Douluo Dragon King: Light and Darkness, Starting with the Punishment of Light

Congratulations, little brother!

Leng Yaozhu looked at the glowing metal core array in front of her, a smile playing on her lips.

Her gaze lingered on the piece of metal for a moment before returning to Zhou Wei, her surprise impossible to conceal.

one day.

Just one day.

From picking up the carving knife to independently completing a level one core magic array, it would take most people at least three to five months, and even those with good talent would need at least a month.

He did it in just one morning.

Leng Yaozhu felt a slight tremor in her heart.

She has seen too many so-called geniuses.

Every year on the Awakening Day, a group of exceptionally talented children emerge from the Spirit Pagoda, many of whom are highly sought-after by various factions.

But those who can demonstrate such talent in the field of mecha manufacturing...

She searched through her memory but couldn't find a second one.

Learn to inscribe a first-level core magic array in one day.

This goes beyond simply being described as "having good talent".

She suppressed her surprise, keeping a straight face, and simply reached out to pinch his cheek.

This is her usual gesture; after praising someone, she always has to rub their hands a couple of times to feel comfortable.

"So, you have to pay attention in class." Her finger was already pointing. "Don't waste your talent."

Zhou Wei turned his head to the side and dodged it.

Leng Yaozhu's hand froze in mid-air.

The meditation room fell silent for a moment.

"oops"

Her voice suddenly rose half a tone, and her crimson eyes narrowed slightly, revealing a dangerous glint.

"Still dare to hide?"

Before Zhou Wei could run away, Leng Yaozhu had already pounced on him.

This time she was prepared, and used both hands to accurately pinch his cheeks.

"I told you to hide!" she said irritably, pinching him.

"Sister, sister, sister—it hurts, it hurts!" Zhou Wei's words were muffled by the pinching.

Leng Yaozhu looked down at him, a hint of smugness on her beautiful face: "Not paying attention in class, dodging your sister's hand, and you dare to complain about the pain?"

"I wasn't distracted! I was drawing it seriously!" Zhou Wei tried to explain, his voice distorted by his manipulation.

"Paying close attention to detail?" Leng Yaozhu tightened her grip slightly. "Then who was daydreaming before? Hmm?"

Zhou Wei was immediately speechless.

Seeing his embarrassed look, Leng Yaozhu finally let go with satisfaction and casually ruffled his hair.

"Alright, I'll let you off this time." She took a step back, crossed her arms, and said with a hint of amusement, "If you dare to hide again..."

She paused, deliberately drawing out her words: "It's not as simple as just pinching someone's cheeks."

Forget it.

If you get pinched, so be it.

It doesn't hurt anyway.

You must study hard.

Leng Yaozhu crossed her arms over her chest and her tone became serious.

"I've found you many famous teachers, all because of my influence—otherwise they wouldn't teach you."

Zhou Wei felt a warmth in his heart and nodded quickly.

"Every morning after physical training, they come here to learn mecha design and mecha manufacturing."

She counted on her fingers, "I'll take you to practical training this afternoon."

Later, I'll find you a teacher to see what the relationship is between your mental strength and your separated martial soul.

"Understood, thank you, sister!"

"It's alright, I'm glad you understand my good intentions." Leng Yaozhu smiled and reached out to ruffle his hair again. "Remember to repay your sister in the future."

In the end, she couldn't hold back anymore and chuckled softly.

Zhou Wei raised his head and looked at the smiling face in front of him.

He felt a warmth in his heart.

Although the protagonist knows that she values ​​her talent and wants to invest in the future of the Leng family.

But isn't the process of getting along with someone the same one where feelings develop over time?

He could feel it over the days.

This woman is really good to me.

"Oh, right," Leng Yaozhu suddenly remembered something, "I also found you a friend."

"A buddy?" Zhou Wei was taken aback.

"Oh, right." She blinked, a hint of mischief in her voice.

"She's a beautiful young lady."

She'll be your junior sister then!

Zhou Wei's eyes widened suddenly.

A pretty girl? A junior sister?

Countless thoughts flashed through his mind in an instant.

Who?

Who is it from the original work?

Could it be that person?

"Could it be—" His voice trembled slightly, "who is it, sister?"

Leng Yaozhu reached out and flicked his forehead.

"What's the rush?"

