Golden Dragon King: I Just Inherited the Dragon God's Wisdom

Where exactly did things go wrong?

Everything had been fine during the initial fusion, and there had been no issues with contacting the Silver Dragon King's source power.

Could it be that his own son's talent was too poor? Was the compatibility between the Silver Dragon King and the Qian Jue martial soul just not high enough?

Tang San's divine consciousness sank into deep self-doubt.

No, that was impossible.

His son was the child of a God King, inheriting a great divine bloodline; how could such a situation occur?

Just as Tang San's consciousness searched for the reason behind the failed martial soul fusion, Tang Wulin, outside, wore a blank expression.

Shock, confusion, and finally, disappointment and sadness.

Several expressions flashed across his young face in quick succession, and a sense of grievance suddenly welled up in his heart.

That feeling of distress was no less than when he had spent three years working hard at the forge, saving up Federal Credits only to exchange them at the Spirit Pagoda for Little Gold, such a broken, artificial soul spirit.

"So, I don't have the qualifications..."

Tang Wulin slumped on the sofa, his entire being dejected and looking pitiful.

Xie Xie and Wang Jinxi exchanged glances, then took the initiative to step forward and comfort him.

"Don't be discouraged. Your situation is quite special, Wulin. Although Blue Silver Grass is recognized as a trash martial soul, your bloodline is very unique!"

"Who knows? Once your soul power level increases and your bloodline is further developed, you might be able to perform a martial soul fusion skill with the Captain."

Wang Jinxi, standing to the side, felt exhausted just watching.

Come on, buddy. Even though Blue Silver Grass is indeed trash—that's a recognized fact—you don't say that when comforting someone. Isn't that just rubbing salt in the wound?

Sure enough, Tang Wulin felt even more dejected after hearing this. He buried his head between his legs and sobbed softly.

Watching Tang Wulin in this state, Qian Jue was suddenly reminded of the nine children he had raised in his past life.

"Sigh, I can only blame myself for being too soft-hearted~"

Qian Jue controlled his body to walk over to Tang Wulin. He didn't say anything, just sat down and gently hugged him.

"Alright, alright. If it doesn't work the first time, we'll just try a second time."

"We're all good friends; if you're sad, I'm sad too."

"We have plenty of time ahead of us, so we can take it slow. Being too eager for success isn't always a good thing, you know."

Tang Wulin looked at Qian Jue. In his Kanna form, he appeared so gentle, radiating a kind of maternal glow.

Gradually, he stopped sobbing.

Xie Xie and the others watched from the side, deeply shocked.

They had actually sensed a motherly aura coming from Qian Jue (in his Kanna form).

Was this the "Loli Mom" that had been trending on the Soul Net lately?

Tang Wulin's emotions gradually stabilized. He wiped away his tears and said earnestly, "Don't worry, Captain. I will definitely work twice as hard in the future to ensure I can perform a martial soul fusion with you!"

"Alright, I'll always be here."

Qian Jue habitually patted Tang Wulin's head. He had done this often when raising Xiao Jiu and those little dragon cubs in his past life, and he had reached out subconsciously before he could stop himself.

Receiving the head-pat, Tang Wulin stared at Qian Jue's youthful yet mature-looking face. His face flushed bright red in an instant, and he scrambled to his feet, retreating a few steps.

"Captain, I'm going back to rest now. See you tomorrow."

With that, Tang Wulin ran back to his bedroom without looking back.

Afterward, Qian Jue deactivated his martial soul fusion form.

Once it was deactivated, Gu Yue and Na'er, who had been bickering incessantly just moments ago, fell completely silent.

Qian Jue even had a fleeting illusion that they seemed to be avoiding him.

"Junior Brother, I'm a bit tired today. It might be an aftereffect of the fusion. I'm going to rest, too."

"Hey, hey, me too! Big Sister Gu Yue, take me with you. I'm sleeping with you tonight."

The two of them kept their heads down and returned to their bedroom together.

Qian Jue was left completely bewildered.

The hearts of women—truly impossible to understand.

