Mu Xi's Wails, Is Yao Chuan a Lolicon?

Yao Chuan couldn't help but laugh when he heard this, feeling a mix of amusement and helplessness.

However, since Xie Xie was so insistent, he naturally wouldn't refuse.

After all, Xie Xie possessed immense potential for the future.

Moreover, Yao Chuan was acutely aware that the world he currently inhabited was the third installment of Douluo Continent, which was vastly different from the first.

In this era, the path to godhood had long been severed.

To become a god, only one road remained: one had to forge their own divine position, establish their own faction, and gather the power of faith.

On this path, one could not succeed alone; it required the support of enough talented individuals to work toward the goal together.

Yao Chuan hadn't given this much thought before.

But ever since he awakened his Black Dragon Martial Soul and felt that heavy, domineering power, he had been forced to start planning in earnest.

Why? Because he realized he had plunged headlong into the core vortex of God King Tang's schemes and the Silver Dragon King's machinations—and it was the kind of situation where avoidance was no longer an option.

After all, if Na'er, an avatar of the Silver Dragon King, could mistake his dragon aura, could God King Tang not do the same?

Even if he hadn't mistaken it, considering the extent to which God King Tang viewed the entire Douluo Continent as his private property...

Thinking of God King Tang's methods, and then looking at the Silver Dragon King's plots...

Yao Chuan felt a throbbing headache.

He truly understood the meaning of the saying: "The trees desire stillness, but the wind will not cease."

If he wanted to carve out his own path and refuse to be a pawn in someone else's game, he had to lay his plans early.

Yao Chuan's eyes flickered as his mind raced with calculations.

His contemplative expression was misinterpreted by Xie Xie.

Seeing that Yao Chuan didn't agree immediately and remained deep in thought, Xie Xie lowered his head, unable to hide his disappointment; he assumed Yao Chuan was unwilling to take him on as a follower.

Just then, Yao Chuan snapped out of his thoughts and gave him a firm pat on the shoulder.

"Alright, no problem!"

Hearing Yao Chuan finally nod in agreement, Xie Xie's eyes lit up instantly, his previous disappointment swept away, replaced by pure joy.

"Big Brother!"

He called out again, brimming with excitement.

The group exchanged contact information.

Feeling that their earlier spar had left them wanting more and their stomachs were feeling empty, they simply found a restaurant, sat down to share a meal, and deepened their bond.

Once they were full and had chatted to their hearts' content, they parted ways to head home.

Yao Chuan brought Na'er along and returned to the Blacksmith Association with Mu Xi.

As soon as they entered, they saw Mu Chen sitting in the living room, clearly waiting for them.

Mu Xi chattered away, recounting the events of the afternoon with vivid detail, especially the part where Yao Chuan dealt with Guang Long.

After listening, a look of approval appeared on Mu Chen's face.

"Seeing injustice and stepping in to help—good!"

He praised him, then shared some good news: "That thug Guang Long, his older brother Guang Biao, the captain of the mecha brigade, is no better."

"I've already spoken to the administrator. The evidence is solid; the fish rots from the head down. Guang Biao has already been dismissed and is under investigation. Without his brother there to back him up, a small fry like Guang Long won't be able to stir up any trouble in the future."

Yao Chuan nodded; with Guang Biao dealt with, a hidden danger had been removed.

However, Mu Chen changed the subject, his expression turning serious as he looked at Yao Chuan.

"But Xiao Chuan," he said earnestly, "you did the right thing this time, but having good skills doesn't mean you can act without restraint. In the future, when you encounter similar situations, regardless of who the other party is or how strong they are, your top priority must always be to ensure your own safety."

"Only by protecting yourself can you have the ability to protect others, understand?"

Feeling the care and concern in Mu Chen's words, Yao Chuan nodded seriously.

"I will remember that, Uncle Mu."

That night, back in his room.

Just as Yao Chuan sat down, Na'er, who had been quietly staying by his side, suddenly tilted her little face up, her amethyst-like eyes fixed on him as she said with great seriousness.

