The Power of the Golden Dragon King Appears, Gu Yue is Enraged

The Power of the Golden Dragon King Appears, Gu Yue is Enraged

"Gu Yue, it really is you!"

Before long, Tang Wulin came running over carrying an iron bucket, his face full of excitement as he looked at Gu Yue.

His bucket was filled with a large quantity of mussels and the like; it seemed his previous harvest had been quite bountiful.

Gu Yue frowned in displeasure, glanced at him, and then, without saying a word, turned and left.

She disliked this person intensely, to the point where she didn't even have the desire to strike up a conversation with him.

However, just as she was about to leave, Tang Wulin behind her suddenly asked with curiosity.

"How is Qiangu Wuji doing?"

Hearing this, Gu Yue stopped in her tracks, frowned as she looked at him, and for reasons unknown, she blurted out instinctively.

"He is doing very well, no need for you to worry. As for you, try to do fewer things that are beyond your capabilities in the future."

Gu Yue felt a sense of annoyance toward Tang Wulin.

She hated the way he acted beyond his means, his inability to read the situation, and she hated his empty, pretentious nature.

Compared to him, Qiangu Wuji was much more pleasing to the eye; despite being the same age, one possessed mature thinking and absolute power.

The other, however, was completely oblivious to what was good for him.

Qiangu Wuji had saved him, yet he showed no gratitude, choosing instead to provoke him.

Gu Yue truly couldn't bring herself to like such a person.

Take the incident where he saved Na'er, for example; despite knowing he was no match for the enemy, he insisted on charging in. To put it nicely, that was a sense of justice; to put it bluntly, it was a death wish.

He had no real ability, yet lacked self-awareness. To put it plainly, such people think they are the protagonists of a novel, but if you strip away the protagonist's halo, people like him would have died eight times over in the first episode.

"Beyond my capabilities..." Tang Wulin muttered these words, his fists clenched tight. "That's right, I'm not a genius like you all. My martial soul is a trash martial soul, and my soul power is only level three. In your eyes, I am indeed someone who acts beyond his capabilities. But..."

Halfway through his sentence, he lifted his eyelids, a flash of golden light streaking through his eyes, and a dark golden dragon scale emerged on his forehead.

This is!

Gu Yue widened her eyes, a long-lost sense of familiarity making her breathing turn ragged.

Before her, Tang Wulin looked at her and said, word by word.

"But, someone like me is not entirely useless. One day, I will defeat you geniuses!"

After finishing his final sentence, he turned and left.

Gu Yue stood frozen in place, only coming back to her senses after a long while, casting a glance in the direction Tang Wulin had departed.

"That must be the power of the Golden Dragon King..."

She whispered, and suddenly, her heart was filled with rage.

Half of her own power had actually appeared on a human as insignificant as an ant!

A supreme humiliation!!

It wasn't until nightfall that Gu Yue finally returned to the old residence.

Inside the old residence, Qiangu Wuji had already returned early with Leng Yaozhu.

At this moment, he was sitting on the sofa playing cat's cradle with Na'er. Na'er was completely clueless about this game; after playing for a while, she twisted the string into a dead knot and was on the verge of tears from frustration.

Qiangu Wuji was caught between laughter and tears, patiently untying the string for her while explaining the techniques.

The little girl listened, nodding like a chick pecking at rice, excitedly expressing that she wanted to try again.

Just as Qiangu Wuji was about to agree, he noticed Gu Yue entering from outside and asked curiously.

"Gu Yue, where did you go?"

Gu Yue walked over to the two of them and glanced at them. Na'er was startled by her, immediately jumping off the sofa and scurrying away in her slippers toward her own room.

Gu Yue withdrew her gaze and said indifferently.

"I saw Tang Wulin just now."

"Oh..." Qiangu Wuji tilted his head. "And then?"

So she saw him, so what? Why tell him? Could she possibly think he would be jealous?

Gu Yue looked into his eyes and continued.

"What I want to say is, if you still have any thoughts of befriending Tang Wulin, I advise you to stop."

She paused, then added.

"Because I don't want you to be sad in the future."

Having said that, she turned and walked back to her room without looking back.

Looking at the tightly shut door, Qiangu Wuji pondered the meaning of those words.

When Gu Yue said that just now, he could clearly feel a fluctuation in her spirit; there had been a distinct and violent shift in her emotions.

That was clearly killing intent.

Could it be that Gu Yue already knew about the power of the Golden Dragon King sealed within Tang Wulin?

Furthermore, looking at the situation, the two of them didn't seem to be having a very pleasant conversation.

Forget it, whatever. Tang Wulin was nothing more than a little lamb to him anyway; he just needed to be sheared. Even if Gu Yue really wanted to kill him, it wouldn't matter; it had nothing to do with him.

Qiangu Wuji thought for a moment before giving up on the matter. Thinking about these things now was less productive than planning for the future.

With his current situation, his martial soul, bloodline, and other aspects had all improved to varying degrees. It was time to consider the other system of this world.

Battle Armor!

In this world of Douluo Dalu III, Battle Armor was a crucial system, as it determined the combat power one could possess in the future.

Since he wanted to surpass Tang Wulin and Gu Yue, relying solely on his bloodline and martial soul was clearly not enough; Battle Armor had to be included as well.

However, speaking of Battle Armor, he would have to develop a secondary profession.

"A secondary profession?"

Qiangu Wuji really didn't know what secondary profession he should choose for a moment.

Blacksmith?

He imagined the image of himself holding a hammer, shirtless, at a forging table.

Forget it, forget it; that image was too much.

Besides, he didn't have the terrifying physical strength that Tang Wulin possessed. If he chose forging, he would definitely be unable to compare to the other party.

Since forging wouldn't work, what else was there?

Just then, Leng Yaozhu walked out of the bathroom. Seeing him in such a deep state of contemplation, she couldn't help but feel curious.

"Wuji, what are you thinking about? You're so lost in thought. Are you still angry that I scolded you just now?"

Qiangu Wuji snapped back to reality, shook his head, and said.

"It's not that, Mom. I was thinking about what secondary profession I should develop now if I want to become a Battle Armor Master in the future."

"Oh? You've already started thinking about such questions so early?"

Hearing this, Leng Yaozhu sat down curiously.

"If we're talking about developing a secondary profession, I think it's best to choose something you like. Unlike being a soul master, a secondary profession is inherently very dull."

"Mm."

Qiangu Wuji nodded. He was certainly aware of this, otherwise, he wouldn't be so hesitant.

As for what he liked...

Hm!

His eyes suddenly lit up as he thought of the Armor Hero series he used to watch when he was a child in his previous life.

He had it.

"Mom, I've decided. For my secondary profession, I'll choose mecha design."

In this other world, if he could possess a set of Emperor Armor, how cool would that be?

He could only watch it on TV to satisfy his cravings before, but since he had come to such a world and had the chance to make it a reality, why not give it a try?