"Be a good kid, alright?"
"Just answer my questions, okay?"
"I would never harm you."
Tang San suppressed his turbulent emotions, forcing his voice to remain calm and unhurried.
This was his son—his own flesh and blood.
What father would ever harm his own child? He certainly wouldn't, and he believed the boy would trust him too.
"..."
Tang Wulin remained silent. "Would never harm me"? Yeah, right. He wasn't buying it.
"Speak."
"What do you actually want?"
The next moment, he took a deep breath, his eyes wary as he stared at the black-robed figure before him.
Appearing in his consciousness...
This was bad. Really bad.
His brother had warned him—there were vile parasites in this world who liked to latch onto others, waiting to seize their bodies when the time came.
And looking at this guy, dressed in ominous black robes with a shady appearance—
"Doesn't look like a good guy."
"Even if he's not one of those parasites, he's definitely no saint."
Tang Wulin clenched his fists, ready to summon his Reason Hammer—assuming, of course, he stood a chance against this guy.
Otherwise, he might never get to be his parents' good son or his brother's good little brother again.
"Kid, your name is Tang Wulin, right?"
Tang San looked at him again, smiling. He had grown so much—truly his Golden Dragon.
"Yeah."
Tang Wulin's expression didn't change, but his suspicions deepened. Someone with ill intentions... If only he were stronger, he'd love to teach this guy some "reason."
"Little Tang, when did the dragon sealed inside you disappear?"
"Oh, and I'm also surnamed Tang. You can call me Old Tang."
Seeing that Tang Wulin wasn't keen on listening, Tang San cut to the chase.
How could the Golden Dragon King's seal vanish without a trace? If it had that kind of power, it wouldn't have been killed by the Divine Kings of the God Realm in the first place.
"No idea."
"And don't call me so familiarly."
Tang Wulin's face remained cold as he shook his head.
"Little Tang"?
More like "Little Dumbass."
"That dragon is important—to me, to you. You must know when it disappeared. Tell me."
Tang San gritted his teeth, speaking bluntly.
Sure, the Golden Dragon King was a ticking time bomb, but its terrifying bloodline suppression was unmatched across the entire Douluo Continent—a complete dimensional overpower.
Even those who hadn't ascended to godhood couldn't withstand it. Hell, even he, with his dual godhoods, had barely managed to resist it.
As a growth potential, it was extraordinary.
"Why should I tell you...?"
Tang Wulin sneered. Look at this guy—he'd already slipped up. "Important to him"?
He hadn't even taken over his body yet, and he was already thinking about that?
"Wait, you—"
"Do you even know who I am?"
Tang San's face darkened. Why was this kid so stubborn?
"Actually, no."
"Fine, fine. I'll tell you then..."
Tang San clenched his jaw. He hadn't planned to reveal his identity so soon, but at this rate, the boy wouldn't even talk to him.
"Actually."
"I'm your dad."
Tang San's gaze beneath the black robes was filled with tenderness.
"I'm not just Old Tang, my full name is Tang—"
"You're my dad?"
"I'm your grandpa, you little—!"
Tang San had been about to speak gently, but Tang Wulin, hearing these words, flew into a rage. In an instant, he pulled out the Reason Hammer from his Soul Guidance Device and swung it fiercely at the other man.
A dragon has its reverse scale—touch it, and you die.
His reverse scale was his family. And now, this black-robed stranger who had appeared out of nowhere was claiming to be his father...
He deserved death!
"You're hitting me?"
Staring at the Forging Hammer swinging toward him, Tang San didn't even have time to dodge—or perhaps he never considered dodging as an option. The blow left him momentarily stunned.
Everything in the consciousness space existed in a state of awareness, but how could someone actually attack here?!
And facing his own son, he had let his guard down completely. Never in his wildest dreams had he imagined that his own son would raise a hammer against him!
"You bet I'm hitting you."
"What kind of brain-deficient creature are you? Brother was right—fools are everywhere, and you never know when you'll run into one."
Tang Wulin's voice was icy.
"No, Wu Lin, listen to me—!"
"I'm—"
Before Tang San could finish, Tang Wulin's figure before him began to blur.
