Douluo: Starting from the Nine-Curved Vine Dragon

Chapter 115: Success, Xuantian Treasure Record.

With a click, Shi Nian pushed open the door and walked into the bedroom.

Then, the seventh soul skill, Nightmare True Body, unfolded and began to arrange the illusion according to what Lin Rong had designed.

……

Dream world.

Tang San opened his eyes dazedly and was surprised to find that he was lying on the bed, and an old man with white hair and beard was sitting beside the bed.

"Master Tang Lan, you..."

As he spoke, Tang San wanted to get up, but found that he was now wrapped in bandages all over his body. A feeling of weakness suddenly spread throughout his body, so he could only twist his head.

When Tang Lan, the outer sect elder of the Tang Sect, saw Tang San wake up, he signaled Tang San not to move and said:
"The reason why it is called Ghost-Seeing Sorrow is because anyone who falls from it will surely die."

"Xiao San, half a month ago, you jumped off the Ghost-Seeing Sorrow. The Tang Sect issued a death order, demanding to find you alive or dead. Only then did they luckily find you still alive under the Ghost-Seeing Sorrow."

"You were in a coma for half a month, and during that time you kept muttering about martial spirits, spirit rings, and so on."

"Fortunately, you woke up today. This old man and the Sect Master can rest assured."

An extremely familiar voice echoed in Tang San's ears, causing Tang San to have a myriad of thoughts in his mind.

Back then, it was Grandpa Tang Lan who brought him back to the Tang Sect shortly after he was born, and that’s how he was born.

Therefore, there was no way Tang San would be mistaken in hearing Master Tang Lan's voice.

This made Tang San think:

"So, those eleven years when I traveled through another world were all a dream during my coma?"

"But it's so real, so real..."

At this time, Tang Lan interrupted Tang San's thoughts and said:
"Xiao San, I haven't had time to congratulate you yet. From today on, you are the only successor to the leader of the Tang Sect."

The only heir to the Tang Clan leader?
Hearing this, Tang San almost subconsciously retorted:
"Impossible, I am just an outer disciple, and the surname Tang was given to me by the sect. I don't have the blood of the Tang family flowing in my body."

"I made a serious mistake this time. It is a blessing from heaven that I am lucky enough to survive. How could the position of the Tang Sect leader be passed to a sect sinner like me?"

"Master Lan, please don't joke with me."

Tang Lan, who was sitting on the edge of the bed, heard this and opened his mouth slightly, wanting to say something.

But before he could finish his words, a majestic and old voice came from outside the door:

"You sinner of the sect, who is it that has been gossiping in your ears and made you have such thoughts? If I knew about this, I would not forgive him!"

Hearing this voice, Tang San felt both excited and a little frightened.

But before he could think about it, Tang Clan leader Tang Dabian pushed open the door and walked in.

"Master!"

Tang Lan stood up and bowed respectfully.

Tang San, lying weakly on the bed, looked at the sect master who was over two decades old and walked in, and confessed:

"Master, my disciple Tang San stole the Tang Sect's most precious treasure, the Mysterious Heavenly Treasure Record. I know my crime is unforgivable. Please punish me, Master."

Grandpa Tang Lan's words just now, as well as the appearance of the Sect Master who he had only met once distantly in his memory, left Tang San with no extra thoughts to think about the world he dreamed of during his coma.

At this moment, after the words of confession came out, Tang San's panic spread in his heart, causing beads of sweat to seep out of his already pale face.

Perhaps seeing the emotions in Tang San's heart, Tang Da circulated the Xuan Tian Gong, injected his internal energy into Tang San's body to calm him down, and said:

"What you said just now is correct. If someone with mediocre talent did something like this, it would be an unforgivable crime."

"But you are different. The secret manual of our sect that you hid under the first brick in this room proves that you have not leaked our secret skills to others."

"Moreover, you have created the Buddha's Wrath Lotus, which no one in our Tang Sect has been able to create in the past two hundred years. Your extraordinary talent is enough to allow me to break the Tang Sect's iron law."

