blogombal Chapter 69 The Silver Dragon King Regains His Memories
Chapter 69 The Silver Dragon King Regains His Memories
Chapter 69 The Silver Dragon King Regains His Memories
In the eastern part of Douluo Continent, in Aolai City.
Lang Yue led Na'er into the house, her fingertips gently stroking the girl's soft hair. Her voice was so gentle it could melt water: "Na'er, your brother went to Master Mangtian's forging room to study today. You watch TV for a while, and Mom will make dinner for you."
Na'er raised her delicate, doll-like face, her clear, bright purple eyes, and nodded obediently: "I understand, Mom."
Rewinding to a year ago, Tang Wulin rescued a bewildered Na'er from thugs on the street. Because she had no identity information, she was temporarily placed in a sanatorium.
After Tang Wulin woke up, he insisted on having a younger sister. Tang Ziran and his wife felt sorry for the child and decided to adopt him.
The usual complicated procedures for adopting orphans—such as checking the family's economic situation and background checks on family members—were completely absent in this case.
As if some mysterious force was secretly pushing things along, as soon as Tang Ziran's family expressed their willingness to adopt, the sanatorium quickly completed all the identity procedures and sent Na'er to their home.
Over the past year, Na'er has been unable to regain her past memories, but she has formed a deep friendship with Tang Ziran's family.
In order to save up money to acquire his first spirit ring, Tang Wulin went to work as an apprentice in a forging workshop.
"Our Na'er is so adorable, the more I look at her, the more I love her." Lang Yue couldn't help but kiss Na'er's rosy cheeks, her heart filled with affection.
"Mmm—" Na'er let out a soft, sweet moan, a faint blush rising on her face.
Seeing this, Lang Yue couldn't help but laugh. She stopped "teasing" her and gently patted her back: "Alright, go to the living room and watch TV for a while. Dad has to work overtime tonight, and your brother will be back later too. We'll have dinner when they get back."
As she spoke, she picked up the vegetable basket placed at the door and headed towards the kitchen.
Both of their children are big foodies. Tang Wulin is growing rapidly and has an amazing appetite. Although Na'er is young, she also has a big appetite, especially for meat.
To ensure they have enough to eat and eat well, Lang Yue spends a lot of time every day buying fresh ingredients and carefully preparing meals. Fortunately, she doesn't need to go out to work, so she has enough time and energy to manage household chores and take care of her family.
"Um."
Na'er obediently ran to the sofa in the living room and sat down, her small body sinking into the soft cushions. She picked up the remote control that was placed to the side, stood on tiptoe, and pressed the switch.
The moment the television screen lit up, a hint of curiosity and anticipation flashed in her purple eyes, and her little feet, clad in white socks, swayed gently in mid-air, appearing exceptionally well-behaved.
"According to Soul Guidance News, the Soul Guidance Train from Hailu City to Tianhai City was recently attacked by robbers, injuring several passengers. The Soul Master Association has launched an investigation."
The mechanical news broadcast started, and Na'er frowned slightly before pressing the channel change button without hesitation.
"Directed by a renowned director and starring top-tier actors specializing in Soul Masters, 'The Legend of Tang San, the Sea God,' will be released nationwide on July 8th, bringing back the legend of the Sea God. Stay tuned!"
The movie poster appeared on the TV screen, and the four words "Tang San, the Sea God" struck Na'er's mind like a thunderclap.
She paused slightly, a hint of confusion flashing in her purple eyes—she seemed to have some recollection of this name, not from someone else telling her, but from her past memories of the Sea God Tang San.
At this point, classic lines from the trailer began to appear, their voices echoing clearly through the living room as they came through the TV speakers: "My name is Xiao Wu, the Wu of dancing."
"You have already chosen a path to death."
"There are no useless martial spirits, only useless soul masters."
"Teacher, I plan to go to the Star Dou Great Forest to find Xiao Wu first, and also obtain my sixth spirit ring."
Each line of dialogue is like a key, constantly knocking on the door of Na'er's memory.
Her brows furrowed tightly, and a look of pain appeared on her small face. Suddenly, a sharp pain shot through her head, as if countless steel needles were piercing her nerves at the same time.
"Ouch—it hurts—"
Na'er couldn't help but cover her head, her body trembling slightly.
