Chapter 10: The devil that found his new playthings.
In the afternoon, after meditation class and Hongshan Academy were over…
Tang Wulin left Hongshan Academy, his face filled with unhappiness. Nothing in his life had he felt so depressed as what he had encountered today. He experienced the difficulty of this life for the first time. Because of his martial soul, his classmates excluded him, and even his teachers were unenthusiastic about him.
In today's class, Teacher Lin Ximeng's attention was always focused on Adam, ignoring almost all the other students. A full innate soul power was too rare in Aolai City and almost unheard of in a small town like this.
The resentment that had relieved him a little returned during meditation class. The teacher clearly spent less time with him. This made him wonder if his martial spirit was that bad.
"No!" Tang Wulin slapped his cheek hard. His unhappy expression gradually gave way to stubbornness. "Even if my martial soul isn't good, I will definitely become a great soul master."
Not far from Tang Wulin, Adam followed Tang Wulin. The expression on this Son of the Sea God's face was more like Huo Yuhao's in Shrek.
He thought he could change his destiny simply by working hard. But in reality, he himself was someone whose fate had been arranged. Huo Yuhao's case was the same. So it makes sense to say he was more similar to Huo Yuhao than Tang San.
Meanwhile, those who truly worked hard were hindered by the barrier of talent. No matter how hard they tried, as long as their martial spirit was of low quality or their bloodline was mediocre, reaching Title Douluo was just a pipe dream.
In a world where the quality of their martial spirit and bloodline determined everything, talking about working hard while possessing talent that could propel you to the God King realm was somewhat hypocritical.
Even someone like Ji Juechen, who appeared in Douluo Dalu 2 and had talent in swordsmanship, couldn't have become a Title Douluo without Yuhao's help. Even if his talent in swordsmanship was unmatched.
Adam continued to follow Tang Wulin when, suddenly, a small figure caught the attention of the two of them.
Crouching by the roadside was a little girl, seemingly even younger than him, with short, silver hair. The sunlight reflected off her unusual color, creating a natural shimmer.
As if drawn together by some mysterious force, the little girl looked up at Tang Wulin. Her face was grimy, and her clothes were threadbare, giving her the appearance of a beggar. But beyond her short, silver hair, she possessed a pair of eyes that stood out from the crowd.
Her pupils were like two crystal-clear amethysts, and even from a distance, Tang Wulin could almost see his own reflection in them. Her long eyelashes curl naturally upwards. Their eyes met, and the little girl didn't avoid her gaze; only a hint of surprise and doubt lingered in her beautiful, large eyes.
From behind the tree, Adam can feel the presence of a great being. An entity far beyond human reach and beyond what this small planet can hold, somehow sealed in her memory and power.
"So that's the Silver Dragon King. The most beautiful woman in all of the Douluo series. Her status is no joke."
Even Adam had to admit that the Silver Dragon King's beauty was truly unique and unlike anything he had ever seen. Although he had only read the description of her appearance on the wiki, seeing her in person, Adam had to commend her for being truly beautiful.
Even her child form could be described as stunning beauty. With her silver-white hair and unique amethyst eyes, she could drive people crazy.
From a distance, Adam watched the intriguing drama: the first meeting between the Silver Dragon King and the Golden Dragon King. The beginning that would begin everything from the original legend of the Dragon King.
"Luckily, this is the Douluo world. Having status doesn't mean you can corrupt someone if they are looking directly at you." Adam breathed a sigh of relief.
Looking at Na'er's confused eyes, Adam could confirm that this little girl's memory had been shielded by Tang Hao. From her body language, Adam could tell that Na'er wasn't tricking Tang Wulin into getting closer to her.
"Then this is basically confirmed. I can start acting as a secret supplier tonight. But just in case, it would be better if I changed my appearance a little."
Being a little cautious isn't a bad thing.
"Then, let's watch this drama from a distance for a while." Adam smiled as he felt the beyonder characteristic within his body gradually being digested.
It's much more convenient and faster, as he becomes a member of the audience watching a drama performed by two high-sequence beings equivalent to saints.
Crack…
'Oh, what convenient acting.'
