Douluo: Son of Destruction of Life, Supreme Creator!

"If we don't take action, this good fortune will only be plundered more and more. In the end, each of us will be like Meng Yiran in the Starry Sky Forest, extremely unlucky no matter what we do."

Fortune is something you can't see or touch.

But in reality, everyone could vaguely sense it.

Those people in textbooks who stood at the pinnacle of the continent had many contemporaries who could rival them. But in the end, only one person reached the summit.

The stronger Longyuan's fortune, the worse everyone else's fortune becomes, relegating them to the sidelines.

Tang San knelt on the ground with a dull thud. His hands were on his knees, his fingers curled into claws, his nails digging deep into his palms, and blood seeped from between his fingers, dripping onto the cold ground.

He lowered his head, Tang San's lips trembled, and from his fingers to his wrists, from his wrists to his forearms, from his forearms to his shoulders, his body felt as if it were being torn apart from the inside, every inch of his muscles spasming uncontrollably.

"Longyuan".

"A blood feud that cannot be forgiven!"

"Between you and me, only one of us can exist..."

Tang San clenched his fist.

He had actually sensed what Yu Xiaogang was talking about long ago.

However, he hadn't thought that through.

Yes. Before meeting Long Yuan, everything he did went smoothly, and he almost never encountered any setbacks.

But ever since he fought and lost to Long Yuan, he has been extremely unlucky.

That external soul bone was originally his opportunity, but it was snatched away by Gu Linyuan.

If fortune truly exists, then this series of events likely caused Long Yuan to steal about a third of his fortune.

For a genius, a defeat in the arena means the end of their luck.

With each setback, a bit of luck leaves, until all your chips are gone.

"To reclaim our destiny, and even seize the fortune of Longyuan, we must defeat our opponent; in other words, we must win. If we win, we'll have everything. If we can kill him, that would be even better..."

"In this era of great strife, we cannot simply hide. Hiding will only cause us to lose everything."

"I have a feeling. This is a winner-takes-all generation."

Yu Xiaogang gazed into the distance.

He remembers.

There is a secret study inside the Spirit Hall.

Every few centuries, a new era of exceptional talent emerges. And now, the geniuses of Shrek Academy alone far surpass those of past top talents. Qian Renxue, with innate soul power at level twenty. Tang San, with twin martial souls, the child of a 100,000-year-old soul beast and the youngest Title Douluo. The appearance of Long Yuan has ignited this era of great contention.

We must fight for it to have any chance of survival.

“Rongrong. Teacher Zhao has been good to you. You wouldn’t leave Shrek Academy like Zhu Qing did and go to Longyuan, would you?” Oscar asked, looking at Ning Rongrong’s absent-minded appearance.

The others also looked at Ning Rongrong.

"I...I know."

Ning Rongrong stared at Zhao Wuji's corpse, her mind in turmoil.

She had initially thought that winning over Long Yuan was a sure thing. But now, she felt that she and Long Yuan seemed to have drifted apart. She didn't know why she felt this way.

If fate truly exists, then she and Long Yuan were truly destined for each other, and things shouldn't have turned out this way...

Chapter 78 Zhu Zhuqing falls in love, Ning Rongrong meets Long Yuan

"Zhao Wuji died at my hands, don't you resent me?"

"Why should I blame you? Of course I'm on your side."

Do you take me for an unreasonable woman?

Zhu Zhuqing rolled her eyes at Gu Linyuan.

If Zhao Wuji hadn't been so aggressive, and out of consideration for their past relationship, she naturally wouldn't have wanted Gu Linyuan to kill someone directly.

But Zhao Wuji dared to attack Gu Linyuan, and was killed in retaliation, which is only natural.

Although she had spent some time at Shrek Academy, she didn't have a particularly deep relationship with the teachers there. Besides, she was on Gu Linyuan's side.

Zhao Wuji harbored hatred and murderous intent towards Gu Linyuan. Even if Gu Linyuan did not make a move, she would still persuade him to kill Zhao Wuji.

"I underestimated you."

Gu Linyuan gently pinched the girl's nose and apologized with a smile.

"However, the Shrek Academy people will not let this go after killing Zhao Wuji."

“I know them too well. Before, they all harbored hatred towards you, and now their hatred has probably reached its peak.”

Zhu Zhuqing said quietly.

She knew that Gu Linyuan was very strong, and if the people of Shrek Academy really went against Gu Linyuan, they would be courting death.

"From the moment I took Tang San's external soul bone, it became a fight to the death."

Gu Linyuan shrugged.

In the Douluo Continent, stealing someone else's soul bone is comparable to the hatred of killing one's parents.

"So, would you like me to be harsher or lighter on the Shrek people?"

Gu Linyuan looked at the beauty nestled in his arms and asked.

"Of course, it's heavier. If possible, let's kill them."

"Otherwise, their existence will be detrimental to you."

Zhu Zhuqing muttered.

From the moment she left with Gu Linyuan, she made her stance clear.

