A King Must Not Be Insulted!

At the top floor of the Spirit Pagoda in Eastsea City, inside a spacious and brightly lit office.

The Pagoda Master was intently reviewing documents. Sunlight streamed through the floor-to-ceiling windows, casting mottled patterns of light and shadow across the dark red handwoven wool carpet.

The pen in his hand scratched softly across the paper. Whenever he paused to think, he would unconsciously tap the desk with its tip.

Suddenly, a light knock at the door interrupted his thoughts.

"Come in."

Without looking up, the Pagoda Master spoke in a low, authoritative voice.

The office door was gently pushed open, and a middle-aged steward in a deep blue uniform entered. Bowing slightly, he said, "Pagoda Master, pardon the interruption. There is a matter that requires your instructions."

Only then did the Pagoda Master raise his head.

He appeared to be around fifty. His face was stern, and his brows carried the composure of someone long accustomed to high office. His temples had already begun to gray, yet his gaze remained as sharp as an eagle's. "What Matter?"

"Pagoda Master, a Core Disciple has taken a liking to that artificial Black Dragon Soul Spirit."

A middle-aged steward in a blue uniform stood respectfully before the desk and reported in a low voice.

The Pagoda Master's pen paused slightly. "Whose Core Disciple is it?"

"Reporting to you, it is Lord Liu Yang's disciple." The steward bowed as fine beads of sweat appeared on his forehead.

Hearing This, the Pagoda Master's lips curled into a knowing smile. "So it's that old fellow's disciple."

He set down his pen and leaned back in his chair, pondering for a moment. "Fine. Since his disciple has taken a liking to it, give it to him."

"Yes, Pagoda Master."

The steward bowed respectfully and was about to withdraw.

"Wait!"

The Pagoda Master suddenly called out to him, a glint flashing through his eyes. "Give that old fellow's disciple a Spirit Ascension Platform quota as well. Say that... it is a small token of my goodwill."

The steward looked up in surprise, then quickly lowered his head again. "This subordinate will handle it immediately."

Watching the steward's departing figure, the Pagoda Master rose and walked to the floor-to-ceiling window, standing with his hands behind his back.

Outside, the prosperity of Eastsea City lay spread before his eyes, yet his gaze seemed to pierce through it all and reach somewhere far beyond.

He murmured softly, "That is my most perfect masterpiece... With the blood of Golden-Eyed Black Dragon King Beast God Di Tian as its core, fused with an ancient dragon soul and supplemented by the latest Soul Tool technology, it was born as the strongest weapon—Armed Heavenly Dragon!"

Meanwhile, on the first floor of the Spirit Pagoda.

After receiving the notice, the female staff member from earlier hurried over.

Her professional smile carried a trace of respect. "Sir, the Pagoda Master has approved your application."

She paused. "Furthermore, the Pagoda Master has specially granted you a usage quota for the Spirit Ascension Platform."

As she spoke, she took out a crystal-clear Crystal Ball from her Storage Soul Tool.

A dark black glow flowed across the sphere's surface, while a Miniature Black Dragon slowly swam within it.

Every dragon scale gleamed with a metallic luster, and its Crimson-Gold Dragon Eyes revealed an untamed, defiant wildness.

Just as Fang Yang reached out to take the Crystal Ball, the instant his fingertips touched its surface—

"Roar!"

A soul-shaking dragon roar erupted from within the Crystal Ball, causing the air throughout the room to tremble.

The Black Dragon Soul Spirit within the Crystal Ball suddenly became incomparably violent, crazily slamming against the walls of the sphere. Black energy surged like waves, as though it wanted to break free from its restraints.

"Sir, be careful!" the female staff member cried as she retreated.

"A king must not be insulted!"

Yet Fang Yang remained completely unmoving. The Golden Dragon King Bloodline within him surged of its own accord.

An invisible pressure radiated from his body, carrying the supreme aura of the king of dragonkind.

At that moment, Gu Yue's pupils abruptly contracted.

