Douluo Dragon King: I, Huo Linfei, the Mecha Illusionary Lin God

Huo Linfei scratched his head: "This... I need to think about it."

"No rush, no rush," the spirit medium said with a smile, his attitude completely different from before.

"Let the other children awaken first. You stand next to me."

Next up is Tang Wulin.

The little guy was so nervous he was walking with his arms and legs moving in unison. Huo Linfei nodded to him and mouthed:

"come on."

Tang Wulin stepped into the magic circle. A light shone, and several slender blue-silver grass blades grew from his palm.

"Martial Soul, Blue Silver Grass." The Spirit Master's voice returned to its calm tone.

The crystal ball tested, the light shone, and it stopped at level three.

"Soul Power Level 3, next."

Tang Wulin walked down with his head down. His level three soul power was not bad among ordinary children, and was even considered above average.

However, when following behind Huo Linfei, who possesses innate full soul power, the difference is too glaring.

"Wu Lin." Huo Linfei suddenly became serious. He squatted down and looked Tang Wu Lin in the eye. "Listen to me."

Everyone experiences moments of confusion and uncertainty; confusion itself is not something to be afraid of.

His voice was clear and crisp, yet possessed a penetrating power that transcended his age.

"What's terrible is not making a choice while hesitating."

The entire hall fell silent.

Even the spirit medium was stunned; it was too shocking for a six-year-old child to say such a thing.

Tang Wulin raised his head and looked into Huo Linfei's emerald green eyes. There was no pity or sympathy in those eyes, only pure trust and encouragement.

"Do you want to be a coward who bows down when faced with difficulties, or a strong person who will carve out a place for themselves even if their martial soul is ordinary?" Huo Linfei asked.

Tang Wulin slowly clenched his fist.

A few seconds later, he nodded vigorously: "I want to become stronger! I want to protect my mom and dad, and... and catch up with Boss Huo!"

"This is my second brother!" Huo Linfei laughed and rubbed his head.

The spirit medium was even more shocked by what he saw. This child was not only exceptionally talented, but also far more mature than his peers.

The phrase "hesitation is not terrible" touched even him.

"Huo Linfei." The spirit master walked over, his expression serious. "According to the rules, someone with innate full soul power can directly obtain one chance to randomly draw a soul spirit. But I can use my maximum authority to give you three chances."

He lowered his voice: "This is the privilege I earned through ten years of hard work, and it can only be given to you. I hope you will cherish it."

Huo Linfei blinked: "Why are you so nice to me?"

The spirit medium smiled: "Because I believe you will become a great person in the future. When that time comes, just don't forget the person who helped you in Aolai City today."

It's very straightforward, but Huo Linfei likes this kind of straightforwardness.

"make a deal!"

The Soul Extractor of the Spirit Pagoda looks like a giant gashapon machine.

Through the glass, you can see hundreds of orbs of light floating inside, each orb a different color, representing spirits of different ages and types.

"Red represents ten years, yellow a hundred years, and purple a thousand years. But forget about thousand-year-old spirits; we don't have any in this small place," the spirit medium explained.

"Three chances, whatever you draw is what you get. Ready?"

"Ready!" Huo Linfei rubbed his hands together and put his hand into the extraction port.

The first time, a red orb of light contained a ten-year-old wind baboon.

"Want it?" the spirit medium asked.

Huo Linfei shook his head: "Again."

The second time, it was still red, a ten-year-old green vine snake.

"This is the last time," the spirit medium reminded him.

Huo Linfei took a deep breath and reached inside. This time he closed his eyes and turned the lever.

A sphere of light rolled out—yellow! A hundred-year-old spirit!

The spirit medium's eyes lit up: "Not bad!"

But when the ball of light completely landed and the spirit master saw what was inside, his expression froze.

It was an extremely dim yellow sphere of light, with a blurry and indistinct phantom of a spirit inside, which could only be barely discerned as a small lion-like spirit.

But the problem is... this spirit orb is in a very strange state; its light flickers on and off, as if it might dissipate at any moment.

"This..." The spirit medium's expression changed. "Is this the defective product from the warehouse? That shouldn't be the case. Why is it still in the extractor?"

"A defective product?" Huo Linfei leaned closer to take a look.

