Xie Xie: Wulin, Your Enemy Might Be a Limit Douluo

What kind of look is that?

Ye Xinglan frowned slightly when she saw Xie Xie casting a strange glance at her.

"Nothing."

Xie Xie looked away and shrugged. "Everyone from the Shrek Academy is here, except our leader. Can't I even say something?"

"He and we are no longer on the same level, and what he's doing is far beyond our reach. Don't even think about it." Ye Xinglan walked past Xie Xie indifferently.

Xie Xie raised an eyebrow, unusually not having the urge to refute.

After all, what the other party said was true.

Moreover, this is a diplomatic mission representing the Federation, so it's not appropriate for either side to clash. A few words are fine; we're not like the children of the past who had to argue until things got heated.

Not intending to talk to Ye Xinglan any longer, Xie Xie turned to his good friend, "Wulin, what's wrong with you lately? You seem so absent-minded."

Tang Wulin snapped out of his reverie and forced a smile, "It's nothing, I'm probably just too tired from cultivating lately."

Xie Xie looked at him suspiciously. "Really? You've been so absent-minded these past two days, even spacing out while eating."

"Really not--"

Seeing Xie Xie's disbelieving look, Tang Wulin sighed, hesitated for a moment, and then said in a low voice, "My father said that if there's a chance, I should find someone in the Star Luo Empire to deliver a thank-you gift to express their gratitude for the person who sent me away from the Star Luo Empire back then. But as you know what's been going on these past few days, I haven't had a chance to leave here."

"The contact information my father gave me seems to have been abandoned by that person, and I can't reach him using Star Luo Empire's Soul Tool Communicator either. So I'm a little worried. Although Dad said not to force it, it would be good if his wish could be fulfilled."

"So that's how it is."

Halfway through his sentence, Xie Xie's eyes widened in shock, "Wait, you mean, your father used to be Star Luo Empire person?"

Tang Wulin nodded slightly.

He only found out before he went to the Star Luo Empire. It seemed that Teacher Xiong Jun had visited his father and talked to him about something, and that's when his father told him that he was originally from the Star Luo Empire.

He said he had experienced a major change, leaving this place when he was very young, and smuggling himself to the Douluo Federation with the help of some people.

However, Tang Wulin always felt that the other party was still hiding something, such as the details of the great change before and after.

But since Tang Ziran didn't say anything, Tang Wulin obediently chose not to ask.

Xie Xie gasped, looking Tang Wulin up and down with a strange expression. "Why does your character design look so much like a protagonist from a revenge novel?"

Tang Wulin was taken aback, and said speechlessly, "What are you talking about?"

"Think about it. Since your father was forced to leave Star Luo Empire, it means he must have been wronged. Maybe he used to be a genius Soul Master, but he was framed and lost his former strength. He had no choice but to hide his identity and leave his hometown, where he met your mother in the Douluo Federation. Then he had you, his genius son, and rose up all the way to embark on a journey of revenge."

Xie Xie became more and more excited as he spoke, gesturing wildly, "This plot perfectly fits the classic trope of a genius falling into obscurity, then his descendants rising to power!"

Tang Wulin gave him a deadpan look. "And then? I came to the Star Luo Empire, supposedly to get revenge and slap someone in the face, right? So where is the enemy?"

Xie Xie was taken aback, then stroked his chin and pretended to think, "According to the plot development, such villains are either direct descendants of a large family, specifically used for the protagonist to practice in the early stages, or they are a big boss who appears throughout the entire story."

"Your father is quite old, so it should be the latter, right? Maybe he's a Limit Douluo? If that's the case, we shouldn't have encountered him now; at most, we'd run into his underlings."

Tang Wulin:

:"...

They make it sound so real.

My father is just an ordinary person; how could he possibly be connected to a Limit Douluo?

If that's true, he'd eat three extra bowls of rice every day and stuff himself to death.

"Read fewer novels. My father left Star Luo Empire when I was young, so how could he be a fallen genius?" Tang Wulin sighed and patted Xie Xie on the shoulder. "Besides, our opponents now are Star Luo Empire students, not subordinates of my father's enemy. The competition is about to begin."

Let's go.

As for the benefactor who saved his father back then, Tang Wulin could only temporarily put aside the idea of finding him.

Tang Ziran's father's memory of that past event was hazy; he only remembered a name and an outdated contact number, and couldn't even clearly recall what his benefactor looked like. With such scattered clues, finding the person was like searching for a needle in the Great Sea.

That's understandable.

In Huo Yuhao's view, who was in the know, Tang Ziran's ability to grow into a mentally sound person after witnessing her mother's tragic death was due to the trauma.

It's already a miracle that people have sound values; we really shouldn't ask for more.

Tang Wulin gently shook his head, dispelling unrealistic thoughts.

We can't very well alert the Star Luo Federation to this, can we?

She is quite clear about her own identity and has never forgotten the uproar Huo Yuhao caused in the Star Luo Empire.

Acting rashly would not only be of no help, but would also create unnecessary trouble for the Spirit Pagoda.

Now all I can do is pray that my benefactor is safe.

Achoo.

Seeing his elderly teacher sneeze, Feng Linwan handed him a cup of hot tea, her tone filled with concern.

"Teacher, have you caught a cold?"

The old man rubbed his nose, waved his hand, and laughed, "It's alright, it's alright. Perhaps someone is just thinking about this old man."

Feng Linwan shook her head helplessly. "You're always like this. You're clearly getting old, but you still never take care of your health."

The old man smiled silently, picked up his teacup, took a sip, and gazed wistfully out the window, as if reminiscing about something.

After a long pause, he suddenly spoke, "Lin Wan, do you remember the child I once mentioned to you, the one I saved in the Star Luo Federation decades ago?"

"I remember you said you sent him to the Douluo Federation."

"Yes, do you want to go?"

Seeing that Feng Linwan was stunned for a moment, the old man smiled and said, "Recently, a delegation from the Douluo Federation came to the Star Luo Empire for exchanges. You've heard about life there from various rumors, haven't you?"

Feng Linwan.

He had indeed heard a lot of rumors, such as the amazing sight of humans and beasts living in harmony in the Douluo Federation, the highly advanced soul guidance technology, and the fact that ordinary people could also enjoy a high quality of life.

Some people in the organization are even saying that this place is hell and that place is heaven.

"Teacher, do you want me to leave Star Luo Empire?"

Feng Linwan raised her head, a complex emotion flashing in her eyes.

"Think about it."

The old man sighed softly, his gaze kind and profound. "I am old, but you are still young. If you have the opportunity to go to a better place, why be stuck here?"

Feng Linwan clenched his fists and whispered, "If our Dawn Society succeeds, perhaps we can help Star Luo Empire embrace the future."

The old man shook his head. "Don't fantasize about things you yourself aren't sure about. The Dawn Society is doomed to fail."

Feng Linwan could say anything more, an alarm sounded.

"Enemy attack! Enemy attack!"

Feng Linwan's expression changed drastically, and he abruptly stood up. "Teacher, I'll go take a look!"

Watching Feng Linwan leave in a hurry, the old man's eyes remained calm, as if he had expected it.

"They've come, just as expected."

He took out a Soul Tool Communicator, dialed a number, and said in his mind:

"Soul Spirit Ancestor, you've been a part of our family for a long time. I believe in the future you describe; you can't lie to me."

"When have I ever lied to you? -- Oh, by the way, that number is wrong. I'll tell you the correct number to contact them."

This is just lying to me; you never believed me in the past!