Douluo: I have too many clones

Chapter 823 Yue Lin, the Tyrannosaurus Rex Soul Spirit Goes Berserk Again

In the ward.

Holy Spirit Douluo's soul power surged, and four pairs of pure white wings slowly unfolded from behind her, each feather shimmering with a luminous white halo, like a deity descending to earth.

With a thought, pale golden healing light poured down from her wings, like warm rain, enveloping Xu Lizhi on the sickbed.

This is the ultimate healing power from the Prayer Angel Martial Soul, containing an inexhaustible life force.

Visibly, the bruises and swelling on Xu Lizhi's cheeks from the battle were fading at an astonishing speed, and his originally pale complexion gradually returned to a rosy hue.

In just ten seconds, the chubby face that had looked somewhat disheveled due to its injuries completely regained its former roundness, and even its breathing became more steady and powerful.

On the other side, Tang Wulin slowly walked to Ye Xinglan's side. Seeing that she kept her head down and her cheeks were still flushed, he couldn't help but show concern and asked softly, "Xinglan, why is your face so red? Are you worried about Lizhi and haven't rested well?"

Upon hearing this, Ye Xinglan's heart skipped a beat, as if someone had touched a raw nerve. She hurriedly lowered her head, her fingers tightly gripping the hem of her clothes, her voice barely audible: "N-no, it's probably because the doors and windows in the treatment room were all closed, and it was a bit stuffy..."

Her voice trembled slightly, almost imperceptibly, and even she herself felt that the excuse was too far-fetched—after all, when the Holy Spirit Douluo released the healing light, the air in the room had already become fresh due to the flow of soul power, and there was no stuffiness at all.

Seeing this, Nan Fusheng immediately stepped forward, subtly blocking Ye Xinglan's view, thus cleverly preventing Tang Wulin from seeing him, and then naturally taking over the conversation:
"Wu Lin is right, Xing Lan was indeed worried about Li Zhi for quite a while. But it's true that the air here isn't very ventilated. After His Holiness the Holy Spirit finishes his diagnosis, we'll open the windows to let in some fresh air."

As he spoke, he subtly gave Ye Xinglan a reassuring look, successfully diverting Tang Wulin's attention from Ye Xinglan's unusual behavior.

Tang Wulin nodded upon hearing this, his gaze returning to the hospital bed, unaware of the subtle implications.

However, the moment Nan Fusheng stood still, a sudden change occurred.

As Nan Fusheng approached, Tang Wulin's heart suddenly trembled without warning, and a strong tremor came from the depths of his martial soul.

The next second, her Blue Silver Emperor Martial Soul appeared on its own, uncontrollably—pale blue vines wrapped around her arms, and nine soul rings lit up all around her.

A petite figure suddenly emerged from the fourth spirit ring in the row.

The blonde girl with red eyes pounced out like an arrow, so fast that her trajectory was impossible to see. With a "thud," Nan Fusheng was knocked to the ground, his back hitting the cold floor with a dull thud.

"Ow—"

A crisp yet somewhat ferocious growl rang out as the blonde, red-eyed girl pressed down on Nan Fusheng. Before he could struggle, she quickly leaned down and bit his lip.

"Well--"

Nan Fusheng's eyes widened as he tried to struggle, but the figure pressing down on him possessed astonishing strength. With a gentle press of two slender arms, the figure instantly pinned him to the spot.

"Slurp~"

"This……"

Ye Xinglan, standing to the side, was completely dumbfounded. She stood there, her hands frozen in mid-air, her eyes filled with confusion and shock.

"Yue Lin, come back quickly."

Tang Wulin was the first to react. Her expression changed, and she immediately reprimanded him sternly.

But the girl named "Yue Lin" seemed not to hear him at all, and continued to bite Nan Fusheng tightly, showing no sign of letting go.

Seeing this, Tang Wulin did not hesitate any longer and immediately stepped forward, reaching out to pull the two entangled people apart.

The name "Yue Lin" was given to the Tyrannosaurus Rex Soul Spirit by Tang Wulin not long ago.

Since the spirit took human form and became the girl she is today, she felt that calling him "Daddy" was no longer appropriate, so she thought about changing the name of the Tyrannosaurus Rex spirit.

