Gu Yue's Jealousy Surges: Tang Wulin, You're Not Worthy

Gu Yue turned her head to look at him.

Those eyes had turned into vertical slits at some point, a cold, eerie light swirling within their purple irises.

Her figure was slight, soaked through by the rain.

Yet the aura in her eyes did not retreat in the slightest, even faintly suppressing Wu Zhangkong's pressure.

"I cannot beat him."

She said, her voice crisp and resolute.

"You haven't tried yet."

"There is no need to try."

Gu Yue's tone did not waver at all.

She tilted her head, glanced at Lin An, who stood on the stage completely dry, and the corners of her mouth curled up slightly.

A glimmer of tenderness suddenly flooded into those cold, vertical pupils.

"Because—I cannot win against fate."

The atmosphere in the training ground froze.

The rain poured down, yet no one made a sound.

Nearly a hundred gazes were fixed squarely on Gu Yue.

"If fate insists that I choose between him and myself—"

"I would rather die myself."

"I would rather die than hurt him. How could I possibly fight him?"

After Gu Yue finished speaking, she clamped her mouth shut.

Her expression returned to indifference.

The expressions of everyone off the stage cracked.

Xie Xie's mouth hung open wide enough to fit an egg, his mind buzzing.

It was just a training match, was it really necessary?

Making it sound like a life-or-death parting, was it really necessary?

Tang Wulin stood at the edge of the crowd.

He opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but found his throat felt as if it were tightly blocked by something.

He had lost.

He had lost completely.

Whether it was resolve or anything else, he had lost in a complete mess.

Wu Zhangkong stared at Gu Yue for a long time.

He did not ask again.

Because he saw sincerity in Gu Yue's eyes, saw a certain unquestionable determination.

"Go down."

In the end, Wu Zhangkong only said those two words.

Gu Yue nodded, turned, and walked off the stage.

Her steps were light, her back straight, no different from when she had first stepped up.

Lin An stood on the stage, his expression filled with confusion.

He had won.

He had won again.

He looked down at his own hands.

Suddenly, he felt a sense of "it is lonely at the top," of how lonely it was to be invincible.

Of course, he knew this was an illusion.

At his core, he was still a little piece of trash.

No matter how strong the Rainbow Dragon was, it was still an auxiliary type, with a physique as weak as tofu.

Any ruthless assault-type could make him cry with a single punch.

He had self-awareness.

But...

Could they not just let him have a proper fight?

Lin An sighed.

He jumped off the stage, his feet landing on the soaked playground ground, splashing up a small spray of water.

Gu Yue stood beneath the arena, watching his bewildered little expression, and felt overjoyed.

My wife must be completely head-over-heels for me right now.

A resolution made with one's life—who could withstand a confession of that caliber?

In truth, she knew that if she really fought, she could win.

Although Lin An's luck was strong, her own was not low; if they truly clashed, she might not necessarily lose.

But how could she ever lay a hand on her wife?

She didn't want to risk even the slightest possibility of hurting him.

However—the Dragon Queen's bewildered little expression was truly adorable.

If not for the many people watching, she would have rushed up to hug and kiss him fiercely already.

As for the fine?

Let them fine her.

She simply wouldn't pay it.

She didn't believe the Federation would dare storm the Spirit Pagoda to make an arrest.

She was the Deputy Pagoda Master of the Spirit Pagoda and the closed-door disciple of the Heavenly Phoenix Douluo; surely she couldn't be dragged away by the Federation just for owing a debt?

When the bell rang for the end of class, the rain happened to stop.

A crack opened in the clouds, letting sunlight leak through and plating the wet playground in a layer of pale gold.

Students walked toward the teaching building in twos and threes, their school uniforms soaked and clinging to their bodies, making them shiver from the cold.

Lin An walked in the direction of Tang Wulin.

Tang Wulin was leaning against a tree, his injuries not yet fully healed.

He saw Lin An walking toward him and instinctively lowered his head.

Then, a hand blocked Lin An's path.

Gu Yue stood between Lin An and Tang Wulin, her purple eyes filled with vigilance.

"An'an, don't go near him."

Her voice was low, carrying undisguised disgust and wariness.

"Tang Wulin has ulterior motives toward you; he's dangerous."

