A Dayun Truck That Can Teleport, Learning the Red Dragon Nine Forms!

Yun Ming watched Na'er limp back, embarrassment written all over his handsome face.

He had thought Na'er's talent would let her crush anyone her age. He had never expected a child who looked only a little older than her to defeat her so easily.

Her Silver Dragon Spear Martial Soul was superior in quality even to his Heaven-Reaching Divine Spear, yet she had barely managed to touch her opponent's clothes.

"Na'er, are you all right?" Yun Ming crouched down and looked at her with concern.

Na'er shook her head, biting her lip without saying a word. She was still brooding over her defeat, her pale purple eyes filled with unwillingness to accept it.

Ya Li came over too and gently ruffled Na'er's hair. "A loss is a loss. It's no big deal. You're still so young. You'll have plenty of chances to win it back."

Na'er lifted her head and looked into Ya Li's gentle eyes. Her own eyes reddened slightly, but she still gave a stubborn nod. "Mm."

Yun Ming smiled as well and picked Na'er up. "Come on. Your master will take you out for something delicious. Stop thinking about those unhappy things."

Na'er rested against Yun Ming's shoulder without a word, only silently glancing back at Tang Wulin's retreating figure. That guy... how was he so strong?

As expected of someone with the Golden Dragon King bloodline!

The family of three gradually disappeared into the distance, leaving Leng Yaozhu standing where she was on Sea God Island, watching their backs with a complicated look in her eyes.

She had once dreamed of a life like that too: being with the person she loved, having an adorable child, and living a quiet, ordinary life. Unfortunately, fate had never given her that chance.

While she was lost in thought, a small hand suddenly tugged at the hem of her clothes.

Leng Yaozhu looked down to find Tang Wulin gazing up at her, a trace of earnestness in his large, clear eyes.

"Teacher, you still have me. I'll keep you company from now on, and I'll look after you when you're old."

Leng Yaozhu froze for a moment. Then warmth flooded her heart, and her eyes reddened slightly. She crouched down and pulled Tang Wulin into her arms, her voice catching.

"You little thing..."

Though Leng Yaozhu had no romantic love in her life, having Tang Wulin as her disciple felt rather nice. Tang Wulin even resembled Yun Ming a little.

What a pity... he's too young. Otherwise, we could even...

Pah, pah, pah! What am I thinking?

Tang Wulin could barely breathe in her embrace, but he obediently stayed still rather than struggling. He could feel Leng Yaozhu's fluctuating emotions, as well as the regret and loneliness she had buried deep in her heart for years.

Though she usually seemed proud and commanding, at the end of the day, she was also a woman who longed to be loved and to have someone by her side.

"Teacher, I'll always keep you company," Tang Wulin said earnestly. "When I grow up, I'll make lots and lots of money and buy you lots and lots of delicious food."

Leng Yaozhu laughed at his words. She released him and ruffled his hair. "All right, all right, enough sweet talk. Learning the Red Dragon Nine Forms properly will be the best way you can show your devotion to me."

Tang Wulin grinned. "Don't worry, Teacher. I'll work hard!"

Leng Yaozhu gave him a few more reminders before reluctantly leaving Sea God Island. A mountain of work still awaited her at the Spirit Pagoda; she could not stay here forever.

Soon, only Zhuo Shi, Wu Changkong, Shen Yi, and Tang Wulin remained.

Wu Changkong looked at Tang Wulin, his eyes filled with gratification. He had never expected the little fellow he had met on a soul train to become his junior disciple brother so soon.

Though Tang Wulin had not formally become a disciple yet, judging by Zhuo Shi's expression, he was clearly considering taking him in.

Zhuo Shi studied Tang Wulin with a deep gaze. He had to admit that Tang Wulin's talent was unlike anything he had seen in his life.

A seven-year-old Soul Elder, three Thousand-Year Soul Rings, and that golden Blood Essence Soul Ring... the aura emanating from that Blood Essence Soul Ring actually shared a wondrous resonance with his Red Dragon Nine Forms.

"Boy," Zhuo Shi suddenly said, "you should know that the Red Dragon Nine Forms are the culmination of my life's work. I never teach them to outsiders. Though I agreed to Leng Yaozhu's request today, I'm still somewhat reluctant."

Tang Wulin blinked and said nothing, waiting for him to continue.

Zhuo Shi went on, "My Red Dragon Nine Forms use blood essence to command strength, and strength to shatter techniques. That Blood Essence Soul Ring of yours is indeed a good match for my legacy. But you should also understand that not just anyone can learn an art of this caliber."

Tang Wulin caught his meaning. Without wasting any time, he dropped to his knees and respectfully kowtowed.

"This disciple, Tang Wulin, humbly asks Teacher to accept me as your disciple."

Zhuo Shi paused, then smiled. He had only intended to test Tang Wulin's attitude, but he had not expected the child to catch on so quickly and kneel outright.

He reached out to help Tang Wulin up and patted his shoulder. "Good! Since you're so sincere, I'll accept you as my disciple!"

Wu Changkong was delighted by the sight and hurried forward. "Congratulations on gaining such an excellent disciple, Teacher! Wulin, you're my junior disciple brother from now on!"

Shen Yi came over as well, studying Tang Wulin curiously. "Little junior brother, wasn't your strength just now a bit too outrageous? You beat that little girl Na'er so thoroughly she couldn't put up any resistance."

Tang Wulin scratched his head, a little embarrassed. "I'm just a little stronger than normal..."

"A little?" Shen Yi rolled his eyes. "You call that a little? I doubt an ordinary Soul Emperor is even as strong as you."

Zhuo Shi laughed heartily. "All right, all right, enough banter. Wulin, since you've become my disciple, I won't hold anything back. I'll teach you the Red Dragon Nine Forms right now."

He walked to the clearing at the center of Sea God Island and took a deep breath. His entire presence abruptly changed. An immense surge of bloodline power erupted from his body, as though an ancient dragon were awakening.

"Red Dragon Nine Forms, first form: Scarlet Dragon Shakes the Heavens!"

Zhuo Shi unleashed a punch. The wind of his fist howled, tearing a ripple through the air that was visible to the naked eye.

A scorching surge of bloodline power condensed into a crimson dragon phantom. It roared as it charged into the distance, blasting a patch of woods on the outskirts of Sea God Island to pieces.

Tang Wulin stared, dumbstruck. The power of that punch was more terrifying than the all-out attacks of many Soul Douluos he had seen. And Zhuo Shi clearly had not used his full strength; it had merely been a casual strike.

"Did you see that clearly?" Zhuo Shi withdrew his fist and looked at Tang Wulin. "The core of the Red Dragon Nine Forms lies in condensing bloodline power to its absolute limit, then unleashing it in a specific way. Each form has its own techniques for exerting force and routes for circulating blood essence. Memorize the formula for the first form first."

Next, Zhuo Shi explained the first three forms of the Red Dragon Nine Forms one by one. He held nothing back, describing each form's force-exertion techniques, blood essence circulation routes, and precautions in meticulous detail.

Tang Wulin listened attentively, nodding from time to time and occasionally asking questions, which Zhuo Shi answered one by one.

P.S. Brothers, send me your votes!

As for the female leads, I absolutely won't hand them over to other men, so rest assured. But I definitely won't write any disgusting stuff that crosses red lines (it wouldn't fit the characters)... there will only be romance between people of the same age.