"So, you can just rest and recover without worrying too much."

"When you recover from your injury and inherit my position as the Sect Master, I will still be waiting for you to lead our Tang Sect to another peak."

……

Three years passed in a flash. Tang San walked through the gate of the inner sect of the Tang Sect. The inner sect disciples passing by him no longer had the arrogance they once had, but instead saluted and greeted him one after another.

"Young Sect Master!"

Hearing these greetings, Tang San did not reply and walked directly back to his exclusive residence in the inner gate.

For three years, Tang San spent two and a half years recovering from his injuries.

Half a year ago, after Tang Dayu used Xuantian Gong to check that Tang San's injuries had completely healed, he let him live in the inner gate.

The inner gate, he had only been here once before, under the cover of night, when he was stealing the Xuantian Treasure Record. Tang San only had a vague impression of the architectural layout inside.

Tang San was surprised to find that the architectural layout of the inner gate was exactly the same as he had imagined after living in the inner gate for half a year.

The personality of every person here is consistent with what Tang San remembers, which makes him feel real and at ease, and makes him feel more and more that the eleven years of traveling through another world was just a dream in a coma.

"The Master does not speak of strange things, force, disorder, or gods."

"Time travel, martial spirits, spirit beasts, spirit rings, these things that go beyond common sense, how could they possibly happen?"

"Although the eleven years in the dream were very clear, they were fake after all."

“The world I live in is the real one.”

"Tang San, ah Tang San, don't think about those illusory things anymore."

Another year has passed.

Tang San, who had just succeeded as the leader of the Tang Sect, walked into the Sutra Library surrounded by a group of Tang Sect elders.

On the side, Tang Da, who had already abdicated as the Tang Sect's Grand Elder, said:

"Master, a new era should bring about a new atmosphere."

"As the leader of the new era, you need to personally transcribe a brand new Xuantian Treasure Record as a symbol of the Tang Sect's new era."

"please!"

As he spoke, Tang Da handed the pen in his hand to Tang San.

"Great Elder, I would be disrespectful to refuse your request."

Tang San, feeling elated, took the pen, sat down surrounded by the elders, and wrote down the contents of Xuantian Baolu on the fine rice paper.

……

in reality.

Tang San stood up with his eyes closed, walked barefoot to the desk and sat down, picked up the paper and pen prepared by Shi Nian and began to copy the Xuantian Treasure Record.

Although the Xuantian Treasure Record contained a lot of content, with the help of the Xuantian Gong and the Xuanyu Hand, Tang San wrote very quickly.

In one and a half hours, the entire Xuantian Baolu was copied.

Tang San put down his pen, stood up, handed the transcribed Xuantian Baolu to Shi Nian, and said:
"Great Elder, I have fulfilled my mission. Please review it and check if there are any errors compared to the original Xuantian Baolu."

Shi Nian took the book handed over by Tang San, with a strange smile on his face, thinking:

"I really want to see what this kid experienced in the illusion."

"Unfortunately, I am not a Titled Douluo yet, so I cannot peek into the illusion."

Tang San, who was in the illusion, "heard" Tang Da's answer, turned around and walked towards somewhere.

Seeing this, Shi Nian, who had completed his mission, lifted the nightmare, and the constructed illusion world suddenly collapsed. Tang San, who walked to the bedside, also fell down.

Then, Shi Nian took out a golden flower, crushed it with his soul power and gave it to Tang San to take.

"The expenses of this lord's work are really huge."

"This is a top-quality forget-me-not herb. I'll use it right away."

Shi Nian muttered to himself, and did not forget to circulate his soul power and inject it into Tang San's body, so that the medicinal power of the forget-me-not grass would only make Tang San forget what happened in the dream world.

After doing all this, Shi Nian walked out of the room, looked up to see the night beginning to fade away, and hurriedly left the Tang Clan.

(End of this chapter)