Douluo Dalu: Immortal Dragon Clan

"Elder Xuan, what should we do now?"

Yan Shaozhe finally confronted his true feelings.

Perhaps he would have listened to his teacher Mu En when he was still alive, but ever since he learned that his grandfather was the Limit Douluo Long Xiaoyao he had met that day, his ambition has completely swelled up.

If Mo Yan can become the master of the Sea God Pavilion, why can't Yan Shaozhe?
He is the disciple of Dragon God Douluo Mu En, the descendant of Dragon Emperor Douluo Long Xiaoyao, and a direct disciple of Shrek Academy.

Just as Master Xuan said, he is the most qualified person.

Looking at the energetic Yan Shaozhe in front of him, Elder Xuan nodded in satisfaction: "Shaozhe, it's good that you understand. What we need to do now is to find the Dragon Emperor Douluo and get his help."

"Where is he now?" Yan Shaozhe asked impatiently.

"follow me!"

Inside the inner courtyard library, Zhang Lexuan sipped her red tea, patiently watching Mo Yan calmly reading on the table to pass the time. She couldn't help but ask, "Are you just going to hand over the position of Sea God Pavilion Master to them like this?"

Zhang Lexuan naturally knew that old man Mu En was seriously injured and on the verge of death, but what she didn't expect was that the old man Xuanzi would actually instigate Yan Shaozhe to seize the position of Sea God Pavilion Master of Mo Yan at this time.

This made her even more certain that Xuanzi was indeed a scourge to Shrek Academy.

With such a brilliant mind in the academy, Shrek Academy is incredibly unlucky.

"If they want it, just give it to them~" Mo Yan said nonchalantly, his eyes showing a hint of laziness as he casually flipped through the pages of his book.

For her, the position of Sea God Pavilion Master was not very attractive. She agreed to Mu En's offer purely to appease the old man.

Now that two ignorant and arrogant people have jumped out, she feels happy instead—this way she won't have to go through so much trouble and can relax and be lazy.

Hearing this, Zhang Lexuan looked at Mo Yan speechlessly, then found it amusing and said, "If old man Mu En knew about this, he probably wouldn't even need to wake up; he'd be so angry he'd die."

"Whether a good person or a bad person, they can never compare to the 'spark of inspiration' of a foolish person."

"So you're planning to do absolutely nothing?"

“Yeah,” Mo Yan said nonchalantly, “As long as I’m lazy, I’ll just wait patiently and the opportunity will come to me. Then I’ll consider whether it’s too much trouble. Besides, what I’m best at is waiting.”

“Your style remains unchanged.” Zhang Lexuan picked up the black tea on the table again and took a sip. “That’s exactly what Acheng is worried about.”

Mo Yan didn't reply. She knew in her heart that patiently waiting might really bring an opportunity. Although this method wasn't suitable for everyone, it was especially suitable for a "lazy person" like her who disliked trouble.

To put it simply, this is like waiting for a rabbit to run into a tree stump, except that her "waiting" is planned and deliberate!
In the outer courtyard of Shrek Academy, just as Long Xiaoyao was about to teach Beibei a few gentle techniques for getting along with others, he suddenly sensed a familiar presence approaching.

He had no choice but to leave Beibei to practice where she was, and instructed her, "Beibei, you practice here by yourself for now. I have some things to take care of."

"Yes, Master." Beibei nodded obediently, her eyes filled with hope.

He felt that after a few more days of school starting, he would definitely be able to win back Xiaoya's heart—what could Tang San possibly have to compare with him?
Long Xiaoyao was very satisfied with Bei Bei's attitude, thinking to himself, "This child is teachable." He then turned around and walked towards the direction from which the aura came.

Meanwhile, in another location, Yan Shaozhe and Elder Xuan were quietly waiting for the newcomer.

A short while later, Long Xiaoyao appeared in front of the two.

Seeing Xuanzi and Yan Shaozhe, he was somewhat surprised—he really didn't expect that these two would be the ones looking for him.

