Golden Dragon Ascension!

"What happened?" Bei Bei spoke somewhat indistinctly, his face swollen from the beating.

"Nothing serious. A Soul Beast with a spiritual attribute showed up just now, and I beat it half to death. This kid Huo Yuhao insisted on absorbing it and is lying over there now, but judging by his condition, he should be fine." Tang Wulin yawned, without giving away the slightest hint that he was lying.

"Let's go. Bring this kid with us and look for other Soul Beasts. We'll settle Tang Ya's first, then find one for me." Tang Wulin smiled.

"Martial Granduncle, how many years are you planning for your fourth Soul Ring?" Bei Bei asked.

Tang Wulin smiled. "At least twenty thousand years. Let's go."

His second soul spirit, the Tyrant Dragon soul spirit, should appear by then.

At the same time, under normal circumstances, he should soon have Battle Armor. If there was none, then so be it—but if there was... heh heh!

With a complete set of Battle Armor, fighting a Titled Douluo would be no problem at all!

He could already challenge opponents above his level. With Battle Armor, wouldn't his strength rise to another level?

The main issue was that although he could forge metal, no one could design it for him. If he had a template, that would be absolutely wonderful.

Tang Ya soon woke up as well and looked at Huo Yuhao beside her. At that moment, Huo Yuhao was also slowly coming around.

Tang Wulin walked over and lightly patted Huo Yuhao's shoulder. "Kid, come with us. Your grilled fish is pretty good. If you're willing, come with me to Shrek City."

"Yuhao, why don't you join our Tang Sect?" Tang Ya said with a smile. "Our Tang Sect happens to have a spot that can get you into Shrek Academy."

Tang Wulin glanced at Tang Ya.

Tang Ya smiled. "Don't let my age fool you. I'm the current sect master of the Tang Sect. But if something happens to me, Brother Tang will be the next sect master, even though he isn't a Tang Sect disciple."

"But can outsiders inherit the Tang Sect?" Huo Yuhao asked, utterly bewildered.

"If he had shown up even a little earlier, I might not have become the Tang Sect's sect master. Do you know what Brother Tang's martial souls are?" Tang Ya smiled. She did not wait for Huo Yuhao to ask before continuing on her own. "They're the Blue Silver Emperor and the Clear Sky Hammer! Exactly the same as Lord Tang San, the Sea God Asura God and first sect master of the Tang Sect!"

Tang Wulin lowered his head and smiled.

He truly did possess the abilities of the Tang Sect's secret arts, though he normally did not use them. His cultivation method was naturally the Mysterious Heaven Skill as well.

There was no helping it. After all these years on the Douluo Continent, no one had developed any other cultivation method. Only the Mysterious Heaven Skill still had a fairly decent circulation speed.

As for improving cultivation methods, that was not something he should be doing now. If he wanted to improve such a thing, he would have to wait until he had reached a certain level first.

Besides, in a sense, the Mysterious Heaven Skill was also the crystallization of his ancestors' wisdom. It did not belong to Tang San alone.

In any case, he could not understand how a sect that used poison had ended up with such a righteous and peaceful cultivation method. It was like they had stolen someone else's thing and grafted it onto themselves—utterly discordant.

Tang Wulin smiled. "Let's go, Tang Ya. Are you really planning to keep choosing the Soul Beasts Tang San hunted for his Soul Rings as the source of your own Soul Rings?"

The group talked as they walked.

"Of course! My martial soul isn't like yours. Yours is the Blue Silver Emperor, while mine is only ordinary Blue Silver Grass. Naturally, I'm more compatible with Senior Tang San's choices!" Tang Ya declared proudly.

Tang Wulin covered his forehead. "Has it occurred to you that Tang San's was also the Blue Silver Emperor, and he simply went down the wrong path before?"

"How is that possible?!" Bei Bei immediately objected, his voice turning shrill. "How could Grandmaster Yu Xiaogang have been wrong? Besides, if he had been wrong, how could Lord Sea God have become a god?"

Tang Wulin rubbed his brow. Fine, for the sake of him being his ancestor, he would not argue with him...

"Sometimes, what you see is not necessarily right, Bei Bei. Forget it, I won't explain so much to you. Tang Ya, once you've decided, I'll help you. Let's go. You want a Mandala Snake, right?"

"Mm." Tang Ya nodded.

Tang Wulin looked at Huo Yuhao. Huo Yuhao tugged at the corner of Tang Wulin's clothes. "Big brother, my soul skill should be able to help you find Soul Beasts."

Upon hearing that, Tang Wulin nearly smacked himself in the head. He had almost forgotten that he had a human radar right here!

"Use your soul skill on us," Tang Wulin said to Huo Yuhao.

Even as he spoke, he continuously observed Huo Yuhao's expression. Seeing that Huo Yuhao was entirely willing, he smiled.

Then again, Huo Yuhao was still fairly innocent at this point—or perhaps simply a little simple-minded!

The tiniest bit of concern was enough to make him deeply grateful.

All he could say was that before Heavenly Love-Questioning Valley, Huo Yuhao could still be considered a normal person. He was usable, at least.

As for afterward...

All Tang Wulin could do was try his best to keep Huo Yuhao away from that bastard Tang San.

Not long afterward, an image like an unfurled map appeared before his eyes.

Tang Wulin's gaze swept continuously across it before suddenly freezing.

When that thousand-year Mandala Snake burst from the bushes, Bei Bei and Tang Ya's expressions changed instantly. Huo Yuhao even unconsciously retreated half a step.

Its body was as thick as a water barrel, its dark green scales glinting with a cold, ghostly light in the gloom. Its flickering tongue carried a sweetly foul stench, and it moved so fast that it left an afterimage behind.

Tang Wulin merely stomped lightly.

The Golden Dragon King Bloodline within him seemed to ignite in that instant. Golden light erupted beneath his feet and surged upward through his meridians. His blood and vitality roiled and reversed in an instant, producing a low rumble like rolling thunder.

The air within several feet around him abruptly twisted, and even the pebbles on the ground were jolted into the air.

Golden Dragon Ascension!

A pillar of golden light shot skyward from beneath his feet and split into four. Four golden dragon phantoms, each only as thick as an arm, tore out from the light pillar. Their bodies were formed from pure bloodline power, every scale vividly defined, their whiskers streaming in the wind, each golden scale flowing with dazzling radiance.

The four golden dragons let out clear dragon roars and howled as they pounced toward the Mandala Snake.

The Mandala Snake clearly did not have time to react.

It opened its jaws, and a clump of dark green venom gathered on its fangs. Just as it prepared to spray it, the first golden dragon had already slammed into the vital point seven inches below its head.

With a muffled bang, the snake's body arched violently. Its venom shot off target and splashed onto the nearby bushes, turning the entire cluster instantly black and withered.

The second golden dragon immediately crashed into its belly, while the third and fourth attacked simultaneously from both sides. The four golden dragons darted back and forth across the snake's body, every impact accompanied by a heavy crack of shattering bones.