The figure of light didn't say more: "I can only tell you the method; as for how to do it, that depends on you."
After saying that, before Tang Wulin could ask anything else, the surrounding scenery began to distort.
After a bout of dizziness, he snapped his eyes open, his entire body soaked in cold sweat.
"Tang Wulin, what's wrong?" Although Xie Xie was deep in conversation with Yun Xiao and Zhou Changxi, he had been keeping an eye on Tang Wulin. No longer cold and arrogant, he immediately noticed that Tang Wulin had exited his meditation.
"Did we disturb you?"
Without answering immediately, Tang Wulin recalled everything that had just happened.
Was it a dream? But everything that had just occurred felt so real.
"No, I'm fine."
Tang Wulin shook his head and got up to go to the washroom to rinse off, forcing himself to calm down.
When he returned to the room, he found that his roommates were no longer chatting. The dormitory lights were off, and they had each quietly returned to their own beds.
It had to be said that Arthur had made an indelible contribution to this, especially regarding Zhou Changxi.
Under his specific attention, everyone had unknowingly become very polite.
"Do they think they were disturbing me just now..." Tang Wulin felt a warmth in his heart.
Then he returned to his bed to think.
The current priority was to find those three items.
Time passed quietly... That evening, Arthur went to the Blacksmith Association to practice blacksmithing.
With the help of his Intuition, which allowed him to experience the next Rank of blacksmithing in advance, Arthur's actual level was now not far from Spirit Forging.
And this was despite the fact that his focus in Cultivation was not on blacksmithing.
Mu Chen often lamented about this, wondering what heights Arthur would have reached by now if he had devoted himself entirely to blacksmithing.
This was even though Arthur was already constantly setting the record for the youngest person to Breakthrough blacksmithing Ranks.
However, Mu Chen only lamented; he didn't demand that Arthur place more importance on blacksmithing.
After all, his talent as a Soul Master was clearly even stronger, and his increase in strength was visible to the naked eye.
It could be said that he was improving steadily every day, as if he had no Bottleneck.
If he were forced to tilt his Cultivation toward blacksmithing, it would be putting the cart before the horse.
Bang, bang, bang... Inside a forging room, the roar of a forging hammer striking metal carried a unique rhythm.
Mu Chen walked into the room. He seemed to be in a good mood today.
"Phew..." Arthur finished his forging and exhaled a long breath.
This time, he had forcibly suppressed his vague sixth sense. Thus, the Spirit Forging failed.
However, he could feel that layer of the Bottleneck; a Breakthrough to Spirit Forging might happen within these few days.
"Teacher, did something happen today? You look so happy." Turning to see the obvious joy on Mu Chen's face, Arthur couldn't help but ask.
"Haha, you noticed." Mu Chen laughed heartily. "A Genius came to the Blacksmith Association today."
"A nine-year-old Third-Rank Blacksmith!"
"Nine years old..." Arthur was surprised at first, but then he realized. "Is it Tang Wulin?"
"Eh?" Now it was Mu Chen's turn to be surprised. "Little Arthur, you know him?"
"Yes, he's my classmate."
"Is that so? What a coincidence." Mu Chen stroked his chin.
Under Mu Chen's twitching gaze, Arthur naturally scooped the newly forged metal into his arms.
Then he casually pulled a piece of precious rare metal from the forging room to continue practicing.
This kid... Arthur never used appropriate metals for practice, only picking the most expensive ones. And after forging, he would always stuff them into his own pockets.
Shaking his head helplessly, Mu Chen didn't bother to scold him. He was his student anyway; if he wanted to take them, let him.
"Bang, bang..."
The roar of metal rang out again.
But this time, Arthur stopped halfway through his striking, and the ahoge on top of his head stood up.
He suddenly looked toward a certain direction outside the window.
His perception was screaming: stay away from that place!
No, stay away from this city!
A great terror had descended!
...A typhoon was making landfall in East Sea City today.