"You're leaving the consciousness space?"
He froze, his tone growing urgent.
"There's so much more I need to tell you, Wu Lin. I can't perceive the outside world, but you can come to me anytime with any questions. And—"
"Don't tell anyone about my existence."
Tang San spoke hastily, even forgetting to reveal his name in his hurry to emphasize secrecy.
About his existence—don't tell anyone, okay?
"What an absolute moron. But I didn't realize I could exit like that..."
Back in his dorm room, Tang Wulin opened his eyes and exhaled in relief. If he'd known he could leave anytime, he wouldn't have wasted words on that nonsense.
Still, his talent wasn't even that great—how could he end up in this situation, getting parasitized by someone else...
"Was it because of my second Martial Soul awakening?"
Tang Wulin rubbed his temples in frustration. But that guy had just said—don't tell anyone, okay...
Hmm, makes sense!
Outside Dorm 123.
"So."
"Wu Lin, you're saying there's someone in your consciousness now who can't perceive the outside world but can communicate with you, and you've already spoken with them?"
Tang Luochuan had been summoned by his younger brother. After hearing the explanation, he fell silent for a long moment before speaking.
"Yeah."
Tang Wulin nodded earnestly. He'd told his brother everything—except for that dead man's nonsense.
"This is a problem."
Tang Luochuan's expression darkened, his eyes sharp with wariness.
It's happened—the one black mark on Wu Lin's record! That so-called birth father Old Tang! This wisp of the Tang Great Buddha's divine consciousness had finally appeared after Wu Lin's second Martial Soul awakened.
In this era where the Divine Realm no longer existed, that divine consciousness was undoubtedly the most powerful force around. He couldn't afford to let his guard down.
"Right, Brother."
"What should I do about this situation?"
Tang Wulin immediately wore a pleading expression. Although his brother wasn't much older than him, he always felt that the other would offer him some advice.
"He's definitely no good."
"Wu Lin, from now on, don't interact with him at all—not a single word. Don't respond unless absolutely necessary."
Tang Luochuan's expression was grave. Even exchanging a few words with the Great Buddha Tang San felt dangerous to him.
Just like in the original plot—what a good kid Wu Lin had been, only to be ruined by the mere title of being Tang San's son. The problem was far too serious.
Who knew when that guy might spout some nonsense and trick his naive little brother? The thought alone made him want to cry.
"As for the rest…"
[Striving System Activated]
Tang Luochuan was about to say something when the system's voice suddenly echoed in his mind, making his eyes light up. He had almost forgotten—he still had the system's abilities!
Such a striving system…
Surely it would help him solve this problem!
[Detected that the host is facing a dilemma]
[Host's younger brother is currently parasitized by the shameless divine sense of Tang San. Eliminating the divine sense and recycling it as spiritual power to bestow upon the host.]
[Current spiritual power level: Peak of the Spirit Sea Realm]
"Huh?"
"Just like that, it's gone."
Hearing this, Tang Luochuan froze for a moment before the weight in his heart instantly lifted. If he had known his system could handle it, what was there to fear?
Not only that, but it even recycled the other's divine sense to replenish his spiritual power—this was even better than a secondhand recycling effect!
"Wu Lin."
"Given that he can't perceive the outside world, his consciousness won't last long. As long as he never succeeds in doing evil, he'll probably dissipate on his own."
For a moment, Tang Luochuan's eyes gleamed with amusement as he looked in Tang Wulin's direction and spoke bluntly.
As long as Wu Lin didn't initiate conversation with the other, he wouldn't notice the disappearance so quickly. It would take a long time before he realized—which was just as well…
"Huh?"
"Got it, Brother."
Hearing this, Tang Wulin also seemed thoughtful. That damn thing really couldn't sense the outside world. As long as he didn't give it a chance to communicate with him…
It wouldn't be able to trouble him at all!
"Then I'll go back to cultivating, Brother."
"Sure, sure."
"…"
Divine Realm.
The Sea God, holding his trident, suddenly furrowed his brows before his face twisted into an odd expression.
"Gone."
"My surveillance on Wu Lin…"
"It's gone!!!"
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