After some thought, disregarding the pitiful look in the spirit's eyes, she resolutely decided on the name "Yue Lin".

"Yue" represents the ancient moon, while "Lin" is taken from her own name.

When she first subdued the Tyrannosaurus Rex's spirit, it was Gu Yue who was by her side, facing danger together. This name is both a commemoration of that shared experience and a tribute to her lost youth.

Moreover, after Tang Wulin's multiple tests, she discovered that the Tyrannosaurus Rex Soul Spirit's mind and emotions came and went quickly. Even if she felt wronged at the time, she would forget about it soon afterward, so there was no need to worry about her holding a grudge.

"Release quickly."

Tang Wulin rushed to the two of them, reached out and hugged the girl tightly around the waist, trying to pull her away from Nan Fusheng.

But to her surprise, the girl hugged him very tightly, her arms wrapped around Nan Fusheng's neck like vines, as if she wanted to stick to him. No matter how hard Tang Wulin tried, he could not budge her an inch.

Ye Xinglan finally snapped out of her shock. Seeing this, she quickly stepped forward and reached out from the other side to hug Nan Fusheng, working together with Tang Wulin to exert force.

With one pulling the girl and the other supporting Nan Fusheng, Tang Wulin managed to pry open the girl's seemingly delicate but actually incredibly strong wrist with great effort.

"No~"

This scene, witnessed by everyone, added to the awkwardness and strangeness.

"Ugh, Wu, Wu Ling, let, let me go."

Held tightly in Tang Wulin's arms, Yue Lin had finally regained some of her speech, though her words were still unclear. Her little head kept turning, her eyes fixed on Nan Fusheng, struggling to pounce on him again.

"It smells so good! The food is delicious!"

The girl's gaze was fixed on Nan Fusheng, who was being helped up by Ye Xinglan, her eyes gleaming with undisguised appetite, as if Nan Fusheng were some rare delicacy in the world.

As soon as she finished speaking, her struggles suddenly intensified, and a force far greater than before came from Tang Wulin's embrace. Caught off guard, Tang Wulin's grip loosened slightly, almost allowing Yue Lin to break free.

"Yue Lin, calm down, calm down!"

Tang Wulin quickly steadied himself, using even more force to hug Yue Lin while mentally activating the soul contract.

Through the power of the contract, she continuously conveyed soothing emotions to Yue Lin, attempting to calm his agitation.

Gradually, the girl in his arms began to struggle less and her breathing became more even. However, when her bloodshot eyes occasionally swept over Nan Fusheng, she would still unconsciously show a hint of restlessness, and her body would tense up slightly, clearly indicating that she had not completely given up.

Seeing this, Tang Wulin sighed inwardly and could only hold Yue Lin tightly in his arms, gently patting her back with one hand, continuing to soothe her with the power of the contract.

On the other side, Ye Xinglan's gaze was fixed on Yue Lin, who was being held tightly by Tang Wulin, with a hint of vigilance in her eyes—the girl's fierceness and greed when she pounced on Nan Fusheng just now made her unable to completely relax.

Only after confirming that Yue Lin was bound and unable to move did she slowly turn her gaze to Nan Fusheng beside her, her tone full of worry: "Are you alright? She was so forceful just now, did she hurt you?"

Nan Fusheng was rubbing his arm, which had been pressed until it was red. There were still clear finger marks on his skin, obviously left when Yue Lin suppressed him earlier.

Upon hearing Ye Xinglan's question, he immediately stopped what he was doing, turned around and gave her a gentle smile, his eyes filled with reassurance: "It's nothing, my arm is just a little numb, it'll be fine in a bit, don't worry."

He deliberately softened his tone, not wanting her to worry about his minor injury any longer.

Ye Xinglan looked at the red marks on his arm, her brows still furrowing slightly. However, she knew that this was not the time to dwell on such a minor injury, so she could only nod gently. Her gaze, however, kept drifting towards Yue Lin, as if afraid that the other party might suddenly attack again.

"What are you..."

A voice filled with doubt broke the silence in the room.

Having finished treating Xu Lizhi, Holy Spirit Douluo Ya Li slowly walked to the group's side, her gaze shifting between the struggling Yue Lin, Tang Wulin who was tightly embracing her, and Nan Fusheng and Ye Xinglan, whose expressions varied.

