Douluo Dragon King: Here we come! Golden Dragon King!

When the elderly man in charge of logistics rushed to the canteen kitchen, the entire kitchen exuded an inexplicable eeriness.

The old man, leaning against the doorframe, was panting heavily, his face flushed red. It took him a long time to finally manage to squeeze out a complete sentence:

"Those steamed buns... those buns from just now! The meat filling was spoiled! Eating them will cause food poisoning!"

The air in the kitchen froze for a moment, then everyone erupted in chaos!

Everyone stared at the old man with an expression that said, "Why didn't you say so sooner?"

The old man felt his scalp tingle under everyone's stares. Just as he was about to explain that he had only just received the notice, he saw the old woman's expression change from understanding to helplessness, and she pointed in the direction of the cafeteria.

The old man looked in the direction she was pointing, and his jaw nearly dropped to the floor.

Numerous trainees lay sprawled on the ground floor of the cafeteria, some curled up clutching their stomachs, others completely unconscious. Several tables had been overturned, and steamed buns and vegetable soup were spilled all over the floor.

The trainees who were still standing tried to squeeze towards the door in fear, but the tightly closed door blocked their way out.

The cafeteria has set meal times, and there are strict regulations on when the main gate is open. Students are not allowed to enter or leave outside of these times.

This was originally intended to prevent students from sneaking in to eat snacks outside of mealtimes, but now this tightly sealed door has turned the entire first-floor cafeteria into a closed-off battleground!

……

When Tang Wulin woke up again, he was greeted by a snow-white ceiling.

His stomach was churning, and with difficulty he turned his head to see two silent faces.

Wu Changkong stood by the window, his hands behind his back, looking out the window.

Ye Yingluo sat on a chair by the bed, her arms crossed over her chest. She occasionally glanced at Wu Changkong, but her attention remained focused on Tang Wulin.

Upon seeing that Tang Wulin had woken up, both teachers turned their attention to him.

Tang Wulin tried to sit up, but his stomach churned again, so he had to stay lying down. He pieced together the fragments of his memory before he fainted—steamed buns, steamed buns, and more steamed buns, more than eighty steamed buns, and the meat filling was rotten!

"Tang Wulin".

Wu Changkong spoke first, seemingly considering his words, and after a moment of silence, he continued, "Do you know what happened afterward?"

Tang Wulin was stunned for a moment. What happened next?

His last memory was of being in the cafeteria, surrounded by a crowd watching him eat steamed buns, when he suddenly experienced severe stomach pain and everything went black.

He has no recollection of what happened after that.

He shook his head, about to say he didn't know, when a thought suddenly flashed through his mind that sent chills down his spine.

It must have been done by the Golden Dragon King!

He sprang out of bed, ignoring the churning in his stomach, and frantically gestured in the air, stammering an apology to the two teachers: "I'm sorry! Teachers! I'm so sorry! That wasn't me... no, it was definitely me, but I didn't control it!"

In short, I'm really very sorry!

Seeing his flustered state, Ye Yingluo sighed and said in a tone that was both helpless and at a loss for what to do with him, "You don't need to apologize to either of us."

You should apologize to all the first and second-year students you defeated.

Tang Wulin paused. All the first and second-year students he had defeated?

He lay back on the bed numbly, listening to Ye Yingluo recount the whole story from beginning to end.

It turns out that after he was poisoned and fell into a coma, some kind classmates tried to help him up.

But just as the other person bent down, Tang Wulin, who had been unconscious, suddenly opened his eyes.

Immediately afterwards, the classmate who had kindly helped him was sent flying.

Before the surrounding students could react to what was happening, several more students who had criticized him for "hitting people" were knocked to the ground in succession.

The news spread like wildfire, and with many students in the cafeteria already suffering from food poisoning and stomach pain, the chaos quickly escalated into a tragedy.

There are over a hundred seriously injured trainees, and many more with minor injuries. As for the overturned tables and broken plates, the cafeteria staff are still cleaning up while cursing.

Tang Wulin turned pale after hearing this.

He clutched his hair with both hands, buried his head in his knees, and said in a muffled voice with obvious frustration, "I should have just not eaten it... or eaten less, then it wouldn't have come out..."

Wu Changkong glanced at Ye Yingluo without saying anything more, but Ye Yingluo understood the meaning behind that look.

She stood up, straightened her clothes, said, "I'm going to check on the other students," and then went out the door.

Only the master and his apprentice remained in the room.

Wu Changkong looked at Tang Wulin and asked bluntly, "Did the monster inside you escape and take over your body?"

Tang Wulin nodded.

Wu Changkong nodded slightly without showing any surprise, as if it were nothing out of the ordinary.

Tang Wulin had been by his side for three years, and as his teacher, he knew Tang Wulin's character all too well.

His students wouldn't cause trouble, so it must be that monster causing the trouble.

Wu Changkong stepped forward, placed a hand on Tang Wulin's shoulder, and patted him.

His touch wasn't heavy, but when his hand landed on my shoulder, it carried a reassuring calmness.

I will find a way to handle this.

But you must make sure that monster doesn't get out again afterwards.

Tang Wulin nodded heavily, then he raised his head, his eyes filled with guilt but even more so with determination: "But I still need to personally apologize to those classmates who were injured."

"That's natural."

Wu Changkong did not deny it, then he changed the subject.

"That monster... under what circumstances would it take over your body?"

Wasn't it the same one that defeated the Dark Phoenix in the wilderness three years ago?

Tang Wulin knew that there was no point in hiding it from his teacher anymore. Three years ago, his teacher had witnessed what the Golden Dragon King looked like after it took over his body. The commotion in the cafeteria just now had directly exposed the evidence to the entire school.

He organized his thoughts and slowly began to speak: "That monster... it's sealed inside me."

There are several seals, and each time a seal is broken, a portion of its power is restored.

The moment the seal was broken, it could choose to forcibly take over my consciousness.

However, the time limit is only three minutes; it will automatically deactivate after three minutes.

"Anything else?" Wu Changkong asked.

"Besides, as long as my will remains, I can forcibly suppress it."

"But... there is another possibility."

"It's like what I just described; if I completely lose consciousness, such as from poisoning and falling into a coma, it can take advantage of that vulnerability."

After listening, Wu Changkong did not reply immediately. He looked at Tang Wulin, and after a moment, his tone was as calm as ever, but Tang Wulin always felt that there was something else pressing under that calmness.

"I will keep a close eye on you from now on."

After saying that, he walked towards the door, but stopped halfway there, turned his head, and added another sentence.

Shrek's motto is: "Those who dare not cause trouble are mediocre."

But the trouble you've caused this time is far too big.