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

Chapter 382 The Shock of the Snow Empress and the Ice Empress
When the group returned to the Sun Moon Royal Soul Master Academy, they were greeted with even more enthusiastic cheers and adoring gazes.

The entire college is incredibly proud of their glorious victory.

As soon as he settled in, Wu Changkong immediately went to the dean and submitted his leave request. His usually cold face showed a rare hint of longing:

"Dean, during this trip to Shrek Academy, witnessing Lu Jun's unimaginable swordsmanship has given me a profound feeling. The bottleneck that has been holding me back for so long seems to be loosening. I need to go into seclusion immediately to seek an opportunity for a breakthrough."

Seeing the rekindled light in Wu Changkong's eyes, the dean nodded with satisfaction and approved it without hesitation:
"Go, Changkong. Your accumulation is already sufficient; what you lack is that final insight. I hope that when you emerge from seclusion, you will be another Title Douluo of our Sun Moon Federation."

"I will certainly live up to your expectations." Wu Changkong nodded solemnly, then turned and left decisively.

After seeing Wu Changkong off, the dean mysteriously pulled Lu Jun, who was about to return to his dormitory, and handed him an exquisite storage soul tool bracelet.

"Lu Jun," the dean said with a slightly embarrassed smile, "although the Speaker has kept his promise and given you a 100,000-year-old soul bone, as the dean, I can't just go back on my word, can I? Hehe, it's just that with my abilities, I really can't obtain such a divine object as a 100,000-year-old one..."

He rubbed his hands together and continued:
"This contains a soul bone that I have treasured for many years. It is of extremely high quality, almost 100,000 years old, and is the best thing I can offer. Please accept it; it is a small token of my appreciation to the academy."

Lu Jun was stunned. He hadn't expected that the dean still remembered his promise.

He quickly bowed and sincerely thanked him:
"Thank you for your kind offer, Dean. I will always remember this kindness."

"Hey, why are you being so polite with me?" The dean patted Lu Jun on the shoulder with a smile, his tone becoming earnest. "Cultivate well, but don't push yourself too hard. The academy has decided to give you a two-month break so you can relax."

"A balance between work and rest, and a proper rhythm, is more helpful for cultivation. Excessive, arduous practice can easily break the string, understand?"

"I understand, thank you, Dean," Lu Jun said again.

After saying goodbye to the dean, Lu Jun returned to his long-missed dormitory room.

He closed the door, shutting out the noise from the outside world, took a deep breath, and focused his attention on the two storage soul tools in his hands.

One was a gift from Emperor Xu, and the other was a gift from the Dean.

He first opened the one given to him by Emperor Xu. His spiritual energy probed into it, and he was instantly awestruck by a vast, cold, and boundless energy.

In the center of the storage space, a huge leg bone, pure white and seemingly carved from millennia-old ice, floats silently.

The bones are naturally engraved with mysterious patterns, radiating a chilling pressure and extreme cold.

One hundred thousand year soul bone!
Moreover, it is extremely rare, originating from the left leg bone of Titan Snow Demon, one of the overlords of the far north.

Just as Lu Jun was shocked by the quality and origin of this soul bone.

"asshole!!!"

Two sharp shouts, brimming with boundless rage, resounded almost simultaneously in his mind's sea.

The figures of Hyotei and Yuki-tei instantly became unstable, and the intense emotional fluctuations stirred up waves in Lu Jun's mental sea.

Startled by the sudden shout, Lu Jun quickly calmed the two down and allowed them to appear in the outside world.

"Swish, swish!"

The figures of Hyotei and Yuki-tei coalesced in the room. Hyotei's azure eyes burned with rage, while Yuki-tei's cold face was covered with a layer of frost.

Their eyes were fixed on the Titan Snow Demon's left leg bone.

However, as they carefully sensed the aura emanating from the soul bone, their anger was gradually replaced by doubt and a hint of relaxation.

Xue Di frowned and spoke first, her tone filled with confusion and seriousness:
“Strange… I just thought that humans have become so unscrupulous that they dare to hunt Atai. But the aura of this soul bone, although powerful, is far inferior to Atai’s original power.”

"It seems to be just a soul bone produced by an ordinary Titan Snow Demon that has just broken through the 100,000-year level."

Hyotei also calmed down, and then asked in confusion:
"However, even so, the Titan Snow Demons are a core race in the far north, under our protection. How could humans have successfully hunted down a 100,000-year-old Titan Snow Demon deep in the far north?"

"Moreover, judging from the state of preservation of this soul bone, its age does not seem to be extremely ancient..."

Xue Di shook her head, a hint of reminiscence and confusion appearing on her pretty face:

"I don't know either. Before I fell into slumber to try to fight off the next tribulation, although there were occasional clashes between the far north and humans, a hunt of this magnitude... shouldn't have gone unnoticed. Ten thousand years ago, in Huo Yuhao's era, hadn't the relationship between humans and soul beasts already begun to ease?"

She paused, her tone becoming somewhat low and wistful:

"Speaking of which... at the time I was thinking that if we really couldn't survive the next tribulation, maybe I could find a way to help Bing'er again... but I never expected that in the end it was your divine artifact that saved us by a twist of fate and took us away from the far north, where we disappeared for ten thousand years."

"I imagine... Atai and Xiaobai must have been extremely anxious back then."

Mentioning Shiro, a clear look of worry and hesitation flashed in Hyotei's eyes, and her voice lowered:
"Judging from the timeline, Xiao Bai should have been facing his next tribulation quite some time ago, right?"

“None of us were with him at the time, and given his honest and straightforward nature, I'm afraid…”

Before he could finish speaking, both Hyotei and Yuki fell silent, and a sense of sadness and guilt filled the room.

Lu Jun could clearly feel their deep longing for their hometown and their companions.

He pondered for a moment, then spoke:

"Don't worry too much. I'll find some time to go to the far north myself and check on your homeland. I personally think that your Little White shouldn't perish so easily."

"Your Excellency, what is your basis?" Upon hearing this, Xue Di immediately looked at Lu Jun, her tone filled with urgency and hope.

Since she woke up, she has always maintained a respectful attitude towards Lu Jun.

Lu Jun analyzed:
"From what I understand, the Douluo Continent often makes certain arrangements in order to nurture and assist the growth of its chosen ones."

"Even if your Xiaobai fails to overcome the Heavenly Tribulation within these ten thousand years, the will of the plane may, for the sake of the greater good, arrange for him to become the soul or assistant of a certain chosen one, thereby prolonging his existence."

"The Chosen One?" Hyotei replied instinctively, "But the last time a universally acknowledged Chosen One was born was ten thousand years ago, during the era of Huo Yuhao..."

Her voice stopped abruptly, as if she had thought of something.

(End of this chapter)