The holy aura around her had subsided, and she now resembled a gentle older sister, her eyes filled with inquiry. Just now, she was focused on treating Xu Lizhi, and although she sensed the fluctuations in soul power, she had not seen the specific details. Now, this strange confrontation was truly puzzling to her.

Tang Wulin tightened his grip on Yue Lin's arm, feeling the girl's still slightly restless body in his arms. A wry smile appeared on his face, his tone full of helplessness:
"I don't know either. Just now, Fusheng only got close to me, and Yuelin suddenly broke free from my control, forcibly appeared from the soul ring, and even... even did what she did just now."

As she spoke, she turned to look at Nan Fusheng, her eyes full of apology. "Fusheng, I'm so sorry. I didn't keep a close eye on Yuelin and you were frightened."

"Disobeying orders?"

Yali's brows furrowed instantly, and her tone became serious. "This is no small matter. A soul and its host should be of one mind and share life and death. If a soul can break free from control at will, or even act out of control, the hidden dangers are enormous. Can you find out why?"

As a top expert in the world of Soul Masters, Ya Li was more aware of the risks involved than anyone else.

Tang Wulin's status and strength are now extraordinary. If she were to carry a soul spirit that could go berserk at any moment, it would not only threaten her own safety but could also cause unpredictable consequences at crucial moments, affecting those around her.

Tang Wulin shook his head slightly, his tone tinged with weariness: "It's still unclear. Yue Lin's mind is like that of a young child, and her emotions are unpredictable. I can't figure out why she suddenly lost control this time."

"I'll investigate further through the soul contract later to see if I can find the root of the problem." As she spoke, she gently patted Yue Lin's back, trying to soothe him through physical contact.

Just then, Nan Fusheng spoke up, steer the conversation toward Xu Lizhi on the sickbed: "Your Holiness, you just treated Lizhi. How is he now? Is he still in serious condition?"

Upon hearing this, Ya Li turned her gaze to Xu Lizhi, who was still sleeping on the hospital bed, and her tone softened: "Lizhi is not in any danger. His main problem is that his martial soul true body was forcibly destroyed, which caused a deficiency of qi and blood. As long as he rests and recuperates for a period of time to replenish his qi and blood, he will gradually recover."

She paused slightly, then changed the subject, her eyes becoming more serious: "However, there is one thing to be careful about—his body is filled with a large amount of destructive power, which is mutually exclusive with my healing power and may even backfire on the healing energy."

"Therefore, I can only treat his external injuries. As for the internal injuries caused by the reverse flow of qi and blood and the destructive power, they cannot be treated by external force for the time being. They can only be absorbed and resolved by his own body."

"That's good, as long as there's no danger to his life." Tang Wulin finally breathed a long sigh of relief when he heard the words "no danger to his life."

Xu Lizhi is not only her partner, but also an important support force in the team. If something were to happen to him, it would be a huge loss for everyone.

Nan Fusheng glanced at Yue Lin, who was still restless in Tang Wulin's arms.

Although the girl had stopped struggling violently, she still stared intently at him with her bloodshot eyes, and there was even a faint trace of water left at the corner of her mouth, clearly still thinking about the "delicious" food she had just eaten.

He sighed inwardly, then turned to Yali and said, "Since Lizhi is out of danger, Your Majesty, Xinglan and I will take our leave now. It's better to leave this place to you."

He deliberately emphasized the word "you," clearly indicating that he did not want to share a room with Yue Lin again, lest he cause further trouble.

Ye Xinglan immediately nodded in agreement. At this moment, she had no intention of staying any longer and just wanted to leave this place that made her feel both embarrassed and uneasy as soon as possible.

Ya Li nodded gently, her gaze falling on Nan Fusheng, her tone softening with gratitude: "Alright. By the way, Fusheng, I've always remembered the Aurora Auction invitation you gave me years ago."

"If it weren't for that auction, I wouldn't have known that Yun Ming was still alive. Perhaps... I would have done something foolish in a moment of impulse."

The "invitation" she mentioned was an admission ticket to an aurora auction that Nan Fusheng had given her several years ago.

