Chapter 41: Tang San: You All Have a Death Wish!

Returning to the Public Security Squad, Guang Long took out his Soul Guide Communication Device and dialed a number.

When the other side picked up, he asked:

"Brother, got time to meet?"

"I'm a bit busy right now, no time. Let's get together tonight. You brat, what made you think of me? You didn't cause trouble, did you?"

"How would I dare? This is work assigned by the Spirit Pagoda." Guang Long held the Soul Guide Communication Device to his ear and smiled helplessly.

"That was your own choice. You clearly could have paid the money back, but you insisted on working it off. Regretting it now is too late."

Guang Long glanced at the window, looking at the distant lights of ten thousand households. His expression was somewhat complex, but his tone was very determined. "I don't regret it."

The type of work assigned by the Spirit Pagoda depends on the sponsored Soul Master's strength. After all, having a High-Rank Soul Master do Spirit Transmission work would be a waste, and the Soul Master wouldn't be willing to take that meager salary either.

But job positions inside the Spirit Pagoda are limited, so sometimes after communicating with the Federation, they arrange some positions for such people.

Guang Long belongs to this category.

Public Security Squad personnel are usually ordinary people equipped with Soul Tools. They can handle Low-Rank Soul Masters causing trouble, but against stronger Soul Masters, these people are useless. They must rely on powerful Soul Masters or Mecha Masters to suppress them.

But even though the salary for this kind of work isn't low, how could a Soul Ancestor or Soul King possibly be willing to do this kind of work?

The contract between the Spirit Pagoda and Civilian Soul Masters takes effect at this time, allowing them to arrange some personnel for such positions. However, this situation is relatively rare. After all, once they reach this stage, Soul Masters can completely pay back the money for their Spirits.

It's just... Guang Long wants to do it.

"My life is just like this. I can't compare to you, Big Brother. At least doing this work lets me know how I originally rose up, and keeps me from envying you."

"..."

The other end of the Soul Guide Communication Device fell silent for a moment, then came Guang Biao's cold snort. "That's still because you're not hardworking enough."

"I don't have your talent either." Guang Long laughed. "But actually doing it, enjoying the residents' admiring and trusting gazes doesn't feel bad either."

"... Hmph, as long as you're satisfied."

When the chat was about done, Guang Biao's voice suddenly turned serious:

"I need to remind you of something. Be careful recently. If you encounter people whose aura seems off, immediately stay away and notify the Mecha Battalion as soon as possible. Don't recklessly charge in."

Guang Long asked in confusion: "What happened?"

"An Evil Soul Master was caught by me during patrol, but I can't confirm if he still has companions."

Guang Long's eyes suddenly widened.

In the evening, Tang Wulin recalled everything he had encountered today. His emotions surged, he tossed and turned, unable to sleep.

By the time he fell asleep, it was already 12 AM.

He lay on the bed, feeling his body enveloped by a faint scorching heat. He couldn't help but tremble slightly, brows tightly furrowed, once again feeling that inexplicable palpitation.

When Tang Wulin opened his eyes, he discovered he was no longer in the Dormitory, but had arrived in a black world. All around was pitch black; nothing could be seen clearly.

Suddenly, a dazzling golden light lit up in the distance, attracting his attention. The golden light rapidly approached, its volume growing ever larger.

When Tang Wulin saw the true face of that light, he couldn't help but be shocked — it was a giant Golden Dragon!

"You've finally come. It seems your body can already withstand this power."

At this moment, Tang San's Divine Sense appeared before Tang Wulin. A complex look flashed in his eyes, quickly restrained. He pretended to have lost his memory, saying he was just a wisp of Divine Sense helping him undo the Golden Dragon King Seal, and began explaining to Tang Wulin.

A child of this age, if an extra normal person appeared inside their body, would definitely be frightened, even vigilant. It's better to say he has no memory.

Upon learning that his body contained the Golden Dragon King's essence, and that he would die if he couldn't gather the three auxiliary items to undo the Golden Dragon King Seal, Tang Wulin went dull.

He still had friends, a Spirit Transmitter uncle who had high expectations for him, his dad and mom waiting for his return, and Teacher Mang Tian... He didn't want to die!

"I will definitely gather them all!"

Looking at the determined Tang Wulin, Tang San's Divine Sense didn't immediately let him leave. Instead, after a long silence, he asked: "How do you plan to gather them? These things aren't cheap."