Especially when he saw Yan Shaozhe staring straight at him, he felt a vague sense of unease.

Could it be that he found out about my relationship with him as his grandson?
"What do you want with me?" Long Xiaoyao asked the two men in a calm tone. He didn't dare to look Yan Shaozhe in the eye, his gaze fixed on Xuanzi.

"We need your help, Elder Long!" Xuanzi said with great respect to the Dragon Emperor Douluo before him.

This person is of the same generation as his own martial uncle, Mu En, so he cannot afford to be perfunctory in the slightest.

"Help with what?" Long Xiaoyao's unease grew stronger.

"We need your help to make Shao Zhe the next Sea God Pavilion Master!" Elder Xuan said without hesitation.

Long Xiaoyao: ? ? ?
He stared at Xuanzi in shock, his tone incredulous: "No, brother, are you getting senile? Didn't Mu En already arrange the selection of the Sea God Pavilion Master?" He simply couldn't understand why Xuanzi would help Yan Shaozhe compete for the position of Sea God Pavilion Master—wasn't he afraid that Mu En would slap him to death after waking up?

“Grandfather, I need your help!” At this moment, Yan Shaozhe stepped forward and spoke up.

He knew it was time for him to step forward and make his stance clear.

Upon hearing the words "great-grandfather," Long Xiaoyao first glanced at Yan Shaozhe in shock, then abruptly turned to Xuanzi and questioned, "You told him about my relationship with him?"

Xuanzi didn't hide anything and nodded—there was no point in concealing this matter anyway.

Long Xiaoyao took a deep breath and slowly shook his head: "I am an outsider to Shrek Academy and am not qualified to participate in such an important decision of the academy."

Xuanzi had anticipated this and immediately offered his prepared bargaining chip: "Senior Dragon Emperor, you probably don't want your goddess to know that you once joined the Holy Spirit Cult and secretly informed Elder Mu, right?"

"You dare threaten me?" Long Xiaoyao's gaze sharpened instantly as he stared intently at Xuanzi.

He never expected that this "gluttonous little brother" who usually seemed to respect him would dare to threaten him with such a thing.

"If the world knew that the legendary Dragon Emperor Douluo not only abandoned his wife and children, but also willingly became a 'simp' for an evil soul master..." Xuanzi didn't finish his sentence, but deliberately slowed down his speech, his eyes carrying a hint of suggestion.

“…” Long Xiaoyao fell silent.

On one side was Xuanzi's relentless pressure, and on the other side was Yan Shaozhe's expectant yet slightly aggrieved gaze, which gradually made him feel a sense of indebtedness.

Finally, he asked helplessly, "How can I help you?"

“We need you to persuade Elder Mu to support Shao Zhe in becoming the Sea God Pavilion Master!” Xuan Zi said immediately upon seeing that he had agreed, without any hesitation.

"And we'll also try to persuade the other elders to agree!" Yan Shaozhe added immediately.

"Okay." Long Xiaoyao nodded in agreement.

"Furthermore, we will need your help to withstand the pressure from Mo Yan and her family in the future..."

Upon hearing this, Long Xiaoyao finally couldn't hold back any longer and interrupted Xuanzi directly: "I am a Limit Douluo, not a God Douluo! Are you sending me to my death to fight against a monster family with unfathomable strength?"

“Grandfather,” Yan Shaozhe spoke up at the opportune moment, his tone carrying a subtle reminder, “If the teacher knew that you were teaching Beibei like this…”

Before he could finish speaking, Long Xiaoyao immediately reached out and grasped Yan Shaozhe's hand, urgently interrupting him: "Xiaozhe, perhaps your grandfather did make mistakes in the past, and he should make amends to you. Don't worry, we need to plan this carefully, and we will definitely be able to help you achieve your wish!"

Yan Shaozhe and Elder Xuan exchanged a glance, and saw satisfaction in each other's eyes—they knew that the matter had been resolved.

...(End of chapter)