dmims Chapter 50 is a story written by '0-01'.
Chapter 50 is a story written by '0-01'.
Tianhai Orphanage.
Time flies, and in the blink of an eye, Lu Xingchen turned seven.
Sunlight filtered through the gaps in the branches and leaves, casting dappled shadows that fell on the windowsill of the lounge and on the open notebook on the bedside table.
A gentle breeze slipped in through the window, softly turning the yellowed pages of the book and slowly unfolding the words recorded within into the air:
[Date in the Douluo Calendar: Year xxxx, Month xxxx, Day x]
In Aolai City, Tang Wulin, who had awakened his Blue Silver Grass martial soul at the age of six, was walking home happily. Although his classmates mocked his Blue Silver Grass martial soul as a useless one, and even his teacher didn't think much of him.
But Tang Wulin was not discouraged at all. He clenched his small fists, and the phrase he had learned in history class kept echoing in his mind.
"There are no useless martial souls, only useless soul masters." This is a profound saying left by Master Yu Xiaogang, the teacher of Tang San, the Sea God, 20,000 years ago, and it has now become the most steadfast belief in Tang Wulin's heart.
"So what if my spirit is Blue Silver Grass? Before awakening the Blue Silver Emperor, didn't Tang San, the Sea God of history, also use Blue Silver Grass in battle and defeat many powerful enemies? I will definitely become a powerful spirit master," Tang Wulin thought firmly.
Just then, Tang Wulin, who was walking along the road, suddenly noticed that several young men with ill intentions were surrounding a silver-haired girl on a side path ahead.
"Stop! Let her go!" Perhaps driven by a sense of justice, or perhaps guided by some mysterious force, Tang Wulin almost instinctively stepped in front of the little girl, angrily shouting at the group of thugs before him.
"Big brother, he seems to be a Soul Master. A kid this age is registered on the Federation's list. We'd better not mess with him," a henchman said, his heart filled with fear as he looked at the Soul Power emanating from Tang Wulin's hand.
"That's true." The gang leader thought so too, but just then, he saw the cowardly looks in his underlings' eyes and Tang Wulin's confident gaze, and a nameless anger flared up within him.
"I'm the boss, how can I back down like this? And this little bastard, so young and already thinking about being a hero, we've become his stepping stones. No, I can't just leave like this, otherwise, if word gets out, how will I, Sang Biao, ever show my face in this area?"
With this thought in mind, the gang leader "Sang Biao" immediately pulled out a dagger from his pocket and threatened Tang Wulin, "You brat, thinking about being a hero and saving a damsel in distress at such a young age? Get lost, or you'll regret it!"
Tang Wulin looked at him defiantly and said, "I'm not afraid of you. I'm a Soul Master." As he spoke, he revealed his Blue Silver Grass Martial Soul.
Upon hearing this, Sang Biao immediately ordered his henchmen forward, shouting angrily, "So what if you're a Soul Master? Does that mean you can be all high and mighty? Let me tell you, I'm going to beat up Soul Masters today! Men, get them!"
Although the surrounding thugs were frightened, they dared not disobey their boss's order and could only grit their teeth and rush towards Tang Wulin.
"Come on!" Tang Wulin, completely unfazed, charged towards the thugs as well.
Logically speaking, Tang Wulin had just awakened his Blue Silver Grass martial soul, and his innate soul power was only level three. Even if he was stronger than ordinary people his age, he could not possibly be a match for a few adult thugs.
[Because without the support of a spirit or spirit ring, a martial spirit cannot unleash its true combat power. This is why the Federation stipulates that only after cultivating to level ten spirit power and condensing the first spirit ring can one advance from the lowest-ranking spirit warrior to a spirit master.]
[Because only at that stage does a martial spirit gain practical combat ability.]
But everything happening now was strange. In the struggle with the thugs, Tang Wulin's movements weren't particularly agile, yet he always managed to dodge their attacks unexpectedly at crucial moments.
Either the thug was throwing a punch when a gust of wind blew sand into his eyes;
Either the thug's foot slipped on a small pebble, causing him to lose his balance and his fist landed on his companion instead;
[Some thugs had clearly grabbed Tang Wulin's clothes, but for some reason their hands slipped, allowing him to break free.]
[A series of bizarre little mistakes occurred one after another, and the originally one-sided situation turned into a fight where Tang Wulin and the thugs were evenly matched.]
Tang Wulin himself was somewhat surprised. He didn't know why, but every time he encountered danger, he always managed to escape unscathed, as if an invisible hand was protecting him in the shadows.
Just as the two sides were locked in a stalemate, a series of urgent sirens suddenly came from afar, growing closer and closer—the guards of Aolai City had arrived.
"Damn the security detail!" Upon hearing the sirens, Sang Biao's face instantly turned extremely ugly. He gritted his teeth and cursed, "They usually take forever to respond to calls, why are they here so fast today? And this brat, he really ruined my plans!"
Despite his resentment, Sang Biao knew that once the guards arrived, it would be difficult for them to make a move. However, looking at Tang Wulin and remembering his boss's reputation, his anger was difficult to quell.
"Kid, you're lucky today!" Sang Biao brandished his dagger, his eyes glaring fiercely at Tang Wulin. "But this isn't over yet. You just wait!"
