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

Chapter 129 Protecting Lu Jun

"No, it might even be more powerful and unique than the pure ultimate fire. Your talent is already better than mine. I believe that, given time, you can surpass me and reach a height that neither of us can imagine."

Seeing the undisguised excitement and expectation in her sister's eyes, Leng Yulai's heart also burned with emotion, but it quickly turned into a bitter smile tinged with complex feelings:
"That's true... Sister, but this isn't some kind of evil fire, so there's no need to worry about it getting out of control and burning me."

She tried to lighten the heavy expectations with jokes.

"Moreover, all of this is based on finding out who the mysterious person who saved me is."

"Only by finding him, figuring out the essence of that ultimate ice power, and perhaps even needing to borrow that power again... will I have a chance to truly achieve the ultimate sublimation of my dark fire?"

She looked out the window again, her gaze seemingly piercing through a vast distance, and murmured:
"Lu Jun, who exactly are you?"

The fog was thick, but the threads of fate seemed to have already entangled them and him tightly together.

……

Time slipped away quietly amidst doubt and waiting.

Seven days passed.

Under the care of the Spirit Pagoda's top-tier resources, Leng Yulai's injuries have healed to about 70-80%, and her soul power has recovered to 80-90% of its peak.

The aftermath of Maple Leaf City's situation is being handled by Hades Douluo and Ghost Emperor Douluo, so she doesn't need to worry about it too much for the time being.

Lu Jun's question remained an unsolved mystery, lingering in her mind.

So, on this day, she took the initiative to find Leng Yaozhu, who was dealing with a mountain of official business.

"Sister, leave Lu Jun's protection duties to me."

"The affairs within the Spirit Pagoda are complex, and Maple Leaf City will need your presence to coordinate the aftermath."

“My injuries are no longer serious, and I need a quiet environment to consolidate my cultivation. Going to the academy to protect him can be considered as repaying him for any possible help he might have given me, and it also allows me to observe him more closely.”

Leng Yaozhu gave her younger sister a deep look.

She understood that if she didn't personally guard and watch over her sister, the doubts in her sister's heart would only grow bigger and bigger.

She nodded slightly:
"Okay. Please wait five minutes while I inform the academy. Be careful, and contact me immediately if anything seems amiss."

"Ah."

……

Sun Moon Royal Soul Master Academy, Practical Training Ground.

After many days, when Leng Yulai, the branch master of the Spirit Pagoda and the renowned Dark Phoenix Douluo, returned to protect a student, the entire academy's leadership was shaken.

The dean personally accompanied them, his attitude respectful yet extremely cautious.

The area around the training ground has long been designated as a restricted zone, and unauthorized personnel are not allowed to approach.

Under the careful guidance of the academy's higher-ups and the watchful eyes of countless curious and awe-inspiring figures, Leng Yulai stepped alone into the core area of ​​the empty training ground.

Leng Yulai's gaze immediately fell on the figure sitting cross-legged, who seemed to have not changed much since the last time she saw him at the academy.

He was still dressed in white, but because he hadn't taken care of his hair for half a year, it had turned black and flowed smoothly down. His face was calm, as if he were just asleep.

However, Leng Yulai's gaze gradually froze as she looked at him.

She stood quietly outside, her gaze sweeping over Lu Jun's face, his figure, and even the faint aura he unconsciously exuded.

Like.

so similar.

Although his aura was restrained and calm at this moment, it was completely different from the state he was in that day in Maple Leaf City when he was suspected to be Lu Jun.

But the contours of her eyebrows and eyes, the curve of her nose, the lines of her jaw... were highly similar to the profile she had last glimpsed in her hazy consciousness before she was seriously injured and fell into a coma.

"Really... is it you?"

Leng Yulai silently cried out in her heart, her fingertips unconsciously clenching the hem of her clothes.

Countless questions surged in her mind like boiling bubbles.

How did he do that?
Where does that terrifying strength come from?

Is he a mysterious figure who wields a divine artifact, or a young genius with an ultimate martial soul attribute?

She stood there quietly, protecting Lu Jun.

Day after day.

The college's senior management would respectfully deliver what they needed each day, and then quietly leave.

Leng Yulai refused all disturbances. Apart from necessary rest, she spent almost all her time in this empty training ground, by the side of this boy.

Her gaze gradually shifted from initial scrutiny and inquiry to a more complex expression.

Watching him immerse himself in deep meditation day after day for half a year, watching the icy blue aura of sword intent around him become more and more solid and profound, like a peerless cold blade being polished.

That focus, that composure, even moved her, a Super Douluo.

Sometimes, she would have a vague feeling that there was an irreconcilable disconnect between the boy in front of her and the mysterious figure that might be hiding behind him.

Time slipped by quietly for half a year amidst the monotony of guarding and the turmoil in my heart.

This day was as peaceful as countless others had been.

Leng Yulai was closing her eyes to regulate her breathing, but a wisp of her spiritual energy was always being sent out to shroud Lu Jun inside the protective barrier.

Suddenly, her calm, delicate body trembled violently, and she immediately looked up, her gaze falling on the figure that had remained motionless for half a year, like an ancient rock.

She just discovered...

Lu Jun's body trembled very slightly.

Is the deep meditation over?
Under Leng Yulai's breathless gaze, Lu Jun's body, which had been dormant for half a year, finally showed signs of awakening, like a volcano frozen for thousands of years.

At first, it was just a very slight tremor in the fingertips, like the last struggle before an ice crystal shatters.

Immediately afterwards, the trembling spread rapidly throughout his body like a stone thrown into a calm lake; his arms, shoulders, and even his entire torso began to tremble slightly and uncontrollably.

The layer of extreme ice crystals covering his body, which had been solidified for half a year, now seemed to be impacted by the violent internal force, and began to fluctuate and ripple violently.

A deep, soul-stirring sword cry suddenly resounded throughout the training ground.

The sound did not travel through the air, but vibrated directly within Leng Yulai's sea of ​​consciousness.

Cold, sharp, carrying a powerful will to break free from its cocoon.

Beneath Lu Jun's tightly closed eyelids, his eyeballs seemed to be moving violently.

The fluctuations of his soul power became increasingly violent and uncontrollable.

The icy blue halo was no longer flowing peacefully, but rather churning and colliding violently like boiling lava.

Each impact instantly caused the icy blue light wall to be covered with fine, spiderweb-like cracks.

Leng Yulai suddenly stood up, her powerful dark soul force instantly rising, a dark purple aura swirling around her, her eyes extremely solemn.

She could see that the power that Lu Jun had been accumulating within him for half a year was undergoing an unprecedented qualitative change and explosion.

(End of this chapter)