Big Sis

God of Emotions: Battle of the Dragon King

The bustling commercial street of Eastsea City blazed with brilliant lights. Huo Yuhao and Demon Spirit walked in front, followed by two "older youths" whose eyes shone with novelty toward everything—the incarnations of the Golden Dragon King and the Dark-Gold Dragon King. They restrained the vast majority of their auras, yet their upright figures and eyes occasionally flickering with extraordinary radiance still set them apart slightly from ordinary soul masters around them.

"Hmph, this approach is certainly smarter than blindly brute-forcing it," Jin (the incarnation of the Golden Dragon King) remarked with a rare analytical tone as he surveyed the soul-guide advertisements lining the surroundings, the shops of diverse styles, and the pedestrian flow that, despite individual weakness in power, appeared orderly and vibrant as a whole. "Using commercial networks and cultural penetration to replace direct territorial expansion? Though slow to show results, the roots sink deep, making it hard to notice and even harder to sever. Interesting."

"Haha! This is far more interesting than those cold halls and seas of clouds in the Divine Realm!" Jin's attention was quickly caught by a venue at the corner of the street, featuring a boxing glove logo hanging over the entrance with faint shouts echoing from within. He rubbed his hands in excitement. "Huo Yuhao, look! A fighting arena! The art of pure physical collision! I think I have a great talent for this! How about opening one? It's bound to become the hottest thing across the entire continent..."

"Not interested at all." Huo Yuhao didn't even look back, his tone flat yet decisive. "Students need to cultivate and advance, soul masters have tasks and the Ascension Platform to worry about, and ordinary people must make a living. Occasional entertainment is fine, but building a stable industry? The market is too small, management is troublesome, and it easily attracts unnecessary attention. Most importantly," he glanced sideways at Jin, "are you sure you can refrain from personally stepping into the ring to 'coach'? What if your 'coaching' goes overboard..."

"Tch, no fun at all." Jin choked on the words, retracting his gaze with a sullen expression, but immediately found a new target. "Then we must find something to do, right? I see your 'industrial map' is practically filled. Food, clothing, daily necessities, entertainment... Even that dolt Bear Lord's 'Dark-Gold Heavy Peak' has temporarily reduced production because you said to control the pace of soul-guide development. With our 'how lonely it is to be invincible' divine souls, we must have some amusement, right?"

The "reduced production" he mentioned was indeed true. Three days had passed since Di Tian crossed his heavenly tribulation and established his might, and the Spirit Pagoda had withdrawn from a large area of Star Dou as promised. The major powers on the continent remained silent on the surface, but undercurrents surged in reality. Ordinary people's lives seemed largely unaffected, save for minor price fluctuations caused by shifts in certain resource channels. However, changes in the shadows had already begun.

The largest wave originated from that movie, God of Emotions: Battle of the Dragon King!. Di Tian's remark, "You are not the Ice Douluo," through the well-timed public opinion guidance of the "Violet Dragon Pavilion," not only failed to weaken the Ice Douluo's image, but instead pushed his reputation to new heights. People talked endlessly about what kind of power and demeanor that legendary figure possessed, to be singled out by such a terrifying beast god with a hint of special "recognition" even hidden within the words. This sweeping wave of faith made Huo Yuhao clearly feel a significant rise in the power of faith within his body.

Yet, outsiders knew nothing of the ripples within the soul beasts. Just yesterday, Silver Dragon King Gu Yue quietly returned to Star Dou and erupted into a fierce conflict with Di Tian. According to Di Tian's aggrieved complaints when he came to the back courtyard of the roasted fish shop later to heavily drink "Myriad-Fruit Soul Marrow Wine," Gu Yue not only questioned his actions in crossing the tribulation and acquiring the Golden Dragon King's power, but also used Dragon God coercion to forcibly command him to obey, while remaining vague about her specific plans.