That auction not only made her aware that there was such a secret organization hidden on the mainland, but more importantly, it made her learn that her beloved Yun Ming, whom she thought had long since passed away, was still alive. It was this hope that sustained her through the darkest and most desperate time.

Although the Tang Clan tried their best to investigate the organization afterward and attempted to plant spies within it, all their efforts were in vain. This organization seemed to be even more deeply hidden than the Holy Spirit Cult.

Yali paused for a moment, then continued, "I have never forgotten this kindness. If you ever need any help in the future, as long as it doesn't violate the principles and ethics of a Soul Master, you can come to Shrek Academy to find me anytime. No matter how difficult it is, I will do my best to help you."

Nan Fusheng's heart stirred slightly: "Your Majesty, there's no need to be so polite. Giving you the invitation was just a small favor, and I never expected it to be of such great help to you. If you ever need anything in the future, I certainly won't stand on ceremony with you."

As he spoke, he nodded slightly to Tang Wulin as a greeting, then took Ye Xinglan's hand and led her quickly toward the door of the treatment room.

Ye Xinglan felt the familiar warmth on his fingertips as he held her hand, and most of her unease and embarrassment dissipated. She quickened her pace, clearly eager to leave.

Watching the two walk away hand in hand, a knowing smile flashed in Ya Li's eyes, and she murmured softly, "The relationship between this child and Xing Lan seems to be a little complicated."

Having lived for nearly a century and witnessed countless human interactions, the eye contact and physical contact between Nan Fusheng and Ye Xinglan earlier had already revealed an intimacy far exceeding that of ordinary friends. "Never mind, let the young people handle their own affairs," Ya Li gently shook her head, not probing further.

After all, Nan Fusheng had been kind to her, and she only wished that these two outstanding young people could get what they wanted. As for their emotional entanglements, outsiders should not interfere too much.

She turned to Tang Wulin and carefully instructed him, "Wulin, you must take Yuelin's loss of control to heart and find out the cause as soon as possible. If you encounter any problems that you cannot solve, you can come to me at any time. Perhaps I can give you some advice based on the contract relationship between the soul and the host."

Tang Wulin nodded quickly: "Thank you for your concern, Your Majesty the Holy Spirit. I will."

Ya-li glanced at Xu Li-zhi on the hospital bed again, and after confirming that his breathing was stable, she turned and walked towards the door.

With her departure, only Tang Wulin, Yue Lin who was being held by her, and Xu Lizhi, who was still asleep, remained in the treatment room.

……

Tang Wulin slowly released his protective arms and gently placed Yue Lin on the ground.

The moment the girl's toes touched the ground, she dashed toward the palace gate like an arrow released from a bow. Her small figure carried an undisguised eagerness, clearly wanting to catch up with Nan Fusheng, who had left after being disturbed by her.

Seeing this, Tang Wulin's gentle expression vanished instantly, his face darkening as he hissed, "Yue Lin, don't move!"

"No~"

The crisp command reached her ears, and Yue Lin's running steps abruptly stopped.

She turned around, her tender little face full of struggle, her pink lips slightly pouting, letting out a soft moan tinged with grievance. Her eyes, as clear as ruby, were filled with resentment, but in the end she obediently stood still, refusing to move forward even half a step.

Tang Wulin stepped in front of Yue Lin, squatted down slightly, and looked the girl in the eye.

He stared into those pure yet strangely yearning red eyes, his tone tinged with seriousness and doubt: "Yue Lin, why did you attack Fu Sheng just now? And why did you do that to him?"

Yue Lin blinked, her long eyelashes fluttering like butterfly wings, her tone innocent and pure: "Because he smells very good, he smells delicious. I... I want to eat him."

Eat him?
These three words struck Tang Wulin's ears, sending a jolt through her heart.

In a normal situation, if a girl said she "wanted to eat" a man, it might be interpreted as a playful and ambiguous joke. However, Yue Lin's identity is special—she is a spirit and her mind is not yet mature, so she does not understand the complex emotions of the human world.

Tang Wulin dared not be negligent in the slightest and hurriedly asked, "Eat? What exactly does that mean?"

The girl raised her small face, revealing a pure smile devoid of any malice, and explained earnestly, "Of course I want to eat him whole."

