Golden Dragon Tang Wulin 1

Chapter 162 - Deep Meditation Troubles

Wu Zhangkong stood up. “I want to bring this chair with me. Here’s money to compensate for the cost.” He took out some federation bills as he spoke.

“You want to bring this chair with you?” The train attendant had never met such an eccentric passenger before. What did he mean by ‘bring the chair’ with him?

Very soon, Wu Zhangkong explained the meaning of his words with a simple motion.

A ripple of blue light welled up in Wu Zhangkong’s hand as a chill swept through the surroundings. A blue flash later, the train attendant was shocked to see that the chair with the child sitting atop of it was steadily hoisted up by the white-robed man. Carrying the chair with only his left hand, he took large strides towards the train exit.

“Huh?” He really carried the chair away? Heavens! He detached the entire chair.

The attendant hurriedly took out her soul communicator. “Conductor, conductor, over here, there’s…”

And at this time, Wu Zhangkong had already left the train while carrying the chair that Tang Wulin sat on.

Since he couldn’t force the train to stop here, all he could do was take the chair and Tang Wulin along with him. He isolated Tang Wulin in a bubble of soul power to prevent any distractions, which could lead to deviations in his cultivation. For now, he planned on quickly leaving the train station before looking for an inn to stay at.

Of course, as soon as Wu Zhangkong alighted from the train, he became the center of attention as he single-handedly carried a seated child. The surrounding tourists were all dumbstruck as a single thought crossed their minds: what’s going on?

At that moment, an alarm resounded as a group of police officers from the train station came running over with soul laser guns in hand.

“Freeze!” They formed a line in front of Wu Zhangkong, obstructing his path. The head officer stepped forward and gravely said, “Sir, you’ve vandalized a public train and taken a child. Please come with us and explain yourself.”

“Fine.” Wu Zhangkong agreed without a hint of resistance.

The officers were stunned at such an icy and tranquil response. Their impression of him changed to one of a strange man, but surprisingly easy to talk to! They were already aware of his status as a six-ringed Soul Emperor—an existence impossible for them to stand against—and they were nearly trembling from apprehension.   

Fortunately for them, Wu Zhangkong didn’t resist and was actually compliant.

Still carrying the chair that Tang Wulin sat on, Wu Zhangkong was escorted to the police station in charge of patrolling Heaven Dou City’s train station.

An officer wearing a captain’s badge welcomed them with an even larger entourage of officers accompanied by a pair of gigantic mechas surpassing ten meters in height.

The entire police force in charge of patrolling the train station had gathered here.

“Hello, you are a Soul Emperor, correct?” The captain cut right to the chase.

Wu Zhangkong was expressionless as he dropped the concealment on his aura, six soul rings rising from his feet. Coupled with the two black soul rings, the captain was at a loss in the face of the sheer power of Wu Zhangkong’s aura.