Douluo Dalu: Immortal Dragon Clan

Despite all his calculations, Mu En never expected that Wen Yu would also come from that mysterious family.

If he lets her continue talking to Mo Yan, where will he put his old face?
To make matters worse, the people present were not high-ranking officials from Shrek Academy, but important figures from the Star Luo Empire.

Once they find out that their great-grandson is a good-for-nothing, they will lose all face.

So who exactly is Mo Yan?
This person is known for his laziness and rebelliousness.

When Mo Yan heard Mu En's voice, he instantly understood what Wen Yu wanted to do.

Mo Yan was most adept at teasing Mu En.

"Old man, so you're here too?" Mo Yan's voice came through the communicator with a sudden realization, then his tone turned sharp, "How can you be so shameless? With your great-great-grandson's character, you still want to introduce him to my good sister Wen Yu?"

The titled Douluo and the emperor present couldn't help but prick up their ears. This year, they not only learned that the old master of the Sea God Pavilion was still alive, but they could also hear such gossip and secrets.

Seeing that Mo Yan on the other end of the communication soul tool showed no sign of shutting up, Mu En became so anxious that veins popped out on his forehead. Just as he was about to use his soul power to snatch the communication soul tool from Wen Yu's hand, a chilling killing intent locked onto him as if it were a tangible thing. The coldness rushed up his spine and straight to the top of his head, causing his soul power to freeze instantly.

He knew that if he dared to make any rash moves, the mysterious person in the shadows would definitely take action and eliminate him on the spot.

Things have come to this point, and this farcical social drama can no longer be contained.

As for why he stopped resisting, the oppressive feeling that had sent chills down his spine was something he, as a seasoned Limit Douluo, hadn't experienced in a long time.

Mu En dared not gamble his life on whether he could defeat the powerful figure lurking in the shadows, especially since he had finally received the blessing from his ancestors and could not afford to waste this hard-won opportunity.

We have disappointed our ancestors!
Mo Yan's voice continued, "Wen Yu, let me tell you something!"

"His great-grandson is simply outrageous. He's so young and doesn't learn anything good. He's only interested in dating. He even gave the pill that he traded with our family last time to his girlfriend."

"It's one thing to eat it, but his little girlfriend's martial soul is just an ordinary Blue Silver Grass. Giving her such a precious pill is simply a waste."

Upon hearing this, the others present glanced discreetly at Moon, whose face had darkened, before quickly lowering their heads.

They knew in their hearts that they must not look directly at this sect leader at this moment, especially Mu En, who was a Limit Douluo. Otherwise, if he was displeased, he might drag people out to train and vent his anger, which would be terrible.

At this moment, Moon's chest heaved violently. He felt as if today was a social death, and he wished he could find a crack in the ground to crawl into.

"Any more?"

"Yes, yes." Mo Yan's voice came from the other end of the communication soul tool, as if he were talking about everyday things. "He is really confused. He knows that his great-grandson will give the pill resources to his little girlfriend, but he does nothing to control it."

As it turns out, his great-grandson cultivated to the Soul Venerable realm, while his little girlfriend only barely reached that level this year.

"Pfft~" Someone couldn't help but laugh out loud, then hurriedly covered their mouth with their hand.

What kind of talent did he have that required such a huge amount of resources to cultivate to the Soul Venerable level this year? This cultivation efficiency is practically a waste of effort!
"And there's more!" Mo Yan's tone grew increasingly agitated. "During this year's Shrek Academy freshman registration period, his great-grandson was betrayed by his girlfriend. But instead of seeking revenge, he was solely focused on winning back his ex-girlfriend. Now..."

As they were talking, inside the Sea God Pavilion, Mo Yan suddenly heard Dugu Luo beside him report in a low voice: "The outer academy is in complete chaos. A large number of freshmen have submitted withdrawal applications, and many senior students have even jointly petitioned the academy to expel the scumbag Tang San, or they will also withdraw from school!"

Mo Yan smiled and decisively said to the communication device, "Give the communication device to Mu En. I have something important to discuss with him."

Wen Yu responded and walked towards Mu En with the communication soul tool in hand.

However, she did not hand the communication device to Mu En, but instead turned to Mo Yan on the other side and said, "You can speak now."

“Mu En, your great-grandson would do anything for his beloved. Now the outer courtyard is in complete chaos, why aren’t you coming back? A hundred freshmen have already dropped out and gone home.” Hearing Mo Yan’s words, Mu En’s face turned as black as the bottom of a pot, and he immediately stood up and asked, “What exactly happened?”

"You'll see when you get back. Anyway, this matter is more serious than the public opinion storm, and it was caused by your great-great-grandson~"

After Mo Yan finished speaking, he immediately hung up the communication device.

She had already reminded Moon, but she didn't know if he could come back soon.

Seeing that Mo Yan had hung up the communication device, Wen Yu put it away.

She glanced at Moon's ever-changing expression and seized the opportunity to mutter, "Shameless old man," before turning and leaving.

At this moment, Mu En had no time to worry about the "social death" issue. He immediately cupped his hands to Emperor Xu Jiawei of Xingluo and said, "Your Majesty, there may be unforeseen circumstances at the academy. I must return immediately to investigate."

Xu Jiawei nodded: "I understand, Elder, please be careful on your journey."

“Alright.” Mu En nodded, then added after a moment’s thought, “Your Majesty, I hope that today’s events can be kept secret.”

Moon only hopes that what happened today will be known only to the high-ranking officials of the Star Luo Empire.

Otherwise, once the news gets out, he, the "Dragon God Douluo," will truly lose all face on the mainland.

"I will keep this a secret and never reveal it to anyone." Xu Jiawei turned to the assembled officials and said in a deep voice, "No one is allowed to utter a single word about what happened today, understand?"

"understand!"

All the worshippers responded in unison and nodded in agreement.

Mu En gave Wen Yu one last deep look, filled with resentment but with no choice but to give up.

He flashed and disappeared from his spot in an instant, his speed so fast that even the titled Douluo present could not catch him.

A titled Douluo gazed in the direction Mu En had left and exclaimed in amazement, "As expected of a Limit Douluo!"

“Indeed.” Another Title Douluo nodded. “It’s just a pity that his descendants…are not very good!”

Seeing that the worshippers were about to start chatting, Xu Jiawei quickly said, "Alright, go back now!"

Wouldn't it be better to discuss this back home? He thought to himself, what if Mu En suddenly comes back later and I have to deal with him along with them? Who can I complain to then?

"Let's go, Wen Yu."

"Okay, Master."

Wen Yu silently followed Wang Xian'er away, feeling exceptionally cheerful.

The constipated look on Moon's face, which looked like he was about to die, really amused her.

I really don't know how this old guy dared to propose a marriage alliance. Doesn't he know his great-grandson's capabilities?

(End of this chapter)