As she spoke, she stretched out her small palm and gently patted her flat belly, adding with a slightly troubled expression, "My body is a bit small, otherwise I should have been able to swallow him whole just now, instead of only being able to bite his tongue."

Upon hearing Yue Lin's words, Tang Wulin gasped in shock. So it really was what she meant by "eating".

"Yue Lin, why do you insist on eating Fu Sheng?" Tang Wulin suppressed his shock and asked again, trying to find the reason behind this unusual behavior.

“Because he smells good.” Yue Lin’s answer was still simple and straightforward.

"Fragrant? Why do you think Fusheng smells 'fragrant'?" Tang Wulin frowned. He had never detected any special smell on Nan Fusheng, let alone an aroma that could arouse "appetite".

"do not know."

Yue Lin honestly shook her head, but as soon as she finished speaking, her Adam's apple bobbed involuntarily, clearly indicating that she had swallowed. Her eyes once again revealed her longing for Nan Fusheng.
"But it smells so good! I can smell it. If I could eat it, it would be really good for me. Wu Ling, can you call it back so I can take another bite? Just one bite."

"No." Tang Wulin rejected this absurd request without the slightest hesitation.

Then, with a touch of solemnity, she emphasized, word by word, "If you ever see him again, you absolutely must not bite him like you did just now, understand? Also, it's Wu Lin, not Wu Ling, remember my name."

"Cloth, cloth!"

The blonde girl with red eyes instantly became excited. She waved her thin arms and swayed her small body from side to side, looking just like a child who hadn't gotten her favorite candy. She called out in a coquettish tone, "Wu Ling, just let me take a bite of him, just one bite, okay?"

"No." Tang Wulin's attitude remained firm, without the slightest wavering.

"Hmm~ Dance Spirit..."

Seeing that her coquettishness was ineffective, Yue Lin gradually slowed down. She stretched out her little finger and gently tugged at Tang Wulin's sleeve. Her little head was slightly lowered, her red jade eyes were filled with tears, and her face showed a wronged expression, trying to shake Tang Wulin's determination by showing weakness.

"Don't look at me like that. If I said no, I mean no."

Tang Wulin's heart softened when she saw Yue Lin's appearance—after all, Yue Lin was a soul closely connected to her, and she really couldn't bear to be too harsh on her.

But when she thought about the seriousness of the matter of "cannibalism," she immediately suppressed her soft heart, put on a serious expression again, and refused to compromise even a little on matters of principle.

Cannibalism? That's absolutely unacceptable!

"But that person smelled really good. Just now I bit him and even bit this off of his body."

Seeing Tang Wulin's resolute attitude, Yue Lin put away her aggrieved expression and instead, as if presenting a treasure, gently raised her slender fingers.

A wisp of golden mist was wrapped around her fingertips. The mist looked thin, but it exuded an indescribable and strange aura.

"what is this?"

Tang Wulin's gaze was instantly drawn to the wisp of golden mist. She could clearly sense the extraordinary power contained within the mist, and this power also gave her a strange sense of familiarity, as if she had encountered a similar aura somewhere before.

"This is destiny!"

Just as Tang Wulin was pondering, a familiar voice suddenly rang in his mind. It was his father Tang San's divine sense transmission, and his tone was filled with barely concealed excitement.

"Luck!"

Tang Wulin was shocked and instantly understood the origin of the golden cloud. "Could this be Fusheng's fortune?"

Upon learning the truth, her first thought was not possessiveness, but rather the desire to return the item to its rightful owner—it belonged to Nan Fusheng and should be returned to him.

"Don't!"

Tang San's keen senses detected Tang Wulin's thoughts, and he quickly spoke up to stop him.

Then, his voice became earnest: "Wu Lin, as the saying goes, rare and precious things belong to the capable. Since this fortune has fallen into your hands, it means that it is destined for you, so there is no need to rush to return it."

“But Father, this fortune was stolen by Yue Lin from Fu Sheng, it wasn’t obtained legitimately.” Tang Wu Lin was still somewhat hesitant, she always felt that doing so was inappropriate.

"What do you mean by 'stealing'!" Tang San's consciousness immediately retorted, his tone carrying a hint of righteous indignation, "This is clearly 'borrowing'. The owner of the fortune is still Nan Fusheng, we are just borrowing it from him temporarily, and we will definitely return it to him in the future."

