Douluo Dalu: Immortal Dragon Clan

In the guest rooms of the Sun Moon Hotel, the air was so quiet that you could hear the wind outside the window.

Kong Deming followed Jing Hongchen and brought the members of the Sun and Moon Team back here.

Jing Hongchen was incredibly astute; he immediately realized that Kong Deming had something important to discuss with Jin Tianming. He called the others to leave, and before leaving, he glared at Jing Hongchen.

This kid's performance on the field today deserves a good talking-to later.

The door was gently closed, leaving only Kong Deming and Jin Tianming in the room.

"I heard you regained Yangyue's spatial abilities?"

Kong Deming spoke first, his voice filled with undisguised complexity and a hint of barely perceptible expectation.

His gaze was fixed on Jin Tianming, as if he wanted to see that familiar shadow in the other man.

Without wasting words, Jin Tianming raised his hand and summoned a wisp of pale purple spatial element.

The element floated lightly in his palm, shimmering with a warm luster, carrying a unique, clear yet powerful aura belonging to the Holy Sun Moon.

With just one glance, Kong Deming's body stiffened abruptly.

He was his student.

It's the spatial ability of Saint Yangyue, whom Elder Chen regarded as his most outstanding disciple and the most dazzling genius in the entire Sun Moon Empire. There's no mistake.

In a daze, he looked at Jin Tianming in front of him and felt that the figure gradually overlapped with the boy in his memory.

After a long while, Kong Deming finally came to his senses and said in a hoarse voice, "Put it away."

Jin Tianming did as he was told, dispelling the spatial elements and quietly watching him.

Kong Deming was silent for a moment, then asked, "Where is Ye Xishui?"

"Senior Ye Xishui is dead." Jin Tianming's voice was calm and composed.

"That's it..."

Upon hearing this answer, Kong Deming lowered his eyes and remained silent for a long time.

The air in the guest room seemed to freeze, with only the two of them breathing softly.

After a long while, he slowly spoke, his tone carrying a hint of relief, "This is indeed the best ending for her."

"Perhaps." Jin Tianming nodded, his eyes remaining calm, without revealing the complex emotions that Kong Deming displayed.

Kong Deming remained silent for a moment, as if carefully choosing his words, but finally couldn't help but ask the question that had been buried in his heart for many years: "Did Ye Xishui... tell you what exactly happened to them at Shrek Academy?"

This is the answer he has been searching for all his life.

Even if a genius like Sheng Yangyue had his memories erased, he could never simply disappear into thin air.

The events of that year were shrouded in mystery.

Only Ye Xishui was a witness, but after she killed her own master, she went completely insane.

He had long been convinced that Shrek Academy was behind Sheng Yangyue's disappearance, but unfortunately, he couldn't produce any evidence.

Upon hearing this, Jin Tianming also fell silent for a long while. He looked up at Kong Deming and asked, "Old Kong, are you sure you really want to hear this?"

He possesses the dragon soul with complete memories of Sheng Yangyue, and he knows everything that happened back then, including those unknown details.

Kong Deming took a deep breath, his chest rising and falling slightly, as if he had made up his mind. He looked up at Jin Tianming, his gaze solemn: "I'm all ears."

"I understand." Jin Tianming nodded and slowly began to recount that long-forgotten past.

……

Rewind to many years ago, to Shrek Academy.

The exchange student's days were more than halfway over. In a small room deep in the inner courtyard, sunlight streamed through the window and onto the bed.

Sheng Yangyue slowly opened his eyes, and as soon as he came to his senses, he noticed a gaze fixed intently on him. He didn't need to turn his head to know who it was.

He was silent for a moment before speaking, his tone tinged with helplessness: "How long are you going to keep an eye on Ye Xishui?"

Ye Xishui didn't answer his question, but instead asked softly, "Will you come to the Sea God's Fate Blind Date Event tonight?"

“No.” Sheng Yangyue turned to look at the woman standing in front of the bed, her brows furrowing slightly. “Ye Xishui, our deal ended a long time ago. There’s no need to keep pestering me like this, is there?” “Why is that?” Ye Xishui pressed, her eyes stubborn. “You clearly have the ability to stand at a higher level, why do you insist on hiding?”

"There's no reason." Sheng Yangyue looked away, not wanting to get entangled with her any further.

"How could there be no reason!"

Ye Xishui's voice suddenly rose, tinged with urgency. Sheng Yangyue was too lazy to discuss the topic with her anymore; with a flick of her finger, spatial elements began to swirl around her.

The next second, his figure disappeared from the spot, leaving only a faint ripple in space.

If he stays any longer, this woman will drive him crazy sooner or later.

Beside the golden tree at Shrek Academy lies an exceptionally tranquil lake. It's a secluded spot, and many years later, it became Mo Yan's favorite place to spend his time.

Sometime during the day, Sheng Yangyue had acquired a deck chair and was leisurely sitting by the lake, holding a fishing rod that dangled in the water, motionless.

A gentle breeze blows by, carrying the fresh scent of golden leaves.

"These peaceful days... probably won't last much longer," he murmured softly, a hint of a sigh in his voice.

No sooner had he finished speaking than a sudden voice rang in his mind without warning.

"Child, do you enjoy fishing so much?"

The voice was old and dignified, carrying a condescending scrutiny.

"As the chosen one of this era, you should have lofty ambitions. How can you indulge in such trivial matters all day long?"

"Shrek Academy is your true home. The Sun Moon Empire... is nothing but a den of iniquity, you must understand that."

"..."

Sheng Yangyue remained expressionless and simply chose to block out the sound.

Ever since he secretly plundered a portion of Long Xiaoyao and Mu En's fortune, becoming an existence that even fate could not bind, this voice has often echoed in his mind.

Anyone with a brain knows who owns that voice.

It's nothing more than that guy hiding behind the scenes, plotting against Douluo Star all day long—Tang San.

His current existence was beyond the old man's control, and he even seemed to be showing signs of becoming the new protagonist of this era. It was perfectly normal for that old man to be anxious.

"What a troublesome fellow," Sheng Yangyue muttered, glancing at the calm lake surface.

Just then, he noticed light footsteps behind him.

He slowly raised his head and looked at the person who had come.

The newcomer was an elderly man dressed in white, with a gentle face but sharp, all-seeing eyes.

He is none other than the current Sea God Pavilion Master, whose martial soul is the Lion King of Light, whose title is Light Douluo, and who is also one of the contemporary Limit Douluos—Wang Xinshi.

"Yangyue, do you still enjoy fishing here alone?" Wang Xinshi asked with a smile, his tone friendly, as if it were just a casual chat.

"Spit it out." Sheng Yangyue didn't even turn her head, her tone indifferent.

He hated being disturbed while fishing, and besides, he had already guessed this guy's intentions.

Wang Xinshi didn't care about his attitude at all. He took out a gold-embossed invitation from his sleeve and handed it to him. His smile was still gentle, but it carried an unyielding force: "Student Sheng Yangyue, the Sea God's Fate Blind Date Event is the last part of the exchange program."

He paused, then emphasized, "You must participate."

Sheng Yangyue's pupils contracted slightly as she looked at the exquisitely crafted invitation in Wang Xinshi's hand.

He knew it very well.

What's meant to happen will eventually happen.

This so-called matchmaking event was nothing more than a carefully orchestrated trap.

He remained silent for a moment, said nothing, and simply reached out to accept the invitation.

...(End of chapter)