Ulterior motives?

Lin An silently retorted in his mind.

You're the one with the most ulterior motives here.

He ignored Gu Yue and stepped around her.

Gu Yue froze for a moment, then alarm bells rang in her heart, and she hurriedly chased after him.

She reached out to grab Lin An's hand, but Lin An slapped it away without looking back.

Smack. The sound was crisp and decisive.

Gu Yue's hand stiffened in mid-air, her fingers slowly curling into a fist.

She stood where she was, watching Lin An's retreating back, pressing her lips together with dark eyes.

In her view, Tang Wulin must be putting on an act.

This was all a scheme laid out by the Sea God Tang San.

The Dragon Queen was simply being deceived.

The coldness in Gu Yue's eyes flashed and vanished, and she quickly followed Lin An, stopping three steps behind him.

Lin An walked up to Tang Wulin and looked down at him.

Tang Wulin sat leaning against the tree trunk, wrapped in bandages, his school uniform scorched and tattered, revealing skin covered in burns and frost marks.

He kept his head down, not daring to look at Lin An.

"Your injuries haven't healed yet?" Lin An asked.

Tang Wulin nodded, his voice muffled: "The healing teacher said... Gu Yue's elemental power is quite special; it can't be cleared away for a while, so I have to recover for a few days."

Lin An frowned.

He took a metal box from his Soul Device and opened the lid.

Twelve syringes were neatly arranged inside.

He took one out and injected it into Tang Wulin's arm.

The moment the needle pierced his skin, Tang Wulin instinctively gasped.

Then, a life force so vast it was hard to describe erupted from the injection site.

The elemental power remaining in his meridians was as fragile as paper before this torrent of life force, swept away and scattered into nothingness.

The wounds on his body healed at a speed visible to the naked eye.

They scabbed over, fell off, and the new skin beneath was as smooth as before.

It took no more than a dozen seconds in total.

The surrounding students gasped in unison.

"What is that? The effect is too ridiculous!"

"A healing soul master said this injury would take three days to recover from, and it's fixed with one injection?"

"How much must that needle cost..."

Someone who knew their stuff swallowed hard.

He lowered his voice.

"My family is in the medicinal herb business."

"That golden luster, if I'm not mistaken, is Millennium Dragon Blood Grass Extract."

"The market price starts at fifty thousand Federal Credits per gram."

"That vial contains at least ten grams."

Five hundred thousand.

One needle, five hundred thousand Federal Credits.

The area went silent instantly.

Everyone looked at the box of injections in Lin An's hand, their expressions shifting.

"What a waste of heaven's gifts..."

Someone muttered under their breath.

Their voice was filled with heartache and envy.

For an injury like this, a healing-type soul master would have sufficed, costing at most a bit of time.

Why use such expensive medicine?

Tang Wulin felt his vitality surging within him.

He wanted to speak.

Lin An interrupted him.

"Don't move."

Lin An's voice was very calm.

He extended his hand, palm facing upward.

Under the post-rain sunlight, that hand was so pale it was almost translucent.

The knuckles were well-defined, the lines clear.

Tang Wulin froze.

He looked at that hand, feeling somewhat flustered.

It was too clean.

His own hands were covered in mud, blood scabs, and stains.

He didn't dare to touch it, afraid of dirtying it.

"Hold it."

Lin An repeated calmly.

Tang Wulin gritted his teeth.

He wiped his hand hard against his pants twice.

Then, he placed it onto Lin An's palm with extreme caution.

He didn't dare to grip it, merely pressing against it lightly.

The temperature of Lin An's skin traveled to his palm.

It was cool.

Just as he had imagined.

Gu Yue stood three steps away, watching this scene.

The jealousy surging in her chest nearly burned through her reason.

Her purple eyes were fixed tightly on their joined hands.

Her pupils constricted into dangerous vertical slits.

But she did not move.

She could not lash out.

The Dragon Queen was already growing averse to her proximity.

To rush forward and separate them again would only push Lin An further away.

She took a deep breath, forcing the violence back into the depths of her heart.

Yet, the darkness in her eyes grew ever more intense.

Sooner or later, I will make you disappear.

What kind of status do you think you have, to be worthy of competing with This King for the Dragon Queen?