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

Tang Wulin's eyes lit up, like a hungry traveler seeing a feast, and he quickly responded:
"Yes, Master Gu!"

He turned to his companions, his face a mixture of apology and excitement:
"Everyone, I'll stay here to study for now. Once my battle armor is complete, I'll immediately head to the Western Continent to join you!"

"Go for it, boss! Keep it up! Strive to become the second master craftsman in our team as soon as possible. From now on, our battle armor repairs will depend on you!"

Xie Xie patted him on the back with a grin.

"must!"

Tang Wulin nodded emphatically, and without further delay, quickly followed Gu Chenyu toward the heavy stone door on the inside of the forging room that led to the materials warehouse.

The stone door slowly closed behind the two, shutting out the laughter and light from outside.

"Let's go, let's go. If we stay any longer, Master Gu might use his forging hammer to kick us out."

With Wu Siduo and Yuan Enyehui supporting him on either side, Lu Jun slowly moved toward the entrance of the forging room.

After a short rest and some water, he regained some strength. Although his steps were still unsteady, at least he no longer needed to rely entirely on others to walk.

He was surrounded by people, like stars around the moon, yet with a touch of careful protection, as they walked out of the forging sanctuary filled with the smell of metal and sweat.

The sun was shining brightly outside, and the afternoon light streamed through the association's tall glass dome, making it slightly dazzling.

Lu Jun subconsciously narrowed his eyes. The hustle and bustle of Tiandou City rushed towards him like a tidal wave.

The streets were bustling with traffic and pedestrians, the shouts of vendors, the horns of the soul-guided vehicles, and the laughter of children intertwined to create a vibrant background soundscape.

The air was filled with the sweet aroma of freshly baked pastries, the complex scents of condiment stalls, and the refreshing, invigorating fragrance emanating from the city's spiritual energy circulation system.

This contrasts sharply and strongly with the extreme focus, heat, and dullness of the forging room, as well as the unique coldness of the metal.

It was as if I had stepped back from a secluded, myth-creating furnace into the vibrant, ordinary yet infinitely possible world of everyday life.

"Brother Lu, you really need to rest." Xu Xiaoyan's gaze fell on Lu Jun's still pale face, and her worry was almost overflowing.

The captain she remembered, who was always at ease and whose clothes never seemed to get dirty, now looked like he had been drained of all his energy and was so fragile that it was heartbreaking.

“Perfect timing, let’s head straight back to Mingdu,” Wu Siduo said, firmly supporting Lu Jun’s arm and leading him toward a quieter side street. Her voice left no room for argument.

"Don't think about anything. Go back and rest immediately. Sleep for a whole day to recharge your energy, and then go to the Sun Moon Royal Soul Master Academy to prepare for your business..."

"Oh ho," Lu Jun let her support him, turned his face to the side, and a tired but still mischievous smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. "This itinerary is quite well arranged, Secretary Wu. You're becoming more and more like a personal assistant."

"Secretary, secretary and such..." Wu Siduo paused almost imperceptibly, and a faint blush rose to her fair ears at a visible speed.

She looked away, and her voice dropped a beat:

"No, no! I just... saw that you were too tired!" "Okay, okay, thank you for your concern." Lu Jun readily agreed and stopped teasing her, turning to look at Le Zhengyu and the others.

"Brother Lu, you should go back and rest first. We also need to prepare our luggage and set off for the Western Continent as soon as possible." Le Zhengyu said seriously, and the others nodded in agreement. "You are now the pillar of our Douluo Continent, so you must get yourself into the best condition."

"Don't worry, I know what's important." Lu Jun put away his joking expression, nodded seriously, and waved to them. "Be careful on your journey. Once you reach the Western Continent, follow the Blood God Legion's arrangements and adapt to the environment as soon as possible."

"Understood!" everyone responded in unison. After a brief farewell to Lu Jun and Wu Siduo, they dispersed, their steps already carrying the composure and vigor of those about to head to the front lines.

On the side of the street, only Lu Jun, Wu Siduo, and Tang Wutong, who had been standing quietly a little distance away with her long pinkish-blue hair gently swaying in the breeze, remained.

She seemed somewhat lost, her gaze occasionally drifting towards Lu Jun before quickly looking away, like a cat observing an unfamiliar environment but hesitant to approach.

Lu Jun glanced at her, his tone indifferent:

"What are you still standing there for? Let's go, let's go back."

Wu Siduo was in a dilemma. She frowned, observing Lu Jun's still unsteady gait and the lingering weariness between his brows.

The distance from Tiandou City to Mingdu is not short.

Normally, with Lu Jun's cultivation level, flying through the air would only take a short while.

However, in order to cooperate with Gu Chenyu to complete those three sets of divine-level battle armor, his mental and soul power were almost squeezed to the limit. He could barely stand, let alone fly long distances.

“In your condition… flying back is probably not an option,” Wu Siduo pondered. “How about… we take the Soul Guidance Train? It’ll be slower, but you can rest properly on the way.”

"A soul-guided train?!" Upon hearing this, Lu Jun suddenly jolted awake, his listless spirits lifting slightly. He shook his head vigorously, "No way! Absolutely not! I'd rather die than ride a soul-guided train!"

A hint of lingering fear even appeared on his face as he lowered his voice, as if he were saying something taboo:
"Haven't you heard? The first law of Douluo Continent: if the protagonist rides a soul-guided train, something bad is bound to happen. It'll either be attacked, derailed, or some other unexpected situation... In my entire journey, every time I've been involved with this metal lump, it's been a heart-stopping, near-death experience. Absolutely not! This flag can't be raised!"

Wu Siduo was taken aback by his overreaction and his seemingly absurd yet strangely reasonable set of rules, and then she was somewhat amused and exasperated:

"Then... how about contacting Speaker Xu and requesting a high-speed soul-guided fighter? That's fast and reliable."

“There’s no need to make a big fuss.” Lu Jun waved his hand, rejecting the suggestion. “Right now, every part of the Federation’s military force is focused on the Abyss cleanup operation. It’s more appropriate to leave the fighter jets to them to carry out the mission.”

His gaze slowly shifted to Tang Wutong, who had remained silent beside him, and the mischievous smile returned to the corner of his mouth.

"Look, isn't there a ready-made means of transportation?" He gestured with his chin, indicating, "Your Excellency, a first-level deity, taking two people back to Mingdu should be... a piece of cake, right?"

Tang Wutong's light blue eyes widened suddenly, a look of surprise flashing across her beautiful face, followed by a surge of resentment and frustration at being used as a tool.

This person... how could they do this! What do they take me for!

A god-level mount?! That's outrageous! (End of Chapter)