The day after he received the two million federal coins his father had transferred to him.
Na'er left, leaving behind a letter saying that she had recovered her memories and that her family had come to take her away, among other things.
Even Uncle Song, who had faithfully remained by Yu Longyue's side, knew nothing about it.
"Young sect master, even I failed to notice who took Miss Na'er away." Uncle Song remained on guard. "At the very least, that means Miss Na'er's origins are no simple matter. I'm afraid the cultivation of whoever took her away is even higher than mine."
"I understand. It's all right, Uncle Song, as long as you're safe."
Yu Longyue waved a hand. When he had first arrived in Aolai City three years ago, he had known this day would come sooner or later.
After living under the same roof for three years, Yu Longyue, at least, had grown genuinely attached, and he was reluctant to part with her so suddenly.
It was like carefully raising a kitten or puppy for three years, treating it like family, only for it to suddenly disappear one day.
"Young sect master, aren't we going to look for Miss Na'er?"
Uncle Song was a little surprised. Over the past three years, he had seen for himself how well Yu Longyue treated Na'er. He had even reported it to the sect master, asking whether he would mind having another daughter, among other things.
The sect master had agreed, only for Na'er to leave. This really was...
"There's no need to look for her. This is a good thing for her too. Besides, don't you think we could count this as having made friends with the force of unknown origin behind Na'er?"
Yu Longyue could only approach the subject from another angle, choosing an answer Uncle Song could report to his father.
He couldn't very well say that Na'er was the Silver Dragon King and that those who had come for her were all Ferocious Beast-level beings, could he?
"That's true. You have a point, young sect master."
Yu Longyue nodded. "Uncle Song, let's make preparations. We'll leave for Eastsea City tomorrow. I'm going to take over the company."
"All right. You're looking more and more like an adult, young sect master." Uncle Song looked gratified. Seeing that Yu Longyue was already around 1.5 meters tall at only nine years old, he felt genuinely happy for the sect master.
The sect master was a genius the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan produced only once in a thousand years. The young sect master was an unparalleled child prodigy with extraordinary talent, one the clan had never seen before and would never see again.
Over the past three years, even Uncle Song, who taught the young sect master, felt that his lessons had been a little too strict. But the young sect master was so gifted and clever that he grasped any knowledge with ease, as though catching it with an outstretched hand.
The Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan was thriving with each passing day.
At Tang Wulin's home.
"Mom, I'm back! Look who's here!"
Before he had even entered, Tang Wulin was already shouting from outside.
"You child, keep your voice down. Don't disturb the neighbors." Lang Yue's mildly chiding voice rang out as the door opened.
Lang Yue saw her son and Yu Longyue behind him. She froze for a moment, then broke into a warm smile.
"Xiao Yue, what brings you here? Has our Wulin caused you trouble again?"
"Not at all, Auntie. Wulin is very sensible. How could he cause me trouble?" Smiling, Yu Longyue handed Lang Yue the fruit and other things he was carrying. "Just a little gift. Please accept it."
Out of consideration for Tang Wulin's family, he had brought the most ordinary, cheapest fruit. If it had been any more expensive, Lang Yue wouldn't have accepted it.
"Xiao Yue, you're too polite. You didn't have to bring anything." Lang Yue smiled as she took the fruit from Yu Longyue, her eyes full of affection.
Ever since Yu Longyue and Tang Wulin had fainted together three years ago and recovered in the hospital, Yu Longyue had visited more than once. With time, Tang Wulin's parents had become extremely familiar with him, and they had become very close neighbors.
Not to mention Tang Wulin's first Soul Spirit. Although he had barely managed to scrape together thirty thousand through forging, that was nowhere near enough to buy a suitable ten-year Soul Spirit.
In the end, Yu Longyue had paid for a suitable hundred-year Soul Spirit for Tang Wulin. Of course, the money still had to be repaid; for now, it was a debt.
Tang Wulin's father, Tang Ziran, was a mecha repairman who specialized in repairing simple soul-guided mecha components. But because his skills were ordinary, he earned only a modest wage to support the family.
But with Yu Longyue secretly helping him, Tang Ziran received a large number of orders every day, with simple requirements and generous pay. That was why Huo Yuhao had said Yu Longyue was "giving money" to Tang Wulin's family.
It was simple: just money laundering. If he had given them a large sum of federal coins outright, Tang Wulin's parents, kindhearted as they were, would never have accepted it. He only needed to find a way they could accept.
He would simply consider it compensation for Tang Wulin.
"Auntie, it's only right for someone of my generation. Besides, Wulin is my good friend, and I should respect my elders."
Trained in his family's etiquette, Yu Longyue spoke gently and wore a sunny smile. He was the very picture of the good child other parents liked to talk about.
Lang Yue was even more moved by his words. She patted Yu Longyue on the shoulder. "Good boy. You two go inside and sit down. I'll prepare something tasty for you."
Yu Longyue chatted and laughed with Tang Wulin's family. Tang Ziran didn't come home until dinnertime.
Tang Ziran was covered in sweat. As soon as he saw that Yu Longyue had come to visit, his face lit up with warmth, and he treated Yu Longyue to good food and drink.
After eating a few bowls of rice, Yu Longyue explained why he had come. "I heard Wulin is already a rank eleven Soul Master and is going to Eastsea City to attend an intermediate academy. As it happens, I also need to go to Eastsea, so I can take Wulin there on my way."
"How could we do that? Sorry for the trouble," Tang Ziran said quickly. "Xiao Yue, you've already helped us more than enough. We can't keep imposing on you like this."
"It's all right. If anything, I'm the one who's inconvenienced your family. I never expected Wulin to end up in the hospital." Yu Longyue's polite smile was flawless. "Come on, Uncle, Auntie, just consider it my compensation to Wulin. Besides, we're neighbors, and neighbors should help each other."
"And it's on my way. I need to go to Eastsea too. You should be a little more at ease with me taking him."
"Brother Yue, are you going to the same academy as me?" Tang Wulin asked excitedly from the side.
"Although I'd like to attend the same academy as you, an intermediate academy wouldn't be able to teach me." Yu Longyue raised a hand and patted Tang Wulin on the head.
Tang Ziran said, "Wulin, aren't you going to thank Xiao Yue?"
"Thank you, Brother Yue."
Tang Wulin looked at Yu Longyue with admiration. He remembered Yu Longyue telling him that his cultivation had reached the Soul Ancestor level and that he was a very powerful Soul Master.
He himself was only a little Soul Master who had just reached rank eleven.
"All right, I have something to do, so I'll take my leave. Wulin, get up early tomorrow and wait for me outside my house. No problem?"
"No problem!"
After saying goodbye to Tang Wulin's family, Yu Longyue turned the corner and came to the car Uncle Song was driving.
"Uncle Song, what did you call me out so urgently for?"
"Young sect master, please get in the car. We'll talk there."
Uncle Song opened the car door and let Yu Longyue in, then sat down in the driver's seat. With a casual wave of his hand, the Titled Douluo's spiritual power enveloped the luxury car, making it feel utterly secure from prying ears.
"I discovered Evil Soul Masters nearby. There are five in total: four Soul Ancestors and one Soul King."
Uncle Song looked grave.
"I don't know whether we're their target, but please be careful for the time being, young sect master."
Yu Longyue thought for a moment, as though he had remembered something.
"Don't worry, Uncle Song. Those Evil Soul Masters probably aren't after us. Besides, the clan has kept things very well hidden. There's no way Evil Soul Masters could have learned that we're in little Aolai City."
"Then what do you think, young sect master?"
Yu Longyue raised a hand and stroked his chin.
"Their target is probably Tang Ziran."