"Big Brother, I will protect you from now on."

Her soft, sweet voice carried an unquestionable sense of determination.

Yao Chuan felt a warmth spread through his heart.

He smiled and reached out to ruffle Na'er's soft, silver hair.

"Alright."

Looking at the innocent little girl before him, he knew the truth deep down.

This pure attachment existed because the vast memories of the Silver Dragon King had not yet fully awakened.

Once she truly "woke up," the little Na'er who relied on him might cease to exist.

Yet, he did not deliberately distance himself or treat Na'er coldly because of this "future."

On the contrary, he felt that taking this opportunity to boost Na'er's favorability toward him would be absolutely beneficial and harmless.

Once this favorability was built up, it would be equivalent to holding an extra trump card in his hand.

After all, his own Black Dragon martial soul possessed a genuine dragon-type aura, with a bloodline that was tyrannical and overbearing.

In the event that Na'er left one day before he had fully matured, and the true Silver Dragon King, Gu Yue, sensed his existence and developed the intention to devour and merge with him, he would be in deep trouble.

Therefore, maxing out Na'er's favorability now would at least give Gu Yue an extra reason to hesitate.

As Yao Chuan thought this, he couldn't help but rub Na'er's little head again.

Na'er narrowed her eyes in comfort, like a kitten being stroked the right way.

This scene was caught by Mu Xi, who had just walked in carrying a plate of fruit.

Crisis!

Alarm bells rang instantly in Mu Xi's heart.

She set the fruit platter on the table with a soft "thud."

Throughout dinner, she kept a straight face, eating as if chewing wax, barely touching her chopsticks.

Her eyes darted toward Yao Chuan and Na'er from time to time, while the little voice in her head screamed frantically.

It's over, it's over!

Could Yao Chuan... could he really be into little loli types like Na'er?

Does he not like my slightly more mature, older-sister style?

What do I do, what do I do...

Mu Xi was incredibly conflicted, her mind filled with chaotic thoughts.

On Yao Chuan's side, he was pondering something entirely different.

His mind was completely focused on how to deal with the supreme God King Tang in the future.

Although he knew that God King Tang's true form was bound by the laws of the God Realm and could not descend directly onto this continent, facing his divine consciousness projection still carried immense risks.

After all, this God King was notoriously cold-blooded and ruthless, with methods that were both cruel and absolute.

One only had to look at the previous genius he had set his sights on, Huo Yuhao, to see what he had been trained into.

To put it bluntly, it was no different from training a dog... (⊙︿⊙)

In the end, he even lost his own surname; a perfectly good Son of Destiny had been forced into becoming a laborer for the Tang Sect, with no end in sight.

Yao Chuan even thought darkly:

If God King Tang discovered his existence and decided that he, this "variable," had "cultivation value," would he get a sudden whim to replicate the Huo Yuhao script, perform a "magical transformation" on Tang Wulin, and even gender-bend him?

Then, would he find a way to force him into the game?

That poor little wretch Tang Wulin was already miserable enough being treated as a pawn.

If he were to be subjected to a gender-bend... the image was simply too much to contemplate.

It was too inhumane.

Therefore, after much deliberation, Yao Chuan decided that before he had fully developed, he should not jump to the forefront and clash head-on with God King Tang; the risk was too great.

The best approach was to hide behind the scenes and play a game of using others' strength to strike.

As for the specific execution, the core idea was simple: sow discord!

He needed to find a way to destroy the already fragile "foundation of trust" between God King Tang and his chosen pawn, Tang Wulin.

One had to realize that Tang Wulin had absolutely no feelings for God King Tang; all his affection for parents was given to his adoptive father, Tang Ziran, and his adoptive mother, Lang Yue.

The so-called "biological father" was just a vague shadow in his heart, perhaps even less intimate than a next-door neighbor.

It wouldn't actually be that difficult to drive a wedge between this plastic father-son duo.

The key lay in how to plant a seed of suspicion in Tang Wulin's heart early on.

A seed of suspicion specifically targeted at "old grandfathers."