Douluo Dragon King: I Have an Minecraft Dimension

After a night of appeals and repairs, Tang Heng still couldn't save his debut work and could only regretfully say goodbye to his fans in the fan group.

The three ghosts of the Huang family: "We can't write anymore, the book has been banned, and no matter how we appeal, it won't work."

"It's a pity, my wife really enjoys watching it. @Huang Family Three Ghosts, do you need my help?"

Ruthlessness trumps compassion: "I can too~"

Tang Heng was also very moved to see the support from his readers on the screen.

The Three Ghosts of the Huang Family: "No need! The cold wind blows in the Valley of Desolation, and the cicadas sing as the youth returns! Please look forward to my new work—The Greatly Beloved Immortal Venerable!"

Qingtian Yiqiang: "You have ambition. I believe in you."

Yu Ling: "Yes, I will continue to support Mr. San Gui's new book~"

After closing the chat software, Tang Heng immediately opened a typing tool.

He already had an idea for his next project in mind. With so many wise men from his past life, how could he not make money?

Before dawn, Tang Heng burned his inner power and successfully typed out the opening of the revised version of Great Love Immortal Venerable within three hours. While Tang Wulin was still asleep, he slipped away to the MC plane to collect some more materials before taking a nap.

"You two lazybones, get up quickly! Daddy will take you to school today."

Lang Yue knocked on the bedroom door, and the two Tang brothers quickly crawled out of bed. Tang Heng went to the bathroom to wash up and change clothes in that order, followed by Wu Lin.

Tang Ziran took the day off yesterday and can go to work later today, so she has time to take the two brothers to school.

......

Hongshan College.

The mornings at the Junior Soul Master Academy are always noisy.

The children who come here to study are only six or seven years old. Even though the children in Douluo Continent are precocious on average, their natural instincts still exist.

Many children, reporting for the first time, clung to their parents' trouser legs and threw tantrums, refusing to go to school.

Unlike the other kids, the Tang brothers said goodbye to their father and went into school one after the other.

"Look at this, that's what other people's children are like!"

"I think that handsome little boy looks like the genius with innate full soul power from yesterday. I wonder if he's in the same class as our daughter."

Hearing the whispers around him, Tang Heng was speechless.

It truly lives up to its reputation as a continent of romance.

Tang Wulin didn't react much to this; he just thought his brother was very impressive and popular.

The Soul Master class has a dedicated teacher who greets students at the academy gate, and their treatment is significantly better than that of ordinary classes.

A pretty woman with a mature air saw Tang Heng and walked over to him with great enthusiasm.

"Are you Tang Heng and Tang Wulin? My name is Lin Ximeng, and I will be your homeroom teacher for the next three years."

"Hello, teacher!"

Led by Lin Ximeng, the two quickly arrived at the classroom, and Tang Heng naturally found the seat on the left by the window.

The back row by the window, the hometown of the king.

Before all the students had arrived, Lin Ximeng went out to pick up others, so the classroom was naturally noisy.

Everyone was talking about their respective martial spirits, not only to get to know each other, but also to show off their strength and establish their future status in the class.

"Hahaha, useless Blue Silver Grass martial soul! See? My martial soul is a sword! If I ever become a Title Douluo, I'll be called the Sword God Douluo!"

A short, chubby boy was holding a short knife in his right palm and was making a scene in front of his younger brother.

A sword god at the fifth level of innate ability? If he really becomes one, he could go down in history.

Tang Heng had no intention of helping this kind of clown.

After yesterday's conversation, Tang Wulin had long since lost the inferiority complex he had when he first awakened his martial soul.

Although my brother said that what was lurking inside him was a low-level dragon beast, it was still a dragon, and should be better than a broken sword.

Tang Wulin, imitating Tang Heng, ignored him completely. The two brothers sat one after the other by the window, resting their chins on their hands and looking outside.

The others watching the two people's surprisingly synchronized movements were also quite speechless.

