The Dragon's Surge Boils the Spring · The Sacred Dragon Falls into Peril

In the real world, inside the treatment room.

Long Jinyu opened his eyes, a trace of lingering shock and... ripples still remaining in his heterochromatic pupils.

He immediately lowered his head to look at Ma Xiaotao, who was still fast asleep in his arms with her eyes tightly shut. Her cheeks were flushed with a healthy glow, and her breathing was steady and long.

His gaze involuntarily fell upon her delicate, alluring lips, and the sweet, delectable sensation from his Spiritual Sea seemed to resurface.

His Adam's apple bobbed uncontrollably, and a wave of heat surged straight to his head!

No!

He rubbed his temples, forcibly suppressing the restlessness, and carefully placed Ma Xiaotao back onto the hospital bed.

Both of their clothes were soaked through with sweat. An aggressive scent, a mixture of the young woman's natural fragrance and the faint saltiness of sweat, domineeringly drilled into his nostrils.

Long Jinyu glanced at the moving curves faintly outlined beneath Ma Xiaotao's drenched clothing, only to feel the fire he had just suppressed showing signs of reigniting.

A heatwave, stemming entirely from physiological instinct, rushed violently toward his lower abdomen, igniting his blood once more.

Before his brain could even process a thought, a primitive and impactful urge sprang forth—

I want... to have her!

The thought was savage and direct, carrying the possessive desire of male instinct, leaving him breathless.

But it lasted only for an instant.

It was as if a basin of ice water mixed with ice cubes had been dumped over his head.

He stood up, looking somewhat disheveled, and walked quickly to the door to call for the nurse:

"Cough... help her change into clean clothes, be careful."

"I... I am going to rest. Notify me the moment she wakes up...!"

"Y-y-yes! Master!" The nurse caught a glimpse of the "small tent" in Long Jinyu's trousers, blushed, and stammered in response.

After giving his instructions, he fled the treatment room as if running for his life, heading straight for his private lounge in the Yanhuang Lingyun Medical Mansion—

He needed to take a cold shower immediately and... handle certain physiological reactions unavoidable at his age of hot-blooded youth on his own.

Having held Ma Xiaotao for so long, experiencing such an unconventional "battle," and finally...

He was a normal man, and with the "dragon nature is inherently lustful," holding back until now was truly his limit.

Half an hour later, feeling refreshed and wearing a clean robe, Long Jinyu returned to his office. The heat on his face had faded, and his eyes had returned to their usual calm.

Ma Xiaotao had not yet woken up, so it was time to attend to serious matters.

He sank his consciousness into his sea of consciousness and began to demand an explanation: 'System brat, explain yourself? Why were you playing dead earlier?'

[What brat! How bold! This system was not "playing dead," but was absorbing the massive energy and rule insights accumulated by the host to undergo a crucial core upgrade.]

[Upgrade complete. New functional module: "Dragon Clan Covenant" has been enabled.]

[Description: The host may consume specific resources or complete specific tasks in the future to summon powerful dragons from different planes who respond to the call of the "Codex" to descend and assist in battle.]

Upon hearing this, Long Jinyu felt a surge of joy.

The internal problems within Shrek were numerous and he didn't trust them at all; while the Yanhuang Lingyun Medical Mansion was good, it was ultimately an "inheritance" left behind by Sister Su.

Now... he could finally possess a force that belonged entirely to himself!

His heart surged with excitement, and with a grand wave of his hand, he commanded with a touch of bravado: "Good! It comes at just the right time! Don't dawdle, summon all of the Nine Dragon God Guards immediately! Follow me to flatten the Holy Spirit Cult!"

Silence filled his mind.

[System:...]

Long Jinyu frowned: "What? I told you to summon them, why aren't you reacting?"

[System tone devoid of emotion: The Nine Dragon God Guards are too powerful; each one requires a massive amount of points to summon.]

[Host's current points: 46,000,201. Insufficient. Furthermore, according to core algorithmic projections, if the Nine Guards were to descend simultaneously, their combined energy would be enough to unify Douluo Planet in a short period.]

"Damn! Points again..."

Long Jinyu couldn't help but curse under his breath, but his attention was immediately drawn by the latter half of the system's statement.

"...But, the Nine Dragon God Guards are that strong? That's a good thing; it adds another trump card for dealing with other transmigrators. Then what can I summon right now?"

[The current system level is low and energy channels are limited; it can only locate and attempt to summon Spirit Masters with Dragon-type Martial Souls from the timeline of the first Douluo Continent. Would you like to perform a free random summon now?]

