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

Chapter 938 Guiding Tang Wutong

Tang Wutong remained silent for a moment.

“Revenge.” Tang Wutong’s eyelashes trembled slightly. “Revenge against his father. This is the core that has sustained him for ten thousand years.”

"That's the goal, not what you want."

Lu Jun turned around, his profile outlined in the twilight with a sharp silhouette.

What a person wants and what he must do are often two different things.

"Huo Yuhao must take revenge, must protect Douluo Star, and must fight against the Crimson Domain. These are responsibilities, obsessions, and shackles."

"But what about himself? Stripped of all identities and missions, what does that man named Huo Yuhao want?"

Tang Wutong opened her mouth, but no sound came out.

Perhaps she could have answered this question 10,000 years ago.

The boy who grills fish by the lake, fights desperately for his friends, and blushes awkwardly in front of her wants very simple things: family, friends, a peaceful life, and his wife, Orange.

But now?

Six thousand years of solitary vigil, four thousand years of self-exile, and three hundred years of patient planning.

Such a long period of time is enough to grind any simple wish into powder and then recast it into a completely different shape.

"He wanted..." Tang Wutong's voice was so soft it was almost inaudible, "to end it."

Lu Jun nodded.

"That's right. End it all."

"Whether it's hatred, responsibility, loneliness, or this life that's so long it's suffocating."

"So he doesn't care whether the means are honorable or not, or how others see it. For him, the end itself is the greatest relief."

He paused, then continued:

"This is also his most dangerous place."

"A person who is fearless, carefree, and only wants to end everything will either become a saint who saves the world or a madman who destroys the world."

"And Huo Yuhao is standing on that blurred dividing line."

The air in the living room seemed to freeze.

Tang Wutong finally raised her head and looked directly into Lu Jun's eyes:
"And what about you? Now that you know all this, what do you plan to do? Go to the Shrek City ruins a month from now, to stop him, or..."

"I'm going to see him."

Lu Jun said this without any hesitation.

"But not to stop it, nor to help it. I just want to see what this work, sculpted over ten thousand years by fate, time, hatred, and responsibility, has become."

A faint smile curved his lips, devoid of warmth, revealing only an almost cold interest.

"Besides, I really want to see those two things he has, the Eye of Asura and the Sword of the King."

"A divine artifact that embodies ten thousand years of faith, a sword of authority that has drunk the blood of emperors—such a weapon is worthy of a god-king's final stage."

"Of course, he has already issued a challenge to me, so I naturally accepted his challenge and then defeated him."

Tang Wutong suddenly felt a chill.

This was the first time she had realized it so clearly.

The seemingly calm young man in front of you may not be much more normal than Huo Yuhao at heart.

That pure curiosity about immense power, the calm analysis of extreme existences, and the subtle anticipation of the upcoming showdown.

All of this exudes an almost inhuman sense of detachment.

"Aren't you afraid?" she couldn't help but ask. "He is a God-King. Even if he's not in full strength, even if he's only at his peak temporarily, he still possesses the power of a God-King."

"And... he has nothing left to lose."

Lu Jun smiled.

This time, there was finally a hint of genuine meaning in his smile.

"afraid?"

He repeated the word, as if savoring something new.

"Tang Wutong, do you know? The most terrifying people in this world are never those with immense power, but those who don't know what they want." "Huo Yuhao knows exactly what he wants, and that's enough. A clear goal means a predictable logic of action, and predictability means..."

He didn't finish speaking.

But Tang Wutong understood the unspoken message:

Predictability means that it can be dealt with, calculated, and even exploited.

The last rays of sunlight sank below the horizon outside the window.

The automatic sensor lights in the villa quietly turned on, filling every corner of the living room with soft light.

Lu Jun sat back down on the sofa, his posture as relaxed as if he were discussing tomorrow's weather:

"Alright, I've said everything I needed to say. I need to make some preparations over the next month. Huo Yuhao is accumulating strength, and I can't go empty-handed."

He looked at Tang Wutong:

"What about you? Are you staying here, continuing to follow me, or perhaps going to talk to Huo Yuhao?"

"Of course, I won't let you meet him, but you still have countless ways to get in touch with Huo Yuhao. It all depends on what you do."

"As long as I don't meet him in person, that's enough."

Upon hearing this, Tang Wutong remained silent for a long time.

“I’m staying here,” she said. “There are some things… I want to see how they end.”

Lu Jun did not object, he simply nodded:
"There's food in the fridge, so cook for yourself if you get hungry. Tell everyone I'm going into seclusion for a while, and unless the sky falls, don't bother me."

After he finished speaking, he turned and walked towards the stairs, his steps steady and without the slightest hesitation.

As he reached the corner of the stairs, he suddenly stopped and turned half his face to the side:
"Oh, right, Tang Wutong."

"Ok?"

"Your swordsmanship..."

Lu Jun's voice came from the shadows, carrying a hint of something elusive.

"If you really want to forge your own path, stop imitating anyone and stop trying to please Huo Yuhao."

"Your obsession with Huo Yuhao will not yield any results or benefits."

"Huo Yuhao's sword is the sword of a king, it drinks the blood of emperors, and it cuts down worldly power—that is his way, not yours."

Instead of blindly chasing after Huo Yuhao and trying to win his love, you should try to unleash your own true charm.

He paused, then continued:

"Tang Wutong, you don't need to become anyone, nor do you need to practice that morbid love for Huo Yuhao. You have been chasing him for ten thousand years."

"How about we try a different approach? You are you, go and show Huo Yuhao your own perfect self."

After giving Tang Wutong some pointers, Lu Jun returned to his room.

Tang Wutong stood alone in the center of the living room, remaining motionless for a long time.

Night had completely fallen outside the window, and her somewhat hazy reflection was shown in the glass.

As she looked at the shadow, she suddenly remembered that a long, long time ago, by the shore of Poseidon Lake, someone had said something similar to her.

"Tang Wutong, I don't want you to become anyone else. You are you, you are Tang Wutong, not Wang Dong'er."

"And he's not my good brother Wang Dong either."

"Please have some self-respect. I only recognize my good brother Wang Dong, not some so-called Tang Wutong."

The person who said this had a pair of bright eyes and a youthful smile. Back then, he was always very polite to everyone.

And now, the owner of those eyes is gathering power in the ruins thousands of miles away, enough to cleave stars, preparing to complete a revenge that has lasted for ten thousand years.

And what about her?
Tang Wutong raised her hand, and a surge of soul power flowed from her palm. A long sword with a pink halo slowly condensed into shape.

This is her sword, the sword of the goddess of beauty.

She stared at her own eyes reflected in the sword.

Then, he slowly gripped the sword hilt and returned to his room.

(End of this chapter)