novelhk Chapter 9 The Aura of the Little Tyrant of the East Sea and the God King
Chapter 9 The Aura of the Little Tyrant of the East Sea and the God King
Donghai City, four in the morning.
Before dawn, the sea breeze, carrying a salty, fishy smell, swept through the streets. Outside the boys' dormitory building of Donghai College, a figure was sneaking out furtively.
He was a young man dressed in an exquisite suit, with his chestnut-brown short hair meticulously styled, and an expensive watch on his wrist that shimmered with the light of a soul guide. He carried an expensive-looking soul guide backpack, and his face displayed a maturity and arrogance that seemed out of place for his age.
"Hmph, I, the dignified young master of the Xie family of Donghai City, have actually been exiled to this lousy academy."
Xie Xie kicked a pebble away, muttering, "Why did they tell me to come here to temper my character and hide my identity? If it weren't for the clue to the legendary 'Dragon Dagger,' I wouldn't be suffering in a place like this."
He was plotting how to establish his authority in the academy and, incidentally, have some fun, when suddenly a series of dull, rhythmic impacts caught his attention.
"Clang, clang, clang..."
The sound came from an abandoned warehouse in a corner of the college.
"Who's forging iron inside so early? Disturbing my peace and quiet." Xie Xie frowned and moved with lightning speed. As an agility-type Soul Master, he was extremely fast, and in an instant, he silently reached the warehouse door.
Through the crack in the door, he saw a scene that he would never forget.
……
Abandoned forging room.
The fire was blazing, illuminating Tang Wulin's sweat-covered face.
At this moment, Tang Wulin was in a mysterious state. His arm muscles bulged, and golden scales were faintly visible under his skin. Every swing of his hammer carried a power that seemed capable of shaking the earth.
"Nine hundred and ninety-eight, nine hundred and ninety-nine, one thousand!"
As the final hammer fell.
"Buzz—!"
The once dull, grayish silver suddenly burst forth with a dazzling silver light. Fine, cloud-like patterns appeared on the metal's surface, as if it were breathing.
The refined silver is complete!
"good!"
Tang Wulin was overjoyed and was about to reach for it when Huo Yuhao's lazy yet authoritative voice echoed in his mind:
"Don't rush. Envelop it with your mental energy and sense its 'emotions.' This piece of metal is very excited right now; you need to soothe it."
Tang Wulin immediately did as instructed. He closed his eyes, and his spiritual energy surged forth like water.
Deep within the sea of consciousness, Huo Yuhao, dressed in white robes, hovered in mid-air, his fingers gently stroking the surrounding threads of spiritual energy.
"The Golden Dragon King's life force is fire, and the Sinking Silver is water. You must be the 'harmonizer'," Huo Yuhao said calmly. "This is the application of emotional power—controlling balance."
Guided by Huo Yuhao, the golden heat within Tang Wulin flowed down his arms, gently enveloping Chen Yin. The violent metallic aura instantly became docile, radiating a soft silver light.
"What beautiful silver!"
Just then, the warehouse door was kicked open (it wasn't broken, but it made a lot of noise).
"Wow, even those old guys from the Federal Blacksmiths' Association might not be able to succeed on their first try with metal of this quality, right?"
A slightly frivolous and somewhat arrogant voice rang out.
Tang Wulin turned around abruptly and saw a well-dressed young man standing at the door, arms crossed, chin slightly raised, staring at the thousand-refined silver in his hand with the look of someone scrutinizing merchandise.
"Who are you?" Tang Wulin asked warily, his grip on the heavy silver hammer tightening slightly, and the power of the Golden Dragon King's blood surged instantly.
"Who I am is not important." Xie Xie walked in with elegant steps, his gaze sweeping over Tang Wulin before finally settling on his thin body, a hint of disdain flashing in his eyes. "What is important is that I am your sugar daddy."
Xie Xie walked to the forging table, extended a finger, and gently flicked the piece of thousand-refined silver, producing a crisp sound.
"Hey, little blacksmith. I've got my eye on this piece of silver." Xie Xie pulled a golden soul guide card from his pocket and waved it in front of Tang Wulin. "There's one million Federal Credits in here. Name your price. This thing is mine, and the card is yours."
One million!
This is a huge sum of money for an ordinary family.
However, in Huo Yuhao's perception, the boy's "emotional" fluctuations showed that he did not really want to buy it, but was enjoying the pleasure of "throwing money at people".
"Not for sale," Tang Wulin replied coldly. This was a core component he intended to use to create his battle armor, and he wouldn't sell it for any amount of money.
"Not for sale?" Xie Xie was taken aback for a moment, then laughed as if he had heard the biggest joke in the world. "Kid, do you know who I am? I am Xie Xie, the young master of the Xie family in Donghai City. There is nothing in this area that I cannot buy."
As he spoke, Xie Xie's smile vanished, replaced by the arrogance typical of scions of noble families.
"Don't refuse a toast only to be forced to drink a forfeit." Xie Xie's fingers seemingly casually rested on Tang Wulin's shoulder, but in reality, his fingertips subtly moved, and an invisible wind blade quietly gathered. "It's your honor that this young master has taken a liking to your things."
"Be careful! This kid is an agility-based attacker, he's very fast!" Huo Yuhao's voice rang in Tang Wulin's mind. "However, his emotions are too volatile, and he's full of openings."
Tang Wulin's eyes narrowed, and just before Xie Xie's hand touched his shoulder, he suddenly pulled his body back, and at the same time, a golden light flashed on his right arm, and a terrifying power erupted.
"boom!"
Xie Xie only felt a blur before his eyes, followed by a tremendous force of recoil. His pride and joy in speed couldn't even keep up with the opponent's reaction!
"What?!" Xie Xie was shocked and took three steps back before regaining his balance.
He looked at Tang Wulin, a hint of seriousness finally appearing in his eyes: "A power-type Soul Master? No, your speed isn't slow either... Just who are you?"
"I am Tang Wulin," Tang Wulin replied calmly. "I don't sell my stuff. If you don't leave, get out."
"You!" Xie Xie was furious. As the young master of the Xie family, when had he ever been treated like this?
"What arrogance!" Xie Xie's eyes flashed with cold light, and he was about to make a move.
That's enough.
A voice as cold as ice, seemingly from the deepest hell, instantly froze the air in the entire warehouse.
Tang Wulin and Xie Xie both felt a chill rise up their spines.
At the warehouse entrance, a man dressed in a white robe stood, seemingly out of nowhere. His face was cold and stern, his eyes sharp as knives, and he carried a long sword in his hand.
Dancing in the sky.
He didn't even glance at Xie Xie, his gaze falling directly on Tang Wulin, his voice indifferent: "Tang Wulin, pack your things and come with me to the classroom."
After saying that, he turned and left, as if nothing had happened.
Xie Xie watched Wu Changkong's retreating figure, gritted his teeth, and snorted. Then he turned to Tang Wulin and said fiercely, "Tang Wulin, is that it? We'll see! I have plenty of time to play with you!"
After saying that, he chased after her.
Tang Wulin took a deep breath and carefully put away the Thousand Refined Silver.
"Senior brother, this person is incredibly strong," Tang Wulin thought to Huo Yuhao.
In his spiritual sea, Huo Yuhao watched Wu Changkong's retreating figure, a hint of admiration flashing in his eyes: "Heavenly Frost Sword... It seems that Donghai Academy isn't all mediocre. Let's go, go meet your new classmates. Remember, no matter what happens, with me here, no one can touch you."
Tang Wulin nodded and strode out of the forging room.
Sunlight shone on his face, illuminating his determined eyes.
A new chapter has begun.