The drama proceeds as he had read in the novel. A man saves a damsel in distress from a thug, and Na'er will have a very good impression of Tang Wulin and fall in love with him.
A suspension bridge, a common cliché in many dramas.
"And here's our hero." Adam enjoyed the seemingly cliché story the actors were playing out.
A damsel in distress, and the hero will save her. The heroine will have good feelings for the hero. With twists and turns, she falls in love with the hero who saved her in the past.
It's a classic story and somewhat cliché, but it still holds a place in the audience's hearts.
He didn't intervene in the scene and simply watched from a distance. It was their stage play, not his. He remembers an acting rule about the audience in lord of the mysteries.
Whether it is at an extravagant banquet or in a lively street, a Spectator is always just a spectator - they can never take the stage themselves.
Adam continues to watch them from behind the tree.
…
When they looked back, they looked like seeing a savior from a distance. One of them wants to say something, but the other one shakes his head and restrains his body from moving.
A young man behind them had a sinister look in his eyes as he raised his foot and launched a kick at Tang Wulin. "You little brat, how dare you meddle in other people's business?"
That man kicked Tang Wulin chest and fell more than five meters away, and fell with pain in his chest.
Meanwhile, the young man carrying the little girl on the other side had a fierce look on his face. The commotion had already attracted the attention of passersby; this was, after all, on the street.
With a flick of his wrist, a gleaming dagger appeared in his palm. He gestured at Tang Wulin, "Get out of here if you don't want to die!"
Tang Wulin looked at him stubbornly and shouted angrily. "Bad guys won't have a good ending. I'm a spirit master, I'm not afraid of you. Let her go!"
As he spoke, Tang Wulin lifted his right hand, and a light blue ring of light twinkled. The Blue silver Grass appeared in his palm in its waving fashion. A faint energy undulated outwards from it.
What could rank 3 soul power do? It only made him a bit more powerful than his peers. He didn't have a soul ring to support his soul. His martial soul was far from being battle-capable. This was also the reason why cultivation was essential to being promoted from the lowest Soul master rank.
The youngster blanked out for a moment as his companions tugged on his arm. But
"Oh, a soul master? What a coincidence, I really hate soul masters, especially a righteous person like you." The gangster boss, without a smile, scornfully watched Tang Wulin struggle to stand.
The pain in Tang Wulin's face made his smile even more creepy. The suffering of a soul master like this made him happier than playing the villain with this little girl.
The young man glanced at his two followers behind him, and with a cold look, he ordered them. "Let the little girl go, I'm bored to death playing something like this. Hold that pretty boy, I really got a good toy today."
The young men looked at each other. They wanted to shake their heads, but when their boss's eyes fell on them, the urge to refuse was instantly extinguished.
"What are you doing? Is what I've told you not enough?"
"N-no, boss, we understand."
The two answered simultaneously and immediately ran toward Tang Wulin and held him in the air. Tang Wulin, feeling pain in his chest, shouted with a face full of resentment.
"L-Let go of me… I'm a registered spirit master in the spirit pagoda!"
"So-sorry… I apologize…"
"Y-yes… we have to comply with his wishes. If—if we don't, we'll be his toys tonight."
The two young men spoke to each other in trembling tones. Acute fear was etched on their faces as they held their necks, which were visibly red. If one looked closely, there were red marks covered in powder around both of their necks.
Tang Wulin paid no attention to any of this and focused on struggling to escape their grip. But all his movements were completely useless as the two held onto Tang Wulin as if their lives depended on him.
"Good job. Haha, I'm tired of playing with you two, so tonight, we won't be playing war crime simulators." The gangster boss laughed heartily and swung with full force.
"Stop!!!" From a distance, Na'er screamed hysterically and cried loudly.
A powerful jab landed right in Tang Wulin's solar plexus.
"Cough…" Tang Wulin fell to the ground and became extremely weak. His eyes filled with resentment before he lost his consciousness.
"What a waste. But a good toy is a good toy. Boys, let's get out of here," the gangster boss said coldly, but a smile formed on the young man's face.
A sinister smile like a devil that found his playthings.