Vague fragments of memory, like shattered glass, flashed rapidly through her mind, piecing together a blood-red sky, dark and gloomy, filled with the thick stench of blood and the aura of destruction.
A tall figure, shrouded in blood-red light, stood between heaven and earth. His face was obscured, but one could feel the suffocating, terrifying pressure filled with slaughter and destruction.
The blood-red figure slowly raised its hand and pointed to the sky.
The next second, an enormous, blood-red giant sword, seemingly connecting heaven and earth, appeared out of thin air, its blade radiating an aura powerful enough to tear everything apart and destroy all things.
The giant sword came crashing down, its target aimed directly at her!
In an instant, the world lost its color, everything was dyed a blinding crimson. She could clearly feel her body, her soul, being mercilessly torn apart and crushed by that terrifying force—
"Whoosh—who's that?"
Nar's body trembled violently, her face turned ashen, and her breathing became rapid and labored. She curled up on the sofa, her small shoulders heaving, her eyes filled with fear and confusion.
She felt as if she had remembered something important, those forgotten past events, like something through a thin film, within reach, yet always missing that crucial step, unable to be fully seen.
After a while, the excruciating headache gradually subsided.
"This show is not good."
Na'er reached out with trembling hands, picked up the remote control again, and quickly changed channels. She didn't want to relive the terrifying feeling from before; she just wanted to find a program that would put her at ease.
Finally, when a lush forest appeared on the TV screen, with several cute little animals playing among the trees, she stopped changing the channel.
This is her favorite animal channel. Every time she sees these free-roaming animals, her mood calms down.
"Haidong City recently launched its latest tourism project – Haidong Zoo, which has officially opened!"
On television, a stylishly dressed radio host with a sweet smile appeared on camera, enthusiastically introducing: "Our zoo, three years in the making, has introduced a variety of docile spirit beasts from all over the Douluo Continent, allowing you to experience the unique charm of spirit beasts up close without venturing into dangerous places! All visitors are welcome to come and support us, and interact closely with the spirit beasts!"
"Soul Beast Zoo?"
Upon hearing the words "soul beast," a hint of curiosity flashed in Na'er's eyes. Although she had lost her memory, for some reason, she felt an inexplicable affinity for the term "soul beast."
She sat up straight, staring intently at the television screen, wanting to see what those so-called "soul beasts" actually looked like.
The television camera moved slowly along with the anchor, revealing the entire zoo. The zoo was vast, well-equipped, and bustling with visitors.
"Then without further ado, everyone, follow me and let's get to know this unique Soul Beast Zoo!"
The host smiled and walked towards a nearby artificial hill, saying, "First, let's take a look at the famous attraction here: Monkey Mountain!"
The camera focused on the monkey mountain, where hundreds of monkeys with red fur and bright eyes were climbing, jumping, and chattering incessantly.
They are slightly larger than ordinary monkeys, and have a small, fiery red mark on their foreheads, clearly indicating that they are the lowest-ranking ten-year soul beasts—fire monkeys.
Tourists gathered around the monkey mountain, some feeding the monkeys with snacks, some taking photos of the fire monkeys, and others imitating the fire monkeys' actions, eliciting bursts of laughter.
The fire monkeys seemed to have gotten used to the presence of humans, and they were busy fighting for food, appearing quite docile.
"As you can see, these ten-year-old fire monkeys are very docile and completely non-aggressive."
The host explained, "They are not only clever and agile, but they can also make all sorts of cute movements, making them one of the most popular attractions for children."
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The scene shifts, and the camera then shows other soul beasts from different areas: a flock of colorful ten-year-old bluebirds soaring in a huge birdcage, emitting clear chirps.
Several robust ten-year-old saltwater crocodiles lay lazily sunbathing on the sandy beach by the pool.
A group of pure white snow deer strolled leisurely on the lawn, their postures elegant.
Several agile ten-year-old wind wolves were kept in specially made metal cages, watching the tourists outside with wary eyes, but they did not show any aggression.
Without exception, these soul beasts were all ten-year-old soul beasts with the lowest cultivation level, and they were relatively docile.
They were kept in their respective areas or cages, surrounded by curious tourists who commented on and took photos of these rarely seen spirit beasts, their faces full of excitement and wonder.
As she watched the images on television, Na'er felt a strange unease rising within her.