Long Jinyu: "..."

It seems he had been happy too soon.

"All thunder and no rain? What happened to the dragons of the heavens and myriad worlds? This is it? I can only summon from the first Douluo?"

"Dragon Spirit Masters from the Douluo Continent era... aside from those few top-tier ones, aren't most of them just background characters? From what I remember, there weren't even many Titled Douluo, and the strongest seemed to be around level 95, right?"

He attempted to haggle.

"Can you make an exception and skip a version? Even summoning someone from the Douluo Dalu III era would work; at least bring Long Yeyue over to hold down the fort?"

[Insufficient permissions. Summoning entities from the Douluo Dalu I era is the current limit. This summon is a free trial; you want to play with Long Yeyue? You're dreaming. Unless you pay extra... oh wait, paying extra won't work either.]

Long Jinyu's mouth twitched: "Profiteer! An absolute profiteer! Fine, fine, beggars can't be choosers... start it."

[System: Initiating summoning sequence...]

"Wait!"

Long Jinyu suddenly grew alert.

"You aren't going to scam me, are you? If you randomly summon a Soul Ancestor-era Huo Wushuang or Yu Tianheng... then who is protecting whom? I'm afraid I'd end up acting as their babysitter!"

[The system's tone carried a hint of innocent mockery: The summoning result is completely random. Please remain optimistic, host. What if you summon a Soul King-era Huo Wushuang or Yu Tianheng?]

A vein pulsed on Long Jinyu's forehead: "What the hell is the difference?! They're still weaklings!"

[So, is the host summoning or not? When did you become so indecisive?]

"..."

Long Jinyu was left speechless. He silently prayed that his 99 points of Luck would actually do something, gritted his teeth, and said:

"Do it! Spirits of heaven and earth, Great Supreme Laozi, show your power! God-tier draw! Give me Bone Douluo, Thunder Douluo, or even Sea Dragon Douluo would be fine!"

[Command confirmed. Scanning relevant planes... Douluo Dalu I historical timeline... Locating target meeting criteria... Spatial coordinates anchored...]

[Target locked: Tuoba Xi.]

[Martial Soul: White Armored Earth Dragon.]

[Level: 91, Holy Dragon Douluo.]

[Status: Currently having soul power and life force drained by the Rakshasa God successor Bibi Dong via secret arts, on the verge of death. Executing 'Emergency Summon' protocol... 3... 2... 1...]

"Tuoba Xi? That Sect Master of the Holy Dragon Sect?"

He quickly searched his memories.

"Hmm... although he doesn't compare to those super Douluos I was hoping for, he's at least a legitimate Titled Douluo. Better than summoning a Soul King or Soul Emperor."

He rubbed his chin and evaluated objectively:

"However, expecting him to help me build a faction to oppose the Holy Spirit Cult, Body Sect, and Shrek is still quite unrealistic."

"A 91st-level Titled Douluo with a top-tier Earth Dragon Martial Soul is still 'roadside trash' among high-level combatants, but he's still much better than those frauds like Cheng Gang."

"It seems that if I want to truly 'not eat beef,' the core will have to rely on the future Nine Dragon God Guards."

As soon as he finished speaking, a flash of golden light appeared before him, accompanied by a faint spatial ripple, followed by a "thud."

A tall, burly figure landed face-down on the floor and remained motionless.

The man wore a tattered, stained white soul master robe; dragon-shaped patterns were vaguely visible on the fabric, but they were devoid of any luster.

His hair was gray and disheveled, spread across the floor. No trace of powerful soul power fluctuations could be felt from him, only a faint breath of life that seemed ready to extinguish at any moment.

Long Jinyu: "???"

He froze for two seconds before reacting, nearly jumping up:

"Holy crap! You little system brat! You scammer! You drag someone over here and don't even bother to heal them?! He's about to kick the bucket!"

"Dragon Bath Spring Rain!"

He let out a low shout, too busy to complain further. His right hand was instantly enveloped in a rich, emerald light. Pure and majestic ultimate life energy, like a sweet spring, poured unsparingly into the dying Tuoba Xi on the floor.

The emerald halo completely shrouded Tuoba Xi, forcibly dispelling the lingering remnants of the Rakshasa God's power and nourishing his dried-up meridians and withered life essence.

As Long Jinyu exerted his full strength, he couldn't help but roar in his heart:

Big brother! You better not die! I'm short on manpower here! If you kick the bucket right after arriving, wouldn't I be taking a massive loss?!

Besides, this is a hospital! If you die here, where would I, the "Master," put my face?!