Returning to the public security team, Guang Long took out his soul tool communicator and dialed a number.
When the other side answered, he asked: "Brother, do you have time to meet?"
"I'm a bit busy right now. No time. Let's get together tonight. What's this, you suddenly thinking of me? You haven't gotten into trouble, have you?"
"How would I dare? This is a job assigned by the Spirit Transmission Tower." Guang Long held the communicator to his ear and smiled helplessly.
"That was your own choice. You could have just paid back the money, but you insisted on paying through work. It's too late to regret it now."
Guang Long looked out the window at the thousands of lights in the distance. His expression was somewhat complicated, but his tone was firm. "I don't regret it."
The type of work assigned by the Spirit Transmission Tower depended on the strength of the sponsored spirit master. After all, assigning a high-level spirit master to transmission work would be very wasteful, and the spirit master wouldn't be willing to accept that meager salary either.
But the Spirit Transmission Tower had a limited number of internal positions. So sometimes, after consulting with the Federation, they would arrange some positions for such people.
Guang Long was one of these.
The vigilante team usually consisted of ordinary people carrying soul tools. While they could handle low-level spirit masters causing trouble, they were useless against stronger ones. Powerful spirit masters or mecha pilots were needed to suppress them.
But even if the salary for such work wasn't low, how could a Spirit Ancestor or Soul King be willing to do it?
The Spirit Transmission Tower's contract with civilian spirit masters came into play at times like this, allowing them to assign some people to such positions. However, this situation was relatively rare. After all, by this stage, a spirit master could completely pay back the cost of the Spirit Soul.
It's just that... Guang Long wanted to do it.
"This is as far as I'll go in life. I can't compare to you, big brother. At least by doing this kind of work, I can remember how I first rose up. It keeps me from being jealous of you."
"..."
The other end of the communicator was silent for a moment, then Guang Biao's cold snort came through. "That's just because you don't work hard enough."
"I don't have your talent either." Guang Long smiled. "But actually doing it enjoying the resident's trust and admiration it doesn't feel bad either."
"...Hmph. As long as you're satisfied."
When they had almost finished chatting, Guang Biao's voice suddenly became serious:
"I need to remind you of something. Be careful lately. If you encounter anyone who seems off, stay far away and notify the Mecha Brigade immediately. Don't be reckless and charge in."
Guang Long asked in confusion: "What's wrong?"
"I caught an evil spirit master during my patrol. But I can't be sure if he has accomplices."
Guang Long's eyes widened suddenly.
At night, Tang Wulin recalled everything he had experienced that day. His heart was stirred. He tossed and turned, unable to fall asleep.
It was already 12 AM by the time he finally drifted off.
Lying on the bed, he felt his body enveloped by a faint searing sensation. He trembled involuntarily, his brows tightly furrowed. Once again, he felt that strange throbbing.
When Tang Wulin opened his eyes, he found that he was no longer in the dormitory. He had come to a black world. Everything around was pitch black; he couldn't see anything clearly.
Suddenly, a dazzling golden light lit up in the distance, drawing his attention. The golden light approached rapidly, its volume growing increasingly huge.
When Tang Wulin clearly saw the true form of that light, he couldn't help but be horrified — it was a gigantic golden dragon!
"So you've finally come. It seems your body can now withstand this power."
Just then, Tang San's divine consciousness appeared before Tang Wulin. A complex expression flashed in his eyes, which he quickly suppressed. Pretending to have lost his memory, he said that he was merely a wisp of divine consciousness helping him untie the Golden Dragon King's seal and began explaining to Tang Wulin.
At this age, if a child suddenly found an extra normal person inside his body, he would certainly be afraid, even wary. It was better to say he had no memories.
When he learned that he had the essence of the Golden Dragon King inside him and that he would die if he couldn't collect the three auxiliary items to unlock the seal, Tang Wulin became dazed.
He had friends, the Spirit Transmission Master uncle who had high hopes for him, his father and mother waiting for him to come home, and Teacher Mang Tian... He didn't want to die!
"I will definitely collect them all!"
Looking at the determined Tang Wulin, Tang San's divine consciousness did not immediately let him leave. After a long silence, he asked: "How do you plan to collect them? These things aren't cheap."