Although he hadn't paid attention to the Federation's prices, not to mention other things, right now the Soul Beasts at the two gathering places are in cahoots with the Spirit Pagoda, and Soul Beast numbers elsewhere have plummeted.

Under these circumstances, among the three items, the ten drops of Dragon Clan Bloodline Soul Beast blood are very hard to buy. The price is absolutely not cheap.

Tang Wulin's family can't even afford the Spirit money. How can he buy them?

"I..." Tang Wulin was momentarily at a loss for words.

"Don't think about seeking help from major powers. If the Golden Dragon King matter is exposed, you might be targeted by some dangerous figures."

"Eh?" Tang Wulin, who had just flashed the Spirit Pagoda's image in his heart, froze. Before he could speak, Tang San's Divine Sense sent him out.

At their first meeting, Tang San couldn't say too much either. He could only warn him like this, and still couldn't explicitly name the Spirit Pagoda.

After all, he couldn't very well say — Wulin, you're the son of my Sea God, right?

Not to mention Tang Wulin, even he himself wouldn't believe it under these circumstances. Without a foundation of trust, some things cannot be said.

'What a pity. Had I known it would turn out like this, I might as well have sent Wulin to the Clear Sky Sect for cultivation like ten thousand years ago. Now it's troublesome.'

Tang San secretly frowned.

What follows will be troublesome. He must make Wulin trust him first, before he can teach the other party correct values.

Fortunately, he already has a detailed educational policy.

He referenced the education he had received in the past — from the Tang Sect — Tang Hao — Shrek. In the end, he discovered only Shrek's was the most suitable. After all, Shrek has stood on the Continent for two ten thousand years, which already proves the correctness of its educational philosophy!

"Wulin, only by accepting my teaching can you survive in this difficult era!"

Muttering to himself, Tang San glanced slightly at the Outside World, wanting to look at Tang Wulin once more. As a result, he discovered Tang Wulin's luck had decreased again. His expression turned gloomy.

But he had long been prepared for this kind of thing. Just as he wanted to withdraw his Divine Sense, he suddenly discovered something was wrong. He carefully probed Tang Wulin's surroundings and saw an obscure Spiritual Imprint attached to Tang Wulin's body, crystal clear in the view of this wisp of his Divine Sense.

Tang San swiftly cleared this imprint. His face darkened.

"Who targeted Wulin?"

In the Dormitory, Huo Yuhao's brows slightly raised. Perceiving the soul skill's feedback, he woke from meditation and opened his eyes.

"I Lao didn't warn me, and there's no one in the Academy who can discover the existence of a Spiritual Beacon. It can only be Tang San. He's awake? And he even has the capability to observe the Outside World..."

The Spiritual Beacon, his self-created soul skill, operates on a principle similar to the Divine Sense power Tang San left behind, except it's a super youth version that can perceive the location of people carrying the beacon within a certain range, and its destruction provides feedback.

Because he worried about suddenly encountering unexpected situations, like Tang Wulin inexplicably running off to Shrek Academy right now, he placed one on Tang Wulin.

Unexpectedly... Tang San actually took action to clean it up?

Huo Yuhao's expression was somewhat strange.

Logically speaking, leaving it would be better, right? Isn't this telling me you're awake?

Is Tang Fozu still awake?

On the other side, after Tang San's Divine Sense cleaned up the Spiritual Beacon, he also reacted.

Only by leaving it could he silently catch that mastermind behind the scenes; he shouldn't have cleaned it up. Once cleaned, the other party would know there's a dangerous person beside Wu Lin, and might not approach Wu Lin again. He also couldn't judge what that person was targeting Wu Lin for, to nip the crisis in the bud.

Everything going wrong ultimately influenced his emotions and judgment; this strand of Divine Sense ultimately has flaws, unable to be as calm and wise as the Body God.

Damn it, the Spirit Pagoda, that piece of trash from ten thousand years ago, the one who stole fortune, Rong Nianbing who secretly found someone to throw down the Emotion God Position and run behind my back, the Destruction God King who chased me to beat me, the Golden Dragon King, the Abyssal Saint Lord...

You all have a death wish!

The more he thought, the more he felt there were many with a death wish; even though some were already dead, Tang San's mood was still bad...

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