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

Watching the silent yet intense exchange between the two, Wu Siduo blinked her beautiful eyes and ultimately chose to give up trying to understand the overly complicated situation.

She shrugged and muttered to herself:
"Forget it, I don't understand it at all. I'll just focus on memorizing the secrets to becoming stronger."

So she actually began to silently recall Lu Jun's previous teachings about simulated environments and self-created soul skills, automatically ignoring this bizarre debate about "who is your father".

"Wu Lin! You can't agree to that! You absolutely can't!!!"

Tang San's divine sense struggled frantically under Lu Jun's ever-pervasive icy chill, like a moth caught in a spider's web.

The chill intensified, beginning to violently erode his already weakened spiritual foundation, making his very existence unstable.

With Tang San's influence temporarily suppressed and withdrawn from his dominant thoughts by Lu Jun's power, Tang Wulin finally gained a moment of true clarity.

He began to think calmly: his parents were Tang Ziran and Lang Yue, that much was certain, and the love and warmth they gave him were real.

And what about Lao Tang?
He constantly calls himself Tang San's father and claims to be Tang San himself, yet he has never offered any affection or warmth, only constant instructions and seemingly guiding help that may actually bring greater crises.

The Spirit Pagoda's sponsorship helped him resolve his first soul crisis, but the crisis of the golden dragon within him...

Lu Jun, however, said that it might have been brought by Lao Tang.

Now he's wasting his talent by using cultivation methods that are long outdated...

After a difficult weighing of the options, Tang Wulin looked at Lu Jun with a complex expression, tinged with a final trace of reluctance:
"Brother Lu, is there...is there really no other way?"

"Old Tang might just be a special spiritual entity that survived from ancient times. He doesn't understand the current situation, so his methods are outdated. After all, he has never directly harmed me."

Looking at his indecisive expression, Lu Jun sighed softly, a hint of disappointment in her voice:

"Tang Wulin, you are too kind, so kind that you are almost naive."

"Since you insist on leaving this hidden danger, I will not force you. This is your own choice, and you must bear the consequences yourself."

"From now on, take care of yourself."

After saying that, Lu Jun turned around and walked out of the training field without any hesitation.

Seeing this, Wu Siduo first looked at Lu Jun's resolute back in surprise, then turned back and glanced at Tang Wulin, who was still struggling in place, with an almost pitying look. She couldn't help but click her tongue, her tone filled with disappointment:
"Hey, Tang Wulin, are you stupid?"

"Lu Jun is a level 66 Soul Emperor at the age of thirteen, the number one genius recognized on the continent."

Don't you know how valuable his words are?

"What could he possibly want from you? He's kindly helping you eliminate a potential threat, and you're still hesitating?"

"Do you know how reluctant he was when I first met him and asked him for a favor? He's really... ungrateful!"

The more she thought about it, the angrier she became, and she even felt a little resentful about how she was being treated. She muttered to herself: Am I really less attractive than this silly boy?

Even though she's in the Eastern Continent, she still has many suitors.

She shook her head, clearly furious.

He immediately stopped looking at Tang Wulin and hurriedly chased after Lu Jun.

Wu Siduo's words struck Tang Wulin hard.

Yes, who is Lu Jun?
What reason could he possibly have to lie to himself?

What is he after?
In contrast, Lao Tang's background and purpose are the real source of many questions.

As Lu Jun's figure was about to disappear through the door, immense panic and a gut feeling of potential danger finally overwhelmed any remaining reluctance or hesitation.

"Brother Lu!!!"

Tang Wulin suddenly looked up and shouted at the top of his lungs, his voice hoarse with urgency.

Lu Jun continued walking, as if he hadn't heard.

Tang Wulin took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and as if summoning all the courage in his life, resolutely shouted in a hoarse voice:

"I'm begging you! Help me! Get rid of that person inside me... I believe in you, Brother Lu!!!"

