Blood Sorrow

Ning Tian finding Moyuan late at night wasn't simply to tempt him with something.

Besides, you're testing geniuses with this? What genius can't withstand such a test?

Ning Tian asked these questions because she wanted to seize the opportunity to spend more time with Moyuan and get to know each other better before entering Shrek Academy.

She knew very well that within Shrek Academy, the continent's highest institution of learning, there was no shortage of talented and beautiful girls.

If she didn't hurry and spend more time with Moyuan, with Shrek Academy's unscrupulous methods of recruiting people, it would be a disaster if Moyuan was snatched away by another girl.

"Past?"

Hearing this, Moyuan's eyes were dark and unclear. He withdrew his gaze from his swinging feet and calmly replied, "My past was very ordinary. After my parents passed away and my martial soul awakened, I left my hometown. I lived by hunting soul beasts for money. Apart from occasional injuries, life was quite good."

The reality was indeed as he said. For six or seven years, he lived alone, wandering the Soul Beast Forest day in and day out, honing himself with blade edge and blood.

Upon hearing this, Ning Tian's admiration for Moyuan grew even stronger. In this world where bloodline determined martial soul, and martial soul determined everything, it was rare for low-level geniuses to rise, and even rarer for them to reach Moyuan's level through their own efforts.

Even without seeing Moyuan's past, she could imagine the hardships he had endured from his brief words.

"Before I met you, I always thought that apart from the issue with my martial soul, I was the fastest and most perfect person of my generation in this world. But after getting to know you, I think I was wrong."

Ning Tian continued with a smile, "To be honest, when I saw your face, Moyuan, and learned some information about you, I thought you must have saved the world in your past life, otherwise, how could you be so perfect."

Hearing Ning Tian's praise, Moyuan chuckled and replied, "Then thank you for your compliment, Ning Tian. As for saving the world in my past life, I don't think so. I was probably just an ordinary person in my past life."

Ning Tian was noncommittal about Moyuan saying he was an ordinary person in his past life. The matter was too mysterious to discuss.

The chatterbox was opened, and the two began to chat back and forth under the moonlight, their long shadows stretching behind them and drawing closer.

Meanwhile, inside the tent beside the bonfire, Wu Feng, who was sleeping like a pig, was happily hugging Ning Tian's pillow, drooling.

Hehe... Ning Tian, don't run... let me touch you again... hehe...

Deep night had fallen. The fatigue accumulated from days of toiling made Ning Tian's drowsiness grow deeper. Unconsciously, she was about to fall asleep leaning against Moyuan's shoulder.

Ning Tian's eyes were hazy as she looked at his face, which was very close to hers, and said in a wavering voice, "Moyuan, although you always seem very approachable, I can still see that you're actually very lonely, aren't you..."

The last part of her sentence faded into an inaudible whisper, with only the sound of gentle breathing. Ning Tian leaned against Moyuan's shoulder and fell asleep peacefully.

Lonely...

Moyuan murmured in his heart. Upon hearing the word 'lonely', the originally calm lake of his heart was suddenly stirred by ripples.

Six or seven years of living alone had long accustomed him to solitude. His innate acting ability made his personality seem adaptable to anyone.

But Moyuan knew clearly that he had always had an invisible but clear barrier with everyone on the Douluo Continent.

Perhaps it was because he was a transmigrator, or perhaps it was because of the dragon blood within him, but either way, Moyuan felt like he was drifting outside the world from the bottom of his heart.

His highest goal was to become the Black King, and then elbow Sea God Tang San. As for what came after, he didn't know, nor had he ever thought about it.

The sound of water by his ears was still crisp and continuous. After a long time, Moyuan softly uttered a word, "Blood Sorrow..."

Blood Sorrow was a unique term in the Dragon Race, referring to the sense of loneliness experienced by hybrids among ordinary people. In fact, it wasn't just hybrids; sometimes pure-blooded dragons also experienced Blood Sorrow. Only when interacting with their own kind would Blood Sorrow subside.

But in this world where he was the only hybrid, Moyuan's Blood Sorrow was particularly intense.

Looking at the blue veins beneath his fair skin, Moyuan seemed to see the flowing dragon blood within, scalding and poisonous dragon blood.

Just then, a night breeze blew past, causing Ning Tian, who was sleeping soundly on his shoulder, to subconsciously lean closer into his embrace.

Looking at that stunningly beautiful face, a strange glint flashed in Moyuan's deep dark eyes. For this girl, the first one to sense his inner loneliness, the ripples in his heart lake made him suddenly fall into a conflict similar to Shrimp Teacher's.

Should he use her emotionlessly for his own goals, or should he follow his true heart and accept her frankly?

It was a difficult choice.

After his thoughts lingered for a long time, Moyuan suddenly had an enlightenment.

Damn it, hybrids and the entire Dragon Race are all mentally ill!

In the early morning, the dark sky turned dark blue, and a hint of dawn appeared in the east in the distance. A ray of sunlight pierced through the treetops and sprinkled into the mist-shrouded woods. Under the effect of the 'Dali Garden' phenomenon, it was as beautiful as a fairyland.

Inside the tent, Wu Feng, who had slept all night hugging a pillow and drooling, let out a series of strange grunts and slowly opened her eyes.

Hehe... my Ning Tian...

Wu Feng recalled everything in her dream, wiped away the residual saliva from the corner of her mouth with a sense of lingering satisfaction, and at the same time, wanting to sneak in a real cuddle before Ning Tian woke up, her empty side made her confused brain instantly sober up.

Thinking that they were in the wilderness and not at the Nine Treasure Glazed Tile Clan, and that besides her, there were only Ning Tian and Moyuan, Wu Feng felt a bad omen.

Not good! My Chinese cabbage!

Wu Feng ejected herself and quickly pulled open the zipper of the tent. Just as she wanted to stop Ning Tian and Moyuan from being alone together, she saw Ning Tian sitting by the bonfire, quietly meditating.

Not far away, Moyuan gripped his long saber tightly with both hands. The gleaming blade in the mist-shrouded forest quickly drew arc after arc of light. Although there was no target in front of him and he was only performing empty strikes, each slash seemed to be aimed at taking a life.

An absolute killing technique, full of poetry and killing intent.

When this scene fell into Wu Feng's eyes, a sense of desolation suddenly arose in her heart. While she was focused on Ning Tian, thinking about how to cuddle, Moyuan was working so hard, not wasting a single moment to improve his strength.

The sense of defeat made Wu Feng resolve to work hard herself in the future. At that moment, Ning Tian, who had been quietly meditating, slowly opened her eyes. Seeing this, Wu Feng immediately leaned over again.

Becoming stronger can happen anytime, but if Ning Tian is kidnapped, then she won't be able to return...