Douluo: I founded the mecha tribe and I am the king of mecha battles!

Chapter 312 It's not work time now.

Gu Yuena's silver hair was draped over the silk sheets, her amethyst eyes filled with embarrassment and astonishment. As she propped herself up on her elbows, Chen Zhou's fingers were already pressed against the dragon scale pattern on her waist—the most sensitive energy node of the Silver Dragon King's bloodline.

"you--"

Before the question could be uttered, Brigitte suddenly let out a heavenly vibrato.

The jade swan was lifted into the air by alchemical runes at some point, its feathered soul materializing around it, and its jade feathers trembled as Chen Zhou guided them with his fingertips.

Under the astonished gaze of the Silver Dragon King, the hem of Biji's cheongsam rippled down to her thighs, revealing the moon-white skin unique to the elves of the Star Dou Great Forest.

"It's not working hours now."

Chen Zhou's voice carried the lingering warmth of alchemical flames. With his left hand, he controlled the floating Bi Ji, while his right hand traced along Gu Yue Na's spine towards her tailbone—the legendary Yu Zhen acupoint where the power of the Dragon God was said to converge.

The silver-haired girl's struggle suddenly froze, her entire back muscles taut in a breathtaking arc, and fine silver scales appeared on the back of her neck.

Outside the window, the torrential rain turned into hail, and thumb-sized ice pellets pelted the glass with a cannon-like roar. But this almost terrifying force of nature only made the hushed breathing of the three people inside the room all the more distinct.

"You clearly..."

Gu Yuena's accusation was interrupted by the action of pinching her chin.

After experiencing the long-lost joy of the courtyard's genetic instincts, Chen Zhou never rejected it; in fact, he was somewhat happy to see such things happen.

A seventeen-year-old youth, his body is in the prime of his life, how could he possibly be completely unmoved by beauty?

The silver dragon's tailbone was incredibly hot in Chen Zhou's palm; beneath that skin, it seemed as if melting stars were hidden.

"Relax."

Chen Zhou bit Gu Yuena's earlobe, "You don't want to be ahead of Brigitte either, do you?"

Thinking that her posture would be seen by Brigitte, her former subordinate, Gu Yuena immediately lost all thoughts of resistance and allowed herself to be taken.

The sound of the torrential rain washing over the glass suddenly seemed distant.

Gu Yuena watched as the Jade Swan, suspended in mid-air, had its clasp undone by the alchemist's teeth, and the jade ornaments, flowing with soul power, jingled and fell to the foot of the bed.

What surprised her most was Brigitte's reaction.

The once sharp gaze of a 100,000-year-old soul beast was now as vacant as spring water, and the way her slender fingers gripped the bed curtains resembled the most delicate young girl in a human boudoir. When Chen Zhou's alchemical runes probed into the soul bone groove on her lower back, the Emerald Swan suddenly let out a whimper that made Gu Yuena's ears burn.

"What did you do to her?"

The Silver Dragon King stretched out her slender fingers and hooked them around Chen Zhou's neck. Her hazy gaze was like a pool of spring water. If it weren't for her strong will, she would have already sunk into this boundless pleasure.

But at this moment, it's almost the same.
Chen Zhou gently pressed Gu Yuena into the goose down pillow, causing feathers mixed with ambergris to flutter up on the bed. His fingertips traced the crescent-shaped pattern on the girl's chest, where scales bloomed like flowers: "It's just that some of the hidden functions of soul beast transformation have been developed."

The scent, brimming with masculine hormones, wafted into her delicate collarbone. Her snow-white skin and silver hair made it almost impossible for Chen Zhou to distinguish which fragrance was more alluring; he simply kept kissing her. "Now, it's time for me to examine you."

The rain poured down, and the sky over Donghai City was pressed down very low by dark clouds, as if a giant hand was shrouding the whole world in shadow.

Yuanen Zhentian and Yuanen Tiandang stood outside the gates of the Alchemy Association headquarters, rain streaming down their clothes. The old man's hands were clenched into fists, and a blood-red light seeped through his fingers—the crystal Chen Zhou had given them, with Yuanen Yehui's pain branded into it like a mark.

“Father…” Yuan Entian’s voice was low and hoarse, “Are we really going to hand Ye Hui over to that person?”

Yuan Enzhen's aged face appeared even more somber in the rain, and his eyes flashed with a chilling coldness.

"Do you think we have a choice?" His voice boomed like thunder. "The demon bloodline has already corrupted her soul. If even Chen Zhou cannot remove it, she will eventually become a puppet of the demon plane... just like that disaster back then."

Yuan Entian remained silent for a long time before finally lowering his head. Raindrops fell on his face, mingling with tears as they silently streamed down his cheeks.

At the end of the street, a jet-black electric car slowly drove up, its curtain embroidered with the Alchemist Guild's emblem—a pattern of interwoven gears and stars. The carriage stopped in front of them, and the curtain was lifted by a pale hand, revealing a man wearing a silver mask.

"Please get in the car." The man's voice was dry and cold. "The master instructed that you be made sure to return to the family safely."

Yuan Enzhen took a deep breath and grasped his son's shoulder: "Let's go, Tiandang. We'll come back in three days."

Electricity shattered the rain, and wheels rolled over the wet streets, disappearing into the rain.

-

Meanwhile, in a high-rise room at the Alchemy Guild headquarters.

Chen Zhou sat on the edge of the bed, looking out the window at the torrential rain. Behind him, on the large bed, Bi Ji and Gu Yue Na were already fast asleep. The disheveled sheets and scattered clothes silently testified to the intensity of what had just happened, but now the room was almost deathly quiet.

The rain outside the window hadn't stopped, and lightning occasionally flashed across the sky, illuminating the thick, dark curtains and giving the alchemist's silhouette a sharp silver edge. The sensation of touching the quiet forest still lingered on his fingertips, and the tiny specks of emerald light and silver glint on his cuffs were slowly dissipating.

Alchemical runes flowed across the floor, leaving eerie blue trails, and the entire room was suddenly enveloped in a water-ripple-like barrier. Once he was certain he wouldn't wake the two girls in bed, Chen Zhou's crimson-gold halo around his left eye suddenly accelerated its rotation.

"First the Demon Plane, then the Abyss Plane."

"But that alone is still not enough to build the energy and materials needed to create a portal to another dimension."

The Douluo Plane is relatively good in the surrounding star fields, but in fact, the upper limit of this universe's spacetime is not high. As a result, if Chen Zhou wants to collect materials and energy to build a stable interdimensional gate without damaging the planet's origin, at least four world planes like the Douluo Plane are needed to supply him.

Neither the Demon Plane nor the Abyss Plane are planetary planes, and apart from energy, they are extremely barren in terms of materials.

"It seems that the construction of the time portal should be put on the agenda."

This star field naturally contains more than just the Douluo plane, but traveling between planetary planes and cosmic spaces is far too slow. It would be better to build a spacetime gate for direct teleportation, getting there in one step!
After finalizing the general direction for the future, Chen Zhou finally let go of the crimson-gold light in his eyes and gently exhaled.

(End of this chapter)