After saying that, Sang Biao suddenly lunged at Tang Wulin—even if he couldn't take the silver-haired little girl away, he wanted to teach this meddlesome brat a lesson so he wouldn't dare to get in his way again.
Seeing Sang Biao lunging at him with a dagger, Tang Wulin's expression finally changed. He was, after all, only a six-year-old child, and facing a sharp blade, it was inevitable that he would feel some fear.
Tang Wulin retreated relentlessly, desperately dodging Sang Biao's attacks, while silently chanting in his mind, "Hurry up, faster! As long as I hold out until the guards arrive, he won't dare to be so arrogant anymore!"
However, at this crucial moment, an unexpected change occurred.
As Tang Wulin retreated, he accidentally stepped on a loose stone slab, slipped, lost his balance, and fell heavily to the ground.
"Oh no!" Tang Wulin thought to himself, trying to get up, but it was too late.
"Hahaha, kid, let's see where you run now!" Sang Biao's face was full of ferocity as he brandished his dagger and lunged at Tang Wulin.
[But at that critical moment, Sang Biao's foot suddenly slipped—someone had dropped a fruit peel, which landed right at his feet. Sang Biao instantly lost his balance and fell forward.]
[Ahhhhhhh!!!!] A heart-wrenching scream suddenly rang out, not from Sang Biao, but from Tang Wulin.
Despite losing his balance, Sang Biao's dagger was still aimed at Tang Wulin. As he fell, the sharp dagger, like a stray nail, plunged deep into the center of Tang Wulin's thigh.
Blood instantly seeped from Tang Wulin's trousers, staining the ground red. Almost at the instant the blood dripped, dark clouds suddenly gathered over the previously clear sky above Aolai City, and a fierce wind arose.
[Boom!] Streaks of lightning flashed through the clouds, and the deep rumble of thunder, like the roar of a giant beast, echoed through the heavens and earth, creating an atmosphere reminiscent of an impending apocalypse.
At the same time, a golden trident pattern faintly appeared on Tang Wulin's forehead.
["Hmm?" A faint purple light suddenly flashed in Na'er's eyes, who had been standing to the side, protected by Tang Wulin.]
She had initially watched everything with fear, but when the golden trident pattern appeared, her eyes lit up with curiosity, her gaze fixed on Tang Wulin's forehead as if searching for something.
"Boss, the police are here! Let's run!" The thugs nearby, seeing the flashing police lights in the distance, turned pale with fright and shouted to Sang Biao.
[Sang Biao finally snapped out of the chaos. He looked at the blood-stained dagger in his hand, then at Tang Wulin lying on the ground screaming, and at the approaching sirens overhead. A wave of fear washed over him.]
"Yes, run!" As if waking from a dream, he yanked the dagger out of Tang Wulin's leg, ignoring Tang Wulin's even more piercing screams, and turned to run into the depths of the alley. The other thugs hurriedly followed, fleeing in panic.
[The security team members who arrived later saw the situation and quickly took Tang Wulin to the hospital, and also took Na'er away to give a statement.]
"Ziran, how is Linlin?" At the hospital, Lang Yue, who had rushed over upon hearing the news, anxiously asked her husband.
"Langyue, don't worry, Linlin's life isn't in danger. It's just..." Tang Ziran's eyes flashed with pain as she said, "The doctor said that the knife wound injured little Linlin and might cause some inconvenience to his future life."
"What!" Lang Yue was struck dumb upon hearing this, her eyes filled with disbelief. Years ago, an experimental accident had left her infertile, and she had always felt guilty for not being able to bear Tang Ziran a child.
She later adopted Tang Wulin, showering him with all her love. But now, is her child also destined to suffer such misfortune?
"Yueyue, don't overthink it!"
Seeing Lang Yue's reaction, Tang Ziran quickly explained, "The doctor said the cut wasn't deep and didn't damage anything, so Linlin is still fertile. However... this will likely cause him some psychological trauma, and we'll need to provide him with more support and guidance."
"That's good, that's good..." Hearing that Tang Wulin was still fertile, Lang Yue finally breathed a sigh of relief, her heart finally at ease.
But then her eyes turned angry again, and she asked through gritted teeth, "Where are the culprits who hurt Linlin? Have they been caught? I will definitely sue them and make them pay for their actions!"
"This..." A strange look flashed in Tang Ziran's eyes. He hesitated for a moment, but still told the truth:
"According to the security detail, the group of thugs were struck by lightning while fleeing the scene and are now all dead."
Upon hearing this, Lang Yue paused for a moment, then sneered, "Hmph! They truly deserve what they get!"
Meanwhile, the guards who arrived too late, resulting in Tang Wulin being injured by Sang Biao, were also seen by a passing evil spirit master while carrying Sang Biao's body and were then brutally murdered.
A few days later, Tang Wulin finally awoke from his coma. The first thing he did upon regaining consciousness was to inquire about Na'er. Upon learning that she was an orphan, he immediately asked his parents if he could adopt her and make her his younger sister.
Tang Ziran and Lang Yue were kind-hearted to begin with. Seeing Na'er's lonely and helpless state, and unable to resist Tang Wulin's persistent pleading, they finally softened and agreed to adopt Na'er.
The story seemed to have returned to its predetermined course, but unnoticed, it quietly veered off course.
A small, fair hand covered the notebook, stopping the pages from turning. The breeze gradually subsided, and the lounge returned to silence.