These words, like a final verdict, crashed down. Lu Jun finally stopped in his tracks.

He slowly turned around, looking calmly at Tang Wulin, his eyes deep and unfathomable.

In the deepest part of Tang Wulin's spiritual sea, the instant that shout fell, Tang San's divine sense seemed to have all its support drained away, and all his anger, anxiety, and attempts to defend himself turned into utter silence.

An aura of boundless despair and decay permeated the air, and the glimmer of that divine thought dimmed instantly, like an old man utterly abandoned by the world, his faith completely shattered, all his calculations and hopes vanished in this moment…

Ashes.

Lu Jun stopped and slowly turned around.

His face remained largely expressionless, though a knowing glint flashed in his deep eyes. He strode back to Tang Wulin, his voice calm and even:

"It seems you've finally come to your senses."

Tang Wulin nodded heavily, his eyes still holding a trace of lingering fear from his struggle, but more so a resolute determination:

"Yes, Brother Lu, I've figured it out. Thank you for your help."

"Very good." Lu Jun raised his hand and gently patted Tang Wulin's shoulder, the gesture carrying a reassuring power.

“Since I have made a promise to you, I will not betray that trust. Remember this lesson and never believe the nonsense of these people of unknown origin who are hiding their true intentions.”

"Didn't you pay any attention to the federal government's overwhelming anti-fraud propaganda?"

"Aren't there plenty of demons and monsters on Douluo Continent who prey on naive young men like you?"

His tone carried a hint of admonition, yet strangely soothed the last unease in Tang Wulin's heart.

“I will help you completely eliminate this hidden danger.” Lu Jun’s voice calmed down, carrying a reliable promise. “Afterwards, I will guide you onto the path to becoming stronger that is truly right for you.”

After speaking, Lu Jun slowly closed his eyes, his eyelashes casting a small shadow under his eyes.

He whispered to Tang Wulin:

"Completely relax your mind and do not resist. The process may be a little uncomfortable, but if you resist, you may hurt yourself."

"I understand, Brother Lu." Tang Wulin replied without hesitation, then took a deep breath, closed his eyes, tried to empty his mind, and entrusted his entire heart to the other.

The next moment, a vast, pure, yet cold and majestic spiritual power, like a gentle tide, softly but irresistibly surged into Tang Wulin's sea of ​​consciousness.

Tang Wulin's spiritual sea shone with a pale golden luster, its vastness far exceeding that of other soul masters of the same age, revealing his extraordinary talent and foundation.

At this moment, the ocean appears somewhat turbulent and turbulent, no longer calm.

Lu Jun's spiritual body manifested within, dressed in white robes that fluttered without wind, his posture upright like a pine tree, radiating a faint, clear glow that contrasted sharply with the golden spiritual ocean.

His gaze was like a sharp sword, instantly locking onto the most central and only discordant element in this space.

It was a grotesque figure huddled in a corner, its silhouette blurred and dim, almost blending into the surrounding golden light.

He exuded an overwhelming sense of decay, despair, and death, like a pitiful person whose beliefs had been completely shattered by the hand of his loved ones, pushed into an abyss by his own family.

Lu Jun approached step by step, his steps calm and composed, stepping onto the golden sea of ​​spirit, creating ripples.

He looked down at the almost shapeless, dim phantom, a cold and sarcastic smile slowly curving his lips.

That smile held no victor's arrogance, only a detached indifference that suggested complete control.

He spoke slowly, his clear, cold voice echoing distinctly in this mental space. Each word was like an ice pick, precisely piercing the deepest pain of the illusory figure:

Hello, Tang San.

"We meet again."

"How does it feel to be betrayed and completely rejected by your closest relatives, a feeling I personally offered you?"

"After years of painstaking planning, weaving lies, and guiding others step by step, she was ultimately pushed to her doom by her own flesh and blood..."

"Isn't this feeling particularly...unforgettable?" (End of Chapter)