A God King Like This Seat Would Never Get Lost!

A few days later, at first light.

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

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

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

Ning Wen had been stunned.

All the arguments he had spent so long preparing had gone to waste again.

Oh well. As long as he got to go, that was what mattered.

With Chen Xin at his side, a man widely acknowledged to have the strongest attack power among Titled Douluo,

Ning Wen 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, and Chen Xin could handle him.

The only thing Ning Wen needed to watch out for was Ring Detonation.

But Ring Detonation was a desperate, life-risking technique. Using it carried enormous risks every time.

And Tang Hao already had hidden injuries.

Unless Tang San's life was in danger, Tang Hao probably would not dare use Ring Detonation.

Even if Tang Hao did use it, warning Chen Xin in advance should keep the danger manageable.

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

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

Using one on Tang Hao would not be such a terrible loss.

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

The original story only said it was in Sunset Forest, without giving its exact location.

Besides, Poison Douluo Dugu Bo was the kind of man who responded to kindness, not force.

If he saw someone intrude upon the Ice and Fire Yin Yang Well, his first instinct would certainly be to fight to the death.

After all, the well was tied to the lives of both Dugu Bo and his granddaughter.

There was no rushing this. Ning Wen would have to take it slowly.

How did that saying go again?

A path would open when he reached the mountain.

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

Even if he failed, he could not let Tang San have her.

And then Ning Wen got lost.

It was not that Ning Wen had a poor sense of direction. He simply had not prepared.

Forget a map; he had not even packed food, making do with whatever he found along the way.

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

The one saving grace was that the Voice Pack had been unusually quiet, giving him a rare moment of peace.

Just as Ning Wen stood helpless before the mountain paths, unable to decide whether to press on or turn back,

a faint thread of sharp sword energy, almost impossible to detect, slipped silently through the air.

The invisible energy touched the ground and spread into a pale sword mark. It ran straight ahead, unmistakable against the mountain path.

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

Perhaps even Chen Xin could not bear to watch anymore and had decided to point the way with his sword energy.

Ning Wen's young face reddened slightly.

How embarrassing.

Utterly embarrassing.

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

Ning Wen gave a small cough, pretended nothing was wrong, and followed the sword mark.

[This Seat was not lost. This Seat was merely contemplating the Great Dao!]

Ning Wen's mouth twitched.

Great. After two blessed days of silence, this guy was at it again.

Contemplating the Great Dao?

You really know how to make yourself sound impressive.

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

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

[Mortals are too shortsighted to understand This Seat's state of mind!]

[With one glance at an ordinary mountain path, This Seat can see the rise and fall of the earth's veins. Why would This Seat need directions?]

[This Seat wandered around earlier only to seek an opportunity for enlightenment!]

[This Seat is a mighty God King and absolutely does not get lost!]

The indignant voice echoed through Ning Wen's mind, every word steeped in the arrogance of someone making excuses.

Ning Wen rolled his eyes again.

Sure, big guy. You're incredible!

Whatever you say is right, okay?

How could a mighty God King possibly get lost? He was merely contemplating the Great Dao.

Meanwhile, Chen Xin watched from hiding, his face full of doubt.

Truthfully, he could not tell whether the little fellow had been lost or really had been contemplating the Great Dao.

He had just watched Ning Wen pace back and forth, wavering over which way to go.

If that was not getting lost, what the hell was?

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

Otherwise, too many things made no sense.

There was Tang San at Notting Academy, Xiao Wu, a Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast in human form, and Clear Sky Douluo Tang Hao, who had spent all these years hiding in a tiny village like Holy Soul Village.

After hearing these revelations in Ning Wen's thoughts, Ning Fengzhi had secretly sent someone to verify them.

To avoid drawing attention, he had sent only an Outer Disciple of mediocre talent whom he trusted, under the pretext of doing business in Notting City.

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

And his name was Tang San.

As for Holy Soul Village, Ning Fengzhi had sent no one there, lest he alert Tang Hao.

What Ning Wen did not know was that Bone Douluo Gu Rong had come along too, not just Sword Douluo Chen Xin.

This was Tang Hao, after all!

The man had faced down several veteran Titled Douluo just after reaching that rank himself.

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

The rest of the journey went without a hitch.

As Ning Wen traveled, he turned his plan over in his mind.

Judging by Ning Rongrong's age, Tang San and Xiao Wu had probably known each other for only about a year, perhaps not even that long.

That gave Ning Wen an opening.

He could use Xiao Wu's mother, Ah Rou, to get through to her. Since Xiao Wu had not formed much of a bond with Tang San yet, his chances of success were as high as ninety-nine percent.

It was a little underhanded, but compared with the fate Xiao Wu had originally faced, it was nothing.

From the moment she met Tang San, Xiao Wu's fate had been sealed.

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

If not, he could wait for the right moment, kill Xiao Wu, and let Tang San absorb her Hundred Thousand Year Soul Ring.

What happened later in the original story was well within Tang Hao's expectations.

Xiao Wu sacrificed herself, and both her Hundred Thousand Year Soul Ring and Soul Bone went to Tang San. With his Soul Power having just reached the limit of a Five-Ring Soul King, Tang San successfully advanced to Soul Emperor.

To be honest, the plot sounded familiar.

Was this not another version of Tang Hao meeting Ah Yin, ending with her sacrifice?

No wonder so many people online in Ning Wen's previous life had argued that Tang Hao had planned it all to get a Hundred Thousand Year Soul Ring without taking any risks.

Otherwise, the coincidences were too convenient.

While Ah Yin was pregnant, they had happened to encounter numerous powerful experts from Spirit Hall. Tang Hao had also happened to be a level-eighty-nine Soul Douluo, just one step away from becoming a Titled Douluo.

For his part, Ning Wen did not think Tang Hao had the brains to plan all that. More likely, he had simply taken advantage of the circumstances.

How else could he put it?

If Tang Hao had any sense at all, he would not have acted like a coward and pinned all his hopes on his son, Tang San.