Douluo 2: This Dragon God has too much martial virtue

Chapter 563 The Silly Reunion
However, Du Bu Si guessed one thing wrong. Long Xiao Yao was nervous because he was worried that Wang Dong would say something she shouldn't in front of a group of outsiders, not because he cared about her strength. Because caring wouldn't help; opportunities are purely a matter of fate.

"I'm hungry." Wang Dong pouted and walked to the dining table on her own. She had already received Long Xiaoyao's warning. After all, the beast tide was also related to Mu Xing. She couldn't very well reveal the mastermind, could she?

"You should eat more to nourish your body." Long Xiaoyao instantly transformed back into the kind and amiable old man, as if his previous sharp aura had never existed. Princess Vina blinked, almost thinking that everything she had just experienced was her imagination.

But Du Bu Si knew very well that it was no illusion. However, since Long Ge was intentionally hiding something, it was inappropriate for him, an outsider, to pry. He glanced suspiciously at Wang Dong, who was enjoying his meal, and then at Long Xiaoyao, who had a kind expression on his face. He could only keep his doubts to himself for the time being.

"Brother Poison, Your Highness, there are too many people and too many eyes here. Why don't we move to another place to discuss the subsequent expansion plan?" Long Xiaoyao was eager to change locations. As long as he was away from Wang Dong, the Pavilion Master wouldn't blame him for any trouble she caused later.

On the surface, Long Xiaoyao calmly led the way, but in reality, he secretly transmitted his voice to the members of the Dragon Pavilion present, instructing them to keep a close eye on Wang Dong and report to him immediately if there were any unusual movements.

It finally looked like a high-level meeting. Princess Vina, as the representative of the Heavenly Soul Royal Family, naturally had to be present. Du Busi only brought the Vice Sect Master, Golden Body Douluo, and his external brain, Spirit Wisdom Douluo.

On the corridor leading to the reception room, the Golden Body Douluo secretly circulated his soul power and transmitted his voice to Poison Undying: "Sect Master, is it really okay to leave Aotian and the others there?"

Poison Undying walked with ease, showing no sign of worry on his face. He also responded with his soul power: "I never expected them to find out any secrets. However, since Aotian is my personal disciple and the future sect leader, he should learn how to deal with various forces."

As he walked ahead, Long Xiaoyao seemed to sense something. At his level of cultivation, he always had a vague premonition about certain things. Although he had made arrangements as best he could and deliberately chose the reception room, far from the banquet hall, as the meeting place, the unease in his heart could not be shaken off.

If that girl really caused some trouble… Long Xiaoyao started to get a headache. A pair of bright golden dragon eyes flashed through his mind. If things really came to that, given the Sect Master's usual style, she would probably turn on the spot and kill everyone from the Body Sect present today. At that point, even if she decided to stage a coup on a whim, it would be nothing more than a trivial matter for her.

How easy is a coup! A golden-eyed black dragon king is enough.

Considering the contributions the Body Sect made in protecting humanity and resisting the beast tide, allowing the Body Sect and Princess Vina to remain uninvolved is Long Xiaoyao's final act of mercy.

Long Aotian picked up his wine glass, his gaze sweeping across the banquet hall without making a sound. His fellow disciples were chatting with members of the Dragon Pavilion in twos and threes, trying to blend into the banquet. His gaze finally landed on Wang Dong, who was reaching for some snacks. The girl seemed completely unguarded, intently selecting the food on her plate.

He recalled the meaningful look in Princess Vina's eyes when she left, and his master, Poison Undying, transmitting his soul power, telling him to chat with her about anything and everything, to gather as much information as possible, especially about the "beast tide" in the Northern Territory.

Wang Dong chewed on her dessert without tasting it. Long Xiaoyao was definitely hiding something from her. Although her back was to Long Aotian, her perception as a second-level deity made her acutely aware of the approaching aura behind her. She suddenly turned around, her gaze fixed directly on Long Aotian.

Seeing his cover blown, Long Aotian stopped trying to conceal his actions. With each step he took, his aura intensified, and his pure soul power surged towards Wang Dong like a tidal wave. He controlled this pressure with extreme precision, so the others in the banquet hall continued their conversation, completely unaware. Despite his master and the sect elders' repeated warnings not to alert Wang Dong, he couldn't suppress his curiosity. Just how powerful was this girl who could easily slay an evil soul master and severely injure the Holy Maiden of the Holy Spirit Sect?
Wang Dong stood motionless, the purple at the ends of her hair swirling under the light. Just as Long Aotian's oppressive aura was about to touch her, it vanished without a trace, as if a mud ox had entered the sea. Throughout the entire process, there was not a single fluctuation of soul power on her body.

