Long Yeyue's Fury, Storms Rise Again

Holding the recommendation letter, Gu Yue stepped out of the Spirit Pagoda headquarters and sat in the soul-guided vehicle heading toward the train station, feeling somewhat disheveled.

She had messed up.

She had originally given up on the bet and decided not to seek out Tang Wulin, but then Qian Jue insisted on going to the Eastsea to study.

There was no helping it; she simply couldn't refuse Qian Jue's request.

Forget it, forget it. If he's going, then he's going. She didn't need to flirt with Tang Wulin anymore; she could just focus all her efforts on winning over Qian Jue.

Gu Yue looked at Qian Jue, who had fallen asleep in the seat beside her, curled up like a little kitten. Drool began to drip from the corner of her mouth before she even realized it.

"Heh, hehe... My wife is so beautiful."

She pulled out her human-use soul-guided communicator and snapped photo after photo of Qian Jue, the sound of the shutter clicking incessantly.

Fortunately, this was the soul-guided express train, specifically the VIP carriage reserved for the Spirit Pagoda, so there was no one else around.

Otherwise, Gu Yue's cold, aloof persona would have shattered into pieces.

"So cold... Grandma... please don't hit me anymore..."

In his deep sleep, Qian Jue suddenly furrowed his brows and murmured in a low voice.

Seeing the expression on his face, he was surely dreaming of some unpleasant experience.

Gu Yue quickly caught the key points from his fragmented words.

It seemed that Qian Jue had been abused.

Who was this "Grandma" he spoke of?

The temperature in the carriage plummeted, and frost began to condense in the air, yet the seat where Qian Jue lay remained well-protected, untouched by the dropping temperature.

"Di Tian," Gu Yue said softly.

The next moment, the figure of a middle-aged man in black robes appeared silently within the high-speed soul-guided carriage.

From his imposing, naturally authoritative face and the streak of golden hair on his forehead, one could tell that this middle-aged man was none other than the Beast God, Di Tian.

"My Lord."

Di Tian bowed slightly, then suddenly noticed Qian Jue in the seat.

Di Tian, who was usually as calm as a mirror and remained unmoved even if Mount Tai collapsed before him, now wore an expression of utter disbelief.

"My Lord, is this child the reincarnation of the Dragon Venerable?"

The Dragon Venerable, the first ruler of the dragon race, had united the scattered dragon tribes across the universe and laid the foundation for the Dragon God Realm—a truly great pioneer.

Born from humble beginnings, he achieved greatness. Legend had it that he was a female dragon in his early years and transformed into a male after ascending to godhood, possessing both the radiance of a mother and the majesty and dignity of a father.

His deeds were worth remembering by all dragonkind; even the Dragon God himself had compiled the Tiamat Quotes, which served as the designated textbook for all young dragons.

The Dragon Venerable's monumental achievements were not only in carving out a territory for the dragon race but also in personally raising the second-generation Dragon God.

The Dragon God had inherited the will of Lord Tiamat, expanding the borders and forging a legendary era that belonged to the dragons.

Although it eventually declined due to some unknown cause, all dragons still held a heartfelt reverence for the creator of that epic legend, Lord Tiamat.

Di Tian was no exception; as a young dragon in the academy, he had even won first place in the Tiamat Quotes recitation competition.

To be able to see his idol today, it was inevitable that he would lose his composure.

A fanatical light flickered in Di Tian's eyes as he looked at Gu Yue.

"As expected of my Lord, the Silver Dragon King who inherited the wisdom of the Dragon God, the leader of the soul beast clan."

"By entering the game herself, becoming a disciple of the Spirit Pagoda's Deputy Tower Master, she has even recovered the long-lost first ruler of the dragon race."

"Then the bet with Na'er must also be a part of my Lord's plan, right?"

Di Tian mused to himself, feeling ashamed for his earlier doubts.

At the time, he had wondered if his Lord's decision was the result of staying in the Lake of Life for too long, thinking she had water in her brain.

"Now it seems, all of this was my Lord's meticulous planning!"

"Indeed, even if all our wisdom were gathered together, it would not equal one ten-thousandth of my Lord's."

Gu Yue, currently in a foul mood, did not know that her image had inexplicably become even more towering in Di Tian's mind.