Gale-force winds accompanied by torrential rain came howling in.
When Tang Wulin walked into the forging workshop, the outside world was already pitch black.
He tightly closed the doors and windows and let out a long sigh.
He took out three items from his storage spirit tool, and at the same time, his heartbeat suddenly quickened.
Was that mysterious figure of light and the Golden Dragon King's memories really real?
Now, the hundred-year scarlet flame fruit, the hundred-year ice crystal fruit, and the blood of a Dragon-type Spirit Beast were all gathered.
He opened the first box first, and a scorching aura rushed toward him. He could clearly feel the room's temperature soar.
The hundred-year scarlet flame fruit in the box was larger than the pictures in books; just looking at it made him feel a burning heat.
Then he opened the second box, and a cool aura gushed out, seemingly neutralizing the scorching heat.
The thumb-sized hundred-year ice crystal fruit glowed with a blue light, faintly confronting the Scarlet Flame Fruit, though the latter's light seemed a bit stronger.
Tang Wulin was in a dilemma; he didn't know how to use them.
He closed his eyes and called out for that figure of light in his mind, but there was no response for a long time. Just as he was starting to think it was a dream...
"You've gathered them?" the voice suddenly rang out.
His consciousness entered the dark space.
"Old Tang?" Tang Wulin asked nervously.
"It's me," the figure of light replied.
"Since you've gathered them, let's begin."
"Breaking the Seal requires enduring immense pain. A momentary lapse, and you will fall," Old Tang said in a heavy voice.
"Nothing in this world comes for free. If you want to undergo Fusion with the Golden Dragon King's essence to become stronger, you must endure this suffering."
No, I don't want to.
Tang Wulin remembered the figure of light's previous warning about his body exploding.
If I die, what will happen to Mom and Dad?
His gaze instantly turned firm: "What should I do?"
"First, find a place where you won't be disturbed for a few days..."
Old Tang paused halfway through, and his tone changed: "No, there's no need. You can start right now."
"Put the spirit fruits in a sealed container, pour in the Dragon blood and Seal it. Drink it once it settles. Your mind and spirit must be calm before taking the medicine."
After Old Tang finished his instructions, Tang Wulin's consciousness returned to the workshop.
He called Xie Xie to let him know he was safe: "I'm sheltering from the typhoon in the workshop; I won't be coming back for now."
"That's good. I'm also going into seclusion to push for two rings. When the time comes, I'll definitely crush Class One!" Xie Xie's voice came through fuzzily. Tang Wulin chatted with him for a few moments before ending the call.
He prepared everything.
Looking inside the cup, the deep purple liquid was bubbling, as murky as swamp water.
Tang Wulin gritted his teeth, closed his eyes, raised the cup, and downed the liquid in one gulp.
Unexpectedly, the liquid didn't taste bad upon entry, and a warmth instantly spread through his entire body.
Focusing his mind, Tang Wulin stepped back and sat cross-legged on the ground, circulating his Soul Power to catalyze the medicine's effects. Just as he was wondering how Old Tang would help, a sudden, sharp pain struck.
His blood seemed to be boiling, and heat erupted from his pores. The scorching sensation made him let out a wretched groan, his body trembling violently.
Starting from his forehead, faint golden net-like patterns appeared and spread across his entire body, the lines gradually turning from ethereal to clear.
"Roar!"
Suddenly, a bizarre change occurred!
Accompanied by a Dragon's roar, the space surrounding the room was torn apart.
A Dragon Claw struck directly at Tang Wulin, who was fully focused on breaking the Seal.
"I've been waiting for you!"
Tang San's Divine Sense coalesced.
As the Divine Sense of a God King, he had long ago discovered Di Tian hiding in the shadows.
He had prepared early to prevent Di Tian's sneak attack.
However, it was a pity.
He was too confident; after sensing Di Tian, he believed everything was under control.
He had not discovered the existence of the Silver Dragon King.
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