My Son, Yun Ming, Almost Rebelled With the Silver Dragon King

As night deepened, six people sat around a round table in a small restaurant in the eastern part of Shrek City, the table covered with empty plates.

Tang Wulin was eating his seventh bowl of rice, his chopsticks moving incredibly fast.

Have you decided on your next destination?

"Go to Star Luo City."

Xie Xie looked up. "Star Luo City? Going out to sea?"

Ye Xinglan rolled her eyes at him. "It's Star Luo City of the Federation, the former capital city across the sea ten thousand years ago."

"Oh, there, okay."

Tang Wulin finished the last bite of rice, put down his bowl with satisfaction, and looked around. "Are you full?"

"I'm full," Xu Xiaoyan, rubbing her stomach.

"It's alright," Ye Xinglan nodded.

Gu Yue didn't speak, but simply nodded slightly.

Jing Heng stood up. "Let's go then, before the city gates close."

Tang Wulin paused, "I think we can take the Soul Guidance Train."

"Seconded." ×4

Yun Jingheng: "..."

"Then let's buy tickets."

Tang Wulin took out his wallet and counted the Federal Coin inside. "Six tickets to Star Luo City should be enough."

Six people walked into the station's ticket hall. There weren't many people in the station at night, and the bright white lights shone on the floor, reflecting a cold light.

There were two or three people in line in front of the ticket window, and it was soon their turn.

"Six tickets to Star Luo City, second class, are there any left?" Tang Wulin asked, leaning against the window.

The ticket seller typed rapidly on the keyboard. "Yes, carriages 5 (7A, 7B), carriages 7 (12D, 12E, 15A, 15C)."

Tang Wulin hesitated for a moment, then said, "I'll buy it."

After the ticket seller completed the transaction, she handed out six tickets. Tang Wulin took them and was about to distribute them when Gu Yue snatched them all away.

Gu Yue glanced down at the seat numbers, pulled out two tickets from the middle, and very naturally handed one to Jing Heng before stuffing all the tickets back into Tang Wulin's hand.

Xu Xiaoyan leaned closer to look at the four tickets in Tang Wulin's hand. "Where do we sit?"

Tang Wulin looked down and counted. "Um... there are still five carriages, 7A and 7B, and seven carriages, 15A and 15C."

"Jing Heng? Where are you sitting?"

Yun Jingheng glanced down at the ticket Gu Yue had handed him—12E.

His lips twitched, and he had a strange, bad feeling about him.

"I'm in car 7, 12E."

Gu Yue said quite naturally, "I have a 7-car 12D."

Upon hearing this, Ye Xinglan stared at Gu Yue with extreme resentment.

I was here first...

Xu Xiaoyan smiled slightly, then took the two tickets for carriage 7 from Tang Wulin and handed one to Ye Xinglan.

The air was silent for two seconds.

Xie Xie looked around and vaguely sensed that something was off, but he decisively chose the safest strategy.

Shut up and play dead.

Tang Wulin did notice something, but he felt that speaking up at this moment would likely backfire, so he lowered his head and pretended to study the small print on the ticket, which seemed to contain some amazing anti-counterfeiting technology.

"Passengers heading to Star Luo City, please have your tickets checked and proceed to the station as soon as possible. The train is arriving shortly..."

Tang Wulin immediately urged everyone to get in the car, "Let's go, the car's here."

Tang Wulin and Xie Xie parted ways with them at the station.

After finding a seat, Yun Jingheng took off his coat and draped it over the back of the chair. As he sat down, he glanced at Gu Yue.

Gu Yue sat down by the window without even glancing at him.

But her ticket was 12D, an aisle seat.

He didn't think much of it, sat down, and fastened his seatbelt.

The train shook slightly, and the train attendant's sweet voice came over the loudspeaker, announcing that the train was about to depart and asking passengers to fasten their seatbelts.

The train swayed slightly, and the platform outside the window began to recede slowly. The lights flashed by one by one, and the speed increased. The outline of the platform, the waiting crowd, and the ticket hall were all left behind. The darkness and the sound of the wind took over the world outside the window.

