Changes to the Two Martial Souls

Focus his mind, meditate, circulate his Soul Power?

Tang Wulin drank the prepared Spirit Treasure mixture and sat on the floor, imagining how to break the seal. His father had never told him exactly how to do it. He had only said that Wulin had to endure the pain in his body. Even the method Wulin was imagining came from scraps of knowledge he had picked up from television.

After all, he was only six years old.

Just then, an indescribable sensation surged through every corner of his body. His blood seemed to boil, and heat poured from every pore. Tang Wulin felt as though he had been thrown into a furnace. His body began to shake violently beyond his control.

Mu En stood guard beside him. Watching sweat pour down Tang Wulin's face and pain fill his expression, he felt his heart clench.

A golden, diamond-shaped scale appeared on Tang Wulin's forehead. Then pale-gold lines spread outward like a net until they covered his entire body.

So hot!

It hurts!

Tang Wulin gritted his teeth and endured it. He recalled the so-called techniques his father had told him about, trying to ignore the indescribable pain.

The heat suddenly faded, but Tang Wulin felt no relief. Instead, a terrible premonition rose in his heart.

Sure enough, the next moment, a cold fierce enough to freeze all things spread from deep within his body. His skin, still red from the heat, turned a ghastly blue-white before the flush had even fully faded.

Only the golden net of lines remained unchanged. If anything, it had grown clearer.

From within the Sea of Consciousness, Tang San silently watched his son, his heart full of pain and pride.

Because of the Golden Dragon King, his son had to suffer so much at such a young age. How could that not leave him, as a father, heartsick?

But the greatest effect of the Spirit Treasure mixture Tang Wulin had drunk was to strengthen his body through a process called the Ice and Fire Golden Body. It reminded Tang San of when he had eaten those two Immortal Herbs at the Ice and Fire Yin Yang Well.

That was father and son carrying on a tradition.

Tang San could not help finding a little humor in his misery.

Thinking of the Ice and Fire Yin Yang Well also reminded Tang San of everything his counterpart in this era had prepared to bind the child of destiny to him. He had no intention of following the original plan, though. When he had the chance, he would have Shrek's people bring back all the Immortal Herbs there for Wulin to eat.

As for the child of destiny, Tang San knew Huo Yuhao's nature. If necessary, he could arrange something else.

Besides, he believed his son could win Huo Yuhao over.

This era belonged to Tang Wulin.

"And those two lingering Dragon King souls... I'll have Wulin subdue them someday."

Tang San thought again of the Ice and Fire Dragon Kings beneath the Ice and Fire Yin Yang Well. When he became a god, he had indeed discovered what lay below it. But he had not yet been cleansed by immortal spiritual energy, so dealing with the two lingering souls would have been difficult. With a host of affairs on the continent and his hurried ascent to the Divine Realm, he had never had the chance to claim that prize. This time, he could leave it for his son.

"And the Silver Dragon King..."

Tang San fell into thought. Many things needed to be rearranged.

Meanwhile, Tang Wulin was in agony. It felt as though tiny ants were crawling out from every part of his body and burrowing into his muscles, meridians, and bones. The itching was unbearable, yet he could not move at all. He felt every moment of that inhuman torment.

"Ah!"

Tang Wulin finally cried out. Mu En, who was guarding him, started and nearly raised a hand. Then he remembered Tang San's instructions and could only watch, heartsick, as Tang Wulin's face twisted in pain.

It hurts so much!

It hurts so much!

"Wulin—"

A familiar voice seemed to reach Tang Wulin's ears. He slowly opened his eyes. Beside him stood the Spirit Transmitter, trying hard to maintain a dignified bearing, while in front of him was his father, beaming with joy after hearing the news.

"Dad!"

Tang Wulin burst into tears. He had nearly died from the pain just now. Raised in the loving care of Tang Ziran and his wife, when had he ever suffered like that?

"What's wrong, Wulin?"

Lang Yue crouched and gently wiped Tang Wulin's tears with a handkerchief, her heart aching for him.

"I'm okay, Mom. I just missed you both."

Tang Wulin's voice grew even more choked as he threw himself into his mother's arms.

"There, there, Wulin. We've been right here all along."

Tang Ziran crouched too and drew his wife and son into his arms, comforting them.

"Dad, Mom, I'll come back. I promise."

After a long while, Tang Wulin finally collected himself. He rubbed his reddened eyes in embarrassment, stepped out of Lang Yue's embrace, and stood straight. His gaze was resolute.

He was no fool. He clearly remembered that his mother was at home preparing a meal for him and his father. How could she have suddenly come to Red Mountain Academy to watch his Martial Soul awaken?

"You've worked so hard, little Wulin."

The couple wore warm smiles, but their eyes were full of heartache.

"We'll always be here waiting for you."

The false vision finally shattered. His parents' figures gradually receded, and the familiar pain once again filled his body.

Dad, Mom, wait for me.

Tang Wulin's spirit steadied. He could not give up. He still had to become the strongest Soul Master on the continent. He still had to find his father and mother. He did not want to die!

I won't die!

A fierce refusal to yield surged from his heart. Then the pain gradually ebbed, and a soothing sensation flowed through his entire body.

It was the gift left by the Goddess of Life. Her rich, powerful life force continually repaired Tang Wulin's battered body, making it stronger.

Tang Wulin felt as though he were back in his mother's arms, wrapped securely in warmth.

Gradually, he fell asleep.

Lights of many colors shimmered across Tang Wulin's body as different powers clashed fiercely within him. In the end, only green and gold remained, each holding its ground against the other.

A small hammer appeared in Tang Wulin's hand. It was dark and gleaming, covered in ancient patterns, and a sharp, domineering aura slowly spread from it.

At the same time, a soft pink glow surrounded Tang Wulin. His lustrous hair stirred slightly, and a pair of long white rabbit ears rose from the top of his head. Together with his handsome, adorable face, they made him impossible not to love.

"What is this?"

Mu En gasped softly, his eyes full of shock. He had sensed a fierce, majestic dragon presence from Tang Wulin earlier, one that even suppressed his Radiant Sacred Dragon, but that had not surprised him.

Tang Wulin was Tang San's son. Nothing extraordinary about him would have been strange.

But the sight before Mu En now showed that Tang Wulin had perfectly inherited Tang San's and Xiao Wu's bloodlines. He had Twin Martial Souls—the Clear Sky Hammer and the Soft Bone Rabbit—as well as a dragon bloodline powerful enough to suppress even the Radiant Sacred Dragon.

What astonishing potential!

While Mu En stood stunned, the lines on Tang Wulin's body suddenly began spreading toward his two Martial Souls. Tang Wulin's face remained peaceful, as though he knew nothing of it.

Fine, scale-like crimson-gold lines unfolded across the dark hammer. Like a slumbering dragon's markings, they wound around its head and handle.

A trace of crimson-gold luster touched the tips of the once-white rabbit ears, while an almost imperceptible hint of dragon presence mingled with the soft pink glow around him.

No one knew whether that power's influence on the two Martial Souls would prove a blessing or a curse.