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

The interior corridors of the Spirit Tower headquarters were covered with soft, sound-absorbing carpets, and the walls on both sides were inlaid with soul-guiding light strips that emitted a soft white light, creating a tranquil and solemn atmosphere.

Lu Jun moved swiftly and silently, arriving at the heavy solid wood door with intricate carvings in the blink of an eye, the office of Deputy Tower Chief Leng Yaozhu.

He didn't knock; his powerful mental energy had already penetrated the room like mercury, allowing him to clearly perceive the situation inside.

Raise your hand, gently press your palm on the door panel, and release a little soul power. The door will then slide open silently.

A faint smell of blood mixed with the unique scent of elegant incense that Leng Yaozhu was used to immediately fill his nostrils, making Lu Jun's eyes even colder.

The indoor lighting is bright and soft.

At first glance, Leng Yaozhu was sitting in that large and luxurious office chair.

Even though she was injured at this moment, her innate nobility and elegance did not disappear. On the contrary, her pale face and the pain hidden between her brows added a touch of fragileness and delicate beauty that was hard to resist, like a precious porcelain piece that had been carefully fired but had developed a tiny crack.

She wasn't alone in the office.

Leng Yulai stood anxiously by her side, her brows furrowed with worry and resentment.

What surprised Lu Jun even more was that Harosa was also there in person. He stood quietly to the side, his tall figure exuding a solemn aura, like a statue guarding the shadows.

Seeing Lu Jun push the door open and enter, a glimmer of light flashed in Leng Yaozhu's dim eyes, and she forced herself to stand up.

"Why did you come here in person?"

Her voice carried an unmistakable weariness, along with a hint of guilt for disturbing him.

“I didn’t mean to distract you from these things, but…”

"do not talk."

Lu Jun interrupted her, his voice low but carrying an undeniable power.

He ignored the other two people in the room, strode forward, and knelt down on one knee in front of Leng Yaozhu without hesitation.

Before she could react, he reached out and gently took her uninjured, slightly cool hand in his.

The icy touch from his fingertips made his heart tighten suddenly.

His gaze then fell on her limp left arm, which, though bandaged, still exuded an unusual energy fluctuation.

At this moment, Leng Yaozhu's face was so pale it was almost transparent, like the finest Xuan paper.

Her delicate eyebrows furrowed tightly, forming a pitiful crease, and her smooth forehead was covered with fine beads of cold sweat.

Her breathing was slightly more rapid than usual. She tried to give Lu Jun a reassuring smile, but this slight movement aggravated her internal injuries, and a strand of dark red blood uncontrollably spilled from the corner of her mouth.

Lu Jun frowned, his mental energy already meticulously probing into her injured arm.

He could clearly see that within the veins and flesh of that arm, there was an extremely domineering and aggressive alien soul power.

This soul power, like a venomous snake with life, or a maggot clinging to the bone, is continuously eroding the surrounding intact tissues, and even has a faint tendency to spread towards the core of the torso.

"Hmph." Lu Jun let out a cold snort filled with anger.

Without further hesitation, he tightened his grip on Leng Yaozhu's wrist with his fingertips, and a purer, colder soul force, carrying an aura of absolute dominance, surged into the meridians of her arm like a devastating torrent.

That domineering soul power belonging to the ancient Dieting could barely put up any decent resistance in the face of this absolute power. It was smashed into pieces in an instant, melting and dissipating as quickly as ice and snow under the sun.

"puff--"

Almost simultaneously, Leng Yaozhu suddenly opened her mouth and spat out a large pool of dark, viscous blood that emitted a foul odor. The blood splattered onto the carpet, leaving a shocking dark stain.

As the stagnant blood was expelled, her originally pale cheeks regained a glimmer of color at a visible speed, her tightly furrowed brows slowly relaxed, and she seemed to have a great weight lifted off her shoulders, her breathing becoming much smoother.

Lu Jun continued his movements, manipulating the exquisite power of ice elements, like the gentlest stream, slowly flowing into Leng Yaozhu's limbs and bones.

This force does not bring severe cold, but rather contains vibrant life, gently nourishing and repairing her damaged meridians and internal organs.

At the same time, with a casual wave of his other hand, the pool of blood on the ground, along with its odor, was instantly frozen, purified, and reduced to nothingness by the extreme low temperature, as if it had never existed.

Leng Yulai's tense nerves finally relaxed, and she let out a long sigh of relief. Her gaze towards Lu Jun was filled with gratitude and amazement.
"I didn't expect you to be so skilled in healing. We tried all sorts of methods before, even the highest-grade healing pills, but we couldn't do anything about the unique and domineering soul power of the Qian Gu family. We could only watch helplessly as it continued to erode us."

"Did Qian Gu Die Ting do this?"

Lu Jun's voice was low and hoarse, as if suppressing a volcano about to erupt, making the room temperature seem to drop a few degrees.

Leng Yaozhu nodded slightly, a bitter look appearing on her face:
"It's him. We never expected that this old monster would still be alive... Moreover, his cultivation has already touched the edge of the god level, and he is probably only one step away from the true god level."

What caused the conflict?

Lu Jun pressed for more information, demanding to know the whole truth.

Leng Yaozhu took a deep breath and slowly began to speak:
"...The root cause is that our Leng family has been too aggressive in our efforts at the Spirit Pagoda lately. Of course, this is largely due to you."

"You may not have paid special attention to the recent public opinion trend... Inside the Spirit Pagoda, from top to bottom, many elders and middle-level cadres have held several meetings and discussions. They all believe that with your achievements, strength and influence, it is the most correct choice and the one that best serves the future interests of the Spirit Pagoda to appoint you as the tower master."

She paused, then continued explaining:
"Your improvements to the Spirit Ascension Platform have brought innovation and enormous benefits to the Spirit Pagoda, and your achievements are outstanding. More importantly, with your current status as the number one genius in the Douluo Continent and your soaring fame, as well as your numerous contributions in Federation operations, therefore... if you were to take charge of the Spirit Pagoda, it would be enough to elevate the Spirit Pagoda's reputation and power to a new level, even to the point where it could directly confront the Federation."

"This is an intolerable threat to the ancient family that has always held the position of Tower Master."

"Therefore, during your time on the Eastern Continent, they began to relentlessly suppress and ostracize our Leng family in secret."

"As the current head of the Leng family, I naturally bear the brunt of the pressure from the ancient family."

"Originally, with my newly promoted Limit Douluo cultivation, the power of the Ultimate Flame, and the power amplification you once gave me, I was able to contend with Qian Gu Dongfeng, and even overpower him."

"But I never expected that... that guy Qian Gu Dong Feng, I don't know what method he used, actually broke through to the quasi-god realm as well."

"I can't hold them off alone. What's worse is that Qian Gu Die Ting, that old codger who was rumored to have passed away, is still alive. He and Qian Gu Dong Feng joined forces to launch a sneak attack. I... am outnumbered."

Her words were filled with a deep sense of powerlessness and resentment. (End of Chapter)