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

Gu Chenyu's teaching was as patient and insightful as ever, sharing his lifelong forging experience and understanding without reservation.

Although one of them was far away in Tiandou City, busy with a top-secret project of the Federation, and the other was in Mingdu, and they could only teach each other remotely via video, which was inconvenient, this online class model could barely meet the needs of imparting knowledge in this era of highly advanced soul guidance technology.

As the only Divine Craftsman on Douluo Star, Gu Chenyu bears an extremely heavy responsibility. He needs to participate in or even lead several cutting-edge soul tool projects of the Federation that are related to the fate of the nation. He is so busy that he has no time to spare.

But whenever he was immersed in the world of forging, especially when teaching his exceptionally talented disciple Lu Jun, a bittersweet sense of satisfaction would always appear on his face. It stemmed from his deepest enjoyment and love for the way of forging itself.

The day's lessons passed quietly amidst focused learning and practice.

When Lu Jun finished the last forging exercise assigned by Gu Chenyu, successfully removing the impurities from a piece of rare metal to near perfection and initially imprinting it with the prototype of a complex core magic array, the sky outside the window had already been tinged with the warm orange hue of dusk.

After tidying up the forging table, Lu Jun let out a long sigh of relief. Although he was a little tired, his eyes shone with the satisfaction of his accomplishment.

He had just stepped out of the forge, ready to take a breath of fresh air, when his personal communicator rang at just the right moment.

He picked it up and saw that it was a call from Leng Yaozhu.

Lu Jun pressed the answer button, and Leng Yaozhu's mature and intellectual voice, as warm and gentle as jade, came through. Her tone was soft and seemed to carry warmth, like a light feather gently scratching his eardrums, making him relax involuntarily.

"Lu Jun, is the class over?"

Leng Yaozhu's voice always makes people feel at ease.

"Yes, just finished, teacher," Lu Jun replied.

"That's good. On your way home, remember to buy plenty of groceries at the market." Leng Yaozhu gently instructed, "We used up most of our food supplies this morning because we were entertaining Wu Siduo, so we definitely won't have enough for tonight. And..."

She paused, her tone becoming slightly more formal:
"We have a very important guest coming to our house tonight, and we need to entertain him/her."

"Guest? Who?" Lu Jun asked with some curiosity. A guest that Leng Yaozhu specifically emphasized must be someone of extraordinary status.

“They’re from the Soul Beast faction,” Leng Yaozhu explained. “Di Tian and Zi Ji are worried about Di Yue and want to come and see for themselves if she’s doing well here. Also… they might have some things they want to discuss with you in person.”

Lu Jun understood and nodded in agreement:
"Understood, teacher. I'll go buy groceries right away."

After hanging up the call, Lu Jun turned around and headed towards Mingdu's largest fresh food market.

The afterglow of the setting sun stretched his shadow long.

Walking down the bustling street, Lu Jun was planning what dishes to buy to entertain Di Tian and Zi Ji, the two overlords of the soul beasts, when he suddenly felt the light around him dim slightly, and a familiar, cool aura quietly spread out.

He turned his head and saw that Xue Di had appeared beside him at some point.

She was still wearing that spotless white dress, her figure slender and her face exquisite.

Most strikingly, her bare feet, as white as jade and as exquisite as works of art, floated naturally in the air, swaying slightly with her steps, yet never picking up a speck of dust or dirt.

The pedestrians on the street did not show much surprise at the sudden appearance of Xue Di.

In the Sun Moon Federation, where Soul Masters are prevalent, it's not uncommon to find people with Soul Spirits or those who use special Soul Skills for travel. However…

Xue Di's appearance and temperament are truly outstanding.

She was like a fairy who had stepped out of an ice and snow myth, pure and ethereal, untouched by worldly concerns. Her unparalleled beauty seemed to have its own spotlight effect, instantly attracting everyone's attention on the entire street.

Whether it's busy office workers, children playing and laughing, or street vendors, everyone's eyes are involuntarily drawn to Xue Di, as if they are firmly attracted by a magnet.

"boom!"

A middle-aged man, engrossed in watching something, bumped his head against a street lamppost by the roadside with a thud, clutching his forehead and wincing in pain.

"Clang! Screech—!"

The soul-guided cars driving on the streets were in complete chaos. Some braked suddenly, causing rear-end collisions; others scraped against each other due to driver distraction; and a few even ignored traffic lights, causing minor traffic jams...

Screams, screech of brakes, and crashes rose and fell.

Clearly, the source of all this chaos was that pedestrians and drivers were so engrossed in admiring the breathtaking beauty of the Snow Emperor that they completely ignored their surroundings.

This was just the beginning. Less than ten minutes after Lu Jun led Xue Di on the walk, the once orderly commercial street had turned into complete chaos, with traffic nearly paralyzed and the police officers responsible for maintaining order in a state of utter disarray.

Some self-proclaimed dashing young Soul Masters, mustering their courage, approached, intending to strike up a conversation. However, upon recognizing Lu Jun as the renowned genius who shook the continent, they immediately adopted a fawning smile, bowing and scraping, then lowered their voices, their eyes constantly glancing towards Xue Di, and whispered:

"Mr. Lu...excuse my boldness, but may I ask...where did you encounter this...uh, spirit? She's so...so beautiful! I wonder...if there are any similar ones...?"

Lu Jun could only offer an awkward but polite smile, using various excuses such as "coincidence" and "unique" to brush it off.

Finally, unable to bear the growing number of stares around him, as if he were looking at a rare animal, and the resulting chaos, he grabbed Xue Di's cold, soft wrist, and, forgetting all about buying groceries, practically fled into a relatively quiet alley.

Deep in the alley, Lu Jun leaned against the mottled wall, breathing heavily, his other hand still tightly gripping Xue Di's wrist. Xue Di stood quietly in front of him, her clear blue eyes filled with curiosity as she looked at his slightly disheveled appearance.

"Seriously... I finally understand what it means to be a femme fatale..."

Looking at the faint sounds of commotion still emanating from outside the alley, Lu Jun sighed with lingering regret.

"Your destructive power... is even more powerful than a level nine fixed-position soul-guided cannon shell."

Seeing his appearance, Xue Di raised her slender hand and gently covered half of her face, letting out a very soft, yet melodious laugh, like the sound of an icy spring flowing.

Are you... complimenting my looks?

Her voice remained cool and clear, but her tone carried a rare, almost playful quality.

Lu Jun: "..." (End of this chapter)