Gu Yue Curled into a Ball After Being Seen Naked: "The Silver Dragon King Has Lost All Face—Might as Well Have Been Stewed!"

Lin Yan withdrew his finger and shook his hand expressionlessly.

So hard.

His knuckles throbbed faintly, as if he had flicked a steel plate.

He lowered his head and looked at the fat dragon clutching her head, wearing an aggrieved expression as she hissed at him in a babyish voice.

His gaze fell on her scales.

The silvery-white scales gleamed with a soft metallic luster beneath the light.

That flick just now had felt like striking a solid iron ingot.

These scales...

Lin Yan's pupils shifted slightly.

They could probably be used as special materials and sold for quite a bit of money, right?

With money, he could buy a Soul Spirit.

He could change his fate.

Lin Yan's mind was still racing when his hand instinctively reached toward the kitchen knife beside him.

When Gu Yue saw that hand touch the knife handle, her heart nearly leaped out of her throat.

With a thud, she scrambled up from the stove and retreated backward on all fours.

Her back struck an enamel bowl with a clatter.

There was nowhere left to retreat.

Wait. A Soul Spirit.

Lin Yan's movement suddenly stopped.

His gaze returned to Gu Yue, carefully examining her from head to tail.

She might be a little useless.

Only twenty centimeters long, fat as a ball, and impossible to cook through even after an hour.

But she was, after all, the strongest being in that Mushroom World.

Within that Microscopic World where he had repeatedly created and destroyed the world across nine eras.

This silver dragon was the only creature that had broken through dimensional limits, devoured the world's entire origin, and achieved physical manifestation.

Her control over the elements, the level of her bloodline, and the height of her status.

She was absolutely no weaker than any Soul Beast in this world.

It was only because he lacked sufficient power to fully manifest her.

She was weak now not because she herself was weak, but because he was too poor.

"Did you pee in the soup?"

Lin Yan spoke calmly.

Gu Yue's eyes widened, and her little head buzzed as though it had exploded.

Pee?

She abruptly lowered her head to look at the rainbow-colored soup in the pot.

Then she raised her head and looked at Lin Yan's expressionless face.

Only then did she belatedly realize.

He thought that elemental radiance was her pee???

"Awoo—!!"

Gu Yue shook her head frantically.

Her head swung like a rattle drum.

Her whole body sprang off the stove as her two front claws waved desperately.

She was so anxious that she nearly spoke human language on the spot.

How could you slander a dragon's innocence for no reason?!

I am the Silver Dragon King, ruler of the Soul Beasts, half of the Dragon God. Why would I even need to pee?!

I absorb the essence of heaven and earth. My body forms its own cycle. I do not even have something like an excretory system!

Lin Yan frowned slightly at her reaction.

"Not pee?"

Gu Yue nodded frantically.

"Then what is it?"

Gu Yue opened her mouth, wanting to say "Elemental Purification."

But all that came from her throat was a string of babyish "awoo, awoo, awoo."

She stamped her feet anxiously.

Her little claws scratched back and forth across the stove.

In the end, she could only point the tip of her tail at the soup in the pot, then at her own chest, making a cleaning motion.

Lin Yan watched her for several seconds and reluctantly accepted the explanation.

He set down the kitchen knife and grabbed the fat dragon again.

Turning her over and over, he inspected her.

Her scales really were absurdly hard. He scraped one with his fingernail, yet failed to leave even a scratch.

When his fingers pressed along the edges of the scales, he could sense an extremely faint elemental fluctuation.

Those scales seemed to be instinctively resonating with the surrounding elemental energy, automatically absorbing, converting, and storing it.

And he discovered something else as well.

"Female?"

Lin Yan's tone was as though he were stating a fact.

Gu Yue's struggles abruptly stopped.

She froze in his palm, her entire body seeming to have been paused.

Then her face visibly reddened.

She quickly curled up her tail, tightly wrapping it around her abdomen and private parts.

Her two hind claws kicked wildly as she tried to struggle free from between Lin Yan's fingers.

Her head lowered so far it nearly buried itself in her chest, and even her scales took on a faint pink hue.

She nodded hard, the movement so small it was nearly imperceptible.

Lin Yan expressionlessly placed her back on the stove.

The moment Gu Yue landed, she curled into a ball.

Her tail wrapped tightly around her body.

Her two front claws held her head.

She wished she could dig a hole through the stove and crawl inside.

The dignified Silver Dragon King had been turned over and thoroughly seen by a human. She might as well have been stewed just now.

Lin Yan paid no attention to her thoughts.

His brain was working at high speed.

He needed money to buy a Soul Spirit.

He had read the Spirit Pagoda brochures countless times, and he had long memorized every price listed in them.

Artificial Soul Spirits cost thirty thousand, but those were mass-produced in laboratories.

Their quality varied wildly, and their defect rate was extremely high.

With bad luck, what you bought would be a useless defective product incapable of even condensing a Soul Ring.

The lowest-grade ten-year Soul Spirit cost seventy thousand.

A hundred-year Soul Spirit started at one million.

For those over a thousand years old, not only did one need an astronomical amount of Federation Credits.

One also had to undergo aptitude verification, background checks, and strength assessments.

Buyers were even required to be students at accredited academies or have military connections.

That was why he had said the road ahead was blocked.

Independent cultivators had no way to survive in the Douluo Federation.

If one did not join an academy, attach oneself to a faction, or wish to join a terrifying organization like the Holy Spirit Cult.

Then only one road remained—enlist in the Alliance Legion as cannon fodder, just like his father.

But now, he had a dragon in his hand.

She might look a little useless, a little fat, and a little stupid, but this dragon was a living wild Soul Beast.

In the modern Douluo Continent, where Soul Beasts were nearly extinct.

What did a living, uncontracted wild Soul Beast mean?

It meant money.

A great deal of money.

Far more than thirty thousand for some artificial, inferior Soul Spirit.

Lin Yan lowered his head to look at Gu Yue, and his gaze turned dangerous.

"Hey."

Gu Yue jolted at his voice, her tail snapping straight.

"How many years old are you now? Can you condense a Soul Ring?"

Gu Yue tilted her head. "Awoo?"

Her expression was filled with innocence and confusion.

But inwardly, she was panicking.

What does he mean, "how many years old am I now"?

What does he mean, "can I condense a Soul Ring"?

Is he asking about the years of my cultivation?

Or is he asking whether I can turn into a Soul Ring?

Her heart sank sharply.

Something was wrong.

A terrible premonition exploded in her mind.

This guy isn't planning to slaughter me and refine my power into a Soul Ring, is he?

Heh... To think that I, the dignified Silver Dragon King, half of the Dragon God, the World-Devouring Dragon...

My final fate would be to be refined into someone's Soul Ring?

Mist began gathering in her eyes.

The corners of her mouth turned downward.

Her tail drooped weakly over the stove.

Sob, sob, sob.

I won't dare anymore. I'll never dare again.

I'll never be a villain again.

I'll never destroy worlds again.

Can you give me another chance to turn over a new leaf?

She lowered her head and wiped at the corners of her eyes with her little claws.

Crying her heart out.

Lin Yan watched her for a moment in silence.

Then he set the kitchen knife aside.

"Stand properly."

His voice was not loud.

But it carried an unquestionable coldness.