Looking at Huo Yuhao's expression, which was serious to the point of gravity, Na'er instead smiled lightheartedly.
That smile was bright and natural, as if they weren't discussing a life-or-death matter right now, but merely a trivial question of where to go for a stroll tomorrow.
Her tone was light, carrying a hint of a young girl's characteristic playfulness: "Don't worry, I'm confident. Besides..."
She blinked those large purple eyes: "I wouldn't joke around with my own life, right?"
Huo Yuhao looked at her in this state and fell silent for a moment. He didn't directly agree to the matter. The method was proposed by him, so naturally, he had to be responsible for everyone involved in this affair.
If anything happened to Na'er during this process, his heart would never find peace.
A moment later, Huo Yuhao raised his head, his gaze looking directly at Na'er.
"Do you mind if I perform an investigation?"
Hearing this, Na'er was stunned for a moment. She didn't answer directly, but instead turned her head to look at Gu Yue.
After Gu Yue gave a slight nod, Na'er turned back and beamed at Huo Yuhao: "Come on then!"
Huo Yuhao took in this scene. His heart grew even more curious; what exactly was the relationship between Gu Yue and Na'er?
But he didn't ask; now was not the time for that. He reached out his hand and gently placed it upon Na'er's wrist. Although Huo Yuhao possessed the Spirit Eyes Martial Soul, he couldn't detect much on his own.
At the critical moment, his teacher, Electrolux, still had to step in. In the eyes of Gu Yue and Na'er, Huo Yuhao simply placed his hand on Na'er's wrist and closed his eyes slightly, without making any other movements. But in reality, his mind had already sunk into the Spiritual Sea.
"Teacher, how is it?"
Deep within the Spiritual Sea, Electrolux slowly opened his eyes. A thoughtful light flashed within those deep eyes. A moment later, his aged and calm voice drifted out.
"She indeed possesses Dragon Clan Bloodline, and this old man senses that the Bloodline Power within her body seems to have some connection with the one in that Tang Wulin boy."
A flash of surprise crossed Huo Yuhao's eyes. He hurriedly followed up: "Then does that mean Na'er can receive the Bloodline Power within Tang Wulin's body?"
Electrolux nodded, and a faint smile appeared on his aged face.
"What your little girlfriend said is correct; this little girl is indeed the most suitable person to receive the Bloodline Power within the Tang boy's body."
Hearing his teacher's mischievous teasing, Huo Yuhao couldn't help but blush. What little girlfriend... Teacher really is...He muttered a sentence in his heart but did not refute it.
In the outside World, Huo Yuhao withdrew his hand and slowly opened his eyes. Gu Yue and Na'er were both staring at him, their pairs of eyes—one black, one purple—filled with anticipation.
Huo Yuhao glanced at the two and calmly uttered a few words: "There should be no problem."
...
That evening, in the cultivation room of East Sea Academy's Class Zero, soft Soul Tool Lights lit up.
Usually at this time, Tang Wulin would be the only one in the cultivation room. He was always here sweating profusely, cultivating desperately until late at night when he would drag his exhausted body back to the dormitory.
But at this moment, three more figures were present. They were Huo Yuhao, Gu Yue, and Na'er.
Tang Wulin stood before the three of them, his mouth hanging open, the surprise on his face completely unconcealed. His gaze swept back and forth across their faces, finally landing on Huo Yuhao.
"How... how did you know?"
His voice was somewhat dry, carrying a hint of disbelief. He had thought his Bloodline crisis was known only to himself; after all, he had never mentioned it to anyone. Even Xie Xie, with whom he had the best relationship, only knew he cultivated hard, but didn't know he was risking his life.
Yet just now, Huo Yuhao had opened his mouth and said he could solve his Bloodline problem.
How could he not be surprised?
In fact, it wasn't just them; even Teacher Wu Changkong had guessed a bit of it. It was just that Wu Changkong didn't have a solution yet, so he had never brought it up directly.
