Soul Guidance Train, a Chance Encounter with Wu Changkong!

Tang Wulin had thought that taking two big shots like Mu Ye and Zhen Hua as his masters would let him coast through life, but he had been dreaming.

The next eight months and more were, without a doubt, the hardest days Tang Wulin had ever endured.

He practiced forging with Zhen Hua during the day and trained his body with Mu Ye at night. The Body Sect's cultivation method had almost no flaws. Its only flaw was that it was too grueling and too painful.

Fortunately, his daily meals were feasts of delicacies from the mountains and seas, with absolutely nothing spared. Tang Wulin barely managed to hang on thanks to that.

The benefits, however, were enormous.

In eight months, Tang Wulin's forging rank shot straight past rank five, while his soul power reached rank 29.

He was only a little over seven years old, but he had grown remarkably fast.

He had even reached a height of one and a half meters.

It was hard to believe he was only freaking seven.

"Wulin, you've spent about enough time with us. Once you're a fifth-rank blacksmith, you'll at least need to wait until your soul power breaks through rank 30 before going further... I'm giving you my forging notes. Remember to study them carefully when you get back. Oh, and I've also prepared a gift for you: one standard cubic block of each of various rare metals."

"Wulin, your first stage of Body Sect training is complete... Come back for the second stage once you have three rings."

Mu Ye and Zhen Hua personally escorted Tang Wulin to the Soul Guidance Train, complicated emotions written all over their faces.

They had actually wanted Tang Wulin to stay a little longer, but they had never expected him to eat so much.

They really couldn't keep up anymore. They could only send him back to the Spirit Pagoda.

"Thank you, teachers. I'll come back as soon as I break through to three rings..."

Tang Wulin looked deeply moved, already planning to hurry back next time. The Spirit Pagoda wasn't as much fun as this place. At least here, there was plenty to eat, and he had freedom.

There really was no need...

Zhen Hua and Mu Ye hurriedly saw Tang Wulin off, then beat a retreat. Tang Wulin sighed before boarding the Soul Guidance Train running directly from Heaven Dou City to Shrek City.

He had to admit that this Soul Guidance Train looked extremely advanced, much like the high-speed trains from his previous life. It looked sophisticated, impressive, and classy, as well as safe and reliable.

Yet Tang Wulin felt a little uneasy.

"Crap, why do I remember being jinxed when it comes to Soul Guidance Trains... No, I'm getting off!"

Tang Wulin sensed trouble and wanted to get straight off, but unfortunately, he was a step too late. The doors closed.

With no other choice, Tang Wulin went to his seat and prepared to sit down.

"Hello, this is my seat."

Then he discovered that someone was already sitting there—an exceptionally handsome man.

With sword-like brows and star-bright eyes, he wore white robes, his pale blue hair falling over his shoulders. His face was practically flawless, handsome from every possible angle.

Quite a few women in the carriage craned their necks to look over. Some even pretended to be getting water or going to the restroom, just for a glimpse of that handsome face.

"Oh."

The handsome young man seemed to realize he had taken the wrong seat. He gave a cool reply, then moved one seat over.

Tang Wulin promptly sat down in the vacated seat.

"Gosh, that guy is so handsome. I really want his contact information. What should I do?"

"This little boy is adorable, too, and he looks a bit like that handsome guy. Does he already have a child? Oh, no..."

"I was still a step too late. All I can do is wish them well."

Seeing Tang Wulin sitting beside the handsome young man, countless women in the carriage mistook them for father and son, their hearts shattering.

Wu Changkong?

Tang Wulin glanced at the man beside him out of the corner of his eye and recognized him almost instantly.

White robes and a blue sword, an icy sky and bitter snow!

It was hard not to recognize a man this ridiculously handsome.

Tang Wulin had a very favorable impression of Wu Changkong. Judging by the timeline, it shouldn't have been long since Wu Changkong had lost his beloved Long Bing.

Perhaps he was still lost and adrift. His melancholy expression certainly suggested as much.

But... how should I introduce myself?

Tang Wulin sank into thought.

Wu Changkong seemed to notice Tang Wulin's furtive glances, but paid them little mind.

He's only a child. Though there's something likable and familiar about him, I don't have time to think about that now.

Long Bing was dead, and his entire life seemed to have lost its purpose. He no longer knew where he should go.

While the two were lost in thought, a sudden commotion rang out in the carriage ahead, accompanied by cries of pain. Panic spread instantly.

Quite a few passengers stood up, asking what was happening and pressing the train attendant for answers. Through the radio, the attendant learned what was going on.

Evil Soul Masters were hijacking the train, and it was an organized, premeditated operation.

This was bad!

Many people immediately panicked, wondering whether they should simply jump off the train, but that was impossible.

At that moment, Wu Changkong, who had remained quiet all this time, finally stood up and headed straight toward the front.

"Open the door!"

He spoke coolly. The attendant seemed to realize that he was no ordinary man and opened the door immediately.

Then the horrifying scene in the next carriage came into view. Corpses lay strewn everywhere, and the thick stench of blood was almost enough to make someone pass out.

Several Evil Soul Masters stood there, drenched in blood, with a group of trembling hostages behind them.

"A bunch of ants. Why did you have to resist... Wouldn't it have been better to behave and stay hostages? You just had to seek death."

Their leader was a red-haired man, scrawny and hunched, with a face like a withered ghoul.

He was the leader of this operation, Red Skull.

A Six-Ring Soul Emperor!

Their reason for this operation was simple: revenge for the Federation's previous purge of their Holy Spirit Cult. This time, they had to kill at least five hundred people.

Red Skull was still indulging in that pleasant fantasy when he saw a handsome young man walking calmly toward him.

"Another one looking to die?"

He sneered, but soon found it difficult to keep smiling, because the handsome man before him quickly revealed his cultivation.

Two yellow, two purple, and two black!

He was unmistakably a Soul Emperor, but that wasn't the crucial part. What mattered was that pieces of metal appeared over his body, covering almost all of it.

This was Battle Armor—and Two-Word Battle Armor at that!

Red Skull knew he had kicked an iron plate.

But he couldn't simply sit and wait for death. He immediately activated his own Battle Armor and charged, accompanied by several core subordinates...

Five against one. The advantage is mine!

Five minutes later, they had lost. All his subordinates were dead, and only Red Skull was barely hanging on, his face filled with terror.

This young man was terrifying. They were both Six-Ring Soul Emperors, so how could the gap be so enormous?

But he steeled his heart and used a soul skill to obscure his opponent's vision, finding a way out of the deadlock.

"Everyone, get out of my way! If you won't let me off... I'll kill this child!"

Red Skull seized a boy and held him in front of himself, his face twisted viciously. With a hostage in hand, what did he have to fear?

Wu Changkong's expression immediately darkened.