Tang God-King Template, Preparing to Intercept Tang San

"Finally, I've arrived."

Standing in Nuoding City, Tang Chuan couldn't help but sigh as he looked at the hawking vendors and the constant stream of people flowing through the city gates.

It had been sixteen years since he transmigrated to the Douluo Dalu, and like any proper transmigrator, Tang Chuan possessed a system.

For Tang Chuan, this was undoubtedly a fantastic stroke of luck. With a system, he could look forward to bullying the "Master," unifying the Douluo Dalu, and ascending to the God Realm with his beautiful companions—the mere thought was delightful.

Unfortunately, fate had other plans; the system vanished after leaving behind a character template and an interface to check his status.

Such behavior was nothing short of betrayal! Who had ever heard of a transmigrator's system running off at the very beginning?

Fortunately, Tang Chuan had relied on his Blue Silver Emperor and Clear Sky Hammer martial souls to successfully reach level sixty. Being a Soul Emperor in a place like Nuoding City was undoubtedly a form of dimensional reduction warfare.

Furthermore, this template had a very convenient feature: it unlocked soul rings upon breaking through to the corresponding levels, meaning Tang Chuan's configuration was exactly the same as Tang San's.

By now, he had progressed the template to the point where all his Blue Silver Emperor soul rings were black, leaving only the eventual unlocking of the Sea God divinity.

[Tang Chuan]

[Template: Sea God/Asura God Tang San]

[Blue Silver Emperor Soul Ring Configuration: Black, Black, Black, Black, Red, Black]

[Clear Sky Hammer Soul Ring Configuration: Unlocks after Blue Silver Emperor configuration is complete]

[Domains:

Unlocked: Blue Silver Domain

Locked: Deathgod Domain, Sea God Domain, Asura Domain]

[Abilities/Soul Skills: Mysterious Heaven Record, Bind, Parasite... Power of the Earth (Locked), Titan Hammer (Locked)... Nine Absolute Strikes of the Clear Sky (Locked), Thirteen Golden Halberds (Locked)]

[Soul Bones: Deep Sea Demonic Whale King Torso Bone (Locked), Azure Bull Python Right Arm Bone (Locked), Titan Giant Ape Left Arm Bone (Locked), Evil Tiger Whale King Left Leg Bone (Locked), Blue Silver Emperor Right Leg Bone, Wisdom Skull Bone, Eight Spider Lances]

Looking at the long list of locked soul skills on the panel, Tang Chuan felt helpless, but these things were only a matter of time. The immediate priority was to lure Tang San over.

Upon arriving in this world, Tang Chuan had no intention of becoming Tang San's enemy; taking him on as a disciple was far more interesting.

One had to understand Tang San's personality: to put it bluntly, it was blind loyalty, or to put it kindly, he was a staunch warrior of feudalism!

Filial piety and loyalty were his most important bottom lines; to offend them was to invite death.

While Tang Chuan held the template of the God King Tang San, he was not Tang San himself, and his mindset remained normal.

As for whether he could successfully bring Tang San into the fold, Tang Chuan had his ways. Hadn't the "Master" in the original story managed to take on a disciple just by talking nonsense?

That trash couldn't even become a god after absorbing divine blood, stopping forever at the Title Douluo level, which proved it wasn't Tang San who was bad to his teacher.

Tang Chuan was brimming with confidence regarding his ability to teach Tang San. He had the same Blue Silver Emperor, the same Clear Sky Hammer, and he even knew the same Mysterious Heaven Record. His Blue Silver Emperor wouldn't even "occupy" Tang San's spot, as Tang Chuan's was provided by the template.

Although Tang San had little experience in his past life and remained so after arriving in the Douluo Dalu, one option was a sixteen-year-old level sixty genius, and the other was a fifty-year-old level twenty-nine failure.

Even a pig would know who to choose.

Besides, Tang Chuan had arrived at the Nuoding City gate early to intercept them.

With the camouflage of the Blue Silver Domain, Tang Chuan wouldn't expose his absurd soul ring configuration this early on.

Just then, a carriage slowly rolled in through the city gate. Tang Chuan immediately felt a resonance; the people sitting inside were definitely Tang San and Old Jack.

When the two stepped down, Tang Chuan didn't approach immediately. Being too sudden might cause a misunderstanding; it was better to let things take their natural course.

"Brother, we're here to enroll. This is our spirit master certification. Please take a look; we're work-study students from Holy Soul Village."

"Innately full soul power? Blue Silver Grass? Are you joking? There's a limit to how much you can fake!"

The gatekeeper, as expected, began to make things difficult, and it wasn't hard to tell from his body language what he was implying.

Unfortunately, Old Jack and Tang San were from the countryside and had no idea what the man wanted.

"Forget about your Holy Soul Village. You'd better just leave; Nuoding Academy doesn't accept fakes!"

"Hold on. You just said he has innately full soul power?"

Just as the gatekeeper was about to drive the two away, a blue figure slowly walked over.

With blue hair, blue eyes, and handsome features, the man had a gentle and refined temperament. He wore a magnificent garment that looked as if it were woven from Blue Silver Grass, trimmed with golden patterns.

Looking closely, one could even detect a touch of divinity about him.

The moment Tang Chuan appeared, Tang San's eyes went wide.

He could actually see his own reflection in the other man, as if they were the same person.

What a handsome man. I can vaguely see my future self in him. Is it an illusion?

Even though our appearances are worlds apart...

A tremor stirred in Tang San's heart—a form of suppression that a superior held over an inferior.

Tang Chuan's martial soul was already the Blue Silver Emperor; every blade of Blue Silver Grass on the continent was his subject. Although Tang San possessed the Blue Silver Emperor bloodline, he was currently still just a blade of Blue Silver Grass.

The intimacy of the bloodline and the resonance of the martial souls could not be faked. Tang San now felt an urgency; he wanted to know what kind of relationship he had with this man.

Seeing Tang Chuan's attire, the gatekeeper immediately played dead, quietly retreating a few steps to the side.

This young master clearly held an extraordinary status. Since he was a mere gatekeeper and these country bumpkins seemed to know the man, he naturally didn't dare to say another word.

"Child, is your martial spirit Blue Silver Grass? Would you mind letting me see your martial spirit certification?"

Old Jack bent down to pick up the certification that the gatekeeper had carelessly tossed onto the ground and handed it to Tang Chuan with trembling hands.

"Tang San, martial spirit Blue Silver Grass, innate full soul power."

"Not bad, Xiao San, may I call you that? I always feel a sense of familiarity with you, as if I've seen you somewhere before."

Tang Chuan took the certification, glanced at it casually, and then crouched down to look at Tang San with a gentle gaze.

Seeing the other person's face so close to his own, Tang San couldn't help but feel a surge of excitement. This feeling—it was practically looking at himself!

But why would they be so similar? The man was much older than him, so there could only be one real reason: could this be my father, Tang San?

"O-of course you can!"

"You can just call me Xiao San!"

"My name is Tang Chuan. Come to think of it, we even share the same surname; what a coincidence!"

Watching the excited Tang San before him, Tang Chuan reached out to stroke the boy's head. After briefly explaining the situation to Old Jack, he prepared to take him to enroll.

This time, the gatekeeper did not step forward to block them. He stood to the side, silent, and was therefore not marked for death by Tang San.

As the two walked along the road, enhanced by the Blue Silver Domain, Tang Chuan could sense a figure in black robes approaching rapidly from not far away. The sound of ragged breathing was enough to reveal the turmoil in the person's heart.