The carriage was quiet.

There weren't many passengers on the train, scattered throughout the carriages. Some were wearing headphones and resting with their eyes closed, some were looking at the night view outside the window, and some were already asleep, emitting soft snores.

Yun Jingheng adjusted the seat back to a comfortable angle and glanced out the window.

It was pitch black, with only a few scattered lights occasionally flashing by, like stars falling from the night sky.

"Yun Jingheng." Gu Yue's voice came from the side.

"Um?"

Gu Yue didn't look at him, but looked out the car window.

"How far do you think the six of us can go?"

Yun Jingheng was taken aback.

"What do you mean?" he asked back.

Gu Yue remained silent for a few seconds before finally turning her head. In the car's interior light, her unfathomable eyes lacked their usual calmness and aloofness, instead revealing something indescribable.

"What I mean is," her voice remained soft.

Have you ever thought that one day, one of us might have to leave?

Yun Jingheng looked into Gu Yue's eyes, and cold sweat broke out on his neck.

Is this a showdown? Or what are they planning?

"I don't know how far we can go."

He said, "But I didn't expect anyone to get off the bus early."

That's a perfect answer!

"Um."

Huh?! That's all?

I was prepared to write a long essay to express my sympathy and indignation at the plight of the Soul Beast Clan.

Is this all you're asking?

Gu Yue remained silent.

The night outside the window was as dark as ink that couldn't be dissolved. Occasionally, as we passed a small station, the dim yellow lights would sweep across the carriage, only to be swallowed up by darkness the next second.

Her profile was illuminated and dimmed by the alternating light and shadow, as if seen through frosted glass, making it difficult to see clearly.

Yun Jingheng did not press the matter further.

In his previous life, he would read a few pages of the physical book "Douluo Continent III" whenever he had a spare moment from his experiments.

Although I came into this world, some things have gone very astray.

I'm trying my best to play the role of a genius troublemaker, even though I look like a fool...

But for this woman to say something like that at a time like this, it couldn't possibly be nonsense. Her question, "How far can it go?" definitely didn't mean it literally.

Is she testing something? Or is she trying to express something?

Yun Jingheng lowered his eyes, his thumb unconsciously rubbing the metal buckle of the seatbelt.

There was a silence of about five minutes.

Gu Yue suddenly reached out and traced a line on the car window with her fingertips, as if she were tracing an unseen star outside the window.

"Go to sleep."

Gu Yue leaned back in her chair, closed her eyes, and her breathing quickly became even and long.

Looking at her calm profile, Yun Jingheng felt as if his heart was being scratched by a cat.

Is that all?

Your hesitation is more unsettling than a direct confrontation!

He took a deep breath and forced himself to look back out the window.

The train sped through the night at an extremely high speed, the scenery outside the window becoming a blurry band of light.

Yun Jingheng stared at the shimmering lines, but his thoughts involuntarily drifted back to the conversation they had just had.

How far can it go?

Is this asking about stance?

As the Silver Dragon King, she is currently at her weakest. The people around her are both her companions and potential obstacles in the future, or perhaps... sacrifices to help her return to her peak?

No, that's not right.

Yun Jingheng shook his head, banishing the dangerous thought from his mind.

At this moment, Gu Yue is mostly feeling lost.

Her earlier statement, "I don't know how far I can go," might not have been a threat, but rather a plea for help?

She was testing him, testing whether there was anyone in the team she could trust with her back.

"Call..."

Yun Jingheng exhaled a breath of stale air and adjusted his posture.

Okay, okay, since you won't tell me, I won't ask.

Anyway, there's always a way out. If all else fails, I'll just join the rebellion... Pshaw, what am I thinking!

I'm Yun Ming's son! What kind of nonsense is it to rebel with the Silver Dragon King? This behavior is no different from that of a traitor!

I'm so annoyed... I suddenly hate this era.

Never mind, I'll go to sleep first.

Not redeemable--!

Tang Wulin! Train! Wilderness!

Evil, Soul, Master--!