Refusing Rice Oil Parenting, Escaping the Dragon Runner

Shrek City, a small apartment in the outer district.

Qian Jue was standing on a stool, heating up the leftover rice porridge from last night on the stove.

An old woman in plain clothes pushed the door open and walked in, carrying some fruits and vegetables.

"Grandma Yue, you're here. I'm making porridge; it'll be ready in a moment."

The person who had arrived was none other than Long Yeyue, the Light and Dark Douluo, and the current Vice Pavilion Master of the Sea God Pavilion.

Looking at the child's innocent and guileless face, Long Yeyue felt a slight stir in her heart.

But soon, her reason was overwhelmed by feelings of resentment and hatred.

"At such a young age, you already enjoy doing these useless chores, acting so charming and calculating."

Qian Jue looked blank, blinking his large eyes, not understanding what Long Yeyue was talking about.

He only wanted to repay Grandma Long Yeyue; after his parents passed away, she was the one who had led people to bring him back from the filthy orphanage.

Although Grandma Yue had a terrible temper and would often hit or scold him at the slightest provocation.

But his mother had said that one must always be grateful and repay kindness.

Qian Jue firmly believed that it was because he hadn't done something right that he had angered Grandma Yue.

But in reality, that was not the case.

Long Yeyue looked at Qian Jue's fair and cute face, where the contours of her late husband's features could be vaguely discerned, and a nameless fire rose in her heart.

She had never been able to forget Chen Xinjie, and she had even conceived a child with him out of wedlock.

Later, after Chen Xinjie left, she had agreed to Elder Bei's proposal and stayed with him for life, only to suffer a miscarriage after witnessing his wedding.

This was the pain of her entire life.

Because of this grudge, or perhaps because she still held onto thoughts of Chen Xinjie, she never had a second child.

Yet, on his deathbed, that man had apologized to her, confessing that after marrying her, he had also had a brief affair and fathered a child.

This was a naked betrayal!

She had no children of her own, so why should Bei Xun have descendants, and ones born to another woman at that?

Even though her husband had begged her on his deathbed to look after his descendants, Long Yeyue had never done so.

This was simply her nature; Long Yeyue never tolerated the slightest grievance.

Otherwise, she would never have done something like storming the Spirit Pagoda headquarters and slapping the Pagoda Master in public, nearly sparking an all-out war between the two factions.

It was only recently, upon learning that her husband's descendants were reduced to a single seedling, that she had struggled with her conscience and brought him back to raise him in secret.

Qian Jue was born cute, obedient, and sensible; it was hard not to like him.

But the moment she thought of his ancestors, and her husband's betrayal and deception, Long Yeyue's jealousy burned like fire.

The white porridge was nearly done, and Qian Jue stood on his tiptoes, using a ladle to scoop the porridge into a bowl.

Stepping down from the stool, Qian Jue carefully used a rag to insulate the heat and carried the bowl of porridge to Long Yeyue.

"Grandma Yue, time to eat~" (╹▽╹)

Watching Qian Jue's sensible demeanor, Long Yeyue recalled that brat Yun Ming talking about letting Na'er and Qian Jue cultivate their relationship and arranging a betrothal between them.

What a happy life that would be.

Thinking of this, Long Yeyue swung her hand and shoved Qian Jue directly to the ground.

The scalding white porridge spilled all over Qian Jue due to the push.

"Ah!"

Qian Jue collapsed on the floor, letting out a heart-wrenching cry.

Long Yeyue was slightly touched, but she quickly returned to her former coldness.

"You can't even handle such a small injury? How shameful."

She casually infused a strand of soul power into Qian Jue to suppress his injuries, then turned and left; staying here only made her feel more annoyed.

After Long Yeyue left, Qian Jue lay on the floor, gasping for air, his voice growing hoarse.

His hollow gaze gradually regained clarity.

A flood of images and memories surged into his mind, as if some kind of switch had been triggered.

"This mystery of the womb was broken way too late; I had to be abused by that crazy woman Long Yeyue for so long..."

Qian Jue endured the burns on his chest and climbed up from the floor.

That's right, he was a transmigrator.

Strictly speaking, he was one before, and now he could be considered reborn.

