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

Chapter 191 Graduating Early?
“You…” Leng Yulai’s voice trembled with extreme shock. She stared intently at Gui Yan’s eerie mask, as if trying to see through it to discern whether his expression was genuine or feigned. “You’ve settled down and started a family? When did that happen? We… how come we haven’t heard a thing about it in the Spirit Pagoda?”

This is simply the most shocking and unbelievable gossip of the year.

It shocked her even more than the annihilation of the Tang Clan branch.

"Oh dear, Leng Xiaomei, what are you saying?" Gui Yan seemed to have finally recovered from the shadow of being "henpecked," and returned to his slightly neurotic tone. He shook his head smugly, and the blood and tears patterns on his mask seemed to come alive.

"Such major life events as starting a family and establishing a career should of course be kept low-key and discreet."

"I, Gui Yan, have made countless enemies in Douluo Continent. My enemies can stretch from Mingdu to Shrek City. If people knew that I still have a family and a wife... tsk, wouldn't that be like handing my weakness to the enemy's blade?"

He chuckled, his voice filled with a smug sense of control:
"The best way to protect my family is to make them disappear completely from everyone's sight and perception. How could I, Gui Yan, act without leaving a backup plan?"

Leng Yulai was completely speechless.

Looking at Gui Yan, who was earnestly talking about protecting his family, she thought about the heinous crimes he had committed, enough to compile an "Encyclopedia of Torture".

This made Leng Yulai feel a strong sense of absurdity and nausea well up in her heart.

Leng Yulai took a deep breath, trying to calm her turbulent emotions, but in the end, it only turned into a sarcastic remark filled with self-mockery and disbelief, which almost slipped out:

"Ha, even someone like you...someone like you..."

She couldn't find a word that was both appropriate and elegant enough to describe Gui Yan's perverted nature.

"...People like that can find partners and even start families? I don't believe I, Leng Yulai, can't find one."

Even Leng Yulai herself felt that these words were a bit beneath her dignity, but the huge psychological impact made her unable to hold back.

The ghostly flame behind the Ghost Flame Mask seemed to flicker, as if it had caught the subtle resentment and recognition of Leng Yulai's charm in his words.

Although it was completely in the opposite direction, he still let out an even more delightful, strange laugh:

"Hehehehe, Little Sister Leng, you've got ambition! With your looks, finding a perfect husband should be a piece of cake, right? But..."

He seemed to remember something, and his tone suddenly became warmer, even carrying a hint of excitement about sharing art.

"Judging from Leng Xiaomei's tone just now, she seems quite interested in my masterpiece? Oh, a kindred spirit! How rare! Come, come, I happen to have a rare collector's edition here..."

As he spoke, his withered fingers reached into the inner pocket of his black robe, which seemed to devour light, moving swiftly as if he were pulling out some treasure.

Leng Yulai felt a chill run down her spine, a cold sensation shooting from the soles of her feet to the top of her head.

She knew all too well what Gui Yan meant by "collector's edition".

The artwork photograph of a figure with its head broken off, hands tucked into its neck, feet stuck in a leather swallow, and its expression contorted and frozen.

Just imagining that scene made her feel nauseous.

"Get out of here!!!"

A sharp shout, filled with shock, anger, disgust, and a hint of barely perceptible panic, instantly rang out above the ruins.

Leng Yulai didn't even bother to maintain her majestic image as the Dark Phoenix Douluo. Black flames erupted around her, and she transformed into a streak of dark light that tore through the night sky, fleeing at top speed towards the Spirit Pagoda headquarters without looking back.

That speed was even three times faster than when the Amorous Douluo left, as if something more terrifying than the Underworld King Douluo was chasing after him.

In the blink of an eye, only Gui Yan remained on the spot, his half-finished hand frozen in mid-air.

Gui Yan: "...?"

He looked in the direction where Leng Yulai had disappeared, then looked down at his empty hands, the will-o'-the-wisp behind the mask flickering innocently a few times.

After a long pause, he reluctantly withdrew his hand, shrugged with some regret, and let out a sigh tinged with grievance and confusion:
"Tsk... Why run so fast? Honestly, you have no appreciation for art at all. Such a good work, it won't hurt you to take a look."

He shook his head, as if feeling sorry for an audience member who didn't appreciate it.

"Sigh, it seems only my wife truly understands and appreciates the unique beauty of my masterpieces." "I'll have to take more new pictures of her another day..."

He muttered to himself, the eerie green flames flickering, and his figure, as if blending into ink, slowly sank into the shadows beneath his feet, disappearing completely.

……

Half a year has passed, like sand slipping through your fingers, quietly slipping away.

The morning light in Mingdu carried a hint of coolness, shining through the windows of the middle-year dormitory area of ​​the Sun Moon Royal Soul Master Academy onto Lu Jun, who was sitting cross-legged.

He slowly opened his eyes, and deep within his pupils, there seemed to be a deep pool of coldness, yet also a hint of sharpness that was barely perceptible.

Level forty-four.

Feeling the soul power within his body, which was more solid and robust than it had been six months ago, Lu Jun gently exhaled a breath carrying icy mist.

The progress is significant, but the pace...

He frowned slightly.

The attributes of ultimate ice are like a double-edged sword. It grants him unparalleled combat power and potential among his peers, but it also becomes a heavy shackle during the long accumulation period from Soul Venerable to Soul Saint.

Each level of soul power requires several times more accumulation than that of an ordinary soul master.

If it weren't for his unwavering will and tireless training day and night, coupled with the Ice Abyss Sword's highly efficient conversion of extreme energy, this fourth-level advancement would probably have been even slower.

With a slight thought, four parts of his body—left forearm, right forearm, left leg, and right leg—were instantly covered with a thin yet indestructible ice-blue armor.

Frosty patterns flowed, spiritual light was contained within, and a cold, sharp aura flashed by before quietly disappearing into the body.

Four pieces of spirit-forged battle armor!

This is the result he squeezed out under the dual pressure of forging and cultivation.

Each piece is imbued with his hard work and is also an important tool for him to meet future challenges.

The past six months have been intense enough for involution.

Unfortunately, forging battle armor takes too much time. If he had more time, it would be perfect.

Perhaps my soul power level can be increased by another level.

Unfortunately, completing the battle armor as soon as possible is also a very important matter.

Lu Jun really wished he could split himself into ten people to use.

One forges metal, one manufactures battle armor, one is in charge of cultivation, one is in charge of teaching and learning knowledge, and the other practices combat skills...

The last one is in charge of taking a break and slacking off, that's really great!

Composing himself, Lu Jun pushed open the door and headed to the classroom.

The campus was full of youthful vigor in the early morning, but this vigor was soon broken by a few figures gathered on the path in front of the dormitory building.

Le Zhengyu, Xie Xie, and Long Chen huddled together, seemingly engaged in a heated discussion.

Xie Xie, with his sharp eyes, spotted Lu Jun approaching and immediately waved as if he had discovered a new continent:
"Brother Lu, over here, over here, Le Zhengyu has some big news to tell us."

Lu Jun walked over with some curiosity.

Le Zhengyu turned around, his signature blond hair shining brightly in the morning light, but the expression on his face was a bit complicated, a mixture of excitement, envy and a little bit of frustration after being hit.
“Latest inside information.” Le Zhengyu cleared his throat, trying to make his tone sound solemn. “I just confirmed with the higher-ups at the academy that Lu Jun, Xie Xie, Long Chen, Xu Xiaoyan, Tang Wulin, and Gu Yuena… you guys are going to be promoted from the middle grade class one to the upper grade class one.”

"That is, my class."

(End of this chapter)