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

Chapter 126 Sisters Reunion
The vast combat training ground was soon left with only Lu Jun inside the protective shield, who had his eyes closed and was focused, and Wu Changkong standing outside the shield with his hands behind his back.

The scene fell silent, with only the increasingly clear and powerful sword cry echoing from within Lu Jun's body.

Within the protective barrier, Lu Jun's mind had already sunk into a mysterious world constructed from icy blue sword intent.

He sat cross-legged, but his mind was incredibly active.

Every detail of the battle just now, especially the moment when he was dodged by the Ghostly Shadow and the Ice Abyss Sword was sent flying by the immense force of the Heavenly Frost Sword, was etched into the depths of his consciousness like a brand.

Wu Changkong's deeply ingrained combat experience, precise timing, and perfect use of power all had a tremendous impact on him.

“Cultivation is the foundation, but it’s not everything… Skills, experience, on-the-spot adaptability, and even a deeper level of communication and application with one’s martial spirit…”

Lu Jun's thoughts traversed and deduced within the sea of ​​sword intent.

He was not only savoring the purity and sharpness of his own sword intent, but also repeatedly dissecting and simulating Wu Changkong's seemingly simple yet profound sword moves, especially the decisive strike that erupted in a desperate situation, forcefully urging the will of the Heavenly Frost Sword.

That indomitable sword intent, carrying the tragic and sublime power of burning one's boats, influenced him.

If Wu Changkong can improve himself through this, then so can he.

Lu Jun's consciousness was operating at high speed, and the phantom of the Ice Abyss Sword was constantly being waved, tested, and corrected in his mental world.

Wu Changkong possesses unique Tang Clan skills such as Ghostly Shadows and Mysterious Tracks.

If he could also take this opportunity to develop his own unique combat techniques...

The profound state of deep meditation is allowing his understanding of the sword and his control over power to advance at an unprecedented speed.

……

At this moment, a thousand miles away, in Maple Leaf City.

The coordinates where Leng Yulai is located are in a temporary house.

The heavy door was pushed open, and a figure strode in, looking travel-worn but unable to hide her anxiety—it was Leng Yaozhu.

She spotted Leng Yulai sitting by the window, her breathing still somewhat weak.

"Yu Lai!" Leng Yaozhu's voice was filled with excitement and lingering fear as she instantly appeared in front of her sister.

Leng Yulai looked up at the sound, and just as she was about to say something, she was enveloped in a warm and strong embrace.

Leng Yaozhu hugged her tightly, her arms wrapped around her as if she wanted to meld her sister into her own body to confirm her real existence.

The embrace lasted for several seconds before Leng Yaozhu released her, cupped Leng Yulai's slightly pale face in her hands, and gazed carefully over her face and body. Her voice was gentler than ever before, filled with deep heartache.
"Are you injured? How are you feeling? Has your soul power recovered?"

"Sister!" Leng Yulai blushed at her sister's treatment, feeling both ashamed and embarrassed. She couldn't help but struggle a little, complaining with a touch of girlish coquettishness, "I'm all grown up now, not a child anymore. Why are you still treating me like I was when I was little!"

Looking at her sister's familiar yet slightly awkward but undeniably dependent expression, Leng Yaozhu's tense heartstrings finally relaxed completely.

She smiled gently, a smile as warm as the sun after the snow has melted, filled with unyielding affection and tenderness, as she lightly brushed a stray strand of hair from Leng Yulai's forehead with her fingertips:
"Silly girl, no matter how old you are or how high your cultivation level is, in my eyes you will always be the little sister who follows behind me and calls out 'Sister, wait for me'."

Leng Yulai was slightly taken aback. Looking at the undisguised tenderness and affection in her sister's eyes, the softest part of her heart was deeply touched.

Those barriers deliberately erected due to growing up, power, and differences in stance seemed to melt away quietly at this moment with the sister's simple yet incredibly sincere words.

