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

After a while, Wu Siduo's long eyelashes trembled, and she slowly opened her eyes, her gaze bright and clear, indicating that she had gained a lot.

She was about to say something when Lu Jun stood up and naturally extended his hand to her.

"Let's go, it's time to go back."

Wu Siduo hesitated for a moment, then placed her hand in his palm.

Lu Jun gently grasped her hand and led her out of the room, away from the huge ship docked in the harbor.

Stepping onto the open deck, the sea breeze caressed my face, carrying a salty, damp scent.

Lu Jun suddenly stopped, turned his head to look at her, and abruptly asked:
"By the way, you have two options for how to get back. One is for me to fly you directly back to Mingdu, and the other is for us to fly back on our swords. Which one would you like to choose?"

Wu Siduo was taken aback by his question:
Is there a... difference?

"Yes." Lu Jun nodded and explained seriously, "The main difference lies in the level of comfort, and... my current mood."

Wu Siduo thought about it and realized that flying on a sword at least allowed her to sit, which seemed more stable and comfortable.

"Then... I'll choose sword flight."

"Oh, what a pity." Lu Jun's face revealed an almost wicked smile. Before Wu Siduo could react to what that smile meant, he quickly added, "I'm in a good mood today, and suddenly I don't want to fly on my sword."

Wu Siduo: "?"

What kind of illogical reasoning is this?

Then what's the point of asking me?!

However, before she could even voice her protest, Lu Jun tightened his grip on her wrist. The next moment, an irresistible force lifted her up from the ground, sending her soaring into the sky like an arrow.

"Wait, wait a minute—! Lu Jun! You never intended to give me a choice from the beginning, did you?!!!!"

In the clear high sky, only the girl's screams, a mixture of panic and accusation, remained as she was torn apart by the rapid airflow, quickly dissipating into the howling wind and the vast sea and sky.

The icy blue streak of light had already torn through the clouds and disappeared at an astonishing speed towards the center of the continent.

While Lu Jun and Wu Siduo were cultivating on the Glory, another silent yet turbulent confrontation was unfolding on the other side of Mingdu.

Federal Speaker Xu Tiandi did not wait for Lu Jun's visit at headquarters, but instead left the heavily guarded core area on his own.

Without bringing many followers, but with a hidden agenda, they arrived at a quiet dormitory area behind the Spirit Pagoda, reserved for high-ranking personnel.

His goal was clear.

The courtyard where Di Yue and Di Tian lived.

The speaker's sudden visit immediately put Di Tian, ​​who was in the courtyard instructing Di Yue on her cultivation, on edge.

His tall figure moved half a step to the side without making a sound, blocking Di Yue's way. His golden eyes were sharp as knives as he warily stared at the uninvited figure.

Di Yue also subconsciously took a half step back, hiding behind Di Tian's broad shoulders, peeking out half of her face, her clear eyes filled with doubt and a hint of unease.

Today, Emperor Xu was not wearing his formal speaker's uniform, but rather a well-tailored dark gray casual outfit, and he was still leaning on his cane.

He wore a near-perfect, gentle, and aloof smile, as if he were truly just a visiting guest.

He spoke first, his voice steady, yet carrying an undeniable aura of authority:
"Senior Di Tian, ​​Miss Di Yue, please forgive my intrusion. I have no ill intentions in coming here, but I would like to ask Miss Di Yue for a small favor."

He seemed afraid the other person would be too nervous, so he deliberately adopted a humble posture and spoke with an almost intentionally sincere tone:
"I, Xu, hereby swear to the heavens, with my own martial spirit and future cultivation foundation as proof, that I have come here with absolutely no intention of harming Miss Di Yue in the slightest." "If I break this oath and dare to touch a single hair on Miss Di Yue's head, may I be struck by lightning, my soul and spirit be destroyed, and may I never be reincarnated."

For Soul Masters, swearing an oath with their Martial Soul and cultivation foundation is an unquestionable binding force and a matter of great importance.

Di Tian's tense expression eased slightly, and the wariness in Di Yue's eyes also dissipated a little.

But doubts remain.

What small favor does Emperor Xu Tiandi, the speaker who stands at the pinnacle of human power and strength, need from the auspicious beasts of the Emperor?
Di Tian asked in a deep voice:

"What does Speaker Xu need Yue'er to do?"

Emperor Xu smiled slightly, his gaze falling on Di Yue. His eyes were deep, as if he were admiring a peerless treasure, yet they also carried an uncomfortable sense of assessing its value.

"What else could it be?"

He spoke casually, as if he were talking about something perfectly natural.

"Naturally, it needs the unique auspicious blessing of the Emperor Beast, which originates from the very source of the plane."

"This blessing can bring me immeasurable good fortune. In a sense, it can even be said to be the initial recognition and favor of this world and the will of this plane, isn't it?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Di Tian's golden pupils suddenly contracted, as if he had realized some extremely astonishing possibility. For the first time, a look of shock and anger appeared on his face, and he roared in a low voice, almost as if he were shouting from his throat:

"You...you've really gone to such lengths? You want to take..."

"Shh-"

Xu Tiandi suddenly extended an index finger and held it firmly in front of his lips, making a shushing gesture.

His smile remained unchanged, but his eyes instantly became unfathomable, like two bottomless ancient wells.

"As expected of the senior Emperor Tian who has lived for so long, he is very knowledgeable and understands things very quickly."

He spoke slowly, his tone carrying an almost admiring quality.

"But sometimes, knowing too much and speaking too clearly can easily lead to trouble. What I admire are those smart people who know the truth but know when to play dumb."

He tilted his head slightly, his gaze meeting Di Tian's burning eyes, and asked, word by word:

"Aren't you right, Di Tian?"

"Are you threatening me?"

Di Tian's voice was icy, and an extremely subtle yet chilling dragon's might began to gather around him, making the air seem to thicken.

"So what if I threaten you?"

Xu Tiandi's answer was understated, yet it carried an absolute certainty based on his strength and power.

He paused slightly in his hand holding the cane, the tip of the cane touching the ground with a soft "thud".

With that soft sound, almost simultaneously, hundreds of extremely subtle yet precisely targeted soul-guided energy fluctuations lit up around the once tranquil dormitory area, precisely locking onto the small courtyard.

A cold, chilling, and well-trained aura enveloped the entire courtyard like an invisible net.

That was the Federation's most elite Imperial Guard, equipped with the most advanced stealth and attack soul tools, which had already completed the encirclement silently. (End of Chapter)