Tang Wulin: I Can't Be a Beast!

Le Qingling stared blankly.

She indicated that she had not understood.

Bi Ji and Zi Ji likewise indicated that they had not understood. Zi Ji, being straightforward by nature, said:

"Wouldn't it be simpler, more direct, and more effective to imitate Huo Yuhao and Ju Zi's story?"

"Ju Zi borrowed a seed."

"She gave birth to a child, a crystallization that maintained the stability between both sides."

"Not reliable." Di Tian shook his head.

"Huo Yuhao pulled up his pants and ran away."

"Although there was pressure from the Divine Realm involved, it was still an unreliable method."

"You may imitate the outcome of Huo Yuhao and Ju Zi's story, but not the process."

"Imitating the outcome—having a child together to stabilize the relationship—is feasible."

"Mm... we can only imitate the outcome."

Honestly, there was no way to imitate the process.

What strength had Huo Yuhao possessed back then, and what strength did Tang Wulin possess now?

A true god-level Golden Dragon King body.

Using soul-guided machinery to borrow a seed was unrealistic.

Secretly drugging him, artificial insemination... tsk. Leaving aside whether they could drug Tang Wulin as he was now, even if they could—

Tang Wulin, unable to control his own strength, would be no one Le Qingling could withstand if he started up his little motor.

Her hardware was not up to standard.

No matter how much they talked about it, it was useless.

It was equally unrealistic and could be passed over directly.

"The only option is the core strategy."

"It still has to be the white moonlight crushing the red rose."

"Only after defeating the red rose—"

"—can we imitate the outcome of Huo Yuhao and Ju Zi's story. Tang Le will then willingly and gently have a crystallization with you, Little Le, to maintain the stability of your love."

Di Tian looked at Le Qingling again.

He rubbed his chin with one hand as he personally took charge:

"This outfit won't do."

"Change it."

"Change into a pure academy belle style."

"The hairstyle won't do either."

"Change it."

"Make it a tall, refreshing high ponytail."

"Her personality when interacting with Tang Le won't do either."

"Change it."

"It can't be the delicate little-girl act of someone clinging to him, nor can it be the explosive teacher act of a full-time manager. It has to be the gentle white moonlight of an older schoolmate who cares for her younger schoolmate wholeheartedly."

"Anyway, Tang Le in his amnesiac state is practically no different from a dull wooden puppet."

"..."

The lengthy white moonlight makeover plan flowed smoothly from Di Tian's mouth, as though he had seen Tang Wulin's white moonlight before.

Sigh~

He really had.

Snap!

With a snap of his fingers.

A painting formed from spiritual power slowly unfolded. It was not spiritual manifestation, merely a meticulous application of divine consciousness and spiritual power.

Divine consciousness served as the brush, spiritual power as the ink.

With bold strokes, he sketched a beautiful human girl.

She wore a pure academy-style outfit, her refreshing single ponytail tied high. With her gentle smile and youthful beauty, she gave off the impression of the first kind older schoolmate a junior might meet during academy life.

Clearly, every young man would meet a gentle older schoolmate with roughly the same style, yet such similar gentle older schoolmates were uniquely unforgettable in every young man's heart.

"Bi Ji, Zi Ji."

"Go."

Bi Ji and Zi Ji rose at the sound and walked toward Le Qingling, modifying her appearance according to the mental portrait Di Tian had provided.

Or rather, using a mundane evil art—makeup.

The template was Tang Wulin's one and only white-moonlight senior, the campus belle, "Ouyang Zixin."

The kind of white moonlight he had never attained!

Tang Wulin had confessed to his white-moonlight senior at the age when love first blossomed, only to be rejected.

The buffs were fully stacked.

Le Qingling obediently accepted Bi Ji and Zi Ji's makeover while listening to Di Tian's advice.

Her expression kept shifting unpredictably.

"Ah?"

"Will this really work?"

"Wear a school uniform, stand beneath the sunlight on the athletic field, and smile at Tang Le."

