Tang San: You All Have a Way to Die!

Back at the Security Team, Guang Long took out his Soul Tool Communicator and dialed a number.

When the other side picked up, he asked:

"Brother, do you have time to meet?"

"I'm a little busy right now. No time. Let's get together tonight. You brat, why'd you suddenly think of me? Don't tell me you got into trouble?"

"How would I dare? This is work assigned by the Spirit Pagoda." Guang Long held the Soul Tool Communicator to his ear and smiled helplessly.

"You chose that yourself. You clearly could've paid the money back, but you insisted on working it off. It's too late to regret it now."

Guang Long glanced toward the window, looking at the distant lights of countless homes. His expression was a little complicated, but his tone was firm. "I don't regret it."

The type of work the Spirit Pagoda assigned depended on the strength of the Spirit Master it had funded. After all, making a high-level Spirit Master do spirit transmission work would be a huge waste, and Spirit Masters weren't willing to take such meager wages either.

But positions within the Spirit Pagoda were limited, so sometimes, after communicating with the Federation, it would arrange posts like these for such people.

Guang Long fell into this category.

The members of the Security Team were usually ordinary people equipped with Soul Tools. They could handle low-level Spirit Masters causing trouble well enough, but against stronger Spirit Masters, these people were useless. They had to rely on powerful Spirit Masters or mecha pilots to suppress them.

But even if the pay for this kind of work was decent, how could a Soul Ancestor or Soul King possibly be willing to do it?

The contracts between the Spirit Pagoda and civilian Spirit Masters came into play at times like this, allowing them to arrange some people for such positions. However, this sort of situation was relatively rare. After all, by this stage, a Spirit Master could fully pay back the money for their spirit soul.

It was just that... Guang Long wanted to do it.

"This is all my life's going to amount to. I can't compare to you, Big Brother. At least doing this kind of work lets me remember how I rose up in the first place, and keeps me from envying you."

"..."

The Soul Tool Communicator was silent for a while before Guang Biao's cold snort came through. "That's only because you didn't work hard enough."

"I don't have your talent either." Guang Long laughed. "But after actually doing it, it feels pretty good to enjoy the residents' worshipful, trusting gazes."

"...Hmph. As long as you're satisfied."

When they had more or less finished chatting, Guang Biao's voice suddenly grew serious:

"I need to remind you of something. Be careful lately. If you run into anyone whose aura seems off, stay away immediately and notify the Mecha Brigade as soon as possible. Don't recklessly charge in."

Guang Long asked in confusion, "What happened?"

"I caught an Evil Spirit Master while I was on patrol, but I can't confirm whether he had any companions."

Guang Long's eyes widened abruptly.

That night, Tang Wulin recalled everything he had encountered today. His heart was excited, and he tossed and turned, unable to sleep.

By the time he fell asleep, it was already midnight.

He lay on the bed, feeling as if his body were wrapped in a faint burning heat. He trembled slightly despite himself, his brows tightly furrowed, once again feeling that inexplicable throbbing.

When Tang Wulin opened his eyes, he discovered that he was no longer in the dormitory, but had arrived in a black world. All around him was pitch-dark, and he couldn't see anything clearly.

Suddenly, a dazzling golden light lit up in the distance, drawing his attention. The golden light rapidly approached, and its size grew increasingly enormous.

When Tang Wulin saw the true form of that light, he couldn't help being horrified—it was a gigantic golden dragon!

"You've finally come. It seems your body can already withstand this power."

At that moment, Tang San's Divine Sense appeared before Tang Wulin. A complicated look showed in his eyes, but he quickly restrained it and pretended to have lost his memories, saying that he was only a wisp of divine sense helping him undo the Golden Dragon King Seal, and began explaining to Tang Wulin.

For a child his age, if a normal person suddenly appeared inside his body, he would definitely be afraid, even wary. It was better to say he had no memories.

When he learned that the essence of the Golden Dragon King was inside his body, and that he would die if he couldn't gather the three kinds of auxiliary items needed to undo the Golden Dragon King Seal, Tang Wulin froze.

He still had friends, the Spirit Master uncle who held great expectations for him, his mom and dad and Teacher Mang Tian waiting for him to go back... He didn't want to die!

"I'll definitely gather them all!"

Looking at the determined Tang Wulin, Tang San's Divine Sense did not let him leave immediately. Instead, after a long silence, he asked, "How do you plan to gather them? These things aren't cheap."

