Douluo: Son of Destruction of Life, Supreme Creator!

Gu Linyuan picked up Zhu Zhuqing and his soul power, containing the power of life, surged towards her body.

"Long Yuan, let her go."

Dai Mubai finally couldn't hold back any longer. Watching Long Yuan carry his fiancée in a princess carry, he felt as if he had been cuckolded.

Are you sure you want to block my way?

Gu Linyuan raised his eyes, a murderous intent flashing in them.

"you!"

Dai Mubai's face turned deathly pale, and for a moment he dared not meet his gaze.

"Coward. No wonder Zhu Qing doesn't like you."

Gu Linyuan shook his head and walked down from the Soul Battle Arena.

"Regarding today's matter, I hope the person in charge of your Soul Arena can provide me with a perfect solution." Gu Linyuan said calmly as he looked at the person in charge who was anxiously walking towards the Soto City Great Soul Arena.

"Yes, Lord Longyuan, those who break the rules will pay the price." A hint of ferocity flashed in the person in charge's eyes. How dare someone disrupt his business? They deserve to die.

Chapter 22 Zhu Zhuqing drinks the Water of Life and breaks through to level 29 in cultivation.

Zhu Zhuqing had a dream.

In her dream, she was in a boundless forest.

Towering ancient trees block out the sun, casting dappled light and shadows through their branches and leaves, and the air is filled with the fragrance of grass and trees.

She walked barefoot on the soft grass, step by step.

As we walked, a huge ancient tree appeared ahead.

The tree soared into the clouds, its trunk so thick that it would take dozens of people to encircle it, and its canopy, like a giant umbrella, covered half the sky.

Most amazingly, the tree emitted a soft green light, as if it were carved from jade.

Every leaf is glowing, every branch is breathing.

Zhu Zhuqing stood in front of the ancient tree, looking up at it, and a strange, indescribable emotion welled up in her heart.

warmth.

Peace of mind.

It felt like returning to my mother's embrace.

She reached out without thinking, wanting to touch the trunk of the ancient tree.

The moment her fingertips touched the bark, a warm liquid rushed into her throat.

She is drinking water.

Someone fed her water.

The water was very sweet, with a faint fragrance of grass and trees. It flowed down my throat and into my stomach, then turned into a warm current that flowed to my limbs and bones.

So comfortable.

It feels like soaking in a hot spring.

It's like lying in the spring sunshine.

All the fatigue, all the aches and pains, all the hidden ailments, gradually dissipated in that warm airflow.

Her body was becoming lighter.

Her soul power is becoming abundant.

She seemed to have been completely transformed.

Zhu Zhuqing slowly opened her eyes.

What came into view was a face with sharp, angular features.

He had sharp eyebrows and bright eyes, a high nose bridge, thin lips, and a chin with lines as sharp as if cut by a knife.

He was sitting on the edge of the bed, holding a celadon cup in one hand and supporting her shoulder with the other, letting her lean against him.

Eyes facing each other.

Zhu Zhuqing was stunned.

Gu Linyuan was also stunned.

The two stared at each other for a full three seconds.

"you're awake."

Gu Linyuan spoke first, his voice calm and natural.

But his hand was still on Zhu Zhuqing's shoulder.

And she was nestled in his arms.

Zhu Zhuqing's mind went blank for a moment.

She sat up abruptly, her cheeks flushing red at a visible speed, spreading from her neck to the tips of her ears.

"I...how could I..."

"This is where?"

Zhu Zhuqing's voice sounded flustered, completely unlike her usual calm and composed demeanor.

"You've passed out."

Gu Linyuan placed the celadon cup in his hand on the low table by the bedside, his tone indifferent.

"You sucked my poisonous blood on the Soul Arena, and you were poisoned yourself. So I brought you back."

Zhu Zhuqing remained silent for a moment, seemingly trying to recall.

Then she remembered.

On the Soul Arena, Tang San launched a sneak attack, Long Yuan was poisoned, and she sucked the poisoned blood. She didn't remember anything after that.

"This is...your room?"

Zhu Zhuqing looked around and spoke very softly.

The room was small and simply furnished: a bed, a table, a chair, and a wardrobe.

A faint scent, belonging to a young man, filled the air.

Zhu Zhuqing's face turned even redder.

She sat on Gu Linyuan's bed.

He was covered with his blanket.

She rested her head on his pillow.

His scent lingered on the blankets and pillows.

"what!"

When she came to her senses, she froze, her heart pounding so hard it felt like it was going to jump out of her chest.

This was the first time she had entered the room of a man her age. It was very different from what she had imagined.

Clean, tidy, and filled with a very warm feeling.

"You... um... if you take me away, won't anyone stop you? And how are your injuries?"

She lowered her head, not daring to look at Gu Linyuan.

Her hands gripped the corner of the blanket tightly, her knuckles turning slightly white.

"There was one guy who was really stubborn and wouldn't let me take you with me. But he's a coward. I scared him a little, and he didn't dare say anything. As for my injury, I'm fine."

"That guy seems to know you really well, could he be your boyfriend?"

Gu Linyuan looked at Zhu Zhuqing's helpless expression and a slight smile appeared on his lips.

"No, no, no. He's not my boyfriend. Do I look like someone with such poor taste?"

Zhu Zhuqing quickly denied it.

She wanted to distance herself from Dai Mubai, and even more so, she didn't want Gu Linyuan to misunderstand because of it.

Zhu Zhuqing, who is usually aloof and indifferent to everyone, is now like a frightened kitten, huddled under the covers, her ears red and incredibly cute.

"That's true. I don't think your judgment could be that bad." Gu Linyuan smiled.

In the original storyline, Zhu Zhuqing eventually ended up with Dai Mubai.

But now it seems that Zhu Zhuqing will not follow that old path again in this life.

"Drink this."

Gu Linyuan picked up the celadon cup and handed it to Zhu Zhuqing.

Zhu Zhuqing looked up at the glass of water.

The water was crystal clear, as clear as spring water flowing in a mountain stream. But the rim of the cup faintly emitted a green halo, and a sweet, grassy aroma wafted out.

Just one sniff and she felt every pore on her body relax.

“What is this?” she asked.

"You'll know once you drink it," Gu Linyuan said.

Zhu Zhuqing glanced at him, didn't ask any questions, took the cup, held it with both hands, and took a small sip.

The moment the water entered her mouth, her eyes widened in shock.

Sweet and refreshing, carrying a rich life force, it flows down the throat into the stomach, then transforms into a warm current that surges throughout the body.

Wherever that current of energy passed, every cell cheered, and every meridian stretched.

She felt changes happening in her body.

It's not a dramatic change like a complete transformation, but a gentle, subtle baptism, like a spring rain nourishing the earth.

Those hidden injuries accumulated from childhood training—strained muscles, worn-out joints, and throbbing meridians—were gradually healed and repaired under the wash of that warm current.