Those soul beasts should have lived freely in vast forests, grasslands, or the deep sea.
Flying, soaring.
But now, they are confined to this small space, becoming tools for humans to observe and amuse themselves.
Is this really true?
The thought flashed through her mind, causing her to frown slightly.
She didn't understand why she had this feeling, but she felt that the imprisoned soul beasts seemed to have a trace of sadness and helplessness hidden in their eyes.
Just then, the host's voice rang out again, tinged with excitement: "Dear viewers, now that you've seen these adorable spirit beasts, next up is the signature attraction of Haidong Zoo—humans dancing with spirit beasts! You absolutely can't miss it!"
The camera then shifts to a huge open-air exhibition booth.
In the center of the booth, a staff member in a black uniform is standing in front of a massive, century-old saltwater crocodile.
The saltwater crocodile's body was covered in hard scales, its mouth was wide, revealing sharp teeth, and its eyes were cold, exuding a faint ferocity.
The staff member took a deep breath and, under the tense gaze of the surrounding tourists, slowly inserted his head into the mouth of the century-old saltwater crocodile.
Time seemed to stand still at that moment; everyone held their breath, fearing that a tragedy might occur in the next second.
A few seconds later, the staff pulled the head out abruptly, completely unharmed!
"Wow!"
The surrounding tourists burst into gasps of surprise, and applause and cheers rose and fell.
Immediately afterwards, a loud "crack" of a whip ripped through the air.
Another staff member was seen wielding a black leather whip, which cracked as it struck the ground.
On the other side of the booth, several fire lions with ten years of cultivation were locked in an enclosure. Upon hearing the sound of the whip, their bodies trembled slightly, and a hint of fear flashed in their eyes. Then, at the shouts of the staff, they all leaped towards the ring of fire in front of them.
The Flame Lion's body drew a graceful arc in the air, successfully passing through the ring of fire and landing at the other end of the display stand.
Although their movements were performed very smoothly, Na'er noticed that their limbs were somewhat stiff and their eyes were full of reluctance.
On the other side of the booth, a massive, century-old giant bear was forced to operate.
Its limbs were shackled with special chains, and its neck was chained. A staff member stood next to it, holding several colorful balls in his hand.
At the staff's instruction, the giant bear clumsily stretched out its thick paws, picked up the small balls, and threw them one by one into a basket not far away, its movements comical and laughable.
The tourists were amused by the appearance of the giant bear and took out their soul tools to take pictures to record this interesting scene.
"That was amazing!"
"I never imagined that ordinary people could tame soul beasts! That's amazing!"
The tourists were completely ignited, erupting in exclamations and cheers. What fueled their enthusiasm, besides the rarely seen spirit beast performances, was the daring actions of the staff.
According to the promotional material of Haidong Zoo, the staff who dare to get close to the spirit beasts and even direct the spirit beasts to perform are all genuine ordinary people with no spirit power.
In the Douluo Continent, the relationship between Soul Masters and Soul Beasts is inherently delicate, and it is not uncommon for Soul Masters to tame Soul Beasts.
It's unheard of for ordinary people to tame spirit beasts, and even make fierce spirit beasts obey commands and perform shows!
The feeling of ordinary people challenging their limits and coexisting with danger thrilled countless tourists, who exclaimed how exciting it was.
"Hmm~"
However, Na'er, watching on television, grew paler and paler.
She clenched her small fists, her nails digging deep into her palms. The confusion in her eyes gradually faded, replaced by a deep sense of unease and anger.
Why treat those soul beasts this way?
The sound of a whip lashing the flame lion, the helplessness in the eyes of the earth bear forced to make comical movements, the restrained forbearance of the century-old saltwater crocodile chained up—
These scenes pierced Na'er's heart like needles, filling her with inexplicable heartache and anger.
They are living, breathing beings, so why are they treated this way? Why are they turned into tools for human amusement?
The performance continued, and the staff even boldly invited tourists from the audience to come up on stage so that they could get up close and touch these spirit beasts.
A young male tourist excitedly walked up to the booth and, guided by the staff, came to a century-old fiery tiger.
The male tourist was a little nervous, but amidst the cheers of the surrounding tourists, he mustered his courage, reached out, and gently touched the Flame Tiger's rear end.