Di Tian looked at Qian Jue with burning eyes; he really wanted to go up and take a photo with this dragon legend.

'Is it not said that heaven never closes the path of the dragon?'

It was this very quote that had sustained him through the long years, supporting him in an era where soul beasts had no gods, enemies lurked beyond the heavens, and humanity was developing rapidly.

Lord Tiamat, we love you so much!

Suddenly, Gu Yue flashed forward, blocking the space between Di Tian and Qian Jue.

Who gave you permission to stare at my wife like that?

Sensing his Lord's irritation, Di Tian cleared his throat and returned to his icy, stoic face:

"I wonder, my Lord, what instructions do you have for this summons?"

"I need you to investigate Xiao Qian's past; he is suspected of having been abused."

Di Tian's originally calm face turned incomparably gloomy, and his body trembled slightly as he suppressed his own rage.

"My Lord, I will set out to investigate."

"But I have a request for you."

"What is it?"

At this moment, Di Tian's dragon-like features were fully revealed, and his golden vertical pupils seemed to be ignited, flickering with golden flames:

"Once that person is found, please leave the disposal to me."

"As you wish."

Inside Shrek Academy, on Sea God Lake.

Long Yeyue, who was sitting on a boat fishing while idling away, suddenly felt a sense of unease.

What could be the cause of this heart palpitations?

With her level of cultivation, which was nearly mystical, it was normal to have premonitions about an ominous future.

However, this feeling was subtle and not necessarily accurate, yet she could not help but feel agitated by the disturbance in her heart.

Could it be about that child, Qian Jue?

Thinking about it carefully, her behavior just now had indeed been a bit excessive. A child's skin was delicate, and if it hadn't been treated properly, there was a high chance of infection.

Forget it, forget it; she should just take him to see a doctor.

No matter how much she disliked the son of that bastard, out of respect for Old Bei's willingness to take him in, she should at least ensure he had an heir; she couldn't let Qian Jue die so inexplicably.

"I happen to have two candies in my pocket. I won't make him drink rice water today; I'll make an exception and let him have some sugar."

Lan Muzi, who was rowing the boat nearby, felt speechless after hearing Long Yeyue's whisper.

Who raises a child by feeding them nothing but rice water every day instead of meat, eggs, or milk?

To end up with such a guardian, that child was truly down on his luck.

Lan Muzi wanted to offer some advice; Tang Yinmeng was currently preparing for pregnancy, and he was about to become a father himself, so he had learned quite a bit about childcare.

It could only be said that Long Yeyue's way of raising a child was pure abuse.

Unfortunately, the title of Shrek Academy's most stubborn person wasn't just for show. Even the Sea God Pavilion Master, Yun Ming, couldn't persuade her. As a mere registered disciple, his words carried little weight, so what could he possibly do?

"Lan Muzi, come with me."

"Yes, Sister Yue."

The two figures vanished from Sea God Lake.

Arriving at the apartment where Qian Jue lived, Long Yeyue unlocked the door, but as soon as she stepped inside, she sensed something was wrong.

"Xiao Qian, Grandma brought you some candy."

"Xiao Qian?"

There was no response from inside the room, and Long Yeyue could not sense Qian Jue's presence.

She immediately panicked.

Could something have happened?

But the next moment, Lan Muzi's discovery turned Long Yeyue's worry into rage.

"Sister Yue, the window here is open. I suspect Xiao Qian must have run out to play or something."

"Who gave him permission to go out and play?!"

Long Yeyue's eyes turned blood-red, she panted like an ox, and cursed loudly:

"What is a brat who hasn't even awakened his martial soul doing running around? Without my permission, he should have stayed obediently at home. Otherwise, why do you think I locked the door?"

Lan Muzi was left speechless.

Children at that age were naturally active and loved to play; locking Qian Jue inside the house was nothing more than a form of imprisonment.

"Go find him! Once you bring him back, I'll make sure he knows what the family traditions and rules of my Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan are!"

After issuing the order, Long Yeyue plopped down onto the sofa. Lan Muzi did not want to provoke her at a time like this and quickly slipped out to search for the boy.

"You little brat, when you come back this time, I'm going to starve you for two days! You won't even get rice water!"