Although he hadn't paid attention to the Federation's prices, putting aside other things, the spirit beasts from the two gathering grounds were now in collusion with the Spirit Transmission Tower. The number of spirit beasts elsewhere had plummeted.
Under these circumstances, among the three items, the ten drops of blood from a dragon-bloodline spirit beast would be very hard to buy. The price would definitely not be low.
Tang Wulin's family couldn't even afford the cost of a Spirit Soul. How would he buy it?
"I..." Tang Wulin was momentarily speechless.
"Don't even think about seeking help from major powers. If the matter of the Golden Dragon King is exposed, you might attract the attention of some dangerous individuals."
"Eh?" Tang Wulin, who had just thought of the Spirit Transmission Tower, was startled. Before he could speak, Tang San's divine consciousness sent him back.
It was their first meeting, and Tang San couldn't say too much. He could only warn him like this, and he couldn't even explicitly mention the name of the Spirit Transmission Tower.
After all, he couldn't just say Wulin, you are my son, the Sea God, aren't you?
Not to mention Tang Wulin, even he himself wouldn't believe that under these circumstances. And without a foundation of trust, some things couldn't be said.
What a pity. If I had known it would turn out like this, it would have been better to send Wulin to Haotian Sect for training, like ten thousand years ago. Now it's difficult.
Tang San frowned inwardly.
The next part would be trouble trouble. He had to make Wulin trust him first, only then could he teach him the correct values.
However, at least he had a detailed educational plan.
He had the education he himself had received from Tang Sect, to Tang Hao, to Shrek and ultimately found that only Shrek's was most suitable. After all, Shrek had stood on the continent for twenty thousand years, proving the correctness of its educational philosophy!
"Wulin, only by accepting my teachings can you survive in this difficult era!"
Murmuring these words, Tang San briefly glanced at the outside world, wanting to take another look at Tang Wulin. He saw that Tang Wulin's fortune had decreased again. His expression darkened.
But he had already prepared for this. Just as he was about to withdraw his divine consciousness, he suddenly noticed something wrong. Carefully around Tang Wulin, he saw a faint spiritual imprint imprint attached to Tang Wulin clear and clear as day to this wisp of divine consciousness.
Tang San quickly cleared this imprint imprint. His face darkened.
"Who is targeting Wulin?"
In the dormitory, Huo Yuhao raised an eyebrow slightly. Sensing the feedback from his spirit ability, he woke up from meditation and opened his eyes.
"Elder Electrolux didn't warn me. There's no one in the academy who could detect the Spiritual Beacon. It can only be Tang San. He's awake? And he still has the ability to observe the outside world..."
The Spiritual Beacon a self-created spirit ability. Its principle was similar to Tang San's method of leaving behind divine consciousness power, only it was a super super youth version. It could sense the location of a person carrying the beacon within a certain range. When destroyed, it would provide feedback.
Because he was worried about encountering unexpected situations such as Tang Wulin somehow running off to Shrek Academy he had placed one on Tang Wulin.
He hadn't expected... Tang San to actually destroy it?
Huo Yuhao's expression was somewhat strange.
Logically speaking, wouldn't it be better to just leave it? Doesn't that show that you're awake?
Was Buddha Tang still awake?
On the other hand, after clearing the Spiritual Beacon, Tang San realised what he had done.
Leaving it would have allowed him to silently catch the person behind this. He shouldn't have cleared it. By clearing it, the other party now knew that there was a dangerous person beside Wulin. They probably wouldn't come near Wulin anymore. He also wouldn't be able to determine why that person had been targeting Wulin and eliminate the crisis in advance.
Having things constantly go wrong had ultimately affected his emotions and judgment. This wisp of divine consciousness, after all, had flaw. It could not achieve the calm wisdom of the ontology.
Damn it — the Spirit Transmission Tower, that waste waste from ten thousand years ago, the person who stole fortune, Rong Nianbing who snuck away after throwing down the Seat of the Emotion God behind my back, the God King of Destruction who chased after me, the Golden Dragon King, the Abyss Saint Lord...
You all have a death wish!
The more he thought about it, the more he felt that there were many who deserved death. Even though some of them were already dead, Tang San's mood remained bad...
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