"Yes, this is a problematic hundred-year-old spirit. The probability of drawing it is theoretically infinitesimally close to zero, because the spirit orb itself is flawed and almost impossible to draw." The spirit medium's face was grim.

"Moreover, its state is very unstable; it may fail to fuse, or even suffer a backlash."

He looked at Huo Linfei: "How about... I make an exception and give you another chance? This one doesn't count."

Huo Linfei remained silent.

He stared at the small, curled-up phantom of a lion inside the sphere of light. Though blurry, the outline, the aura… it seemed vaguely familiar.

Lion King?

"I want it," Huo Linfei said.

"What?" The spirit medium thought he had misheard.

"I said, I want this soul." Huo Linfei raised his head, his eyes resolute. "It's destined for me."

"But this is a defective product! The fusion might fail!" The spirit master panicked.

"I won't fail." Huo Linfei smiled, a smile brimming with an inexplicable confidence. "Because it's waiting for me too."

The spirit medium opened his mouth, but finally sighed, "Fine, you chose this yourself. But I must remind you, the fusion of soul spirits must be carried out in the Spirit Transfer Tower, protected by a magic array. If there is a backlash, we can still save you."

"No need for that trouble." Huo Linfei picked up the Soul Orb. "I'll fuse with it now."

"Now? Here?" The spirit medium exclaimed in shock. "No! It's too dangerous."

Before he could finish speaking, Huo Linfei had already crushed the Soul Orb.

A burst of yellow light erupted, followed by a faint lion's roar. The light condensed in the air into a small lion the size of a palm, its body fiery red, but the phantom was extremely unstable, like smoke that might dissipate at any moment.

The little lion opened its eyes, looked around in confusion, and finally its gaze fell on Huo Linfei.

Eyes facing each other.

The next second, the little lion transformed into a streak of light and rushed into Huo Linfei's chest!

"Not good!" The Spirit Master was shocked and was about to activate the emergency array when he saw a yellow halo appear around Huo Linfei.

The century-old Soul Ring has taken shape stably.

Huo Linfei's aura surged, reaching level eleven, then level twelve! He broke through two levels directly!

"It...it's a success?" The spirit medium was dumbfounded.

Huo Linfei opened his eyes, a flame-like light flashing in them.

He raised his hand, and with a thought, a small red lion phantom appeared on his shoulder, affectionately nuzzling his face.

"From now on, I'll call you Little Lion King," Huo Linfei said with a smile.

The little lion let out a low growl in response.

On the way back, Tang Ziran heard the whole story and looked at Huo Linfei with a very complicated expression.

On the one hand, they were shocked by the child's boldness and luck, and on the other hand, they were worried that he would cause even bigger trouble in the future.

However, seeing that Tang Wulin had completely recovered from his low spirits and was even excited by Huo Linfei's success, Tang Ziran felt relieved.

"Linfei, you can stay at home tonight. Your Aunt Lang made braised pork," Tang Ziran said.

"Great!" Huo Linfei grinned. "Uncle Tang, I want to take Wu Lin to the park to celebrate."

Tang Ziran glanced at the sky and nodded, "Don't stay out too late." It was still early.

The two boys cheered and ran towards the small park in the east of the city.

The park isn't large, but it has a small lake surrounded by willow trees. At dusk, the setting sun paints the lake surface gold.

"Boss Huo, your spirit is so cool!" Tang Wulin looked enviously at the little lion king dozing on Huo Linfei's shoulder.

"I wonder what kind of spirit my Blue Silver Grass will find in the future..."

"You'll definitely be very strong in the future, after all, you're my second brother..."

Huo Linfei said casually, which made Tang Wulin laugh.

Just then, Huo Linfei's eyes narrowed.

"Wu Lin, look over there."

Following the direction Huo Linfei pointed, Tang Wulin saw a silver-haired little girl sitting on a bench by the lake.

The girl was about five or six years old, wearing a somewhat dirty white dress and barefoot.

She sat with her knees drawn up to her chest, her face buried in them, her long silver hair shimmering softly in the setting sun.

The scene was beautiful, but also strange. The little girl was surrounded by three young men who looked to be seventeen or eighteen years old.