Chapter 54: Gu Yue! Please, Ravage Me All You Want!
"Jiang Chen!"
The moment that psychic blade struck into her Sea of Consciousness, Gu Yue instantly felt dizzy for a second.
In that instant, countless negative emotions—evil, cruelty, malice—all flooded into her mind at once.
They had a noticeable impact on her.
Gu Yue was astonished. What? He could actually affect her?
She quickly expelled those corrupted emotions from her mind, her face turning a frightening shade of cold blue.
Without hesitation, she destroyed the psychic blade that pierced her consciousness. The next moment, her own spiritual body charged directly into Jiang Chen's mind.
A dazzling silver dragon appeared in his Sea of Consciousness, hovering above it coldly. What she saw before her—dark, sinister, and filled with an aura of corruption—was like the very embodiment of evil itself.
"The influence of the Evil God bloodline, I see…"
"To not have gone insane already is impressive."
"But this ends now! To touch the majesty of me, though your life may be spared, you'll suffer the consequences!"
Gu Yue didn't hesitate. She acted.
Absolute suppression!
"Grandpa Eliade! Help me!" Jiang Chen shouted in panic.
Electrolux: …
Watching the cracks forming across Jiang Chen's Sea of Consciousness again, Electrolux didn't know whether to laugh or scold.
Grimacing, he waved his hand, stitching the shattered Sea of Consciousness back together piece by piece.
"You little rascal, are you sick in the head? You keep provoking her like this—if she ever truly gets angry and severs your consciousness, even I won't be able to save you!"
A small black tiger with tiny wings lazily lay atop the condensed mass of Jiang Chen's evil consciousness and grinned. "Old Eliade, but that's why you're here! Besides, look how fast my progress is!"
Electrolux was speechless. This kid was a pervert—beyond repair.
Instead of meditating properly, he kept taking shortcuts, training through repeated near-death experiences.
Could he not just train like a normal person?
What kind of masochistic behavior was this?
Jiang Chen hardly knew what else to say—life was rough. He had survived for tens of thousands of years in the Douluo Continent, and to maintain his original sense of self without being consumed by this world, he had to constantly restrain himself.
If he ever fully activated the Evil God bloodline, his mind would be overrun with madness.
The Evil God ruled over every wicked and corrupt thought in existence.
Naturally, bearing that bloodline, he too was affected by it. If he wanted to avoid becoming a lunatic filled with dark desires, he had to cling to his old mindset—
the one from before he crossed worlds.
Playing games.
Living life as a game!
That mindset was the only thing preventing him from succumbing to his own evil instincts.
Even the God of Destruction sometimes struggled to suppress destruction's pull—so what could a nobody like him do?
At least the God of Evil had Good to balance him. Jiang Chen had only himself.
But now, he seemed to have found a new way.
His gaze burned, fixed on Gu Yue's high ponytail.
He wanted to freeload again!
…
"Wulin~~~"
"Senior Sister~~~"
Outside the Spirit Pagoda, two figures stood facing each other.
The young girl wore a cold expression with eyes as sharp as frost, while the young boy in front of her bowed his head timidly, not daring to meet her gaze.
"Tang Wulin! Do you have any explanation for yourself?" Mu Xi placed her hands on her hips, glaring furiously. She looked ready to demand answers on the spot.
Tang Wulin had already reached level twenty and needed to obtain his second soul ring. He originally planned to head to the Spirit Pagoda to draw a spirit soul—but was intercepted by Mu Xi halfway there.
The moment she learned his intention, she almost spat blood.
Seriously, what was this boy thinking? He was the personal disciple of the Seven-Star Saint Craftsman, a candidate for future Divine Blacksmith.
And he wanted to use the random draw for a spirit soul?
People would think the great Seven-Star Saint Craftsman had fallen so low that his disciple couldn't even afford a decent spirit soul. How shameful would that be for his father's reputation?
Tang Wulin hesitated for a while before finally squeezing out a timid response: "Senior Sister, I just… have really good luck."
"Good luck my ass!" Mu Xi exploded. "What if you pull a ten-year spirit soul? You'd still have to bond with it! And when you want to change it later, you can't! Do you realize what a waste that would be?"
Tang Wulin didn't really care.
Maybe, at first, he had hoped for a strong spirit soul. But now that he knew he carried the God King-level Golden Dragon King bloodline inside him, the quality or level of a spirit soul didn't matter anymore.
Getting a hundred-year or thousand-year one would be nice; even a ten-year would do.
After all, his first soul ring had been eight hundred years old—
and that only granted him Blue Silver Bind.
So what if it was eight hundred years old? It was only a bit tougher than a ten-year version. The only enhancement it had was thanks to his Golden Dragon King bloodline, not the soul ring itself.
Besides, one spirit soul could provide multiple soul rings, but no one could expect a ten-year spirit soul to keep granting power forever.
And according to Old Tang, other spirit souls within his body could help share the strain of the Golden Dragon King's bloodline.
Even as the Sea God and Shura God, ruler of the Divine Realm, Tang San couldn't unseal all of those seals on Tang Wulin's bloodline—especially the final one, the eighteenth—something even he dared not touch.
So, using spirit souls this way was the best method to safely release that dangerous divine blood inside him.
To the Divine King Tang San, whether his son inherited the complete Golden Dragon King bloodline didn't matter; the key was inheriting its God Seat of Destruction.
Only by doing that could he achieve true immortality and survive until the return of the Divine Realm. Otherwise, by the time that day came, Tang Wulin would have long turned to dust—and Xiao Wu would surely weep.
Of course, there was another failsafe—the divine thrones of the God of Life and the God of Destruction.
When the turbulent storms of chaos engulfed the Divine Realm, those two gods sacrificed themselves to preserve its existence…
"Senior Sister~"
Tang Wulin sighed helplessly. His senior sister was amazing—strong, caring, and truly good to him.
It's just… she managed every tiny aspect of his life, which left him feeling a bit suffocated.
"Come on, today Senior Sister will get you the best spirit soul available. I promise you'll be the flashiest one in your class!"
She grabbed Tang Wulin's hand and headed straight toward the Spirit Pagoda.
Across the Douluo Federation, there were fewer than ten Saint Craftsmen in total. Within the Blacksmiths' Association, aside from the Divine Blacksmith Zhen Hua, there were only four remaining Saint-level masters.
As the daughter of one, Mu Xi's status was naturally prestigious. She was well acquainted with the Spirit Pagoda, which was, after all, one of the most entertaining and advanced facilities in every city.
Dragging Tang Wulin along, she glanced down at his reluctant expression. Her eyes darkened dangerously.
"Don't think I don't know you've been jogging every morning with that Zi Xin!" She pinched him hard at the waist. "What's this? Now you're reluctant to spend time with your Senior Sister? How many times have I told you—stay away from other women! Do you still want to become a Divine Blacksmith or not?!"
Hearing that, cold sweat ran down Tang Wulin's back as a pang of guilt chilled his spine.
He quickly shook his head and stammered, "B-but Senior Sister Zi Xin isn't an outsider!"
(END CHAPTER)
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