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

Xie Xie's mournful wails echoed under the empty dome of the cafeteria, drawing the attention of students at several tables in the distance.

He held his head in his hands, his face clearly showing his existential crisis, and looked at Lu Jun as if he were some inhuman monster.

Faced with Xie Xie's exaggerated performance, Lu Jun simply lifted his eyelids lazily, displaying a nonchalant and basic demeanor.

"Your progress is quite fast too. Xie Xie, you're level 48, just one step away from becoming a Soul King. Xu Xiaoyan, level 44, is already one of the best among control-type Soul Masters."

"Don't exaggerate your improvement speed; you're not bad at all."

Upon being called out, Xie Xie immediately stopped his wailing and wailing expression, chuckled, scratched his head, and looked somewhat smug:

"Hehe, I'm lucky. I absorbed a 100,000-year-old soul bone that was particularly compatible with me. Otherwise, how could I have grown so fast?"

At this moment, Tang Wulin, though silent, stared intently at Lu Jun with his clear blue eyes, a clear expectation flickering in them, as if silently asking:

"What about me? What about me? Brother Lu, come and look at me."

Lu Jun's gaze naturally fell on Tang Wulin, and a faint golden light flashed across his divine eyes. He instantly understood the surging blood and qi power in Tang Wulin's body and his soul power cultivation that had reached level forty-six.

He raised an eyebrow slightly, his tone carrying just the right amount of surprise:

"Tang Wulin... your speed of improvement is beyond my expectations. Level 46? It seems that you have experienced extraordinary training these past two months."

When Lu Jun revealed Tang Wulin's cultivation level, a smile tinged with mystery and pride immediately appeared on his face. He puffed out his chest, trying to make his tone less boastful, but his excitement was still undeniable.

"Brother Lu has a good eye! I went through real hellish training, shedding several layers of skin, just to barely catch up with everyone and reach my current level."

"Oh... hellish training, huh?"

Lu Jun responded meaningfully, his eyes narrowing slightly.

In his divine vision, Tang Wulin's spiritual sea was clearly visible. A wisp of pale golden divine thought lurking deep within was like a malignant sore. Although its energy was weak and almost exhausted, it emitted a hidden fluctuation that belonged to Tang San and was unpleasant to people.

This force had already silently permeated every corner of Tang Wulin's mind, subtly influencing his judgment and even his behavior.

A chill crept into Lu Jun's heart as his thoughts raced:

"We can't delay any longer. We must find a suitable opportunity as soon as possible to completely eliminate this parasitic divine thought."

"Otherwise, if Tang San is allowed to stir up trouble in secret, it will inevitably lead to disaster sooner or later."

Meanwhile, deep within Tang Wulin's spiritual sea.

The moment Tang San's divine sense swept over Lu Jun's divine gaze, it thrashed violently like a venomous snake scorched by the blazing sun, unleashing an indescribable surge of shock and rage.

"Arrogant! A mere artifact spirit, having gained sentience, dares to repeatedly spy on this God-King?!"

Tang San's divine sense roared angrily, but despite its fierce momentum, it revealed a weakness that was all bark and no bite.

"If I weren't left with only this wisp of divine thought and all my divine power, I would have annihilated you, you arrogant and ignorant spirit, and made you pay a heavy price!"

He snorted coldly, suppressing his boiling killing intent, and dared not make the slightest move, for fear that Lu Jun would notice something even more deeply.

"Once my father gathers all the power and faith I have scattered across the continent, once my true form returns from the Great God Realm... you, this supreme artifact that has lost its master and is now just an empty shell, are rightfully mine to wield!"

"As for you, this rebellious spirit... you are destined to die!" A chilling ruthlessness flashed across Tang San's mind. "At that time, I will personally erase your intelligence and completely refine you!"

However, before Tang San's harsh words could fully ferment in his heart, the events of the next day turned all his calculations and arrogance into a chilling torrent of fear.

The next day, at the Sun Moon Royal Soul Master Academy, in the training ground.

Tang Wulin was sweating profusely. He was wearing three heavy iron suits and running heavily around the huge training field. Every breath he took carried hot white steam. Sweat soaked through his training clothes and clung tightly to the muscles that were beginning to show on the young man's face.

Within the sea of ​​consciousness, Tang San's divine sense was meticulously guiding:

"Steady your steps, pay attention to regulating your qi and blood and breathing, coordinate with the rhythm of the Xuan Tian Gong, circulate your soul power at a steady speed, and temper your limbs and bones... Hmm?"

In that instant, Tang San's consciousness suddenly froze. An extremely ominous premonition, like ice water at minus 100 degrees Celsius, poured down from the top of his head, instantly freezing him to the bone.

At the entrance to the training ground, two figures appeared out of nowhere.

Lu Jun leaned casually against the metal door frame, his arms crossed in front of his chest. His simple white clothes exuded an air of refined elegance.

He was watching Tang Wulin running around the field with a half-smile.

Half a step behind him, the stunningly beautiful girl Wu Siduo stood quietly, her beautiful eyes curiously surveying everything around her, her gaze finally settling on Tang Wulin.

"Why...why is he here?"

Tang San's mental focus instantly tightened to the extreme, almost causing him to scream.

"He would never normally approach Wu Lin, so why today... is that malice... directed at me?"

A tremendous fear gripped Tang San. He felt as if his divine sense was being held by an invisible giant hand, about to shatter completely in the next moment!
At this moment, Tang Wulin also noticed the two people at the door. He slowed his pace, a surprised smile appearing on his face, and greeted them loudly while panting:

"Brother Lu, Wu Siduo? What brings you here?"

Lu Jun's lips curved into a faint smile, his tone relaxed:
"Since I had nothing to do, I came to see how your special training went."

"Brother Lu, wait for me, my weighted run is almost over!" Tang Wulin wiped the sweat from his forehead with his sleeve and prepared to continue.

However, Lu Jun slowly straightened up, took two steps forward, glanced at Tang Wulin's heavy iron armor, and shook his head:

"Tang Wulin, stop. Don't you think that simply running in iron armor, such a basic, even primitive, training method, has negligible effect on Soul Masters of our level?"

His voice wasn't loud, but it clearly reached Tang Wulin's ears and resounded like thunder in Tang San's mind.

"This kind of monotonous running with heavy loads can at most slightly hone your physical strength and endurance. But it is almost of no benefit to the increase of soul power, combat experience, or even the activation of potential."

Lu Jun's gaze sharpened.

"With your relentless, even exhausting, training, not only will your soul power hardly improve in the long run, but you'll also easily develop subtle, hidden injuries that damage your foundation. These problems..."

Lu Jun tilted his head slightly, his eyes deep and cold, staring directly into Tang Wulin's eyes, and asked, word by word:

"...Did the person who guided you through this training never consider these issues for you? Or did he have ulterior motives?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the air in the training field seemed to freeze.

Tang Wulin stopped abruptly, his smile froze, and a look of confusion and bewilderment flashed in his eyes.

In the deepest part of his spiritual sea, Tang San's wisp of divine thought was completely overwhelmed by indescribable fear, trembling like snow exposed to the scorching sun, on the verge of extinction. (End of Chapter)