"She asked me what I've accomplished? Ha!" Di Tian had bitten off a huge chunk of meat fiercely back then. "Eight years! From learning to imitate, to gaining a foothold, and then to infiltrating and influencing, which industry wasn't built piece by piece by our brothers? And what about her? Hiding in the Spirit Pagoda playing a primary school apprentice with tier-two soul power—is this her 'grand plan' as the sovereign of soul beasts? When I asked her what she wanted to do, she only said 'observe' and told me to stay out of it! I have guarded Star Dou for countless years? How can I stay out of it?!" Demon Spirit, standing beside him, silently handed over a new jar of wine, softly comforting this guardian who had given everything for the clan only to feel misunderstood. In the hearts of many soul beasts, Di Tian's prestige was tangible and heavy.

At this moment, the shopping foursome stopped in front of the "Three-Headed Spirit Scent" specialty store. The elegant storefront exuded a compound, delicate fragrance that calmed the mind.

As they stepped into the store, a clerk with a pleasant face and sharp eyes swiftly swept her gaze across the four of them. Her sight lingered slightly on Demon Spirit—this young lady possessed an ethereal and pure temperament, quite distinctive. Immediately following that, she noticed the edge of an inconspicuous small leather pouch in Demon Spirit's hand, which bore the exclusive dark pattern of "Three-Headed Spirit Scent" and seemed to flash with an extremely low-key, dark-red metallic luster.

The clerk's heart skipped a beat, and the professional smile on her face instantly gained twelve parts of sincerity and deference. She remembered very clearly that about three months ago, this young lady had visited and purchased a batch of top-tier mind-calming spices of immense value. The card used for payment was none other than the "Crimson Flame Prestige Black Card," of which only fifteen had ever been issued by "Three-Headed Spirit Scent"! The edge of that card's design featured this very same special dark-red metallic sheen. According to disclosures from higher-ups within the company, out of the fifteen black cards, seven were granted to the core members of the mysterious "founding team," while the remaining eight were held by the top-tier powers or tycoons in the human world. Regardless of which category this young lady before her belonged to, she was an absolute VIP who could not afford any neglect!

Without showing any change in expression, she signaled another clerk to prepare things, then walked forward briskly, bowing slightly. Her voice was soft yet clear: "Respected guests, a most heartfelt welcome. Please wait a moment in the parlor over here; what you require will be prepared for you immediately." She did not ask "what do you need"; customers of this tier typically had fixed preferences.

Demon Spirit nodded slightly, a detached air belonging to a superior naturally surfacing on her face. She spoke softly, "The usual drill, three items." Her tone was flat, yet carried an unquestionable familiarity.

Huo Yuhao cooperatively stood to the side, his calm gaze sweeping across the displays inside the store as if he were merely an accompanying party. Jin and Dark-Gold also tried hard to keep straight faces, putting on serious appearances, except their noses couldn't help twitching slightly as they secretly appraised the various wonderful scents in the air.

Soon, three gift boxes packaged with extreme exquisiteness and emitting different layers of tranquil, delicate fragrance were respectfully presented. This was the fixed combination that Demon Spirit regularly used to assist in clearing her mental sea and inspiring creative inspiration: the top-tier "Sinking Star Sandalwood," the limited-edition "Moonlight Tanhua Dew," and the "Empty-Valley Orchid Crystal Essence."

"Miss Ling, please review them." The clerk offered them with both hands.

Demon Spirit merely nodded gently, taking the gift boxes without even opening them for inspection. This trust based on strength made the clerk bow her waist even lower.

"Let's go." Demon Spirit turned around, gesturing to Jin and Dark-Gold with a slightly softer tone. "I'll take you to the 'Emerald Court' to pick out some decent outfits. You can't keep wearing clothes transformed from soul power all the time."

"Many thanks for your generosity, big sister!" Dark-Gold immediately chimed in, a smile that could only be described as "docile" appearing on his face, even carrying a hint of ingratiation. He held a natural fondness and closeness toward Demon Spirit, who possessed auspicious aura, was Huo Yuhao's most important partner, and had even helped them fight for the chance to "get some fresh air." The dragon clan's nature of shielding their own made him unconsciously want to pamper her a bit.