Although he had never paid attention to the Federation's market prices, putting everything else aside, right now, the Soul Beasts in the two gathering places were colluding with the Spirit Pagoda, and the number of Soul Beasts elsewhere had sharply decreased.

Under these circumstances, among the three items, ten drops of bloodline from a dragon-bloodline Soul Beast would be extremely difficult to buy, and the price definitely would not be low.

Tang Wulin's family couldn't even afford the money for a spirit soul. How was he going to buy them?

"I..." Tang Wulin was momentarily at a loss for words.

"Don't think about seeking help from major forces. If the matter of the Golden Dragon King is exposed, you may attract the attention of some dangerous people."

"Huh?" Tang Wulin, who had just thought of the Spirit Pagoda, was stunned. Before he could speak, Tang San's Divine Sense sent him out.

For their first meeting, Tang San could not say too much either. He could only remind him like this, and he could not explicitly say the name of the Spirit Pagoda.

After all, he couldn't exactly say—Wulin, you're the son of me, the Sea God, could he?

Forget Tang Wulin; even he himself wouldn't believe it under these circumstances. And without a foundation of trust, some things could not be said.

What a pity. If I'd known things would turn out like this, I might as well have sent Wulin to the Clear Sky Sect for cultivation like ten thousand years ago. This is going to be difficult now.

Tang San frowned inwardly.

What came next would be somewhat troublesome. He had to first make Wulin trust him before he could teach him the correct values.

Fortunately, however, he already had a detailed educational policy in place.

He referred to the education he had received in the past—from the Tang Sect, to Tang Hao, to Shrek—and ultimately discovered that only Shrek's was the most suitable. After all, Shrek Academy had stood on the continent for twenty thousand years, which already proved the correctness of its educational philosophy!

"Wulin, only by accepting my teaching will you be able to survive in this difficult era!"

Murmuring under his breath, Tang San glanced briefly at the outside world, wanting to look at Tang Wulin one more time. In the end, he discovered that Tang Wulin's fortune had decreased again, and his expression darkened.

But he had long since prepared for this sort of thing. Just as he was about to withdraw his Divine Sense, he suddenly noticed something was wrong. Carefully probing around Tang Wulin's body, he saw a hidden mental mark attached to Tang Wulin. In the eyes of this strand of Divine Sense, it was incomparably clear.

Tang San swiftly erased the mark, his face turning black.

"Who has set their sights on Wulin?"

In the dormitory, Huo Yuhao raised his brows slightly. Sensing the feedback from his soul skill, he awoke from meditation and opened his eyes.

"Old Yi didn't warn me, and there's no one in the academy capable of discovering the Mental Beacon. It can only be Tang San. He's awake? And he still has the ability to observe the outside world..."

The Mental Beacon was his Self-Created Soul Skill. Its principle was more or less the same as the power of Divine Sense Tang San had left behind, except it was a super-youth version. Within a certain range, it could sense the position of the person carrying the beacon, and if it was destroyed, he would receive feedback.

Because he was worried about suddenly encountering some unforeseen situation—such as Tang Wulin inexplicably running off to Shrek Academy right now—he had placed one on Tang Wulin.

He hadn't expected... Tang San would actually make a move to erase it?

Huo Yuhao's expression was somewhat odd.

Logically speaking, wouldn't it have been better to leave it there? Isn't this basically telling me you're awake?

Was Tang Buddha still clear-headed?

On the other side, after Tang San's Divine Sense erased the Mental Beacon, he also came to his senses.

Only by leaving it in place could he have silently caught the person behind the scenes. He should not have erased it. Once he erased it, the other party would know there was a dangerous figure around Wulin, and might never approach Wulin again. He would also be unable to determine why that person had set their sights on Wulin, or strangle the crisis in advance.

Everything going wrong had ultimately affected his emotions and judgment. This strand of Divine Sense had flaws after all, unable to be as calm and wise as his main body.

Damn it—the Spirit Pagoda, that useless thing from ten thousand years ago, the one who stole fortune, Rong Nianbing who secretly found someone behind my back to throw down the Emotion God Position and run, the Destruction God King who chased me down and beat me, the Golden Dragon King, the Abyssal Sage King...

All of you had a way to death!

The more he thought about it, the more he felt there were truly many with ways to death. Even though some among them were already dead, Tang San's mood still did not improve...