She turned and walked towards the door of the cultivation room, her long, crimson hair swaying gently behind her, leaving behind a sentence that floated in the air:

"You'll see it this afternoon."

Zhou Wei stood there, watching her departing figure.

"Little beauty... junior sister..." Zhou Wei murmured to himself, desperately trying to recall which female characters would appear in this timeline.

Guyue?

impossible?

Didn't she come to the Spirit Pagoda after arriving in the East Sea?

Na'er?

That's not right either.

Or is it one of the Shrek Seven Devils?

Zhou Wei walked and thought, but none of them matched up.

Yuan En Ye Hui? That's a power-type fighter, and he's older than him.

Ye Xinglan? She's staying at Shrek Academy just fine.

Never mind, we'll see when the time comes.

He quickened his pace to catch up with the fiery red figure ahead.

Whoever she is, having dinner with my sister is the priority.

The deputy tower master's meals must be quite good.

After a long day of hard work, you need to replenish your energy!

"Wait for me, sister—I want to eat with you!"

Leng Yaozhu didn't turn her head, but slowed her pace slightly.

"They're certainly eager to freeload off you."

"Of course!" Zhou Wei caught up with her in a few steps, walking beside her with a grin. "Sis's treating, how could I miss it?"

Leng Yaozhu glanced at him, her lips curving slightly, but she didn't say anything.

Two figures, one tall and one short, disappeared side by side at the end of the corridor.

Afternoon, training ground.

In the center of the spacious field, Zhou Wei had changed into a light training outfit, and his forehead was slightly sweaty.

Dar and Sarod stood on either side of him, also maintaining a vigilant stance.

Leng Yaozhu stood opposite him, arms crossed, and said.

"Your training is too slow."

She spoke, her tone not harsh, yet it carried an undeniable sense of pressure.

"What can you do when your martial spirit attacks forward? Think about it!"

Zhou Wei was taken aback and subconsciously looked straight ahead.

That was the direction Dar and Sarod had charged from; the two little guys were working together perfectly.

They moved from the left and right, forcing the imaginary enemy to retreat step by step.

And what about himself?

Standing still. Watching.

Leng Yaozhu saw through his thoughts and raised an eyebrow: "Did you see that? Your martial spirit is charging ahead, and you're just standing behind as a spectator?"

"Your current fighting style is essentially treating your detached martial spirit as a ranged weapon."

"Let them out, let them fight it out, and I'll just watch from behind." Leng Yaozhu walked up to him. "But you forgot one thing."

She stretched out a finger and poked it into his chest: "No matter how strong they are, you are the true form."

Zhou Wei paused for a moment, then nodded seriously: "I understand."

"Good to know." Leng Yaozhu withdrew her hand, her tone softening slightly. "Also, although you're not a Soul Master, you still need to hone your combat skills, that's a priority."

She turned around, walked to the edge of the training ground, took a wooden sword from the weapon rack, weighed it in her hand, put it back, and replaced it with a lighter one.

"You don't rely on a martial spirit to enhance your physical attributes, so your physique, reaction speed, and combat instincts all need to be built up through daily training." She walked back and tossed the wooden sword to Zhou Wei. "There are no shortcuts."

Zhou Wei took the wooden sword and gripped the hilt tightly.

"Come on, continue." Leng Yaozhu stood in front of him, her hands empty. "Attack me."

Row!

Zhou Wei gripped his wooden sword, preparing to launch the next attack.

A figure suddenly appeared at the doorway.

Leng Yaozhu tilted her head slightly, a smile playing on her lips.

She raised her hand to signal Zhou Wei to stop, and nodded towards the door.

"They're here."

coming?

Zhou Wei was taken aback and turned to look in the direction she was looking.

The door to the training ground had been pushed open at some point.

A tall, slender figure stood quietly at the doorway.

Then, the figure stepped in.

Silver hair!

Purple eyes!

Is this Guyue?

No, those hair and eyes belong to Gu Yuena!

Her features were so exquisite that she didn't look real.

Her eyebrows were like distant mountains shrouded in mist, her nose like a piece of fine jade, and her lips were slightly pursed, exuding a cool and aloof air.

Her skin was as white as snow, almost transparent.

He stood there, aloof and otherworldly, as if he were untouched by worldly affairs.

"Hello there."

Gu Yuena walked up to him, bowed slightly, and looked at him calmly with her purple eyes.

"First time meeting."

My name is Gu Yue.