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

The outcome of the meeting, like a political storm sweeping across the Federation, was swiftly settled with tremendous force and announced to the entire continent via the evening news.

Emperor Xu will continue to serve as the Supreme Speaker of the Sun and Moon Federation!
This brief yet weighty message was like a boulder thrown into a calm lake, creating ripples, but quickly subsiding into awe-inspiring silence in the face of absolute power.

From then on, no one dared to openly question this iron-willed speaker in a wheelchair. His authority was re-established in the bloodiest and most direct way, and became indestructible.

Inside Leng Yaozhu's villa in Mingdu.

Having just finished showering, Lu Jun, his body exuding a refreshing mist, leaned lazily against the comfortable bed, his fingertips swiping across the screen of his soul-guided communicator, and naturally saw this breaking news.

"Just as I expected." A knowing smile played on his lips as he muttered to himself, "Hey, the list of federal congressmen has been completely reshuffled, a bloodbath..."

He opened the long list of legislators who had stepped down for various reasons, his gaze sweeping over the names of those who had once held sway in the political arena.

He knew perfectly well that the people behind these names had probably long since turned into withered bones on Xu Tiandi's path to consolidating power.

It is foreseeable that Emperor Xu will inevitably cultivate a group of new members of parliament who are absolutely loyal to him, and completely transform the Federal Parliament into his personal fiefdom.

"Well done." Lu Jun put down the communicator, a hint of appreciation flashing in his eyes.

"Use iron-fisted methods to unite the Federation into a single, cohesive entity and eliminate all dissent. Only in this way can the Federation's war machine operate at its highest efficiency."

"Given the Federation's current level of soul-guided technology and military strength, its chances of winning in dealing with future invasions from the Abyss have increased even further."

Thinking that the overall strength of Douluo Continent was constantly improving under his indirect influence, Lu Jun felt quite pleased.

If the will of the plane is happy, he is naturally pleased to see it happen.

After all, even after eliminating the imminent threat of the abyss, there was an even more terrifying and distant enemy, like the Sword of Damocles hanging overhead—

That's Tang San, who might return with the entire world of gods in the future!

That would be a true cataclysmic crisis.

However, according to the plot development he knew, that would be at least ten thousand years from now.

"Ten thousand years... such a long time. With my foundation, I refuse to believe I can't become a God King."

A fierce fire of confidence ignited in Lu Jun's eyes.

Just as he was filled with excitement and planning for the distant future, there was a gentle knock on the bedroom door.

"Ok?"

Lu Jun snapped out of his thoughts and called out, "Go in."

A series of rustling shoving sounds and a few suppressed, mocking laughs came from outside the door.

Immediately afterwards, the door was pushed open a crack, and a petite figure was hurriedly pushed in by the people outside. Then the door was quickly closed again, leaving only a string of silvery laughter fading into the distance.

The one being pushed in was Hyotei.

At this moment, she was completely different from her usual arrogant and cold demeanor.

Her long, emerald-green hair was styled into a high ponytail, which accentuated her delicate, rosy-cheeked, loli-like face.

She was wearing an extremely daring and revealing outfit, so revealing that it made one blush. Large swathes of her fair and delicate skin were exposed to the cool air, especially her straight and shapely legs, which were almost completely uncovered.

She awkwardly crossed her hands in front of her, her eyes darting around, so embarrassed she was almost bursting with tears.

With Lu Jun's mental strength, he naturally saw long ago that Gu Yuena and Leng Yulai were playing tricks outside the door.

"W-What are you doing?" Lu Jun was momentarily stunned by the shocking scene before him and asked instinctively. Upon hearing this, Hyotei suddenly raised her head, glaring at him with a mixture of embarrassment and anger, but her eyes showed far more shyness than rage.

She hesitated for a moment, then spoke in a voice as soft as a mosquito's buzz, yet feigning composure:
"Yes, it was them... who said that tonight... I would serve you..."

"Well, I just lost a game of rock-paper-scissors, that's all!"

"Don't overthink it!"

"Serve, serve?"

Lu Jun's eye twitched slightly; he almost thought he had misheard.

Isn't this a bit too much?

What kind of treatment is this?
Did modern emperors select concubines to serve them in bed?
"Yes, yes!" Hyotei seemed quite dissatisfied with Lu Jun's slightly slow and ungrateful reaction. She stomped her foot and retorted in a coquettish manner, "What, I... I'm so beautiful, aren't you happy to serve you?"

"hiss……"

Lu Jun gasped, looking at the stunning scenery before him, so beautiful that he could take as much as he wanted. It would be a lie to say he wasn't tempted.

But he rubbed his temples, trying to stay calm.

"That's fine... but I need to continue my seclusion tomorrow to try and break through to the Divine Craftsman realm, this..."

"Alright! We'll think about tomorrow's problems tomorrow!"

Hyotei, however, seemed to have made up her mind, or perhaps she was driven by the encouragement of her sisters outside the door and her own impulse.

She jumped onto Lu Jun's soft bed, carrying a refreshing and cool fragrance, and immediately turned him over and pinned him down.

She looked down at Lu Jun, her flushed face like a ripe apple, her eyes glazed over.

She slowly leaned down, her warm breath brushing against Lu Jun's ear, her voice trembling slightly yet full of allure:
"This night... is going to be very long..."

Before she could finish speaking, she sealed his lips with her own.

The night passed without a word, except for the soft, suppressed yet irrepressible murmurs, like the most beautiful nocturne, echoing for a long time in the well-insulated room, telling of the night's length and passion.

……

The next morning, sunlight streamed into the dining room through the gaps in the curtains.

Lu Jun sat at the head of the table, looking refreshed and leisurely enjoying the sumptuous breakfast prepared by the women. He also had the latest "Mingdu Soul Guide" in his hand, which he read with great interest. His posture was just like that of a retired cadre enjoying his old age.

However, the atmosphere in the restaurant was somewhat subtle.

Hyotei, leaning against the wall, slowly and unsteadily made his way down the stairs.

She was still wearing her home clothes, but there was a hint of laziness and fatigue in her eyes, and the blush on her pretty face had not completely faded.

This scene naturally fell into the eyes of Gu Yuena, Xue Di, Di Yue, and Leng Yaozhu, who were sitting at the dining table.

They exchanged glances, then focused their gazes on Lu Jun with a mixture of curiosity, amusement, and even a hint of barely perceptible envy.

Lu Jun felt uncomfortable under their gazes, put down his newspaper, and coughed lightly.
"Why are you all staring at me like that?"

Snow Empress rose and gracefully helped Ice Empress to the dining table, then glanced at Lu Jun, her cool voice carrying a rare hint of teasing:

"I just didn't expect someone's abilities to be so outstanding. Even the Heavenly King of our far north is finding it hard to withstand." (End of Chapter)