"I need a century-old Ice Crystal Fruit, a century-old Red Fruit, and ten drops of blood from a century-old dragon-type Soul Beast."

Tang Wulin was a little surprised by Chen Ye's promise, but he answered without hesitation.

Hearing this, Chen Ye nodded, then immediately took out his Soul Tool and made a call.

He called one of his clones—the Spirit Pagoda deacon.

Chen Ye received excellent treatment at the Spirit Pagoda. Even though Leng Yaozhu had said they didn't need to cater to him,

the Spirit Pagoda's higher-ups here wouldn't dare take her words at face value. So he could get whatever he wanted. Until now, another deacon had been in charge of that.

But after he took control of his clone, he had the clone replace the deacon responsible for arranging his supplies.

After all, asking himself for something meant he wouldn't feel awkward.

Chen Ye made a show of giving a few instructions, then took Tang Wulin straight to the school entrance.

Tang Wulin was clearly nervous. He had only learned about the conditions a short while ago.

Especially when he thought of the terrifying Golden Dragon King inside his body, panic—rarely seen in his eyes—came over him.

He had actually wanted to tell Chen Ye about it, but the consciousness in his mind, Old Tang, kept telling him not to tell anyone.

And Tang Wulin felt a strange sense of trust toward Old Tang.

So Tang Wulin glanced at Chen Ye several times, looking as if he wanted to speak, but said nothing.

Chen Ye didn't mind. He already knew the truth, after all, and had even been waiting for this day.

About ten minutes later, a Soul Tool car slowly pulled up, and a middle-aged man got out.

He held a bag containing the two spirit fruits and a glass bottle filled with dragon-type Soul Beast blood.

Seeing these things handed to him so easily, Tang Wulin looked excited.

He looked at Chen Ye, admiration in his eyes. "Thanks, Brother Chen. You're incredible!"

"Don't worry, Brother Chen. I'll pay you back for these materials by next month at the latest. You can decide how much interest to charge!"

"It's nothing. There's no rush to pay me back. But I'd like to ask what you need these things for."

"Century-old spirit herbs and fruits can't be combined carelessly, or they might cause adverse effects."

Chen Ye looked at Tang Wulin, his face full of concern.

Feeling Chen Ye's sincere concern, Tang Wulin's nose began to sting.

His lips parted. He wanted to tell Chen Ye the truth, but just then, a voice slowly rang out in his mind.

"Wulin, don't say anything rash. This is your greatest secret. If you reveal it, you could very well die. Never tell anyone about this."

"Just make up any excuse. You don't need to worry too much about him. He won't find out."

Hearing the calm yet gentle voice in his mind, Tang Wulin's lips parted, but in the end, he said nothing.

He only lowered his head slightly and quietly explained to Chen Ye, "I have my own use for them."

"Don't worry, Brother Chen. It won't have any adverse effects, and it won't cause me any discomfort. Please believe me."

As Tang Wulin spoke, Chen Ye looked straight at him.

A mischievous smile appeared on his face as he directly imagined the Dragon of Imagination within his body.

Then he imagined away the Authority of the Sun and the Authority of the Hanged Man within his Memory as well.

At that moment, a golden, shimmering divine sense inside Tang Wulin was watching Chen Ye through Tang Wulin's eyes.

It had no eyes, but there was a trace of disdain in its "gaze."

Old Tang had remembered who he was, as well as the plan he had left behind.

It was an almost mad and almost ruthless plan, but if it succeeded, his son could become the Golden Dragon King.

By then, he would at least attain God King status, and might even become the next Dragon God.

So Old Tang wasn't focused on Chen Ye at all.

He only swept his awareness over Chen Ye before carefully sensing for his parents' presence.

Only after sensing that his parents were both asleep did he calm his divine sense.

What he didn't know was that Chen Ye had seen every trace of his fluctuation.

A faint, almost imperceptible smile flickered across Chen Ye's face, then faded.

"All right, Wulin. Brother Chen believes you. You should head back now. Be careful not to overdo it. If you can't withstand the medicinal power, make sure to contact me."

As he spoke, Chen Ye reached out and patted Tang Wulin on the head.

Moved, the boy nodded earnestly, then headed toward the dormitory.

Chen Ye remained where he was for a while. Then another Chen Ye returned to the dormitory.

Meanwhile, behind Tang Wulin, Chen Ye stood watching him with interest.

It was evening, and his roommates were working hard to ensure tomorrow's competition went smoothly, so Tang Wulin went straight to the classroom of Class Five.

There were no surveillance cameras in the classroom. This era still placed greater emphasis on technological weapons.

Other areas, especially civil affairs, had advanced, but they still fell far short of matching that progress.

So Tang Wulin entered the room and locked the door, leaving himself alone in the entire classroom.

Looking at the dim surroundings, Tang Wulin took a deep breath.

He took out the mixing tools he had prepared at his seat, put the two spirit fruits together, and began to mash them.

What he didn't know was that Chen Ye was watching the scene with interest right beside him—practically next to his head.

Tang Wulin mashed the two spirit fruits together, then added ten drops of dragon-type Soul Beast blood.

Looking at the strange, glimmering liquid, Chen Ye turned his gaze to Tang Wulin. A resolute look was on Tang Wulin's face. Without the slightest hesitation, he lifted the mixture and swallowed it.