"Ask Tang Le to go morning running with you on the academy field. After running together for a few days, gently call him a little fool and say he still got distracted while running, just like before."

"If Tang Le wants to visit where I live, don't let him use the front door. Make him climb in through the window."

"..."

"Th-this... will this really work?"

"Of course."

"People are always trapped for a lifetime by the things they could never attain in their youth."

Di Tian's voice was both wistful and confident.

"I'll also provide you with a few matching love songs."

With a click, he plucked the soundstrings of spiritual power.

"Back to the very first starting point~ Your youthful face in my memories~"

"Like a poem, like a painting~ What I cannot let go of is this longing~"

"Love is not a sin~ Forgetting love is not freedom~"

"You must wear the necklace I gave you~ Hang my photo from it~"

"..."

"A tiered setup, striking blow after blow."

"I guarantee I'll train Tang Le into... cough, I mean, I guarantee you'll win Tang Le over."

At last, Le Qingling gained confidence.

Others might not know how devastating Di Tian's love songs were, but how could she not?

After all.

The inexhaustible supply of love songs had contributed immensely to Tang Le becoming famous throughout the Federation over the past six years.

No one knew why.

Every single love song became a massive hit, as though his words could make the law.

Le Qingling left brimming with confidence.

She left Elf Planet carrying the core strategy Di Tian had devised—"white moonlight defeats the cinnabar mole"—as well as the mission he had assigned her: to gather fragments of divine artifacts containing the aura of the laws of the divine path of destruction.

Di Tian watched in the direction Le Qingling had departed.

He was watching the visible Le Qingling, as well as the invisible Tang Wulin.

Then he suddenly thought of something.

Tang Wulin, too, had returned to society with his memories sealed. And now Di Tian had concocted a white moonlight—Le Qingling cosplaying Ouyang Zixin—who could directly battle Gu Yuena, the cinnabar mole.

Once his memories returned, would the enormous disparity make Tang Wulin split apart, just like when Gu Yuena had first entered the human world?

Hiss~

It seemed, perhaps, maybe... it really was possible.

After all, he was half of the Dragon God.

Tang Wulin could split into Tang Wu and Tang Lin.

Then—

A wager where the left and right brains complemented each other.

Oh—no, that wasn't right—

There was still the first Golden Dragon King.

Did the Golden Dragon King seize the chance to break the seal, or did it crack apart along with it?

Who could say.

Di Tian was quite curious.

He had originally treated Tang Wulin as nothing more than an ATM he couldn't crack for the time being.

Now, though, it seemed that he truly deserved to be called the protagonist of the previous era. The more Di Tian dug, the more there was to uncover.

Hopefully, it wouldn't all be for nothing.

He hoped that when the time came, he would not only dig out a "cracked version of Tang Le wholeheartedly devoted" that would benefit Le Qingling, but also divine artifacts and opportunities that would benefit himself.

Le Qingling moved with remarkable speed.

After leaving Elf Planet, she boarded the fastest spacecraft and flew toward Douluo Home Planet, where Tang Wulin was.

And while she was flying toward Douluo Home Planet—

On Douluo Home Planet.

Inside a luxurious villa.

Tang Wulin sat on the sofa, his face twisted in pain.

He really had fallen for Le Qingling.

Especially whenever he saw the love-song lyrics Le Qingling had written for him, his heart would beat even faster.

But at the same time—

It hurt even more.

Every flutter of his heart was accompanied by the agony of thorns twisting through it.

In his hazy memories, it felt as though a figure had filled his entire heart.

There was no room for anyone else.

Tang Le muttered to himself in a daze, his expression forlorn.

"That figure probably isn't Qingling."

"I should leave."

"Otherwise, it won't be good for either of us in the future."

As he spoke to himself, Tang Wulin made up his mind.

"I'll tell Qingling when she comes back."

"I can't hesitate. I can't be reluctant."

"Mm..."

"I can't be a beast."