Jin's expression, however, was somewhat awkward. For him, the grand Golden Dragon King, to call someone "big sister" was truly a bit hard to swallow. But at the thought of getting new clothes for free and continuing to experience this interesting bustling world... He pressed his lips together, his voice deeper than Dark-Gold's, yet still clear enough: "Hmph... Thanks." His gaze, however, couldn't help drifting toward the newly acquired fragrance gift box in Demon Spirit's hands, wondering if there was any style suited for the dragon clan's tastes...

Huo Yuhao watched from the side, a flash of imperceptible helplessness crossing his eyes. Who would have thought that the two Dragon Kings who gave the Divine Realm headaches and required him to fight with his life to seal away would reveal a side like this upon gaining limited freedom? Where had that heaven-destroying, world-disdaining momentum gone? This shift in style was simply too abrupt.

"Ah!!!"

A slight sigh of vexation, almost audible only to himself, sounded deep within Huo Yuhao's heart. He truly regretted it somewhat! Back then, for absolute safety and to prevent these two extremely unstable divine cores from acting up during their recovery period, he had cast a "Death Seal" combining the origin power of the Emotion Divine Ring, with a term of fifteen years. Within fifteen years, the divine core power was absolutely suppressed, but at the same time, he himself was unable to use the full power of his divine position. Now it seemed... if he had known earlier that they possessed such high enthusiasm for "experiencing life," perhaps he could have used a more flexible constraint method with a smaller cost? At least he wouldn't have had to bind himself so tightly... Looking at Jin and Dark-Gold's appearance of being full of curiosity toward worldly things and even a bit "childish," Huo Yuhao doubted his overly cautious judgment for the first time. Of course, this thought only flashed by momentarily; thinking of the essence of their divine souls and the potential dangers, he instantly firmed up his previous decision—safety first, and the current "custodial fresh-air trip" was already the limit of operation.

Next, they visited the "Emerald Court" and the "Violet Dragon Pavilion" in turn. Bi Ji's style of gorgeous life-attribute attire and Zi Ji's luxury power-oriented designs always carried a subtle sense of "discordance" when worn by Jin and Dark-Gold.

Finally, at the flagship store of the "Deep Space Dragon Domain," they found the perfect match. The attire personally participated in and designed by Di Tian emphasized absolute dominance, restrained majesty, and practical luxury. Black, gold, and dark red served as the primary color tones, with design lines that were sharp or full of spatial tension, and details often incorporating imagery of dragon scales, stars, or spatial folds. Jin selected a combat outfit dominated by dark gold with sharp shoulder armor designs, looking like an unsheathed vicious blade upon wearing it; Dark-Gold favored a slim-fitting robe of deep purple leaning toward black, patterned with intricate dark gold lines, making him look mysterious and profound.

The two inspected themselves in the mirror and were extremely satisfied.

"We'll take these two sets." Demon Spirit produced another card once again—this time, the "Deep Space Dragon Domain" supreme black card, whose background was as deep as the night sky and whose edges rippled with faint golden dragon patterns. Upon seeing this card, the clerk's gaze instantly turned incomparably reverent, clearly having received higher-level instructions.

"Big sister is mighty!" Jin and Dark-Gold spoke almost in unison this time, carrying the new clothing bags and contentedly following behind Demon Spirit, their tall figures forming an interesting contrast with their slightly "well-behaved" postures.

Huo Yuhao looked at this peculiar "one dragging two" combination, shook his head, and pushed that trace of regret back down into his heart. The road was of his own choosing, the seal was already cast, and there was no turning back for now. At least for the present, these two "big troubles" had temporarily found new points of interest, and Demon Spirit seemed able to keep them in check (at least on the surface). In this perilous era with an uncertain path ahead, having a few more such powerful yet "unorthodox" variables by his side perhaps... wasn't entirely a bad thing?

Yet, the warning brought by Tang-San's shattered projection and those seven heavy Divine Realm Cores still flashed through his mind from time to time. Beneath the relaxed facade, the true storm was perhaps brewing in the distant, icy deep space.