Douluo Dalu: Immortal Dragon Clan

Inside Wen Yu's room, the candlelight flickered, illuminating the tranquility of the room, but this was shattered by a sudden knock on the door.

"No, are you two sick?" Wen Yu stood by the bed with slightly messy hair and wearing a silk nightgown, her delicate face full of impatience.

She was enjoying a relaxing beauty sleep when she was abruptly woken up in the middle of the night to discuss some kind of judgment. What's even more absurd is—is she a Title Douluo? Why should she be involved in this kind of thing?
Sure enough, even the gentlest person has morning grumpiness.

When she heard the two mention that Long Xiaoyao had been killed by Long Yaoqing, she secretly felt happy and even felt happy for Mo Yan.

But even though we're happy, can't we wait until dawn to talk about it?
Furthermore, are she really that close to these two people? So close that they would need to come all the way in the middle of the night to disturb her sleep?
What infuriated her even more was that the group of titled Douluos outside said they needed to find a "suitable person" to witness the negotiations, and these two had the audacity to directly target her.

Is she a Title Douluo? Does this make sense?
Ignoring her morning grumpiness, Jin Tianming calmly stared at Wen Yu on the bed and said crisply, "Just tell me, will you help or not?"

"Sorry, for matters of your level, you should ask a Title Douluo to handle it." Wen Yu refused without hesitation, sat back down on the edge of the bed, pulled the blanket over himself, and said with a hint of self-deprecation, "Someone like me, a nobody, is not worthy."

"If Princess Xu Jiujiu knew that you, Wen Yu, were secretly cursing her to die early every day, what do you think she would think?" Just then, Mo Yan spoke lazily, his tone carrying a hint of cunning.

"You're threatening me?" Wen Yu suddenly stood up from the bed, the gentleness on her face vanishing instantly, her eyes fixed sharply on Mo Yan, filled with obvious anger.

“Miss Wen Yu, this isn’t a threat.” Mo Yan shrugged, his tone still lazy but carrying an undeniable sense of pressure. “I’m just kindly reminding you that there are some things you can’t say casually.”

"Then go ahead and say what you want." Wen Yu took a deep breath, sat back on the bed, pulled the covers up, and tried to suppress her anger—her reaction just now had indeed been too intense. "Anyway, that princess is still quite clear-headed and won't easily believe your one-sided stories."

"If I were to pin the blame for the assassination of Xu Jiawei on you, do you think Xu Jiujiu would still believe you?" Jin Tianming spoke up at the opportune moment, perfectly picking up where Mo Yan left off, his tone calm yet carrying a deadly intimidation.

These words completely kept Wen Yu awake at night.

She abruptly threw the blanket to the ground, her chest heaving violently. Her face was devoid of any gentleness as she stared intently at the two people in front of her, gritting her teeth as she said, "Well, well! You two have managed to imitate the despicable nature of the original body quite well!"

"What else? After all, we share the same roots." Mo Yan shrugged nonchalantly, his tone full of self-righteousness.

Seeing the two of them working together so well, Wen Yu knew that she couldn't avoid it today.

She took a deep breath and finally relented: "Okay, I'll help you."

"Tell me, what should I do?"

“It’s very simple. You just need to sit there and be a witness,” Mo Yan replied casually.

"I don't have to do anything?" Wen Yu frowned, clearly not believing it could be that simple.

“Yes.” Mo Yan nodded seriously.

"Are you sure?" Wen Yu's gaze swept coldly over Mo Yan, her tone wary. "If Xuan Zi or Yan Shao Zhe come knocking on our door, I'll be the first one they come to, not you!"

"Well, there's nothing I can do about it. You're the most suitable one, after all." Mo Yan shrugged, his tone showing no intention of taking responsibility whatsoever.

"..." Wen Yu was so angry she almost laughed.

She turned to look at Jin Tianming, hoping this "big brother" could be a little more reasonable and give her some reliable advice. But what Jin Tianming said next made her feel like the sky had fallen.

"I agree with Mo Yan's proposal." Jin Tianming's tone was calm and even, yet carried an undeniable firmness.

"Heh~" Wen Yu rolled her eyes and couldn't help but sneer, "So you're not mortal enemies anymore? Instead, you're allies who've formed a united front to sabotage other dragon souls, is that it?"

"Otherwise what?" Jin Tianming and Mo Yan answered in unison, their tacit understanding infuriating Wen Yu.

"Okay, okay, I'll cooperate." Wen Yu was completely speechless. She could only turn around angrily to change her clothes, secretly vowing: One day I'll definitely use a wooden hairpin to stab these two bastards to death!

Meanwhile, outside the room, several titled Douluo from the Star Luo Empire, along with Zhang Lexuan and Han Ruoruo from Shrek Academy, were waiting with the Healing Immortal Douluo Wang Xian'er. The atmosphere was somewhat heavy.

“Immortal Physician, would you like to reconsider?” Shattered Star Douluo stepped forward, his tone earnest as he advised, “Having a little girl of their age as a witness is ultimately too frivolous.”

“That’s right!” Xuanji Douluo immediately echoed, his eyes filled with anxiety. He had been uneasy ever since he learned that Duke Baihu and Shrek Academy had reached some kind of shady cooperation, and now he just wanted to get more protection for his old friend’s child.

Having Wen Yu, who belongs to the Dragon Soul family along with Jin Tianming and Mo Yan, as a witness, even if there seems to be conflict between them, their united front against a common enemy was definitely not an act.

He was genuinely worried that if Shrek Academy suffered a loss, it would implicate the White Tiger Duke's Mansion.

What if something were to happen to me? How would I face my old friend after I die? He had promised to take good care of the White Tiger Duke's Mansion.

Upon hearing this, Wang Xian'er shook her head firmly as before: "I have no way to interfere with that child's choice."

"Besides, she is my disciple. Don't you trust her?"

Upon hearing this, Shattered Star Douluo and Xuanji Douluo immediately shut their mouths.

No matter how unwilling they were, they dared not refute the Healer Douluo—if they angered this revered elder known for his healing abilities, no one would be able to help them if they encountered trouble in their cultivation in the future.

The two could only look at each other helplessly.

“But…” Xuanji Douluo still wanted to try to save her and attempted to persuade Wang Xian’er.

"Hmm?" Wang Xian'er slightly raised her eyes, looking at him with a hint of hostility.

Feeling the invisible pressure, Xuanji Douluo swallowed back the words that were on the tip of her tongue and obediently shut her mouth in the end.

Not long after, the door to the room opened, and Wen Yu, looking reluctant, followed Jin Tianming and Mo Yan out.

Seeing this, the titled Douluos of the Star Luo Empire understood—a major negotiation concerning the interests of multiple parties was about to begin.

...(End of chapter)