A hint of surprise flashed across Long Aotian's face, and he paused slightly, but quickly continued walking towards Wang Dong. He looked directly into Wang Dong's eyes, making no attempt to hide the admiration and inquiry in his gaze, and nodded to her.

Wang Dong frowned, her short, light blue-to-purple hair swaying gently as she tilted her head. She sized up the unfamiliar young man, her eyes clearly saying: Who the hell are you? What right do you have to look at me like that?
Now that she's become a god, she feels there's no need to bother with a Soul Saint. If they were at the same level, she would definitely slash him with her sword.

Just as Long Aotian was about to speak, a black-haired youth casually passed by Wang Dong and took some food from the plate. Wang Dong glanced at him sideways and saw the man disappear into the crowd without turning his head.

She recognized Bei Bei, who was clearly sent by Long Xiaoyao to warn her. In the brief moment of passing by, Bei Bei used her soul power to transmit Long Xiaoyao's words—if she dared to reveal even the slightest information detrimental to the Dragon Pavilion to the Body Sect, none of the Body Sect members and Heavenly Soul Royal Family members present today would be allowed to leave Dragon City alive.

Wang Dong snorted and casually tossed aside the half-eaten pastry. This level of threat meant nothing to her, but she still took Long Xiaoyao's warning to heart. However, she quickly thought, while she couldn't reveal information to them, surely asking for some intelligence in return wouldn't be a problem?
Her eyes darted around, and she re-examined Long Aotian before her. This young sect leader of the Body Sect seemed rather simple-minded; wasn't he an excellent source of intelligence?
"Hey, were you guys discussing the beast tide with Senior Long just now?" Wang Dong asked casually. This act might not fool others, but it was more than enough to fool Long Aotian.

"What exactly happened? While I was fighting that...beast in the far north, how was the battle going on your side? Did the beast tide recede? I heard their target was Shrek Academy, and Soto City..."

"You didn't know?" Long Aotian seemed surprised, but then he remembered Long Xiaoyao mentioning that Wang Dong had been injured in the far north, and suddenly realized. It seemed that a beast tide had indeed broken out in the far north, and this girl in front of him was fighting on the front lines at the time. No wonder she didn't know much about the situation within the Heavenly Soul Empire.

A scene involuntarily surfaced in Long Aotian's mind: the once genius girl who slew evil soul masters faced the surging beast tide alone, fighting a bloody battle in the icy snow until she was seriously injured... This scene he imagined made him look at Wang Dong with more respect.

"The specific situation is like this..." Long Aotian unconsciously softened his tone and began to explain in detail the beast tide situation within the Heavenly Soul Empire.

When Long Aotian mentioned that the beast tide had successively invaded several plains and main cities, Wang Dong's pupils suddenly contracted, and the fork in his hand was crushed in his hand.

How could this be? Didn't Xing Dou launch the beast tide to demand an explanation from Shrek Academy? How did it get all the way to Sunset Forest? If the beast tide expands a few hundred miles further east, those soul beasts might be running rampant on the ruins of the Clear Sky Sect!

“We evacuated the civilians in advance, but the problem is…” Long Aotian’s voice lowered, “Tens of thousands of refugees have flooded into Tiandou City, and the entire capital is now overcrowded. The worst offenders are those nobles!” Long Aotian noticed Wang Dong’s increasingly grim expression and felt that he had found a kindred spirit, so he continued, “They complained that the refugees were dirtying the streets and even demanded that the royal family expel the refugees from the city. Vina has argued with those noble representatives about this several times. If they hadn’t been desperate, the sect leader and the others wouldn’t have asked Dragon Emperor Douluo for help.”

"..." Wang Dong was just angry for a moment. It wasn't that she couldn't do it, but that she couldn't do anything, because the beast tide was caused by their own side, but she never expected it to cause such serious consequences.

"Was it Di Tian himself who took action?" She was eager to find out the source of this disaster.

Long Aotian was visibly taken aback: "No, if the Beast God himself arrives, even the sect leader might not escape unscathed, and we'll lose even more territory. But the other ferocious beasts are terrifying enough..."

Beibei secretly observed Wang Dong and Long Aotian's conversation, her brows furrowing deeper and deeper. Although Wang Dong hadn't revealed any information, judging from her reaction to the rampaging beast tide, she was likely to do something outrageous.

