RNP Chapter 23 Tang Ziran: Son, fly high, Dad will roll you up!
Chapter 23 Tang Ziran: Son, fly high, Dad will roll you up!
Donghai City.
The second largest city on the East China Sea coast of the Sun and Moon Federation. An important port, maritime transport, and marine resource development city.
The city has a permanent population of over three million and is very wealthy thanks to its utilization of marine resources. Even within the entire Sun and Moon Federation, it can be considered a second-tier city.
Donghai City boasts a long history, and its urban landscape retains its ancient style. In recent centuries, the Sun and Moon Federation has paid special attention to the protection of ancient buildings, so many ancient structures dating back over a thousand years can be seen in this historic city.
At the Donghai City Soul Guidance Train Station, a dark blue Soul Guidance Train slowly entered the station and slowed down.
In the East China Sea, almost all soul-guided trains are predominantly blue.
The train came to a stop, and the doors opened. People filed off the train, many carrying large amounts of luggage. The station instantly became bustling with activity. A steady stream of people headed towards the exit.
Tang Wulin tightened his backpack and followed the crowd out. It was his first time in this big city, and he looked around with curiosity.
The roof of the train station was made of many metal pipes pieced together. Just by looking at it, he could tell that these metal pipes were all cast metal, made by the most common stamping process.
His complexion wasn't good, and he seemed somewhat downcast.
Faced with an unfamiliar environment, the nine-year-old boy inevitably felt some fear.
"So big—"
This was Tang Wulin's first impression, without any other meaning; it was simply that it was big.
This one train station alone is much larger than their outlet city station, and the passenger flow is incomparable.
Is this Donghai City?
He looked up at the tallest building in the city, a towering structure that reached into the clouds. This was his first destination on this trip—the East China Sea Spirit Pagoda branch.
It is known as a branch of the Eighteen Heavenly Pillars.
Tang Wulin was walking forward when he suddenly noticed the crowd in front of him automatically parting to both sides. Upon closer inspection, he realized that a soul-guided car with a gleaming black finish had stopped on the platform, and people were making their way around it to avoid it.
Although I don't recognize what kind of vehicle it is, its appearance clearly indicates that it's very high-end. The body is long and streamlined, with four wheels and tracks along the undercarriage. This demonstrates its all-terrain capabilities.
Two men in black suits stood by the car door, peering into the crowd.
As Tang Wulin approached, they seemed to have found their target. One of the men strode towards Tang Wulin and respectfully said, "Young Master!"
This address was obviously not directed at Tang Wulin. Tang Wulin subconsciously looked to his side and saw a young man walking towards him from behind.
The boy looked to be about the same age as him, wearing a blue tracksuit and with short brown hair. By the time Tang Wulin turned his head, the boy had already walked past him, so he only saw his profile.
He had fair skin, a high nose bridge, slightly sunken eye sockets, and long, curled eyelashes; his eyes appeared to be dark green.
Just then, a force pushed him from the crowd on the other side, causing him to stumble and bump into the boy's shoulder.
Thus ended Tang Wulin and Xie Xie's less-than-pleasant first meeting. Tang Wulin not only earned the title of "country bumpkin" but was also shoved.
Tang Wulin rubbed his chest. Although it didn't hurt, a surge of anger welled up inside him. He thought to himself: These city people are so domineering!
But he didn't have much of a way out; to be precise, he didn't realize he could use his identity.
Meanwhile, in secret, after Tang Wulin was brought over, Tang Ziran and his wife watched over him silently. They looked at each other without speaking, and you could see the heartache in their eyes. But a fledgling bird cannot rely on others for shelter for the rest of its life.
There will be no day when it takes off.
The child has grown up and become a capable Soul Master. It's time to gradually let go and allow them to move forward independently.
It all started when someone went to study in a big city!
Lang Yue asked with a complicated expression, "Are you sure you want to go to the Mech Pilots Association?"
Both of them were once mecha designers and drug researchers for the Federation, but due to some unforeseen events, they attracted the attention of certain forces and were forced to go into hiding and abandon their previous achievements.
My purpose in coming to Donghai City this time was to return to my old profession. It was partly to get a well-paying job, and partly to help Wu Lin share the burden.
But this is risky; if those forces notice them again, they could be in trouble.
"I had this idea when Wu Lin decided to become a Soul Master. And he's not only a Soul Master, but also a blacksmith; this is a stage where he really needs money!"
"We can't do nothing. Our child is running, are we, as parents, going to hold him back? If it weren't for the Spirit Pagoda giving Wu Lin a chance, he might only have received a broken soul."
"He has now obtained a hundred-year-old soul spirit, but it will be a long time before he reaches the Soul Venerable level. At that time, he will need a second soul spirit. In the meantime, we can work hard to save some money for him to buy a second soul spirit."
Tang Ziran sighed, feeling a heavy burden on his shoulders, but his eyes were firm, reflecting a father's hopes for his child's future and his willingness to silently bear everything for him.
"None of us have ever been Soul Masters, so we don't know much about it. But I talked to Brother Mangtian, Langyue, do you know that cultivation costs money!"
"Blacksmiths don't make much money in the early stages, and they need to use a lot of metal to forge themselves. To become a high-level blacksmith, you have to burn a lot of money in the early stages. As for Soul Masters, these little guys in the big cities are using spirit items and potions. If we don't fight, what will Wu Lin have to compete with them? He only has one lucky hundred-year-old Soul Spirit, which is insignificant among these geniuses in the big cities!"
Thinking of Mang Tian's reflections on his life of cultivation, Tang Ziran felt even more pressure.
It's so shameful that my own son can't even afford to sponge off me!
As a father in his prime, how can he not work hard? If he doesn't work hard, what will Wu Lin rely on to become a Soul Master? Where will his potential for improvement come from!
According to him, Soul Masters in big cities not only desperately suck the blood of their parents to support their own progress, but they also have a supreme immortal technique—predicting the future!
What is meant by foreseeing the future?
That is, a loan!
Tang Ziran didn't want her child to go down this path; it was a path of cultivation that sacrificed her own future! At least while she and Lang Yue still had the ability to "borrow" and provide loans for him, they couldn't waste their loan potential!
Once his cultivation level is high enough that I can no longer support him, Wu Lin's own loan limit will inevitably increase, and then he should be able to support me.
Moreover, high-level Soul Masters will be equipped with mechs. They can work hard at the Mech Master Association and try to design a mech for Tang Wulin in the future, saving him the trouble of spending money to find someone else.
By going to the Alchemist Association, Lang Yue could not only participate in cutting-edge potion experiments and production, but also secretly take some advanced potions for Tang Wulin to use, allowing him to get ahead of his peers.
"...I know. But I feel sorry for Wu Lin. When we're not around, will he be able to take care of himself?"
Lang Yue said in a complicated way, "A mother worries when her son travels a thousand miles. Tang Wulin was bullied by the people in Donghai City as soon as he arrived. How could she be at ease?"
"We're not leaving him, and Wu Lin is a member of the Spirit Pagoda, Lang Yue, don't worry."
Tang Ziran patted his wife's shoulder, watching Tang Wulin's departing figure, and said silently: Wulin, go, fly, go chase your soul master dream, your father's blood pack is still very thick.