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

Only Tang Wulin, this little money-grubber whose very bones are engraved with the words "thrifty and good at managing the household," had his eyes flash with an excitement comparable to that of a golden dragon the moment the battle ended.

He flashed into the devastated battlefield ruins like a hungry tiger pouncing on its prey, the seemingly inconspicuous but actually enormous storage soul tool in his hand flashing with light.

His movements were swift as the wind, his technique skillful and experienced. He specifically picked out the most valuable black-level mech wreckage, which was damaged but still contained core components, as well as the relatively intact core drive modules of purple-level mechs. Like autumn leaves swept away by the wind, he quickly collected these "spoils of war" into his pocket.

His "cleaning up the battlefield" was so smooth and fast that it left people speechless.

As the distant roar of the Federation reinforcements' soul-guided aircraft echoed across the sky, he had already completed his "harvest," clapping his hands and returning to his companions with a hearty, genuine smile, as if he had found a treasure.

His companions gathered around him, watching in disbelief as he completed this series of actions. Le Zhengyu couldn't help but gape, pointing at the even more scattered scrap metal on the ground, and exclaimed in astonishment:
"Tang Wulin, are you... are you crazy? You want all this junk? Don't you think it takes up space?"

"Hehe, mine, mine, all mine."

Tang Wulin grinned, revealing a set of white teeth, his eyes filled with the light that said, "You don't understand the value of this."

"These are all rare metals and high-end soul guide cores. Dismantling them and selling the parts or melting them down and reforging them will all bring in money! Thrift and frugality are virtues!"

Everyone was speechless at his self-righteous "trash-picking" demeanor.

Xie Xie sighed and rubbed his forehead, deeply realizing that being with this money-grubbing teammate required constant practice to develop a thick skin.

Meanwhile, Wu Siduo, who had already sat back in the car and fastened her seatbelt again, stared at Lu Jun, who still looked lazy and seemed to have just casually swatted a mosquito, with a complex look that was a mixture of curiosity, inquiry and a little resentment.

She hesitated for a long time, but finally couldn't hold back. She leaned closer and asked in a low voice:

"Hey, Lu Jun... you look so weak, your face is as white as paper, how... how come your combat power is still so monstrous?"

Lu Jun: "...?"

He slowly turned his head, revealing an expression of utter innocence tinged with a hint of bewilderment.

That look seemed to say: My combat power is high, isn't that a matter of course? What does it have to do with whether I'm weak or not?
As someone who could kill even Tang Hao with his own hands, even if he was in a bad state, wouldn't it be basic for him to take down a few Title Douluos and deflect a few Level 9 cannonballs?
What's so strange about this?

Wu Siduo's question really baffled him.

Gu Yuena shook her head helplessly at Lu Jun's bewildered and matter-of-fact expression, then turned to the officers in the front row and steered the conversation back on track:

"The trouble outside has been resolved, these wreckage..."

The officer immediately understood and replied respectfully:
"Rest assured, the federal cleanup forces that arrive later will properly handle the wreckage of these Green Skull organization mechs to ensure that no hidden dangers remain."

"Our primary task now is to escort you all to the secret underground base in Dragon Valley on time. Time is of the essence, so let's set off now."

Gu Yuena nodded slightly.

However, Wu Siduo's attention was clearly still on Lu Jun.

She bit her lower lip, as if making a decision, then moved a little closer to Lu Jun, and asked softly, with a hint of expectation and probing in her voice:
"Lu Jun, speaking of which... if I had been injured in the fight just now... what would you have done?"

Lu Jun looked puzzled again:
"How about what?"

"So... how will you feel?" Wu Siduo tried to make her expression look natural, but her slightly reddened ears betrayed her nervousness.

"Will I feel... um... heartache or something like that?"

As she finished speaking, Xie Xie's teasing remark, "Brother Lu will probably feel so sorry for you," involuntarily echoed in her mind.

Upon hearing this, Lu Jun almost instinctively and very honestly replied: "Feeling sorry for you? Why would I feel sorry for you? No way."

He even found Wu Siduo's question a bit strange, adding:

"As a Soul Master, isn't it perfectly normal to get injured in battle? If you're injured, then get treatment in time. The Federation's healing-type Soul Masters are all highly skilled."

Wu Siduo: "…………"

The expectation and shyness on her face froze instantly, then transformed into embarrassment and anger at a visible speed.

She turned her head, showing Lu Jun the back of her head and her taut profile, and let out a very soft, cold snort from her nose.

Hmph, this clueless blockhead, such a clueless straight man!

Gu Yuena, who was standing nearby, witnessed the whole scene and couldn't help but raise her hand to her forehead, sighing inwardly.

This guy can be as shrewd as an old fox at times, with deep and calculating schemes; but at other times, especially when it comes to the delicate perception of romantic feelings, he can be as dull as a stubborn rock that never gets it.

Is he genuinely ignorant, or is he pretending to be stupid?
Thinking of this, Gu Yuena had a flash of inspiration and seemed to have grasped the key.

correct!

Almost forgot!

Lu Jun is currently being suppressed by that strange, unidentified power, leaving him in a weakened state.

It seems reasonable that one's mind is slow to react and unable to understand complex and subtle emotional signals.
She was about to say something to explain for Lu Jun and ease the tension when she saw Lu Jun slightly purse his lips and mutter softly, with a hint of genuine confusion:
"I really don't understand girls... what are they thinking about all day long..."

Gu Yuena: "..."

Well, it's hopeless.

She thought about it carefully and it seemed that it was true. Whether it was herself, Leng Yulai, or even Wu Siduo who was showing some promise now, it seemed that they were the ones who took the initiative to approach, hint at, or even pursue Lu Jun. She had never seen this guy take the initiative to pursue any girl.

Thinking about it this way, his current reaction doesn't seem so strange anymore?

"Deserved it."

Gu Yuena couldn't help but retort to him with a hint of disappointment.

Lu Jun: "?"

He cast another innocent and confused look at him, completely bewildered as to what he had said wrong again, and why even Nana was now attacking him.

In the end, Lu Jun decided to give up thinking about this problem, which was even more complicated than dealing with the Abyss Plane. Adhering to the principle of "if you can't figure it out, just sleep and talk about it when you wake up," he leaned his head back, closed his eyes, and went into standby hibernation mode, as if none of the conversation had happened.

However, as the saying goes, fortune may be a harbinger of misfortune, and misfortune may be a harbinger of fortune.

Perhaps because the source of one's spirit was continuously suppressed and honed by that strange force, it actually had a tempering effect to some extent.

Just as Lu Jun relaxed and fell into a light sleep, his spiritual power, which had already reached the peak of the Spirit Realm and was only one step away from the finish line, naturally and effortlessly broke through that tough barrier.

A more refined, vast spiritual fluctuation, seemingly capable of penetrating the microscopic and drawing upon the power of heaven and earth, emanated from him almost imperceptibly. Although it was fleeting, the aura of qualitative change was crystal clear.

Divine Origin Realm!
His spiritual power, silently and unnoticed during his sleep, stepped into the Divine Origin Realm, a realm coveted by countless Soul Masters. (End of Chapter)