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

Chapter 284 The Amorous Douluo: Nobody believes the truth these days?

Shrek City, Tang Clan Headquarters.

The amorous Douluo Zang Xin's face turned ashen, his fingers almost crushing the expensive communication soul tool.

On the screen, the overwhelming ridicule, insults, and rampant trampling of Shrek Tang Sect's reputation by the Soul Guidance Network burned his nerves like a red-hot iron.

"This world... it's truly insane!"

He gritted his teeth, his voice suppressing a torrent of rage.

"No one believes the truth. Instead, they're slandered as villains spreading rumors. Are those idiots at the Spirit Pagoda really so blinded that they're protecting that scourge? Do they even know what they're shielding?"

"Om-"

The communicator vibrated, and Yun Ming's name appeared on the screen.

Zang Xin took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing his surging anger, and answered the call.

“Brother Zang.” Yun Ming’s voice came through the soul guidance wave, carrying a hint of undisguised heaviness and doubt, “Your plan seems to be useless.”

"The chain of evidence provided by the Spirit Pagoda is too complete."

"Is Lu Jun really, as you say, a manifestation of that divine artifact? Or have we made a mistake?"

Zang Xin's heart sank.

Even Yun Ming, the master of the Sea God Pavilion, began to waver.

The strength and effectiveness of the Spirit Pagoda's counterattack far exceeded his expectations.

“Brother Yun.” Zang Xin’s voice suddenly rose, carrying an undeniable firmness, “We absolutely cannot be wrong. Either the Spirit Pagoda has been deceived, or they have completely mastered that divine artifact. They may even have reached some terrible deal!”

"Otherwise, why would they go to such lengths, almost frantically, to deny and desperately defend Lu Jun?"

"This is completely inconsistent with the old fox Qian Gu Dong Feng's consistent profit-first approach!"

There was a few seconds of silence on the other end of the phone, then Yun Ming's voice was heavier than ever before:
"What exactly is the basis for your Tang Clan's assertion that Lu Jun is a divine artifact from ten thousand years ago? I need to know the source, Brother Zang."

Zang Xin took a deep breath, knowing that he had to use his trump card, one that could shake Yun Ming, at this moment.

He lowered his voice, each word carrying immense weight:

"It was said by... the ancestor of the Haotian Sect himself."

"An ancestor of the Haotian Sect?" Yun Ming's voice was clearly filled with astonishment and disbelief. "Who? The Haotian Sect, could it be that there are still ancestral figures who have survived from ten thousand years ago...?"

“You guessed right.” Zang Xin interrupted him, his tone resolute. “It was Tang San’s biological father, the legendary Haotian Douluo, Tang Hao, who said it himself!”

"What? Ancestor Tang Hao?" Yun Ming's exclamation was clearly heard even through the communicator, conveying his shock.

"You mean, Tang Hao, the ancestor, is still in Douluo Continent? Right here in your Tang Sect?"

“That’s right,” Zang Xin confirmed, his voice tinged with reverence. “Brother Yun, although the God Realm is far away, not all gods have left with it. Ancestor Tang Hao is one of them. He is currently in seclusion at the Tang Sect headquarters.”

"Aren't the words of our ancestors enough to convince us? This concerns the truth of the divine oracle from ten thousand years ago, and the future of the entire continent!"

A long silence fell over Yunming's side, with only heavy breathing coming from within.

This news was incredibly impactful.

Haotian Douluo Tang Hao is a figure from mythology.

His very existence is a bombshell capable of overturning the mainland's understanding.

"……I see."

After a long silence, Yun Ming's voice rang out again, filled with solemnity and murderous intent.

"Since it was confirmed by Tang Hao's ancestor himself, then Lu Jun's identity is beyond doubt!"

"However, the Spirit Pagoda and the Federation have clearly been blinded by the artifact or its controllers, or have chosen to seek a deal with a tiger!"

"This matter must be kept absolutely secret. The existence of our ancestor Tang Hao must not be revealed in the slightest, or the consequences will be unimaginable."

“Of course, this is top secret,” Zang Xin solemnly promised. “Then, Brother Yun, what should we do next? The ancestral decree is to obtain the divine artifact at all costs.” “The Spirit Pagoda is determined to protect him, and its strength should not be underestimated. Forcibly taking it… the cost would be too high.”

Yun Ming's voice carried a chilling killing intent.

"But...it's not that there's no chance."

"Oh?" Zang Xin's spirits lifted, and then he received a message on his other communicator. He looked closely.

"If that's the case... I just received a secret report."

“During yesterday’s investigation, Lu Jun seemed to have been seriously injured by the mental power of Han Tianyi and the others. He is currently recuperating in a special care ward at the Spirit Pagoda headquarters. This is an opportunity.”

Yun Ming instantly understood: "You mean... infiltrate?"

“Exactly,” Zang Xin said in a cold voice. “I will immediately dispatch a Title Douluo who is most skilled in stealth and intelligence gathering to secretly infiltrate the Spirit Pagoda headquarters.”

"The goal is to confirm Lu Jun's true condition, find out the security forces around his ward, and ideally, find out the Spirit Pagoda's higher-ups' follow-up plans for this matter."

"Once we obtain the key intelligence... we can formulate our next course of action."

He paused and continued:

"Brother Yun, our goal is clear: we must completely dismantle this team before they come to Shrek City to challenge us as a whole!"

"Lu Jun is the core, the artifact itself. It would be best if we could obtain him. But if that's not possible... then we'll settle for second best."

Yun Ming instantly understood and immediately continued his sentence:

"So, you're shifting the target to other people?"

"For example, that fifteen-year-old Soul King with one-word battle armor, Yuanen Yehui."

“She is exceptionally talented, the team’s second core player, and the hope of the Yuanen family. If something happens to her… this team will crumble on its own.”

"It just so happens that Shrek Academy has some connections with the Yuanen family. Since Yuanen Yehui is handed over to Shrek Academy, we will contact the Yuanen family and have them put pressure on Yuanen Yehui to withdraw from the challenge."

"That's a good idea."

Zang Xin let out a low, cruel laugh.

"No matter how talented or monstrous they are, as long as they haven't fully matured, they will have plenty of weaknesses!"

"As long as we find his weakness, we can strike him deadly. If we can't touch Lu Jun, we'll target the people around him and see how he responds. We'll see if he can still lie in his hospital room and be his prince!"

The venom of conspiracy quietly spread through the whispered conversation between two of the continent's top experts.

……

The following morning, in Lu Jun's ward at the Advanced Medical Department of the Spirit Pagoda headquarters.

Sunlight streamed through the blinds, casting dappled shadows on the clean floor.

Lu Jun was still sitting on the hospital bed, his face just the right amount of pale, chatting casually with Leng Yulai sitting next to him.

Although Leng Yulai knew perfectly well that he was faking it, she still dutifully played the role of a gentle senior nun, peeling the spirit fruit.

Since that abstract incident yesterday, Leng Yulai really hasn't dared to act recklessly.

They have clearly learned their lesson.

Suddenly, the door to the ward was pushed open silently.

No knock.

An indescribable aura, a mixture of nobility and a faint sense of oppression, instantly filled the entire space.

Leng Yulai's hand, which was peeling fruit, suddenly stopped. She abruptly stood up, her face instantly changing to one of utmost respect, and bowed deeply towards the doorway.
"Miss, I didn't expect it to be you."

Lu Jun's gaze also fell over, and his pupils contracted slightly.

(End of this chapter)