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

Chapter 228 Lu Jun: I'd rather be a more down-to-earth god

The boys' dormitory area of ​​the Sun Moon Royal Soul Master Academy

The tranquility of the night was broken by the silent, chilling aura emanating from Lu Jun's room.

He sat cross-legged on the bed, the icy blue aura surrounding him completely subsided, like a piece of uncut jade hidden deep in a cold abyss.

Through the subtle sensation of the token, he could clearly sense that it had been activated and was moving steadily in a certain direction along with Yuan Enhui's rapid movement.

"Phew, I'm really not used to this kind of thing, pretending to be a ghost or something."

"Compared to a god who is high and mighty, I might prefer to be a god who is more down-to-earth. Just speak, why do you need to use high-class lines, right Hyotei?"

"That makes some sense, but not much," Hyotei remarked.

"Alright, alright." Lu Jun shrugged, then said, "Anyway, the plan is going smoothly, we're just waiting for the fish to be caught in the net."

He then let out a long sigh of relief, and his tense nerves completely relaxed.

The initial groundwork, guidance, and information overload required considerable effort.

Now that Yuanen Yehui has taken the initiative to enter the core of the Yuanen family with the token, it means that the most crucial step has been taken.

Next, it was time for him to take the stage himself.

But before that, Lu Jun needs some reasonable time to disappear.

He had already come up with an excuse.

After portraying the character as a cultivation maniac for so long, it's quite normal for something unexpected to happen, right?
He picked up the soul-guided communicator and dialed Wu Changkong's number. It was answered almost instantly.

"What is it?" Wu Changkong's cool voice came, concise and to the point.

"Teacher, I would like to ask you for leave," Lu Jun said directly.

There seemed to be a pause on the other end of the communicator. Wu Changkong was somewhat speechless.

Have a lot of people been taking leave lately?
"what reason?"

"Uh, well..." Lu Jun pretended not to understand the implied meaning and quickly explained, "Teacher, it's like this. During my meditation practice tonight, I suddenly realized something deeper about the ultimate ice."

He tried to make his voice sound both excited and a little uncertain and nervous.

"It feels like I've reached the threshold of a bottleneck, but it's very unstable. I'm afraid... I'm afraid that if I delve into deep cultivation, I won't be able to control the time. It might... it might take two or three days to stabilize?"

"So I'm letting you know in advance to avoid delaying the course and training."

Lu Jun's reasoning was perfect.

The cultivation maniac persona, the opportunity for the ultimate martial soul breakthrough, and the proactive attitude of a good student.

Wu Changkong shouldn't refuse, right?

No way, right?

If he refuses, wouldn't he become a clown?

As expected, Wu Changkong remained silent for a moment.

He had always had a good impression of Lu Jun.

With exceptional talent, diligent training, and a calm demeanor, he is a truly promising talent.

Such temporary seclusion due to profound insights is not uncommon in the world of Soul Masters.

And Lu Jun's last deep meditation lasted for half a year, which really scared Wu Changkong.

Wu Changkong's voice softened: "Understood, I'll handle the leave slip. Focus on your breakthrough, safety first."

"Remember, the academy has surveillance cameras. If anything seems amiss..."

"Don't even think about using this excuse to sneak out and fool around. I can see through you."

"Hehe, thank you, teacher. Don't worry, I'm not the kind of student who skips class. Besides, becoming stronger is my top priority. I don't have time to play around."

Lu Jun smiled and made his promise, then hung up the call.

Lu Jun let out a long sigh of relief after putting down the communicator.

perfect.

He closed his eyes again, focused his mind, and established the closest connection with the token attached to Yuan En Ye Hui, which was thousands of miles away.

A vast, icy sword intent flowed within him, ready to answer the call at any moment.

Having absorbed the divine experience card brought by Tang San's projection, he gained a deeper understanding and stronger control over higher-level powers. At this moment, mobilizing the interdimensional teleportation power of the Ice Abyss Sword was much easier than before. "Tang San... really gave me a generous gift."

Lu Jun felt a surge of emotion.

This takeout is great!

I was able to successfully obtain a trial card with the same power level as your projection.

Even if it's a one-time use, that's enough.

That was a projection of a wisp of divine power from the God-King. No matter how trashy it was, it was still god-level power.

That's enough for Lu Jun to sweep across the continent.

……

One day later, in the Yuanen family territory.

This is a vast manor nestled among mountains, with ancient and majestic architecture that bears the marks of time and the dignity of a reclusive family.

Outside the manor gate, a middle-aged man with a stern face and sharp, eagle-like eyes was already waiting.

He was tall and imposing, with a deep and composed aura; he was Yuanen Tianshang, Yuanen Yehui's second uncle.

He looked at Yuanen Yehui, who was getting off the soul-guided flying vehicle, with a complex expression in his eyes, which included scrutiny, estrangement, and even a hint of barely perceptible hatred.

But he said nothing, only coldly tossing out a sentence:
“Come with me, your father is waiting for you.”

After saying that, he turned around and strode into the depths of the manor without any intention of exchanging pleasantries or showing any intimacy.

Yuan Enhui pursed his lips, looking at his second uncle's indifferent back, his heart filled with mixed feelings.

She remembered how kind her second uncle was to her when she was little.

But ever since his mother passed away, my second uncle has completely changed.

Ugh.

Yuan Enhui subconsciously pinched the hem of her black dress, took a deep breath, suppressed her surging emotions, and quickly followed.

After passing through layers of heavily guarded corridors and courtyards, we finally arrived at an ancient and imposing stone hall.

The palace doors were open, and a powerful and ancient aura emanated from within.

Upon entering the hall, the light was rather dim.

In the main seat sat an elderly man with white hair and beard and a simple, ancient face.

He was not tall, and even somewhat hunched over, but his seemingly cloudy eyes seemed to contain the power of thunder. He was none other than Yuanen Zhentian, the pillar of the Yuanen family, a level 99, demigod-level Limit Douluo.

His gaze fell on Yuanen Yehui as she entered, and especially when he saw her attire, so similar to that of his daughter-in-law in his memory, a trace of indescribable pain and reminiscence flashed deep in his eyes, ultimately turning into a heavy sigh:

"Oh, it's good that you're back. You look so much like your mother. Especially in this outfit."

He didn't say anything more, just waved his hand wearily, as if to dispel the heavy memories.

Yuan Enhui stood in the hall, her pretty face tense and covered with a layer of frost.

She did not respond to her grandfather's sentiments, but stubbornly remained silent.

Past hurts and resentments cannot be resolved with a single sigh.

Yuan Enzhentian clearly understood this as well. He composed himself, his murky gaze instantly sharpening like a knife, getting straight to the point, his voice carrying an undeniable authority:
"Where is it? Take out that token you mentioned."

His gaze was fixed on Yuanen Yehui, with a hint of barely perceptible tension.

Without hesitation, Yuan Enhui took out the ice-blue token from her personal storage soul tool.

The token emitted a faint, pure, cold light in the dimly lit hall, instantly attracting everyone's attention.

She stepped forward and handed the token to Yuan Enzhentian.

Yuan Enzhentian stretched out his calloused, large-knuckled hand and carefully took the token.

The moment I touched it, an extremely pure, almost soul-freezing chill shot up my arm.

This chill was not aggressive; on the contrary, it carried a strange power that cleansed the soul and suppressed evil spirits.

"what?"

(End of this chapter)