Forget it, forget it. I'd better focus on my cultivation; raising my soul power is the most important thing right now.

After a moment of thought, Qian Jue's gaze fell on Wang Jinxi and Xie Xie in the living room. "Since they've left, you two stay behind and meditate with me tonight."

"It's the perfect chance to see just how much you, with your fused soul bone, and he, with his Bone Dragon King martial soul, can improve."

Seeing Qian Jue closing in, Xie Xie and Wang Jinxi closed their eyes and accepted their fate.

Bring it on!

The three of them sat down in the living room, centered around the Dragon Rising Pillar, and began to meditate after releasing their martial souls.

Sure enough, with the assistance of the Dragon Rising Pillar, Xie Xie and Wang Jinxi could clearly feel the speed at which their soul power circulated through their meridians accelerating.

It was fifty percent faster than their own cultivation!

Not only that, but the two also felt a scorching heat throughout their bodies; the dragon bloodline hidden within them seemed to be awakened at this moment, slowly enhancing all their physical attributes in every aspect.

"Heh... hehe... oh no, this feeling, what if I get addicted?"

Wang Jinxi was practically drooling.

It was also the first time Xie Xie had ever felt so good during meditative cultivation.

Off to the side, Zhang Yangzi watched the two of them sitting there with their eyes closed and silly grins on their faces, his heart deeply shaken.

Is this even martial soul cultivation? This is just like being on drugs.

The scene was too bizarre; Zhang Yangzi couldn't bring himself to accept it, and since he didn't possess a dragon-type martial soul, he couldn't receive the bonus anyway.

Taking one last look at Wang Jinxi, he felt a twinge of reluctance, but he still turned around and headed back upstairs.

Inside the room, Tang Wulin sat cross-legged, releasing his Blue Silver Grass martial soul to engage in meditative cultivation under the moonlight.

Following the gentle, motherly guidance Qian Jue had just provided, his determination to cultivate had only grown firmer.

As long as his soul power cultivation was high enough, he would be able to unlock more of the Golden Dragon King seals.

In that case, his human blood would decrease while his dragon blood increased; when he eventually became a full-fledged little dragon-man, he might even surpass Gu Yue in terms of martial soul compatibility!

"This inferior Blue Silver Grass martial soul is the greatest obstacle between the Captain and me."

"I must let the Golden Dragon King bloodline thoroughly transform it!"

Within the Sea of Consciousness, Tang San's divine sense perceived his son's resolve, and he felt like crying but had no tears.

It was great that his son was striving for self-improvement, but being told by his own son that his martial soul bloodline was trash still stung quite a bit.

Suddenly, the gaze of Tang San's divine sense sharpened, landing on those layers of seals in the deepest part of the sea.

"Golden Dragon King, it was you who played tricks earlier, wasn't it? When the martial soul fusion failed, I sensed that you manipulated Wulin's blood energy for an instant."

Only silence responded to him.

Could he have been mistaken?

"Golden Dragon King, no matter what you are plotting, as long as I am here, you will never be able to harm Wulin in the slightest!"

The calm Sea of Consciousness instantly stirred with towering waves, and the blue-gold Sea God's Light illuminated all directions. Tang San's divine sense hovered high above the sea surface, watching the Golden Dragon King seal with a grave expression.

Yet, there was still no response.

Was he really mistaken?

That made sense; the Golden Dragon King had inherited the madness and physical body of the Dragon God, possessing no intelligence whatsoever. Perhaps what happened just now was merely an accident.

Tang San's divine sense shook his head, turning back to continue his slumber and conserve his strength.

Once he had completely departed and fallen into a deep sleep, the Golden Dragon King Origin Divine Core within the seal quietly flashed with a streak of golden-red light.

"Tang San, oh Tang San, no one can stop my reunion with my wife."

"As long as you still covet the power of the Dragon God, your greed will ultimately become the stepping stone for my resurrection."

Within the divine core, the Golden Dragon King's gaze turned toward Tang Wulin.

This vessel he had chosen back then might eventually become the greatest aid in her seeing the light of day once more.