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

"...Poison?" Lu Jun frowned as if he had heard something utterly absurd, his speech almost overflowing with disbelief. "It's completely unnecessary. That's a waste of your martial soul's true potential."

"But……"

Tang Wulin wanted to argue, but a voice in his mind was desperately telling him that "poison is very important."

Just then, a cold glint flashed in Lu Jun's eyes, giving him no more chance to hesitate.

His right hand shot out with lightning speed, his index finger precisely touching Tang Wulin's brow.

A chilling, bone-deep coldness, yet imbued with supreme majesty, instantly seeped through his fingertips and surged into Tang Wulin's sea of ​​consciousness like an ice dam bursting.

Tang Wulin let out a short, muffled groan, feeling his mind suddenly clear. Many previously tangled and ambiguous thoughts melted away as quickly as ice and snow under the sunlight under the impact of this pure and powerful chill.

"You bastard! How dare you!!"

Deep within the sea of ​​consciousness, Tang San's wisp of divine thought screamed in terror and fury under the targeted impact of this extreme chill.

"Wu Lin, stop him! He's destroying your foundation! Poison is the glory of the Blue Silver Emperor! We must not give up! He's harming you!!!"

This wisp of divine thought struggled frantically, trying to regain its footing and bewitch Tang Wulin.

However, the power emanating from Lu Jun's fingertips was of an extremely high level, carrying an undeniable power of purification and suppression, making it flicker like a candle in the wind, feeling an unprecedented and deadly threat.

Despite Tang San's resistance, the chill in Lu Jun's fingertips did not dissipate. Instead, as if it possessed a life of its own, it seeped into Tang Wulin's sea of ​​consciousness, precisely entangling the restless wisp of Tang San's divine sense.

Sensing that the divine thought was still putting up a stubborn resistance, trying to bewitch Tang Wulin again, Lu Jun's lips curled into a knowing, detached smile.

He withdrew his finger, his gaze calmly fixed on Tang Wulin, whose eyes were still somewhat dazed. His voice was not loud, but it carried a power that struck straight to the soul:
"Tang Wulin, answer me. Do you often feel that thoughts that do not originate from your own will float into your mind?"

"It's as if a strange voice keeps telling you 'you should do it this way' or 'you must choose that way'?"

Upon hearing this, Tang Wulin shuddered violently, his pupils contracted sharply, and his face was filled with disbelief and horror. He almost blurted out:

"You...how did you know?!"

Old Tang's existence was his deepest, most secret, which he had never mentioned to anyone.

How did Lu Jun find out?

"I advise you to tell the truth."

Lu Jun's tone remained calm, yet it carried an irresistible air of authority.

Tang Wulin subconsciously bit his lip, his heart filled with a huge struggle.

At the same time, Tang San's divine sense within his spiritual sea sensed a deadly threat and let out an even more shrill and anxious roar, his voice distorted with fear:
"Wu Lin, you can't say it! You absolutely can't say it! This concerns your fate, your future! He can't be trusted!"

"In this world, I'm the only one who truly cares about you, and the only one who wouldn't harm you! He's approaching you now only to harm you! Wake up!"

Hearing that hysterical explanation, Lu Jun chuckled, a laugh filled with undisguised disdain and mockery:

Are you afraid that I'm trying to harm you?

"If I really wanted to harm you, do you think you would still be standing here peacefully talking to me?"

"With my abilities, do I need to go to such lengths? If it weren't for the fact that we've known each other and you still call me 'brother,' I wouldn't bother with your petty affairs."

These blunt words were like a bucket of cold water, instantly sobering Tang Wulin up.

Yes, with Lu Jun's unfathomable strength and his status as a high-ranking member of the Federation and the Spirit Pagoda, if he really had any ill intentions towards me, he would probably have been wiped out in an instant. Why bother with all this talk?
With the help of Lu Jun's strange power, he felt his mind was clearer than ever before, and many of the previously vague and forcibly implanted thoughts were rapidly fading away.

After a moment's deliberation, Tang Wulin finally took a deep breath and said with a determined look, "Yes...yes. Sometimes, I do feel like I can't control myself and I do some things that I find strange and unexpected afterward."

Wu Siduo, standing to the side, widened her beautiful eyes and gasped in surprise, covering her mouth:

"My God, this sounds like... schizophrenia?"

Lu Jun glanced at her irritably: "Don't jump to conclusions if you don't understand. Just stay quiet."

Wu Siduo immediately pouted like a scolded kitten, shrank her neck, and dared not interrupt again, but her ears were perked up.

Lu Jun's gaze returned to Tang Wulin, his expression slightly grave. After a moment of silence, he slowly spoke, dropping a bombshell:
"Tang Wulin, do you believe me?"

Tang Wulin nodded without hesitation: "I believe you, Brother Lu."

“Okay.” Lu Jun nodded, his tone resolute. “Then listen carefully: within your body, there remains the power and spiritual imprint of another powerful Soul Master.”

"It resides in your mental world, subtly influencing and even manipulating your thinking."

"what?!"

"this……?!"

Tang Wulin and Wu Siduo both gasped in shock, stunned by the conclusion.

"The residual power of another Soul Master? What does that mean?"

Tang Wulin hurriedly pressed for an answer, his voice trembling slightly.

Lu Jun's gaze was sharp and intense, meeting his eyes directly:

"The voice that often speaks to you in your mind is the evidence. It's not your hallucination, but a real, external spiritual entity."

"You...you actually knew about this too?!"

Tang Wulin was utterly shocked, gaining a deeper understanding of Lu Jun's abilities and developing stronger doubts about Old Tang's existence.

“How I found out is not important,” Lu Jun’s tone turned cold. “What is important is that he has no good intentions towards you. The training methods you used before, which were almost self-destructive, were provided by him, weren’t they?”

Tang Wulin stiffened, recalling the days when he had relentlessly exploited himself. He hesitated for a moment, but finally nodded heavily.

At the same time, his heart sank.

Old Tang, do you really want to harm me?

"Wu Lin! How could I harm you! Don't listen to his attempts to sow discord! He's utterly despicable! He's a complete scoundrel!!"

Within his spiritual sea, Tang San's divine sense was so angry it was almost about to explode. He was eager to reveal Lu Jun's identity as the "super artifact spirit".

However, once this core secret was mentioned, an immense and unparalleled force of rules descended instantly, completely distorting and silencing his words, leaving only meaningless noise.

Oh no, Lu Jun delivered a super attack that broke through his defenses.

For a moment, I forgot he had this ability.

This sudden ban on speaking horrified Tang San, and also made him even more anxious and frantic.

This bizarre, abruptly interrupted explanation, however, sounded to Tang Wulin more like a frustrated outburst and rambling nonsense after being exposed. (End of Chapter)