Douluo Dragon King: You only come to the system after you've already been a Title Douluo.

Chapter 52 Tang Wulin: Old Tang, when are you going to die?! [Please continue reading]

Chapter 52 Tang Wulin: Old Tang, when are you going to die?! [Please continue reading]

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On the other side, after leaving the Spirit Pagoda, apart from Zhang Yangzi, Tang Wulin and his group were in pretty good spirits. Of course, the happiest one was Wei Xiaofeng.

"My performance this time was pretty good, so it seems the dance teacher won't be giving me any special training, hehe—"

He breathed a sigh of relief and said thankfully.

But at that moment, Wu Changkong's words instantly brought him back to reality.

"Wei Xiaofeng, you did well this time, but there's still room for improvement."

"After we get back today, everyone else can go back to the dorms to rest. As for you, I'll train you alone."

Wei Xiaofeng:

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"Keep it up, Xiaofeng!"

"Looking forward to seeing an even better you."

Xie Xie laughed out loud, his laughter unkind.

Let this brat keep spouting nonsense. Now look what's happened, Teacher Wu is going to do to you!

"Oh, right, and you, Xie Xie."

"You two will stay with me for a bit—"

"Let's practice together."

Wu Changkong silently looked in Xie Xie's direction and spoke.

"what?"

"Teacher Wu, I—"

Xie Xie's face immediately fell, and he was on the verge of tears. No, how did this have to do with him?

He was just an honest and law-abiding student, unlike Wei Xiaofeng who was foul-mouthed!

"You are the weakest."

"Xie Xie, if you want to stay at the same level as others, you need to put in more effort."

Wu Changkong shook his head and said calmly.

Xie Xie, you don't want to be weaker than everyone else, do you?

"Exactly!"

"Practice with me!"

Wei Xiaofeng wore a sly smile. Although his extra training was miserable, he was glad Xie Xie was with him—

That's not so bad, is it?

"But I'm stronger than Wu Lin, and I'm not the weakest among everyone, am I? —"

Xie Xie pursed his lips and said stubbornly.

"Thank you, Xie Xie. Wu Lin is a level three innate cultivator!"

Before Wu Changkong could speak, Wei Xiaofeng's eyes widened in disbelief. "You actually compared yourself to Wu Lin!" he exclaimed.

Xie Xie, are you crazy?

"I----"

Xie Xie fell silent.

"Thank you, Xie. I'll be fifteen soon."

"I'm only three levels away from you."

At this moment, Tang Wulin silently raised his hand and spoke.

"I'll practice, I'll practice no matter what! Dance teacher, please help me become stronger!"

Xie Xie's expression changed, and he immediately gritted his teeth and nodded without hesitation.

He Xie Xie is determined to rise to prominence!

He is "unparalleled in the world"!

"Hehe, good luck!"

"Actually, I also need to get stronger, but I have to go out this afternoon. When I get back, I'll train with you guys."

Tang Wulin smiled at him. He was going to visit Uncle Mangtian this afternoon, and when he returned, he would practice with him.

"Good brother!"

Xie Xie looked at him excitedly and said earnestly.

"Of course."

Tang Wulin chuckled, patted the other person on the shoulder, and then looked in Wu Changkong's direction.

"Teacher Wu, I have some things to do today, so I won't be going back to school yet. You can take everyone back."

"Okay, be careful while you're away from home."

Wu Changkong nodded, showing great confidence in Tang Wulin.

"Okay."

Tang Wulin smiled and parted ways with the others, completely unaware of the coldness that flashed in Gu Yue's eyes.

As he walked toward Mangtian Forging Studio, he was filled with anticipation for meeting Uncle Mangtian.

I don't know what the other person wants to say to me.

It must be good news.

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Ten minutes later, in Bu Tian's studio.

"Wu Lin, you're here. How have you been in the city lately? Are you settling in well?"

A middle-aged man in his forties led Tang Wulin into the studio with a kind smile on his face; it was Mang Tian.

"Yes, Uncle Mangtian, I'm doing very well. I even met Brother Lu Li, who is now a teacher at our school."

Tang Wulin smiled and nodded, answering truthfully.

"Lord Lu Li?"

Upon hearing this name, Mang Tian was filled with awe. As a level six blacksmith in the Blacksmith Association, he naturally knew this person very well; he was the future second master craftsman.

"By the way, Uncle, where is the thing my dad asked you to bring me? What is it?"

The next moment, Tang Wulin's words caused Mang Tian's expression to change drastically, and he fell silent.

"This is a letter your father brought you."

"Take a look for yourself."

He sighed and handed Tang Wulin an envelope.

"letter?"

"Why doesn't Dad call me?!"

Tang Wulin opened the package with a puzzled look on his face, like a curious child, but soon his suspicious gaze froze, and he stood there blankly, as if he had lost his mind.

"Wu Lin, by the time you read this letter from your father, your father and mother will have already gone to a very, very far place —"

"Please forgive your parents for leaving without saying goodbye. Your parents weren't able to provide you with good resources and abilities before, but we can't let you end up as mediocre as we were."

Tang Wulin stared blankly at the letter in his hand until his eyes were filled with tears.

Mom and Dad ————

It has left itself.

"Mom and Dad————"

"Uncle, where did my mom and dad go? Where did they go?"

Tang Wulin casually wiped away his tears, then turned his gaze to Mang Tian beside him. His eyes showed bewilderment, but even more so grief and disbelief.

"them----"

"I don't know either."

Mang Tian sighed, stepped forward and patted the boy on the shoulder, while taking out two cards from his soul tool.

"When your parents left, that big organization left them a settlement allowance, exactly one million —"

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"Wu Lin, this card contains one million from your parents, plus eight hundred thousand from your uncle. These rare treasures aren't cheap, so take the money we can provide for you—"

"Become a better version of yourself."

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One million.

Looking at the card Mang Tian handed him, Tang Wulin's tears flowed uncontrollably once again. His parents, through their passing, had left him one million—a million that could save his life.

How could he possibly accept this money with a clear conscience?

Tang Wulin stood there trembling, his heart filled with grief, unable to utter a single word.

"Wu Lin, what are you standing there for? One million, eight hundred thousand, one million eight hundred thousand!"

At that moment, Tang San's voice came to his mind.

"Oh, thank goodness!"

"With this million from your parents—no, your adoptive parents—and your uncle's eight hundred thousand, we're rich!"

An excited voice echoed in his mind.

Tang San was incredibly excited at this moment. He was worried that his son wouldn't be able to earn this much money in a short time, but his adoptive parents had unexpectedly provided him with a timely help.

He didn't care where the couple went.

But it was really unexpected that they were able to provide this much money!

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Upon hearing these words, Tang Wulin's expression changed drastically. His most vulnerable spot was touched, and for the first time, he uttered the most vicious word he could muster: "Old Tang."

"When are you ever going to die?!"

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Tang San: Family, do you think Wu Lin will still acknowledge me as his biological father?

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