That aura, so familiar it reached the depths of her soul, rushed toward her, stirring violent ripples in her calm eyes.

This really is... the Golden Dragon King? But how is that possible?! A storm surged within Gu Yue's heart.

As the Silver Dragon King, one of the Dragon God's divided souls, she knew clearly that the Golden Dragon King had long since fallen in the God Realm.

The reason Gu Yue had approached Fang Yang was not only because of Na'er, but also because of the Bloodline Resonance between herself and Fang Yang during their First Meeting.

It had made her somewhat curious about Fang Yang.

But at this moment, she could clearly sense the complete aura of the Golden Dragon King—the existence that should have thoroughly vanished in the God Realm.

Unless...

A shocking conjecture surfaced in Gu Yue's mind. The Golden Dragon King did not fall. Fang Yang is the Golden Dragon King himself?

Then the terrifying Flame within Fang Yang's body must also have come from some fortuitous encounter.

After arriving on the Douluo Continent, he had even cultivated anew in a human body...

Just then, a shocking scene unfolded.

The berserk Black Dragon soul spirit suddenly stopped struggling and slowly coiled up.

Those Crimson-Gold Dragon Eyes stared directly at Fang Yang, and then... lowered their proud head!

It assumed a posture of submission.

The corners of Fang Yang's lips curled up slightly as he put the now-calm crystal ball into his Storage Ring.

"Gu Yue, let's go." He turned and spoke as usual.

"Okay."

Gu Yue answered softly, but her gaze lingered on Fang Yang for a long while...

Seeing Gu Yue lost in thought, Fang Yang naturally took her slender jade hand and led her out of the Spirit Pagoda.

Gu Yue's palm was soft and delicate, carrying a faint coolness that felt especially comfortable in his hand.

It was not until they had left the Spirit Pagoda that Gu Yue suddenly came back to her senses.

Feeling the warmth from his palm, she thought to herself, This guy Fang Yang... actually took advantage of my inattention to...

Yet she did not pull away. Only the tips of her ears quietly flushed red.

Of course, Fang Yang knew that Gu Yue had noticed his little scheme, but he pretended not to know at all. He continued holding her hand as he strolled along leisurely.

Gu Yue went along with it as well, not exposing him and allowing Fang Yang to lead her the entire way.

Thus, the two walked in silence until the outline of Eastsea Academy came into view.

"Hey, you bad guy, aren't you going to let go yet?" Gu Yue finally spoke, her tone carrying a hint of reproach.

Fang Yang turned to look at her, a smile on his lips. "I can't bear to."

Seeing his shameless expression, Gu Yue could not help but snort softly. "It's not like I won't let you hold my hand in the future."

Fang Yang's eyes lit up. "Gu Yue, you said it. No taking it back."

"You..." Gu Yue was helpless. How was this guy so good at pushing his luck?

Fang Yang said smugly, "Hehe, you need a thick skin to get a wife."

Only then did he reluctantly release her hand and say softly, "Remember to miss me tonight. See you tomorrow."

Gu Yue shot him a glance and said nothing more before turning toward the Girls' Dormitory.

However, the instant she turned around, the corners of her lips curved upward slightly.

"Na'er, for the Soul Beast Clan, I really can't give Fang Yang to you."

Fang Yang watched Gu Yue leave and was about to return to Dorm 205.

Suddenly, he felt someone pat his shoulder.

"Fang Yang, you..."

The sudden voice made Fang Yang jolt. Turning around, he saw Tang Wulin standing behind him at some point.

"Me? What is it?" Fang Yang asked after steadying his heartbeat.

Tang Wulin's eyes gleamed with gossip as he lowered his voice. "Did you get her?"

Fang Yang immediately understood. "Of course. Naturally. But Wulin, keep it a secret for me first. Don't tell that bigmouth Xie Xie."

"Sure."

Tang Wulin agreed readily, then revealed a sly grin. "But... you have to treat me to a meal."

"Deal!"

Fang Yang laughed and punched Tang Wulin lightly on the shoulder. The two walked side by side toward Dorm 205.