"roar-
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The Flaming Tiger suddenly raised its head and let out a low, angry roar at the male tourist, a hint of aggression flashing in its eyes. After all, it was a hundred-year-old soul beast, and wildness still remained in its bones. Being touched like this by a stranger would naturally arouse its anger.
"Snapped!"
Before the Flaming Tiger could make any further move, a leather whip fell heavily, striking its back and leaving a bright red welt.
"You beast! Behave yourself!"
The staff member's face darkened, and he reprimanded her without any politeness, raising the leather whip in his hand again as if to strike her.
"Roar~"
The Flaming Tiger's body trembled violently, and the ferocity in its eyes vanished instantly, replaced by deep fear.
It lowered its head, let out a pitiful whimper, and dared not resist in the slightest. It obediently lay on the ground, allowing the tourists to watch and touch it.
The radio host, who happened to be one of the invited participants, looked at the scene before her with just the right amount of surprise on her face and asked the staff member curiously, "Excuse me, I'd like to ask, although these soul beasts have been trained, they are still aggressive creatures. Are they really safe? If they suddenly attack and hurt someone, it would be a huge disaster for the tourists here!"
The staff member smiled confidently and explained to the camera, "Don't worry, host. Since we dare to launch such an interactive program, we have naturally taken all necessary precautions."
These spirit beasts undergo months of specialized training before their performance. We use special methods to suppress their wildness, making them docile and obedient, and they will never harm anyone indiscriminately.
He paused, then continued, "Moreover, our zoo's security personnel are equipped with the most advanced soul-guided ray guns. These soul-guided weapons are extremely powerful and can instantly kill soul beasts that are hundreds or even thousands of years old."
If any of these spirit beasts exhibit any abnormal behavior, security personnel will take immediate action to eliminate them, ensuring that tourists are not harmed in any way.
"Killed?"
The radio host feigned surprise and asked, "As far as I know, soul beasts are extremely rare, especially those over a hundred years old, which are of very high value."
Their spirit rings and other parts could fetch a considerable price. Are you really willing to kill these precious spirit beasts?
"Haha, of course I'd give it up!"
Just then, a portly middle-aged man suddenly walked out from backstage. He was wearing an expensive silk robe and had a greasy smile on his face.
He walked straight in front of the camera, interrupted the staff, and said loudly, "In the end, soul beasts are just a bunch of mindless animals. Their value is to serve humanity!"
In my opinion, even the most precious soul beast is not worth a single human hair! They are born to be enslaved and used by us humans. Their deaths are simply deaths; what is there to be sad about?
"And who is this?" the radio host asked at the opportune moment, handing the microphone to the middle-aged man.
"Let me introduce myself. I am Wang Fugui, the director of Haidong Zoo."
The middle-aged man patted his belly, his smile growing even more smug. "Hereby, I assure all tourists, our Haidong—"
Na'er could no longer hear what was said after that. The headmaster's arrogant and cruel words struck her heart like a heavy hammer.
Images of soul beasts being whipped, imprisoned, and forced to perform flashed across the screen, intertwining with the bloody memory in my mind.
"Soul beasts are just animals? Born to be enslaved—"
Na'er repeated the words in a low voice, her voice trembling slightly, and an indescribable desolation and overwhelming anger welled up in her heart.
It was a resonance from the depths of the soul, a sense of humiliation from being violated and trampled upon, and a deep compassion for the plight of our fellow human beings.
On the television screen, Director Wang was still boasting about the zoo's "achievements," and the cheers from the visitors remained enthusiastic, but all of this seemed incredibly glaring and absurd to Na'er.
She could feel the pain and resentment in the hearts of those imprisoned soul beasts; it was a kind of empathy that transcended species, as if those sufferings had also befallen her.
Just then, the long-sealed membrane in Na'er's mind finally shattered under the impact of this intense emotion!
It was like opening Pandora's box; countless forgotten memories surged forth like a tidal wave, instantly overwhelming her consciousness.
"I am Na'er—no, I am not Na'er."
The girl sat on the sofa, and her aura suddenly changed drastically. Her previously innocent and clear purple eyes suddenly blazed with purple light, and the innocent look faded, replaced by indifference and majesty.
She slowly raised her head, and an invisible aura emanated from her, causing the temperature in the entire living room to drop instantly.
"I am the ruler of all soul beasts, the Silver Dragon King!"