In his life before last, he had failed a hundred-ton weight challenge because he was looking down at his phone, and after transmigrating to the Douluo Continent, he was reborn by a system.

The good news was that he was born before the Douluo Continent existed, as part of the universe's top-tier race, the Dragon Clan.

And he had a resounding name: Tiamat.

The bad news was that his style was gone, and his own bloodline was mediocre even among the Dragon Clan.

Compared to the little Nine-Colored Dragon he had saved from the jaws of a Behemoth, who had insisted on marrying him when she grew up, he was nothing.

Fortunately, perhaps through unremitting effort and many fortuitous encounters, he had successfully unified the Dragon Clan and become its first sovereign.

Under Qian Jue's rule, the Dragon Clan had flourished.

Dominating the universe, creating a brand-new God Star, and achieving dimensional transition were likely not just fantasies.

As a half-step Supreme God King, he had lacked for nothing at that time.

The only fly in the ointment was that the little Nine-Colored Dragon, in her pursuit of him, had gone to extreme lengths, earning her the title of the Dragon Clan's number one yandere.

After being pestered so relentlessly for so many years, it would be a lie to say he wasn't moved; even if there was no romantic love, a familial bond had likely formed long ago.

Just as he was preparing to agree to be with his "little sister," the Nine-Colored Dragon, the Behemoth, the Golden Lion Mastiff, and the Phoenix Clan—with whom he had already signed a covenant—suddenly went mad and launched an all-out war against the Dragon Clan.

In the end, he was severely wounded in a sneak attack by the God of Phoenix and a Purple Gold Behemoth, and he felt his life essence slipping away bit by bit in the arms of the little Nine-Colored Dragon.

Before his consciousness completely dissipated, the damn system claimed it had messed up the reincarnation timestamp, then dumped him into this era and ran off.

As it turned out, the DLC from his past life hadn't been installed during his rebirth!

It had caused him to fall into the hands of Long Yeyue and suffer such bullying for no reason.

"Hiss... truly worthy of being the number one absurd Limit Douluo. Doesn't she know children have delicate skin? A burn like this is the least of it; it'll leave a scar." Qian Jue muttered in dissatisfaction.

He had only read the first three parts of Douluo and hadn't bothered to learn about the later ones.

But the impression "Long the Runner" had left on him was definitely profound.

Setting aside her emotional infidelity, her fiery personality and poor temper could only be considered a lack of personal morality.

But as a leader of a faction, to completely disregard the big picture, act as she pleased, and go to someone else's doorstep to slap their top leader in the face—that was absurd enough.

It was even worse later on.

When all of humanity, including Shrek Academy, faced an invasion and Chen Xinjie fell, Long Yeyue didn't think to at least take one of the enemy's powerhouses down with her to alleviate the pressure on Shrek Academy and all of humanity! Instead, she had simply ignored everything and committed suicide to follow her lover in death.

The nickname "Long the Runner" was thus solidified.

Qian Jue endured the pain, rummaged through the medicine chest, and took out some ointment for burns to treat his wounds.

Then, he controlled the rampaging soul power of Long Yeyue within his body to heal himself.

Perhaps because he was the sovereign of the Dragon Clan in his past life and had broken through the "mystery of the womb" in this one, this top-tier soul power belonging to the Light and Dark Holy Dragon was easily tamed by Qian Jue.

Although he hadn't awakened his Martial Soul yet, controlling a small wisp of soul power was not a difficult task for him.

His previous self was a half-step Supreme God King; if he didn't even have this much ability, he would have died long ago in the cruel wars between cosmic races.

Temporarily suppressing his injuries and ensuring they wouldn't get infected, Qian Jue made a decision.

"I must escape, as far away as possible."

"If someone as cute, obedient, and sensible as me can't warm Long Yeyue's twisted heart, I might just be killed by this woman one day if I don't run."

He looked at himself in the mirror; with this delicate, jade-like appearance, any normal person would surely feel empathy.

Unfortunately, Long Yeyue was not a normal person.

Qian Jue looked out the window at the drifting white clouds and the clear, vast sky.

Escape Shrek, then survive.

Finally, ascend to the heights once more!

Of course, a journey of a thousand miles begins with a single step.

For now, he should head to the Spirit Pagoda and get his Martial Soul awakened first.