Douluo: This Legend of the Dragon King is not quite right

Chapter 105 The Premonition of the Future from the Ice Abyss Sword
“Master Aunt…” Lu Jun’s unease intensified instantly. He grabbed Leng Yulai’s arm urgently, “Aren’t you afraid…aren’t you afraid the Tang Clan has set an ambush? They were…”

"An ambush?" Leng Yulai laughed as if she had heard the funniest joke in the world. "Hahaha, little guy, thank you for your concern. How thoughtful of you."

She extended her slender finger and tapped Lu Jun's nose, her eyes suddenly turning sharp as knives, carrying an air of domineering arrogance:
"Touch me? With the Tang Clan alone?"

"If they dare to lay a finger on me, it's like declaring war on the entire Spirit Pagoda. They wouldn't dare even if they had ten times the courage. Those cowards don't have the guts!"

Her tone was resolute, filled with absolute confidence in her own strength and the deterrent power of the Spirit Pagoda:
"Besides, they want to ambush me, Leng Yulai? Don't they know how high the price would be?"

"Even if they used the combined strength of several branches of the Tang Clan, they would have to break all their teeth to keep me here. They are unwilling and cannot afford that price."

"So, I'm the most suitable person to handle this. I can get the benefits, and make the Tang Clan suffer in silence, without daring to utter a sound. How satisfying!"

"Don't worry about anything. Just wait here obediently and wait for me to feed you the magic herb."

Seeing Leng Yulai's arrogant "I'm invincible" attitude, Lu Jun's worries seemed to be lessened a bit, but the inexplicable unease still lingered.

For some reason, he always felt there was some danger.

This came from his intuition.

Deep down, he was still very reluctant for Leng Yulai to take the risk.

Especially since she was willing to take the risk for him.

Just then, Leng Yulai suddenly leaned closer and, before Lu Jun could react, quickly kissed him on his still-blushing cheek with a "pop".

The soft touch, accompanied by warm breath, sent a jolt of electricity coursing through Lu Jun's body.

"Master, what are you doing?"

Lu Jun froze, his cheeks instantly turning bright red like a boiled shrimp. He took a step back, covered his face, and looked at her with a mixture of shock and embarrassment.

Her face turned so red it was almost bleeding; she was both ashamed and embarrassed, and her heart was pounding wildly.

"Giggle..." Leng Yulai laughed heartily at his flustered appearance, her eyes crinkling with the pleasure of a successful prank. "What's wrong? You little brat, getting shy?"

"Don't overthink it. You're only ten years old. How can you be so mature?"

She deliberately emphasized the word "mature," with a hint of teasing.

"I just find it quite cute that you look so worried about me." Leng Yulai's smile faded, her eyes softening and taking on a serious tone. "Anyway, thank you for your concern, little one. Remember what your master said: eat on time, and don't exhaust yourself by thinking about cultivation all day long, understand?"

As she spoke, she stretched out her finger and gently tapped Lu Jun's forehead with a touch of affection.

“…Understood, Aunt.” Lu Jun covered her burning cheeks, her voice barely audible.

"Good boy~" Leng Yulai ruffled his hair with satisfaction, stopped teasing him, turned around and waved, then swayed gracefully as she left the dormitory. "Let's go, wait for me to bring back some things."

The door closed softly, leaving Lu Jun standing there alone, his mind as turbulent as a pond stirred up by a storm.

The spot on my cheek where I had been kissed still seemed to retain a warm, moist touch and a faint scent of lipstick.

He subconsciously raised his hand to touch it, and his fingertips actually touched a bit of bright red.

Like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, Lu Jun rushed into the bathroom, turned on the tap, and frantically washed his face with cold water until the ambiguous redness completely disappeared, leaving only his rubbed skin and his still wildly beating heart. After hastily finishing the dinner that Leng Yulai had brought—which was actually quite delicious—Lu Jun forced himself to calm down and returned to his private cultivation room, sitting cross-legged on the meditation cushion.

He needs to cultivate, needs to become stronger, and needs to suppress those chaotic emotions and anxieties.

As the soul power circulated, the ultimate ice soul power flowed slowly through the meridians, and the spiritual power sank into the depths of the sea of ​​consciousness like a clear stream.

He entered a deep meditative state, his consciousness gradually emptying.

Time passed in silence, and the night grew deeper.

Just as all was quiet and his consciousness sank to its deepest point, the Ice Abyss Sword, which had been silently suspended in Lu Jun's sea of ​​consciousness, suddenly began to tremble violently without warning.

A cold, sharp thought, carrying a strong warning, pierced Lu Jun's calm sea of ​​consciousness like an ice-breaking cone.

Immediately afterwards, a shattered and chilling image uncontrollably unfolded deep within Lu Jun's consciousness:

A few days later. On the outskirts of an unfamiliar city, in what appears to be an abandoned factory and warehouse area.

Leng Yulai's familiar figure in a black trench coat was walking alone towards a blurry factory warehouse that exuded an ominous aura.

Her back view remained upright and proud, but the scene was filled with a suffocating sense of deathly stillness.

Immediately afterwards, Leng Yulai's figure stepped into the darkness of the entrance... as if swallowed by a giant beast, disappearing without a trace in an instant.

The scene shifts, and Leng Yulai is covered in blood. Her signature black trench coat is tattered, revealing numerous wounds underneath, as if she is about to perish here.

The scene then shifts to an office where Leng Yaozhu has lost her usual composure and authority. She paces anxiously in front of the huge floor-to-ceiling window, her face pale, her eyes bloodshot and filled with endless anxiety. She clutches the communicator tightly in her hand, seemingly roaring angrily at someone, but there is no sound on the screen, only her painful and distorted expression.

The scene abruptly shifts again, showing a group of figures dressed in Tang Sect's distinctive attire and wearing metal masks, who storm into the Spirit Pagoda headquarters like a tidal wave.

Explosions, flames, and beams of energy intertwined.

The Spirit Pagoda was instantly engulfed in war.

In the chaos, Lu Jun was grabbed by a large hand, and the next moment, the world spun around him as he was forcibly restrained and dragged into absolute darkness...

As the scene ended, Lu Jun was jolted awake from his deep meditation. He felt as if he had been pulled out of ice water, his whole body drenched in cold sweat, his heart pounding wildly in his chest as if it would burst out of his chest.

He was breathing heavily, his pupils dilating and contracting with extreme fear, as if fragments of that cold, desperate scene still lingered before his eyes.

Cold sweat streamed down his forehead and temples like a small stream.

"What...what does this mean?"

Lu Jun took out the Ice Abyss Sword and stared at it intently.

Those scenes just now...

Is this a warning from the Ice Abyss Sword?

Fragments from the future?
Can the Ice Abyss Sword foresee the future?

(End of this chapter)