Douluo Dalu: Immortal Dragon Clan

After watching Madam White Tiger take Dai Huabin away, Xu Jiujiu could no longer suppress his doubts and asked, "Why did you choose to go to the White Tiger Duke's Mansion this time?"

In Xu Jiujiu's eyes, Wen Yu had been living a secluded life for the past two years, as if she were working behind closed doors and never leaving her home. But today, she was acting out of character and readily agreed to go to the White Tiger Duke's Mansion in a few days. This made Xu Jiujiu feel that the Wen Yu in front of her was completely unfamiliar.

"Can't I go for a walk when I have nothing to do, Princess Jiujiu?" Wen Yu asked casually, with a hint of languor in her eyes.

After a long silence, Xu Jiu looked at Wen Yu with some helplessness and said, "You didn't say that when I invited you out before."

A faint smile appeared on Wen Yu's lips: "So what did I say?"

"I prefer to be alone; liveliness doesn't suit me, but now..." Xu Jiujiu repeated Wen Yu's original answer, feeling more and more that he might have been used as a pastime by the girl in front of him back then.

Wen Yu raised her hand to brush a strand of hair from her forehead, and after thinking for a moment, said, "If you want to come along, then come along. It's not a big deal anyway."

She naturally understood that Xu Jiujiu had said so much because he wanted to go with her. He was worried that the White Tiger Duke's Mansion would do something to harm her. But Wen Yu knew that with Wang Xian'er around, the people of the White Tiger Duke's Mansion would never dare to go too far.

"Then it's a deal." Having his thoughts exposed by Wen Yu, Xu Jiujiu no longer tried to hide it and readily agreed.

She and her brother were really worried about the White Tiger Duke's Mansion, and they didn't really want Wen Yu to have too much contact with them.

Lady White Tiger gripped Dai Huabin's wrist and practically dragged him into the luxurious, gilded, and ornate carriage of the White Tiger Duke's mansion.

The moment the car door slammed shut, her tense back suddenly relaxed. She leaned back against the velvet cushion and let out a long sigh. Glancing sideways at Dai Huabin, who was standing there dumbfounded, she unconsciously ran her fingertips along the dark pattern on her cuff. Her tone suddenly turned cold: "Huabin, no matter what happened today, you better control your temper. If you dare to make any rash moves, even if you are your father..." She deliberately dragged out the last syllable, a warning glint in her eyes.

She knew her son's temperament all too well: stubborn, ruthless, and vindictive.

At this moment, his clenched fists were bulging with veins and white knuckles, clearly still immersed in the humiliation he had just suffered. But the situation was delicate. Xu Jiawei, as the current emperor, was eyeing them, the nobles of the old dynasty, with covetous intent. A slight misstep could lead to utter ruin.

“I understand, Mother,” Dai Huabin said in a muffled voice, as if his voice had been sanded.

Lady White Tiger's expression softened slightly. She raised her hand to brush away the stray hairs on her son's forehead, her fingertips carrying a mother's unique tenderness: "In a few days, Wen Yu and her master will be visiting the manor. I will have your father return then, and using your grandfather's past relationship with Wang Xian'er, he can plead for you. If we can get Wen Yu to agree to a marriage agreement with you..."

She paused, a calculating glint in her eyes, "Once this marriage is finalized, even if the Xu family wants to interfere, they'll have to think twice."

"Can it really work?" Dai Huabin suddenly looked up, his pupils burning with desire. Wen Yu's face appeared in his mind, her skin like jade, her eyes like autumn water, every smile and frown captivating him.

If he could marry such a perfect woman... His Adam's apple bobbed, and his palms were sweating.

Seeing her son's fighting spirit rekindled, Madam Baihu nodded in satisfaction. Gazing at the street scenes rushing past the car window, a triumphant smile curved her lips. Once the marriage was settled, no matter how much dissatisfaction the Xu family had, they would have no choice but to swallow their anger.

Deep within the palace, a dark gold screen with dragon patterns gleamed coldly in the flickering candlelight.

Xu Jiawei's knuckles turned white as he gripped the secret letter, and the edges of the letter were wrinkled from his pinching.

He had originally intended to give the White Tiger Duke's Mansion another chance, but they used their supposed illness as an excuse to bypass him, the emperor, and directly request Wen Yu and the Immortal Physician to take action. This was clearly a blatant disregard for imperial authority and a slap in the face to him, the emperor. "What a White Tiger Duke, what a White Tiger Lady!" he roared, snapping the brush in his hand with a "crack." The pressure of a Title Douluo spread outwards like a tidal wave, and the bamboo slips on the table rustled.

A few breaths later, he suddenly closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and the restless soul power around him slowly subsided.

"I'll follow you when the time comes, and hopefully I can stop it in time," he muttered to himself, his nails digging deep into his palms, leaving white marks on the dragon-patterned imperial desk.

The events that occurred in the palace today quickly reached the ears of the nobles of the Star Luo Empire. Upon hearing the news, the head of the Zhu family was so angry that he almost fainted. He never expected that his sister would disregard the family's reputation in the slightest.

Did she never realize that her family's support played a crucial role in her achieving her current status?

"Zhu Lu, in a few days, you will come with me to the White Tiger Duke's Mansion." The Zhu family patriarch was furious and turned to his daughter sitting to the side to give the order.

Zhu Lu had a cascade of black hair, delicate and aloof features, and although she had not yet fully matured, her youthful figure was already beginning to emerge. She was none other than Zhu Lu, the apple of the eye of the Zhu family patriarch.

"Father, but..." Zhu Lu hesitated and spoke softly.

"Listen to me! The Zhu family must not back down on this matter, otherwise Xu Jiawei will definitely take this opportunity to deal with us!" The Zhu family head looked solemn. He knew that the Zhu family had been able to stand firm all these years thanks to the protection of the White Tiger Duke's Mansion.

But the Duke's actions now have violated the alliance.

Once the White Tiger Duke's Mansion enters into a marriage agreement with the disciple of the Immortal Physician, Xu Jiawei will be unable to shake the Duke's Mansion, but dealing with the Zhu family will be a piece of cake.

"I understand, Father." Although Zhu Lu felt wronged, she dared not disobey her father's orders. Under his firm attitude, she could only nod in agreement.

Wen Yu's words today were like a bombshell, creating ripples in the stagnant Star Luo Empire.
In the far north of the Douluo Continent, the wind howls, snow falls heavily, and the temperature is so low that it is frightening. Even experts at the Soul Douluo level or above would probably not dare to set foot here easily. But at this moment, Jin Tianming actually brought Huo Yuhao here.

During this period, Jin Tianming's training intensity for Huo Yuhao was extremely high, even more rigorous than Mo Yan's training. Huo Yuhao couldn't help but wonder if this older brother Jin Tianming was trying to push him to his death.

"Brother Jin, can coming here really help me obtain a second martial soul?" Huo Yuhao asked, his eyes full of doubt.

Jin Tianming, who was walking ahead, shook his head and replied without turning his head: "At this stage, you are still too weak. I will bring you here to obtain your second martial soul when you are strong enough."

"Then what are we doing here now?" Huo Yuhao asked, his face full of confusion.

Jin Tianming suddenly stopped, turned around, and stared intently at the boy behind him. He said in a deep voice, "Training! You are still too weak. There is still a long time before you can register for the Sun Moon Royal Academy. From now on, this will be your training ground to temper your body!"

Huo Yuhao's eyes widened, his face filled with shock and confusion, and he couldn't speak for a long time.

If Tianmu Cheng were here, he would definitely say that Jin Tianming completely treated Huo Yuhao like a Japanese person.

(End of this chapter)