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

Chapter 207 Lu Jun: "Dean, just give me a 100,000-year-old soul bone as a token."

At this moment, the two had arrived in front of a heavy, ancient wooden door carved with patterns of the sun, moon, and stars, with a plaque for the Dean's Office hanging above the door.

“We’ve arrived.” Yuan Enhui stopped and turned to Lu Jun.

She gave a slight bow, her movements elegant and polite, yet with a hint of aloofness.
"This is the dean's office. My mission is complete, I'll take my leave now, Mr. Lu."

After saying that, she nodded slightly again, then turned around decisively and her figure quickly disappeared at the other end of the corridor.

Lu Jun stood there, watching the black figure disappear into the shadows, his brows furrowing almost imperceptibly.

Something's not right... Her last sentence, "It's not worth it," and that deliberate attempt to distance herself...

Yuan Enhui now seems to be carrying a heavier burden than imagined.

It seems that her family is in just as difficult circumstances as in the original story, or perhaps even worse.
Otherwise, they wouldn't be so humble.

Unfortunately, the butterfly effect I created didn't help improve her environment.

Lu Jun sighed.

However, now is not the time to explore this.

He composed himself and gently knocked three times on the heavy wooden door.

"Please come in."

A gentle yet authoritative voice came from inside the door.

Lu Jun pushed open the door and entered.

The furnishings in the dean's room are simple yet grand, full of a sense of historical weight.

Outside the huge floor-to-ceiling windows is the college's meticulously maintained garden.

An elderly man sat behind a large rosewood desk.

He looked to be in his sixties, with his hair neatly combed, his temples slightly gray, and his face refined. He wore a well-tailored silver-gray robe embroidered with the emblem of the Sun Moon Royal Soul Master Academy.

What is most striking about him are his eyes, which possess a gentle yet insightful wisdom that seems to see right through people's hearts.

He is the current dean of the Sun Moon Royal Soul Master Academy.

"Mr. Lu, please have a seat." The dean smiled warmly and gestured to the chair opposite the desk. "Speaking of which, this should be our second formal meeting."

Lu Jun sat down as instructed, his posture neither humble nor arrogant, and he cupped his hands in a standard Soul Master salute:
"Dean, may I ask what brings you to see me?"

The dean chuckled and placed his hands on the table, saying, "Lu Jun, I've come to see you mainly for two things."

He held out two fingers.

"The first thing is still about that exhibition match with the second-year students. On behalf of the academy, I would like to sincerely invite you to participate once again."

Lu Jun raised an eyebrow slightly and leaned forward slightly, adopting a listening posture:
"Why? The dean should know that with our current overall strength as first-year students, our chances of winning against a second-year student who is a Soul King and possesses a One-Word Battle Armor are extremely slim."

What's the point of this exhibition match that's bound to be lost?

"The significance?" The dean's smile deepened, carrying a shrewd and calculating air. "The significance lies in the word 'performance,' but even more so in the publicity."

“Lu Jun, you come from the Spirit Pagoda, so you must understand what top talents and a powerful image mean to a top power.”

"Our Sun Moon Royal Soul Master Academy needs to demonstrate our strength to the entire continent! Especially..." A glint flashed in his eyes, "an opportunity to surpass Shrek Academy is a once-in-a-lifetime chance." He leaned forward slightly, lowered his voice, and said with an encouraging tone, "This sparring match will be promoted as a first-year genius challenging a second-year elite. The focus is not on winning or losing, but on the process."

"It lies in the potential you've shown, your fighting skills, and your indomitable spirit!"

"We need a spectacular and eye-catching exhibition match so that everyone can see that the geniuses trained by our Sun Moon Royal Soul Master Academy are in no way inferior to those of Shrek Academy."

"In some respects, it's even worse!"

Seeing Lu Jun's thoughtful expression, the dean smiled and added, "Moreover, you're probably familiar with the leader of the second-year group. It's Zhao Tianyu and his team, who led you to achieve excellent results in the Tianhai Alliance Competition a few years ago."

"A duel between old friends must be even more interesting, right?"

"So it was Senior Zhao and his group." A look of realization flashed in Lu Jun's eyes.

Zhao Tianyu, whose martial soul is the Thunder Battle Axe, was a peak Soul Master during the Tianhai Alliance Grand Competition. Now, several years later, he has advanced to Soul King and possesses a One-Word Battle Armor, so his strength must have skyrocketed to a terrifying level.

The people around him were all influential figures in their time.

The dean wanted to use them to highlight the first-year students' honorable defeat and amazing potential, while simultaneously suppressing Shrek's prominence...

All I can say is that the idea is pretty good.

But Lu Jun refused before because he felt that such a competition was meaningless to him.

But now, the dean himself has asked him to participate...

This is it.

Lu Jun's fingers tapped lightly on the smooth armrest, as if he were weighing the pros and cons.

A moment later, he raised his head and met the dean's expectant gaze:

“Dean, participating is not out of the question. But what exactly is the reward you can offer me? Yue Zhengyu and his group are fully sponsoring the materials for their One-Word Battle Armor. But I don’t need that sponsorship, since I already have the Spirit Pagoda’s sponsorship.”

"Although it's not nice to ask you for a reward, there has to be some hope in some things. I'm not going to work for you for free."

"Hahaha, that's easy to say." The dean laughed heartily.

After the dean finished laughing, he slowly leaned back in his wide chair, interlacing his fingers in front of him:
“Lu Jun, you’re a straightforward person, so I won’t beat around the bush either. Yuan Enhui and the others are after the battle armor materials; this is the academy’s incentive for all participants.”

"But you are different. You are the key to whether this performance can achieve the desired effect. Your value goes far beyond a material sponsorship."

He paused, his voice steady:
"Then tell me, what do you want? As long as it's within the academy's capabilities and doesn't violate any principles, we can talk."

Upon hearing this, Lu Jun smiled, scratched his head, and chuckled, as if making a perfectly reasonable request:
"How about... Dean, you give me a 100,000-year-old ice-attribute soul bone as a token of your appreciation? That would be the most practical way to improve my strength."

"Pfft-cough cough cough!!!"

The dean had just picked up his teacup and taken a sip when Lu Jun said this, and the tea in his mouth immediately turned into a jet of water that sprayed out, choking him and causing him to cough repeatedly. His refined old face instantly turned bright red.

He frantically wiped the water stains that had splashed onto his silver-gray robe, glaring at Lu Jun with his eyes wide open, his voice rising several octaves:

"Wh...what? A 100,000-year-old soul bone? And it has to be ice attribute?"

"Lu Jun, do you really think a 100,000-year-old soul bone is like cabbage in a market? You can just pick and choose as you please?"

(End of this chapter)