He glanced around, his gaze settling on a figure engrossed in eating with his companion. The man was a strikingly handsome young man, his long black hair casually tied back with a ribbon. Though his face was somewhat sickly pale, it couldn't conceal his striking good looks. His female companion, however, was of average appearance, the kind of ordinary woman who would easily blend into a crowd.

"Brother Ji, stop eating for now! The strongest young master of the Body Sect has arrived!" Bei Bei didn't want to alert others, so she could only send a telepathic message from afar using her soul power.

Ji Juechen was originally focused on having a meal with his friends. Although he was a sword fanatic, he still had to eat, especially since the banquet included many rare ingredients from ten-thousand-year-old soul beasts and delicacies from the deep sea.

Upon hearing Bei Bei's telepathic message, Ji Juechen suddenly stopped, his fork halting in his hand. He slowly raised his head, his eyes beneath his black hair instantly sharpening like swords, locking onto Long Aotian not far away. He slammed his plate down with a "bang," startling Jing Ziyan so much she almost jumped.

"My God, Juechen, the treatment here is too good! If I had known this would happen, I should have joined a few years ago... What's wrong with you all of a sudden?!" Jing Ziyan's words stopped abruptly because Ji Juechen had already stood up, his body radiating a chilling sword intent.

Ji Juechen ignored him and strode towards Long Aotian. With each step, the sword intent emanating from him grew sharper. Bei Bei breathed a sigh of relief and then used her communication soul tool to contact Long Xiaoyao.

At this moment, Long Xiaoyao was discussing important matters with Du Busi and others in the reception room. He casually answered the call, listened to the report, and simply replied with a curt "Understood" before continuing to discuss the plan to invade the Douling Empire. After hanging up, he sighed inwardly; things had come to this point, and it was no longer something he could control.

During a break in the conversation, Long Xiaoyao secretly contacted Mu Xing in the Dragon's Nest: "Dongling, I really can't control your child anymore. I've done everything I can. Before things get out of control, you should handle it yourself."

"...No, what did she do again?" A slight tremor came from deep underground, awakening the sleeping dragon, whose golden eyes suddenly lit up in the darkness.

Wang Dong's fists clenched so tightly they cracked, his eyes blazing with even greater anger: "Even if he didn't personally intervene, he's definitely involved! Without his tacit approval, would those ferocious beasts dare to act so recklessly?"

Long Aotian was stunned by the sudden surge of anger. Just as the two were about to unite against a common enemy, a sharp sword aura suddenly pierced through. Ji Juechen stared straight at Long Aotian, completely ignoring Wang Dong, who was on the verge of exploding with rage.

"Come and fight!"

Two simple words, yet they were like a sword drawn from its sheath. Ji Juechen's sword energy surged, completely isolating the space where the three of them were. The clamor of the banquet hall seemed to vanish in an instant, leaving only the suffocating sword intent surging in the room.

Long Aotian had intended to continue discussing the beast tide with Wang Dong, but was interrupted by this suddenly appearing sword fanatic. What alarmed him even more was that this pale-faced youth exuded an unprecedented sense of oppression.

Ji Juechen's gaze remained fixed on Long Aotian, seemingly completely ignoring Wang Dong's presence. It wasn't that he didn't want to play high-level matches, but rather that there was no point in wasting his life challenging opponents who could obviously kill him at a glance.

One after another, dazzling spirit rings rose from beneath Long Aotian's feet—yellow, purple, purple, black, black, black, black, seven spirit rings shining with dazzling light.

Just as Long Aotian was filled with fighting spirit and preparing for the duel, Ji Juechen suddenly seemed to wake from a dream and withdrew his sword. He looked around the luxurious banquet hall, a rare hint of hesitation appearing on his pale face: "Let's fight somewhere else, otherwise the Pavilion Master will kill me."

This sudden change left Long Aotian speechless for a moment, and his momentum immediately dissipated. He had no choice but to suppress the urge to curse and put away his martial spirit.

"Why don't you two head to the Great Soul Arena in the city? I'm sure the duel there will be more interesting." A clear voice suddenly interrupted. Everyone turned around and saw a blue-haired boy standing not far away, his heterochromatic eyes, one gold and one blue, were looking at them with great interest.

"Huo Yuhao?" Wang Dong raised an eyebrow in surprise. "You've broken through again?"

Long Aotian was secretly alarmed. As a genius that the Body Sect had only seen once every few centuries, he had always been confident in his talent. But in this Dragon Pavilion, talented young men were as numerous as fish crossing a river. First there was the unpredictable Wang Dong, and now there was the unfathomable Huo Yuhao.

　It's truly a case of kings not meeting kings.
　　(End of this chapter)