Her nose tingled slightly, she turned her face away, muttered something under her breath, but no longer resisted her sister's affectionate gestures, only her ears turned even redder.

Subconsciously, she gently pinched the corner of Leng Yaozhu's gorgeous robe with her fingertips, just like when she was a child.

A moment later, Leng Yulai's tense nerves relaxed slightly, and the danger and exhaustion of the past few days seemed to find solace in her sister's comfort. Leng Yaozhu looked at her sister's slightly pale face with heartache and was about to ask for details when the light in the room suddenly dimmed.

It wasn't a change in the light of the sky, but rather two completely different yet equally chilling auras that instantly filled the entire space like an invisible tide.

One was a deep, deathly gray current that seemed capable of freezing the soul; the other was a more eerie, elusive green fluctuation carrying a sense of resentment and decay.

Two figures materialized from the shadows and appeared silently in the center of the room.

The person on the left is dressed in a simple gray robe, his face shrouded in the shadow of a hood, only his hard jawline is visible.

A faint gray aura swirled around him, and the air around him seemed to lose its vitality, becoming stagnant and cold.

It was none other than Hades Douluo Harosa.

On the right is a thin man with a pale mask that looks neither like a smile nor a cry, and behind the mask, his eyes flicker with eerie green flames.

He simply stood there, giving off an omnipresent yet elusive ghostly aura.

Ghost Emperor Douluo Guiyan.

The two emperors of the Holy Spirit Cult, with the original cast, still exude a strong sense of oppression.

"Cough cough." Ghost Emperor Douluo Guiyan let out a dry cough like a broken bellows, breaking the brief warm atmosphere between the sisters.

His eerie green eyes, peering through the mask, fell upon Leng Yulai, his voice hoarse:
"I apologize for interrupting your reunion and reminiscing. Dark Phoenix Branch Tower Master, could you please provide details about what happened in Maple Leaf City? This is crucial for our subsequent investigation and assessment of its threat."

Facing them, Leng Yaozhu, the Phoenix Douluo, naturally exuded majesty, her gaze calmly meeting theirs:
"Ghost Emperor, Yu Lai has just escaped a great battle and needs to recuperate."

"Alright, sis, I'm fine. This matter is of utmost importance. Besides, my injury doesn't prevent me from reporting it. Can't I just say it?"

Leng Yulai shook her head, then looked at them and continued:

"I followed my secret agreement with the Tang Clan and went alone to the designated location in Maple Leaf City to conduct the transaction."

"The other party promised to exchange the immortal herbs for the hostages we were holding. The transaction went smoothly at first, and after I confirmed that the immortal herbs were correct, I was just about to tell them the location of the hostages when..."

Her eyes sharpened, and her tone suddenly turned cold:

"The Tang Sect betrayed its promise. Tang Sect Super Douluo Po Yue suddenly launched an attack. Yu Luo Hui of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan, the Seventh Elder of the Haotian Sect, and Cai Yue'er of Shrek Academy, who had been lying in ambush, appeared at the same time. The four Super Douluo at the level of Three-Word Battle Armor Master joined forces to ambush me."

When Cai Yue'er was mentioned, a deep-seated hatred flashed in her eyes:

"I fought back desperately and severely injured Cai Yue'er of Shrek Academy before my consciousness completely dissipated. As for what happened after that... I was seriously injured and unconscious, and I have no idea."

Leng Yulai's account was completely different from the information she had revealed when she had urgently contacted Leng Yaozhu earlier.

She skillfully avoided all details that could potentially connect her to Lu Jun.

Leng Yaozhu stood beside her sister, listening to the revised testimony. The ripples of doubt in her heart silently expanded, but her face remained calm as still water.

She understood her sister's intention: mentioning her disciple's presence on a battlefield of that level in front of these two high-ranking officials was not only absurd but could also trigger unnecessary and unpredictable suspicion and trouble.

Revealing the truth now will only complicate matters and may even put Lu Jun in danger.

She chose to remain silent.

(End of this chapter)