The chubby boy was very annoyed when Tang Wulin ignored him. Just as he was about to lash out, Lin Ximeng walked in.

As soon as the teacher arrived, the noisy classroom immediately quieted down, and the children returned to their seats.

The first lesson was very simple. It mainly consisted of discussing the classification of martial spirits, the impact of innate soul power on future cultivation, and a brief self-introduction.

When it was Tang Heng's turn, the students in the class were still shocked.

Although the martial soul was falsely claimed to be the Golden Dragon, it was still a true dragon martial soul.

He remembered that the last time it appeared was when the Emperor Beast was cursed and ran away from the Star Dou Great Forest to find Huo Yuhao. It used this martial soul to disguise itself when it joined Shrek Academy.

After learning that Tang Heng was Tang Wulin's older brother, Yun Zhichao, the chubby boy who had been shouting about becoming the Sword God Douluo and making sarcastic remarks, quickly became the laughing stock of the whole class.

He briefly learned about meditation methods in class, and at noon he went to the cafeteria with Tang Wulin to sample the food from Hongshan Academy.

Tang Heng felt that the satiety boost from this was less than that from a cooked steak.

Of course, Hongshan Academy is only a primary soul master academy, and its canteen cannot provide high-energy food like that of the Spirit Pagoda or Shrek Academy.

It has to be said that the two brothers have an astonishing appetite.

The food in the Soul Master class was obviously better than that in the regular class, but even so, Tang Heng and Tang Wulin still ate a lunch meant for twenty people, and only then were they about 70% full.

Other people in the cafeteria noticed the mountain of dishes piled on their table and silently memorized their appearances.

This guy is a complete idiot!

......

As dusk fell, the sky above Aolai City was gradually tinged with a gentle orange-red, thick yet carrying a hint of coolness.

Tang Wulin, carrying his schoolbag, had rosy cheeks. He was very happy because he had learned a lot about Soul Masters at school today.

Recalling the way Yun Zhichao apologized to him, he secretly glanced at Tang Heng beside him, his eyes filled with admiration and gratitude.

Following my brother's lead was definitely the right decision.

Tang Heng, with one hand in his pocket, walked at a leisurely pace.

He is waiting.

Waiting for my Dragon God Fusion Power Bank No. 2.

As Tang Heng passed by the entrance of a deserted alley, he spotted three or four burly men blocking a petite figure in the alley, illuminated by the streetlights.

"Hehehe, little girl, what are you doing all alone in a place like this? Did you get separated from your parents?"

"Come sit at my house for a while. Do you like cats? My cat can do backflips, you know."

Looking inside, the girl looked no more than five or six years old, and her rare silver hair stood out brightly in the dirty alley.

Surrounded by several men, she hugged her knees tightly, her bright, amethyst-like eyes filled with confusion and fear as she watched the thugs approach her step by step.

"Come with me, Uncle will take you home."

The leader of the thugs was clearly impatient and reached out to grab the girl's arm, his eyes filled with greedy desire.

But the next second, a piercing pain spread from his arm, and his entire body flew uncontrollably towards the outside of the alley before crashing to the ground.

"This is modern society, how come you human traffickers are still alive?"

Tang Heng put away his fishing rod and stepped on the chest of the thug he had just dragged over.

"what!"

The thug was in so much pain that he couldn't help but cry out.

Because he could feel that his ribs were broken.

Seeing their leader being beaten, the others became enraged and walked away from the girl, rushing towards Tang Heng and Tang Wulin.

"You brat, trying to be a hero and save the damsel in distress, huh!"

"Boss, I'm here to save you!"

Tang Heng directly activated his Martial Soul, his right hand expanding into a sharp golden dragon claw, while his left hand gripped a fishing rod for easy pulling.

He turned to Tang Wulin, who was still confused and bewildered, and said, "I'll hold these guys back. You go and take that girl away."

"Okay, okay, brother."