Gu Yue: The Dragon God is Dead, It's Only Right That I Care for His Wife and Children

Lin An shot her a speechless glance.

"Then you're coming too?"

Gu Yue froze for a moment.

The next second, she released Lin An's wrist, grabbed his hand tightly in return, and put on a dead-serious expression.

"Please, by all means, let me join."

Xie Xie stood on the periphery of the crowd, watching this scene with a complicated expression.

He had heard that the atmosphere in Ming Capital was open-minded.

Could it be that they...

His face flushed slightly, and messy images uncontrollably flooded his mind.

He opened his mouth, wanting to say "count me in," but swallowed the words back down.

His skin wasn't thick enough.

He lowered his head and sighed silently.

The morning combat class ended in a bizarre atmosphere.

Students walked toward the dormitory building in twos and threes, chattering incessantly.

Some envied Tang Wulin, some were curious about what would happen in Lin An's dorm tonight, and even more were calculating how to get closer to Lin An in the future.

Lin An returned to his dorm alone.

He closed the door, leaned his back against the panel, and let out a long breath.

He had continuously released soul skills, helped Tang Wulin clear his meridians, and withstood the impact of soul power.

On top of not sleeping all night, he now felt his temples throbbing, his eyelids as heavy as lead.

There was a stimulant injection in his Soul Device; one prick would wake him right up.

But he glanced at his pale wrist and gave up on the idea.

His foundation was already weak; another injection would only make him weaker.

His drug tolerance couldn't compare to Tang Wulin's Golden Dragon King bloodline.

Time for a shower.

He grabbed a change of clothes and walked into the bathroom.

Hot water poured down from overhead, and steam billowed out, blurring the mirror.

The water flowed down the lines of his shoulders and neck, traced across his spine and waist, and pooled into a warm puddle at his feet.

Lin An closed his eyes, enjoying this brief moment of quiet.

Yet, his back felt strangely chilly.

It felt as if a pair of eyes were watching him from the shadows.

He glanced back.

The bathroom was empty, with only mist drifting slowly under the lights.

Must be an illusion.

He shook his head and continued rinsing off.

The afternoon bell rang.

Lin An walked out wrapped in a bath towel, his hair still dripping.

He checked the time, then looked at his class schedule.

Physical training.

Wu Zhangkong's class.

That ice-cold face from the morning surfaced in his mind.

In his current state, he would be lying in the infirmary after just two laps.

Should he skip it?

No, he'd better ask for leave.

He casually sent a message to Long Hengxu, then collapsed onto the bed.

The mattress was soft, and the quilt smelled of sunshine.

He buried his face in the pillow and let out a long sigh.

He didn't fall asleep immediately.

He was thinking.

Tang Wulin's drug tolerance was even stronger than he had anticipated.

The physical body of the Golden Dragon King bloodline was like a furnace, capable of refining and absorbing any medicinal power.

At this rate, reaching level twenty in half a year would be more than enough.

But the real challenge was not leveling up.

It was the riot of the Golden Dragon King bloodline.

To obtain the complete bloodline, one had to suppress a riot at least once.

And a riot, I fear, would mean forcibly breaking the seals within Tang Wulin.

The consequence could be him being devoured by the killing consciousness within the seals, or even having his body possessed.

Regarding this, he was not yet confident.

As for Gu Yue's Silver Dragon King bloodline, the task was more specific.

He needed to fully collect her data, work with her to forge Battle Armor exceeding the one-word rank, and gain her approval.

The main materials were almost all gathered.

Magic Silver, Star Crystal, Void Jade, and Seven Element Crystal.

Each item was a top-tier product obtained by utilizing the core channels of the Universal Group.

Gu Yue's Reverse Scale was already inside the Soul Device.

The only thing missing was Gu Yue's own knowledge base.

She hadn't memorized a single one of those books on forging and Soul Guidance Engineering.

No, he had to push her.

As for Xie Xie's Dragon of Time and Space bloodline, the task requirement was to help him absorb a ten-thousand-year time-space type soul beast and use its origin to activate the bloodline.

It sounded simple.

But he had exhausted all resources and scoured the Federation's soul beast catalog, yet he couldn't find any so-called time-space type soul beasts.

The Dark Demon Evil God Tiger, which might have been related to time and space according to records, had been extinct for who knows how many years.

The Spirit Pagoda might have clues, but they wouldn't necessarily sell them.

Outside the window, the sky turned gloomy.

Scattered afternoon raindrops tapped against the glass, making a faint, crisp sound.

Listening to the rain, Lin An finally relaxed his tense nerves, and sleepiness surged like a tide.

His eyelids slowly closed, and his breathing gradually steadied.

He fell asleep.

He did not notice that the silver Reverse Scale in his embrace was glowing faintly.

During the afternoon physical training class.

The playground was shrouded in the muggy heat of the afternoon; the morning rain had long since evaporated, leaving only a few shallow puddles in the mud.

The students of Class Five lined up on the playground, each of them looking miserable.

Wu Zhangkong stood at the front of the formation, his white clothes like snow, his expression emotionless.

His gaze swept coldly over everyone, like an ice blade scraping across their throats.

"Stretch."

Everyone bent over in unison.

Gu Yue stood in the ranks, performing the stretching exercises, but the expression on her face was distracted.

Her pupils were slightly unfocused, and the corners of her mouth twitched from time to time, as if she were trying hard to suppress something.

In reality, she was perceiving the images transmitted back through the Reverse Scale.

She wasn't peeking.

She was merely confirming the Dragon Queen's safety.

The perception transmitted back by the Reverse Scale was very blurry, not just visual, but also mixed with fragments of touch and temperature.

She could feel the flow of warm water and the subtle sensation of fabric rubbing against skin.

She could see a blurry yet graceful silhouette in the mist, as well as that hair draped over the shoulders.

The wife looks so good when she's bathing.

It's a pity there's too much mist.

Gu Yue shook her head violently, two abnormal flushes of red burning on her face.

No, how could I think like that? I'm a pure-love person.

She took a deep breath, trying to drive those images out of her mind.

But the more she tried to drive them away, the more that blurry silhouette burrowed into her brain.

Although the Dragon Queen was the wife of the Dragon God.

And theoretically, she and the Dragon God were indeed two separate individuals.

But since the Dragon God was dead, and he himself was his other half, it was only reasonable and justified for him to take care of the Dragon God's wife and child.

Right.

Justified.

Gu Yue cheered herself on in her heart.

"Gu Yue, what are you thinking about? Ah! You have a nosebleed!"

Xie Xie had leaned in at some point, looking at her with a bewildered expression.

What on earth was this guy fantasizing about while training?

Her face was flushed even more intensely than if Tang Wulin had taken a stimulant.

Gu Yue abruptly raised her hand to wipe her nose.

Clean. There was nothing there.

She turned her head to look at Xie Xie.

"Xie... Xie!"

Her face turned livid; she grabbed Xie Xie by the collar and swung her fist, pummeling him relentlessly.

"Ahhh! I was wrong, I was wrong!"

Xie Xie screamed repeatedly as he was beaten, clutching his head and scrambling away, "I didn't see anything! I really didn't see anything!"

Tang Wulin stood on the other side of the formation, watching this scene in silence.

He had already sensed Gu Yue's disgust, and even killing intent, toward him.

His heart felt somewhat bitter.

Before, even if he and Gu Yue weren't lovers, there had at least been some element of friendship between them.

But now, because of Lin An's appearance, there was nothing left in Gu Yue's eyes when she looked at him but coldness and hostility.