Huo Yuhao looked at Tang Wulin and smiled.
"Don't forget who woke you up the last time you were unconscious."
Tang Wulin was slightly stunned as he remembered that incident from several months ago, and his doubts immediately vanished.
At the same time, an uncontrollable surge of excitement welled up from the depths of his heart.
He grabbed Huo Yuhao's arm, his voice trembling slightly: "Yuhao, do you really have a way to solve my Bloodline problem?"
He had been truly too exhausted during this period; he cultivated desperately, not daring to stop for a moment or slacken in the slightest.
Now, Huo Yuhao's words were like a life-saving straw thrown to a drowning man, making him want to grab onto it with all his might.
Huo Yuhao looked at him, his expression turning serious.
"I wouldn't say I'm absolutely certain, but there's an eighty percent chance."
Eighty percent! These two words fell upon Tang Wulin's ears like heavenly music.
A look of joy instantly surfaced on his face, and his eyes lit up. But immediately after, that joy dimmed again. He lowered his head and fell silent for a moment. Then, he clenched his fists, released them, and clenched them again.
"Yuhao, Gu Yue, and Na'er," his voice was somewhat strained, "Thank you. But about this matter, let me think it over."
He raised his head and looked at the three of them: "I'll give you my answer tomorrow."
When it came to life and death, being cautious was understandable. Huo Yuhao nodded: "Alright, then we'll come find you again tomorrow."
Before leaving, Huo Yuhao stopped beside Tang Wulin, reached out, and lightly patted Tang Wulin's shoulder.
"Don't be too tired."
Leaving behind those words, he turned and left.The door to the cultivation room slowly closed, separating the inner and outer Worlds. Tang Wulin stood in place for a long time without moving. The string in Tang Wulin's heart that had been pulled tight finally snapped at Huo Yuhao's words, "Don't be too tired."
He stood there, watching the figures of Huo Yuhao's group disappear at the end of the corridor, his eyes suddenly stinging.
After Huo Yuhao and the others left, Tang Wulin also left the cultivation room and returned to the dormitory.
The night was deep and the campus was quiet, with only a few Soul Tool Streetlights emitting a dim yellow glow. The sound of his footsteps echoed on the empty road, one after another, like some silent count.
Although Huo Yuhao wasn't old, the impression he gave Tang Wulin, besides being a Genius, was a steadiness far beyond his age. If he said he was eighty percent certain, then he really was eighty percent certain.
So when Huo Yuhao said he had a way to solve his Bloodline problem, Tang Wulin believed him.
But... he still had to confirm it with one person.
Returning to the dormitory, he closed the door, isolating himself from everything outside. Tang Wulin sat down on the bed, slowly closed his eyes, and sank his mind into his Spiritual Sea.
"Old Tang! Old Tang!"
A moment later, an illusory figure slowly emerged. The figure's face couldn't be seen clearly; only the faint outline of an adult male could be discerned. He was enveloped in a layer of faint light, looking as if he might dissipate at any moment. This was the 'Old Tang' Tang Wulin spoke of, but what he didn't know was that this person's true identity was a Avatar of his biological father, Sea God Tang San.
Just as Tang Wulin was about to speak, Tang San raised his hand to interrupt him.
"I know what you want to ask."
Tang San's voice was exceptionally calm, devoid of any emotion.
"What are your thoughts? If it fails, there might be a danger to your life."
Tang Wulin didn't hesitate in the slightest; he looked directly at the illusory figure, his gaze firm: "I want to try."
"At my current cultivation speed, I'm afraid I won't be able to withstand the Bloodline Power after the next Seal is released a year from now."
He knew better than anyone how violent and dangerous that power suppressed within his body was. He cultivated desperately, but he was merely racing against time.
But even if he ran as fast as possible, he might not necessarily reach the finish line of this race.
Since it was death either way, why not take a gamble?
An eighty percent chance was already not low.
Tang San fell silent, and finally his voice rang out again, deeper and more complex than before.
"In that case... then give it a try."
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