nagpurpolice Chapter 47 Silver Dragon Scales
Chapter 47 Silver Dragon Scales
Wang Dong's intermittent voice could still be heard in my ears...
Tang Clan? Is that the Tang Clan? Can I join...?
It's okay, tomorrow we'll prioritize friendship over competition...
Me? Of course, it's because I, this great one, am exceptionally gifted...
My dad? He's definitely surnamed Wang, but of course, he could also be surnamed Tang, hehe…
But if you put it that way, my mother might actually have the surname Wang...
Huh? Why did you give my sex to my mother? What did you say, Huo Yuhao? You seem distracted today…
What's there to say? Surnames are assigned randomly...hehehe!
Beibei! What do you mean? Why are you looking at me like that?
I've joined the Tang Sect too! I'm your junior brother now...
Huh? What did you say? Of course... um... it's my junior brother!!! What's the doubt about that...?
The grilled fish was finished in no time.
After chatting for a while, Huo Yuhao said that he would take tomorrow's match seriously.
So the group dispersed. Tang Wulin, carrying his chaotic thoughts, also left.
The quiet moonlight streamed into the room through the window at night. Tang Wulin leaned quietly against the wall behind the bed.
The shadows enveloped him, allowing him to hide away and examine his own heart.
A sense of unease lingered in his mind.
Because tonight, while grilling fish over the campfire, he suddenly realized that both Dai Yun'er and Xie Xie had left him forever.
He had been intentionally or unintentionally avoiding this topic in the past. Shrek Academy, a place spanning tens of thousands of years, had always been his anchor for finding his way back to the past.
But he no longer recognized Shrek. He suddenly longed to see the people who used to be by his side.
He wanted to see his parents, Yue Zhengyu, Xu Xiaoyan, Yuan Enyehui, Ye Xinglan, Wu Changkong, and even the Seven Old Demons on Devil Island.
"The Seven Old Demons?" Suddenly, Tang Wulin's heart stirred, as if he had thought of something. He instantly sat down cross-legged and entered a meditative state.
In this state, he quickly found what he was looking for.
Within his dantian, two extreme energies formed a vortex of soul power.
This was precisely the reason Tang Wulin was sent to this time and space in the first place, because of the fierce battle between himself and the level nine soul-guided cannon.
This caused the creative and destructive forces he absorbed on Devil's Island to play an unexpected role, ultimately leading him to this place.
Old Tang remained tight-lipped about the source of this power.
He was simply told that the reason this power appeared in the Douluo Continent was actually an accident, and that he should not use this power lightly in his daily life, otherwise it might attract the attention of a terrifying being.
Tang Wulin just couldn't understand. Wasn't his teacher in this life terrifying enough?
Is there anyone more terrifying than the Supreme Leader of the Cult of Living Beings?
Despite his doubts, Tang Wulin did as instructed, for Old Tang's decisions were always wise.
After discussing with Lao Tang, Tang Wulin finally determined the scope of this power's use.
As his spiritual energy slowly approached this previously unknown power, Tang Wulin silently thought:
"Let me see what secret you're hiding."
But just as Tang Wulin approached that power, a violent wave of dizziness washed over him, and Tang Wulin was terrified.
He hurriedly tried to escape, but the force was like a meat grinder, trying to shred Tang Wulin's spiritual power at the Spirit Abyss Realm. In despair, Tang Wulin had no ability to resist, and his consciousness gradually became blurred.
But just as Tang Wulin was losing consciousness, he suddenly realized that...
In reality, something sharp pricked my shoulder.
In an instant, that sharp object felt like a cold electric shock, instantly bringing Tang Wulin to his senses and allowing him to quickly regain his composure.
After adjusting his breathing, Tang Wulin opened his eyes.
They discovered that Wang Dong had just finished showering and was holding a towel in one hand, drying his head.
He handed himself a pointed object and said:
"Here, I found this in the bathroom. Is this yours?"
Tang Wulin looked down and his heart tightened. He quickly took the item and said with a smile, "It's mine, thank you!"
Seeing Tang Wulin's slightly strange expression, Wang Dong suspiciously leaned closer and asked:
"What do you mean? Is there anything special about this scale?"
Tang Wulin stared at the silver scale, pondered for a moment, then shook his head helplessly and said:
"It's alright, it's useless now."
Wang Dong shrugged, not caring, and turned back to the bed, saying:
"I won't be practicing today. I have a competition tomorrow, so I need to relax."
With that, Wang Dong burrowed into the blankets.
Seeing Wang Dong like this, Tang Wulin smiled helplessly.
Then, he looked at the silver scale in his hand.
Placing the silver dragon scale against his heart, a surge of longing welled up within Tang Wulin, and a sudden feeling of joy welled up within him.
At least he still had this scale with him, which allowed him to find solace in his longing.
But just then! A flash of light suddenly appeared on the silver dragon scales, and Tang Wulin's body trembled violently.
He then jumped to his feet, examining the silver dragon scales with extreme nervousness.
He tried various methods to replicate the scene he had vaguely seen earlier.
No matter whether soul power, bloodline power, blood dripping, or heart calls were injected, the scale did not react at all.
Tang Wulin slumped back onto the bed, sighed, and looked at the moon outside the window. He thought to himself:
"Perhaps, that was just an illusion."
He turned around and looked at Wang Dong, who had sat up again and was looking at him with a resentful expression.
Tang Wulin shrugged and said, "Sorry, sorry, I shouldn't have woken you up, but I was thinking, shall we continue our cultivation tonight?"