The Mighty God King Was Definitely Not Lost!

A few days later, just before dawn.

Ning Wen stepped out through the gates of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect.

The day before, he had told Ning Fengzhi he wanted to travel and gain experience.

To his surprise, Ning Fengzhi had agreed without hesitation and even arranged for Sword Douluo Chen Xin to protect him in secret.

Ning Wen had been stunned.

Once again, the explanation he had spent ages preparing went unused.

Oh well. What mattered was that it had worked.

With Chen Xin at his side, a man widely acknowledged as the strongest attacker among Titled Douluo,

he could pursue both Xiao Wu and the Ice and Fire Yin Yang Well without holding back.

Xiao Wu was straightforward. She had to be in Notting City right now.

As for the biggest obstacle, Tang Hao, he was weakened. Chen Xin could handle him.

The only thing to watch out for was Ring Detonation.

But Ring Detonation was a last-ditch skill, and using it carried enormous risks.

Besides, Tang Hao already had lingering injuries.

Unless Tang San's life was in danger, Tang Hao would never dare use it.

Even if he did, warning Chen Xin ahead of time should keep things manageable.

And if all else failed, Ning Wen could play the trump card that would save his life.

As it happened, he had obtained another Peak-Power Strike Experience Card for Space-Time Douluo over the past two months!

Using one on Tang Hao wasn't out of the question.

The real problem was the Ice and Fire Yin Yang Well.

The original story only said it was in Sunset Forest. It never gave its exact location.

And Poison Douluo Dugu Bo was the sort of man who responded better to kindness than force.

If Dugu Bo saw someone trespass into the Ice and Fire Yin Yang Well, his first instinct would be to fight to the death.

After all, the well was tied to both his life and his granddaughter's.

He couldn't rush this. He would have to take it slowly.

How did that saying go?

A way would open when he reached the mountain.

First, he needed to talk Xiao Wu, the biggest prize of all, into coming with him.

Even if that failed, he couldn't let Tang San have her.

And then Ning Wen got lost.

It wasn't that Ning Wen had no sense of direction. He simply hadn't prepared.

Forget a map; he hadn't even brought food and was making do with whatever he found.

Once he left the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect and faced the wilderness, with paths branching through forests and mountains, Ning Wen promptly lost all sense of direction.

The one bright spot was that the Voice Pack had been unusually quiet, giving Ning Wen a rare moment of peace.

Just as Ning Wen stood helpless before the endless mountain paths, unsure whether to go forward or turn back,

a faint, almost imperceptible thread of sharp sword energy slipped through the air.

The invisible sword energy touched the ground and spread into a faint, perfectly straight mark, clearly visible along the mountain path.

That sword energy had undoubtedly come from Sword Douluo Chen Xin.

Perhaps even Chen Xin couldn't bear to watch anymore and had decided to point the way.

Ning Wen's young face reddened slightly.

How embarrassing.

Utterly embarrassing.

On his first trip away from home in this life, he had gone and gotten lost.

Ning Wen cleared his throat, pretended nothing had happened, and followed the sword mark.

[I was not lost. I was contemplating the Great Dao!]

Ning Wen's mouth twitched hard.

So much for the two days of peace. This thing was at it again.

Contemplating the Great Dao?

You really know how to flatter yourself.

I'm the one who got lost. What's it got to do with you?

Besides, so what if I got lost? What's the big deal?

[How could a short-sighted mortal understand my state of mind?]

[With one glance, I can see the rise and fall of the earth's veins beneath these ordinary mountain paths. Why would I need directions?]

[When I was wandering around just now, I was merely searching for a chance at enlightenment!]

[I am a mighty God King, and I was definitely not lost!]

The emphatic claims rang through Ning Wen's mind, every word steeped in the arrogance of someone desperately making excuses.

Ning Wen rolled his eyes again, at a loss for words.

Fine, man. You're incredible!

Whatever you say goes, okay?

How could a mighty God King possibly get lost? You were just contemplating the Great Dao.

Meanwhile, Chen Xin, hidden in the shadows, looked thoroughly puzzled.

Honestly, he couldn't tell whether the little fellow had truly been lost or was contemplating the Great Dao.

Just now, Chen Xin had watched Ning Wen pace back and forth, wavering between directions.

If that wasn't getting lost, what the hell was?

Yet by now, they were certain Ning Wen was a reincarnated God King.

Otherwise, too many things made no sense.

Take Tang San at Notting Academy, Xiao Wu, a Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast in human form, and Clear Sky Douluo Tang Hao, who had hidden for years in the tiny Holy Soul Village.

After learning those startling facts from Ning Wen's thoughts, Ning Fengzhi had secretly sent someone to verify them.

To avoid drawing attention, he had sent only a trusted Outer Disciple of mediocre talent to Notting City under the guise of doing business.

The disciple confirmed that Notting Academy did indeed have a Blue Silver Grass Soul Master with Innate Full Soul Power.

And his name was Tang San.

Ning Fengzhi had sent no one to Holy Soul Village, however, lest he alert Tang Hao.

What Ning Wen didn't know was that Bone Douluo Gu Rong had come along too, besides Sword Douluo Chen Xin.

After all, they were dealing with Tang Hao!

He had fought several veteran Titled Douluo at once just after reaching that rank.

Even knowing Tang Hao's strength had declined, Ning Fengzhi dared not take the slightest chance.

The rest of the journey went remarkably smoothly.

As Ning Wen traveled, he ran through his plans.

Judging by Ning Rongrong's age, Tang San and Xiao Wu had probably known each other for only about a year, perhaps less.

That gave Ning Wen an opening.

He could use Xiao Wu's mother, Ah Rou, to win her over. At this point, Xiao Wu had barely formed any bond with Tang San, so his chances of success were as high as ninety-nine percent.

It was somewhat underhanded, but compared with Xiao Wu's original fate, it was nothing.

From the moment Xiao Wu met Tang San, her fate had already been sealed.

Tang Hao's thinking was probably simple: see whether Xiao Wu and Tang San developed feelings for each other.

If they didn't, he could kill Xiao Wu at the right time and have Tang San absorb a Hundred Thousand Year Soul Ring.

The later events of the original story had played out just as Tang Hao would have hoped.

Xiao Wu sacrificed herself, and Tang San received both her Hundred Thousand Year Soul Ring and Soul Bone. With his Soul Power at the limit of a five-ring Soul King, he advanced to Soul Emperor.

Honestly, that plot sounded familiar.

Wasn't it another version of Tang Hao meeting Ah Yin, right down to her eventual sacrifice?

No wonder so many readers in his previous life had suggested Tang Hao had planned the whole thing to get a Hundred Thousand Year Soul Ring for nothing, without taking any risks.

Otherwise, the timing was too convenient.

While Ah Yin was pregnant, she happened to run into a host of Spirit Hall experts. Tang Hao also happened to be a level eighty-nine Soul Douluo, only one step from becoming a Titled Douluo.

Ning Wen, though, didn't think Tang Hao was clever enough for that. He had probably just taken advantage of the situation.

How to put it?

If Tang Hao had any brains at all, he wouldn't have acted like a coward and pinned all his hopes on his son Tang San.