Upon hearing this, Tang San paused for a moment, then chuckled softly.
That smile, however, carried a meaning that was hard to define.
"Becoming the king of the Douluo Continent isn't entirely out of the question."
"However, it depends on who you learn from."
"Of course I'll learn from my master!"
Tang Wulin puffed out his chest, "My master said he's going to teach me to become a genius!"
Tang San looked at him, a complex expression flashing in his eyes.
"Is your master Titled Douluo?"
Tang San asked, "This master of unknown origin makes me very suspicious. Did he take away the Tang San Golden Dragon King Bloodline?"
Could it truly be another extraordinary genius born from the Douluo Continent?
Tang Wulin shook his head and told Tang San that his master was only a Soul Saint.
Tang San breathed a sigh of relief upon hearing this. A young Soul Saint with exceptional talent, he could certainly be Tang Wulin's teacher. Moreover, Tang San didn't believe that a Soul Saint could so skillfully take away the Golden Dragon King Bloodline.
He didn't continue the topic, but changed the subject. " Tang Wulin, although the Golden Dragon King Bloodline in your body has disappeared, you still have another bloodline."
"Another branch?" Tang Wulin was taken aback. "I have other bloodlines?"
"Hmm." Tang San nodded. " Blue Silver Emperor Bloodline. You possess the Blue Silver Emperor's bloodline within you, though it's still very weak, but traces have already appeared."
" Blue Silver Emperor?"
"That's the royal bloodline of the Blue Silver Grass Clan," Tang San said. "Only one Blue Silver Emperor can exist in an era. Your bloodline is inherited from the Blue Silver Emperor lineage."
Tang Wulin was completely confused, but he had a vague feeling that this was something very impressive.
"Then, what should I do?"
"Cultivation." Tang San looked at him earnestly and said, "No matter what happens, you must not stop cultivating. Your path is still very long."
He paused, then added, "As for your master, I'll have to meet him sooner or later."
"Meet my master?" Tang Wulin asked, puzzled. "Why? My master is so good to me!"
Tang San looked at him, offered no further explanation, and simply sighed softly.
"You just need to remember that the human heart is the most complex thing in the world."
Tang Wulin nodded, seemingly understanding but not quite.
He couldn't help but ask again, "Then, will you always remain in my Sea of Consciousness?"
"Meeting."
"I've always been here. It's just that you couldn't feel me before."
"Then, how am I supposed to find you in the future?"
"Once your Sea of Consciousness is stable, you will naturally be able to sense my presence."
Tang San paused.
"Your Sea of Consciousness is still too fragile. With the Blue Silver Emperor Bloodline just beginning to manifest, the burden on your shoulders will be much heavier than others."
"Can I do it?"
Tang Wulin lowered his head, his voice a little muffled.
"I'm just a Blue Silver Grass Soul Master, and my talent isn't great. If it weren't for my master, I'd probably still be at the bottom of my class."
What happened to the Blue Silver Grass?
Tang San looked at him, his voice gentle yet carrying an undeniable power.
" Blue Silver Grass can also grow into a towering tree. The blood flowing in your veins is that of the Blue Silver Emperor, which is invincible against any Martial Soul."
Tang Wulin raised his head and looked at Tang San, whom he had never met before but who inexplicably made him feel at ease. His eyes suddenly became a little hot.
"Then I will definitely practice hard."
"Um."
Tang San nodded. "Remember, you don't owe me anything; you owe yourself an explanation."
His words gradually faded away in the wind.
"So who exactly are you?" Tang Wulin asked again, "You still haven't told me."
Tang San remained silent for a while before slowly speaking.
"I forgot, but I told you before that you can call me Old Tang."
" Old Tang?"
Tang Wulin murmured the name, feeling a sense of familiarity, but he couldn't quite put his finger on it.
"You know me? Why are you in my Sea of Consciousness?"
"This is a very long story."
"Now is not the time to tell you. You just need to know that I won't harm you."
"When your strength reaches that level, you will naturally understand."
Tang Wulin wanted to ask more, but he felt his consciousness begin to blur.
The surrounding Blue Silver Grass seemed to be swept away by the wind, retreating layer by layer.
Am I... am I waking up?
"Um."
Tang San's voice came from afar, gradually becoming faint.
"Remember my words. Cultivate diligently. And as for your master, I'll have to meet him sooner or later."
His voice paused.
My consciousness plummeted.
Tang Wulin suddenly opened his eyes and sat up in bed.
Outside the window, the sky was just beginning to lighten.
He sat blankly on the bed, the emptiness in his chest having subsided considerably.
He looked down at his hands.
' Old Tang.'
He silently repeated the name in his mind. ' Blue Silver Emperor Bloodline. Be careful.'
What exactly does that mean?
He thought about it for a long time, but still couldn't figure it out.
However, he remembered at least one thing.
Cultivate your skills diligently.
He clenched his fist, and that inner strength quietly rose again.
He subconsciously touched his chest, and the emptiness he felt was completely gone. In its place was an inexplicable sense of security.
It was as if the moment Tang San Tang San, most of the chaotic thoughts in his mind were straightened out.
'Whoever he is, he's right.'
He thought to himself.
'I need to become stronger. For my master, and for myself.'
'No matter what, it's true that Master is good to me. I, Tang Wulin, will never let Master down.'
Deep within his body, the blue-clad figure stood quietly amidst the Blue Silver Grass, gazing in the direction he had departed, a profound light flashing in its eyes.
' Qing Linyun. Dark Demon Evil God Tiger Martial Soul. 15 years old, Seven-Ring Soul Sage, truly a hero of heaven and earth.'
"Fine, considering you've been relatively kind to Wulin, I'll give you a chance to become a god when I return."
Tang San chuckled softly.
If Qing Linyun heard this, Qing Linyun would definitely complain, "You old bastard, you only have a wisp of divine consciousness left, and your real body is probably somewhere in the black hole. Now you're plotting against me. When you come back, I'll slap you twice."
Tang San's brows furrowed slightly, a sense of unease settling in his heart. With the Golden Dragon King Bloodline gone, how could Tang Wulin shoulder the responsibility of saving the Douluo Continent? And how could he contribute his faith's power to him?
Moreover, the person who could so easily steal the Golden Dragon King Bloodline must be incredibly powerful, possibly even at the level of First-Level God or higher, given the exquisite skill involved.
You must understand, the Golden Dragon King is no innocent creature. Even if he didn't realize that the powerful figure had taken away the Golden Dragon King Bloodline, the Golden Dragon King himself would have resisted, and it's impossible that there were no traces left.
It now looks more like the Golden Dragon King has been completely suppressed, without even a chance to react.
"These are turbulent times."
It was Qing Linyun's strength that dispelled Tang San's doubts. Even though the Dark Demon Evil God Tiger Martial Soul shouldn't appear in a human, Tang San didn't value it as much as this mysterious powerhouse.
After all, Martial Soul come in all shapes and sizes, so there's always a chance of success. But to say that a Soul Saint- level expert could steal the entire bloodline of a Golden Dragon King, comparable to a God King, under the divine sense of God King is absurd.
In Tang San's opinion, isn't that just nonsense?