She is from Gu Linyuan, not a member of Shrek Academy.

She didn't actually have a good impression of the people from Shrek Academy.

She especially loathed Dai Mubai and Ma Hongjun. Oscar was glib and had frequented brothels with Ma Hongjun and Dai Mubai, which she disliked as well.

Only Tang San acted with meticulousness. From the moment she entered Shrek Academy, she sensed that Tang San was no ordinary person. At that time, Tang San had only been at the academy for less than three months, yet he already had everyone from Shrek surrounding him.

Although Tang San was cunning and calculating, it must be said that he was actually quite good to the Shrek Seven Devils. Therefore, Zhu Zhuqing didn't really have any complaints about Tang San.

However, Tang San and Gu Linyuan are destined to be enemies, so she will definitely stand on Gu Linyuan's side.

"I'm relieved to hear you say that."

Gu Linyuan smiled.

Seeing Zhu Zhuqing's clear stance, Gu Linyuan's face lit up with even more joy.

He liked Zhu Zhuqing's figure and temperament.

However, if Zhu Zhuqing's stance is wrong, Gu Linyuan will still have a headache.

"Hmph. I'm not that kind of woman who can't think straight."

Zhu Zhuqing puffed out her cheeks and muttered. She pinched Gu Linyuan's waist with her fingers, the force neither too light nor too heavy, carrying a hint of reproach and a touch of coquetry.

Gu Linyuan smiled.

He reached out and grasped her hand, which was still wandering around his waist. He intertwined his fingers with hers, his palm against the back of her hand, completely enveloping her hand.

Her hands were small, with slender, long fingers and distinct knuckles; holding them in her palm felt like holding a piece of warm, smooth jade.

He gently stroked the back of her hand twice with his thumb, feeling the smoothness and delicacy of her skin, his voice tinged with laughter.

Zhu Zhuqing's face flushed slightly as she buried her face in his chest.

The tips of her ears were tinged with a faint pink, peeking out from between her black hair.

Gu Linyuan's other hand landed on her waist.

His fingers hooked around the soft curves of her waist, his palm resting on her waist, which was encased in white leggings.

Today she wore a pair of white skinny jeans made of a highly elastic cotton blend, which perfectly outlined the curves of her lower body.

Her waist was slender, barely a handful; her hips were round and full, like two peaches pressed together, the deep cleavage between them even more striking against the white fabric. Her thighs were firm and supple, her calves slender and shapely.

Zhu Zhuqing might have wanted a different look so Gu Linyuan wouldn't get tired of her. However, Gu Linyuan still felt that tight-fitting pants weren't suitable for a young girl. Mainly, the girl's figure was too plump, and these cotton leggings were too elastic, clinging tightly to her body and even exceeding the level of sexiness, appearing somewhat lewd.

For example, Dugu Yan and Meng Yiran both have petite lower bodies, so the clothes fit them perfectly. Zhu Zhuqing would look better in leather pants or a skirt.

However, it's not impossible to have such a beautiful woman in the inner quarters, and only Gu Linyuan can enjoy such a wonderful beauty.

Perhaps this is what they mean by a body that's incredibly sexy and leaves no trace.

Many anime and manga games from his past life featured such exaggerated figures. However, there were no women with such figures in his past life; if there were, they were all photoshopped. Even in Douluo Continent, he had never seen a woman with a figure like Zhu Zhuqing's, a figure reminiscent of a manga character.

In terms of physique alone, some women who had worked out in their previous lives could have achieved the same level as Dugu Yan and Meng Yiran.

"Zhu Qing, you are so beautiful. If I were Dai Mubai, I would never leave you."

Gu Linyuan was telling the truth.

Most men still prefer women like Zhu Zhuqing—large breasts, plump hips, and a slim waist… though her long legs aren't as prominent. Zhu Zhuqing isn't short, but her hips are wide, her crotch area is quite fleshy, and her thighs are also fleshy. To the naked eye, her legs, despite being the same length, don't appear as slender or long as other women's.

However, Gu Linyuan didn't mind. He couldn't let one woman have all the good things in the world; if that were the case, Gu Linyuan would probably become face-blind.

Like his mother, the goddess of life, she was perfect. Such a woman was on another level, completely beyond the comprehension of anyone who would dare to desecrate her.

"Well……"

Zhu Zhuqing's ears burned as she listened, but her shy face was full of joy.

Gu Linyuan's hand slid from her side to her back, his palm resting on her lower back, his fingers extending downwards to touch the smooth curve where her waist and hips met. His fingertips lingered there for a moment, feeling the firmness and elasticity unique to a young girl's skin, then continued downwards…

Zhu Zhuqing's body trembled slightly.

She could feel the warmth of his palm; through the thin white fabric, the heat was clearly transmitted to her skin.

She looked up, her light-colored eyes meeting his dark ones.

Her face turned bright red.

Starting from her neck, the lashes trailed down to her earlobes, cheeks, and forehead. Her eyelashes trembled slightly, like butterflies fluttering their wings.