As for when "later" is, Tang San did not specify, clearly leaving room for ambiguity regarding the timeframe.

Back then, didn't he also "borrow" the Ice and Fire Yin-Yang Eye from Dugu Bo?

Even though 20,000 years have passed, the Ice and Fire Yin-Yang Well is still nominally Dugu Bo's property, and the Tang Clan is merely temporarily holding it for him.

How similar this matter of fate is to the situation back then.

"But..." Tang Wulin still hesitated.

Tang San seized the opportunity and pressed his advantage, saying, "There's no 'but' about it. We're just borrowing it temporarily, not taking it permanently, so there's no need to feel guilty."

"Wu Lin, your current situation is extremely difficult. The power of the Golden Dragon King could break through the seal at any moment and endanger your life. Now there is an opportunity to increase your luck, you must not miss it easily."

He paused, then continued, "As long as you have enough luck to protect your body, you will be more confident in withstanding the power of the Golden Dragon King in the future. This is a matter of life and death for you, and I believe your friend Nan Fusheng will understand if he knew the reason behind it."

Under Tang San's persuasive words, Tang Wulin's defenses gradually crumbled.

She recalled the pain and threat brought by the Golden Dragon King's seal, and then thought that luck might bring her a glimmer of hope. She couldn't help but mutter to herself, "It's just borrowing it for a while, it should... be fine, right?"

"Of course, no problem!" Tang San's divine sense immediately gave an affirmative response, his tone filled with obvious relief.

"Ok."

With the Golden Dragon King's seal constantly threatened by unforeseen circumstances, Tang Wulin ultimately decided to accept this wisp of destiny.

But then she suddenly realized a crucial problem and quickly asked, "But Yue Lin is just a spirit, how could she bite off Fu Sheng's luck?"

You should know that her father, Tang San, had clearly told her before that luck is an ethereal thing, and even a god as powerful as him can only interfere with it to a limited extent, and cannot directly "bite" it like this.

So Tang Wulin posed this question to Yuelin, but the response he received was a blank look on the girl's face—Yuelin clearly didn't know why she was able to do that either; she had simply acted on instinct.

"It must be the power of the Golden Dragon King at work."

Just then, Tang San's voice rang in Tang Wulin's mind again, giving a reasonable explanation: "During your growth process, your soul spirit absorbed a large amount of the Golden Dragon King's power. Now, she is already equivalent to a small Golden Dragon King."

"The ability to seize fortune must be a new ability she awakened during the process of accumulating power, just like the Eye of Destruction she awakened before."

This explanation is undoubtedly the most reasonable.

After all, the Golden Dragon King originated from half of the Dragon God's power. As part of the Dragon God's legacy, it is only natural that he possesses such extraordinary abilities.

"Wu Lin is unwilling to take the initiative to win over Nan Fusheng, perhaps I can do so through this spirit..."

Tang San's consciousness was silently pondering in his heart. His gaze, through Tang Wulin's perception, fell on Yue Lin, who was still curiously playing with the golden clouds on her fingertips. Thoughts surged in his mind like a tide.

The Tang family has always been like the legendary Pixiu, only taking in and never giving out. Since this spirit has absorbed so much of the Golden Dragon King's power, it should give something back to the Tang family to make it fair.

"It seems this matter needs further consideration." Tang San pondered to himself, a calculating glint in his eyes.

In any case, this Tyrannosaurus Rex spirit usually resides in Tang Wulin's spiritual sea, so he has plenty of opportunities to contact and influence Yue Lin. With proper guidance, this spirit might become the key for the Tang family to obtain more opportunities.

Inside the treatment room.

Tang Wulin was still patiently instructing Yuelin, telling her not to hurt Nan Fusheng again in the future, while Yuelin listened with a half-understanding.

……

Meanwhile, at the martial arts tournament for finding a husband taking place in the arena.

"boom--"

As a severely burned figure fell off the stage, the winner of the fourth group was finally decided.

"The winner is Duanmu Yan," the referee announced loudly.

"Duanmu Yan! Duanmu Yan!"

The audience also gave a warm round of applause to the winner.

(Tyrannosaurus Rex transforms.)
(End of this chapter)