Douluo Dragon King: The stars of the heavens, transform me into king!

Time flows by, and the days pass by one by one.

As Na'er's silver hair grew longer, Leng Yaozhu also got used to the lively atmosphere at home.

Na'er's initial fear has quietly melted away, transforming into laughter and joy in the garden, vibrant colors on her drawing paper, and the crisp sounds of "Dad and Mom."

She gradually remembered her identity: she possessed thirty percent of the Silver Dragon King's power.

He recalled how the soul beasts in the Star Dou Great Forest chased him everywhere, forcing him to become the fusion material for the Silver Dragon King.

She simply cast aside her identity as a soul beast and embraced a new life as a human.

The first lesson in society: Don't forget your roots!

Today is her sixth birthday, and she can finally awaken her martial spirit!

Leng Yaozhu was dressed in a simple white dress today, standing in the room with her usual gentle expression. Na'er looked up at her, her eyes filled with excitement.

"Are you ready, Na'er?!" Leng Yaozhu asked gently.

Na'er nodded vigorously. Although she already knew what her martial soul was, her eyes still shone with childlike excitement.

Leng Yaozhu squatted down and slowly poured soul power into the awakening array beneath her, causing a white light to shine from it, gently enveloping Na'er.

Na'er closed her eyes and awakened the martial soul destined for her: the Silver Dragon Spear.

Leng Yaozhu smiled faintly, looking at this unusual martial soul awakening ceremony. Her crimson eyes widened slightly, revealing a hint of disbelief.

Suddenly, Na'er opened her eyes, a flash of silver light in them.

A deep dragon's roar echoed in the room, and a silver shadow appeared in her palm.

It was a long spear.

The spear shaft was over twelve feet long, yet it was so slender as to be almost fragile. Its entire body shimmered with a mercury-like luster, and upon closer inspection, its surface was covered with densely packed hexagonal scales.

The spearhead is about one-third the length of the spear, and it is cone-shaped with twelve grooves.

The spear hovered in front of Na'er, trembling slightly and emitting a clear, melodious hum, like a dragon's roar.

Leng Yaozhu stopped channeling her soul power and took a half step back. She looked at the silver dragon spear, then at Na'er standing in the center of the silver light. The girl's silver hair moved without wind, and tiny sparks of light floated from the ends.

The girl raised her right hand, and the spear obediently fell into her palm, so light it seemed weightless.

"This seems to be called the Silver Dragon Spear..." Na'er's voice was tinged with confusion as she looked at the tip of the spear, as if something was missing.

"A good name!" Leng Yaozhu stepped forward, carefully sensing the soul power within Na'er's body. "Innate full soul power, I'll take you to the Spirit Transfer Tower now to choose a suitable soul spirit!"

"Okay, Mom!" Na'er replied naturally, having completely made herself at home. Then, remembering something, she added, "But where's Dad?!"

"It's for him, of course, it's for work!" Leng Yaozhu said with a smile.

……

At this moment, in the Federal Parliament, Gu Yuexingyan was sitting behind his desk, quietly listening to the voice of the middle-aged man in front of him.

He was tall and slender, handsome, with very beautiful eyes, a gentle gaze, and long eyelashes. He looked to be only in his forties, but he was from the same era as Gu Yuexingyan.

"Passionate Douluo! I understand, you're unhappy with the customs duties, aren't you?"

"Yes, that's unreasonable!"

"Understood! You must think it's too low. Our Federation is full of local organizations like yours that are willing to contribute to the Federation! Increase taxes, I'll definitely increase taxes for you handsomely!"

Gu Yuexingyan deliberately pretended to be stupid, giving the amorous Douluo Zang Xin—the deputy hall master of the Tang Sect Douluo Hall—no chance at all. "I rose to power through my own abilities. You can't beat me, so why should I surrender?"

Do you think you're Yun Ming?

"Gu Yue! Do you dare listen to what you're saying?!"

"What are you saying! Speak human language! Can't you understand me anymore?!"

"Sometimes I really want to see if your mouth is some kind of martial soul. Your control over it is even stronger than mine! Who really is the number one controller in this world!"

Hearing Zang Xin's words, Gu Yuexingyan smiled faintly and said, "Of course it's you! I'm just an ordinary, power-attack type Soul Master!"

"The number one person under the Federation's starry sky? You say you're nothing special? Half a month ago, who was it that fought Yun Ming in the skies above Shrek City!"

Zang Xin was speechless. This person was really good at being a rogue. This person even dared to charge 100% tax, how could he let the Tang Clan make money? How could the Tang Clan continue to conduct research? How could they research weapons and export them overseas?

What's the difference between cutting off our Tang Clan's finances and cutting off our Tang Clan's livelihood?

"Then let's have a fight too?!" Gu Yuexingyan suggested, seizing the opportunity.

Anyway, he wasn't scared at all, and he had no regrets. Most of Zang Xin's disgusting soul skills were useless against him.

As for Zang Xin's second soul skill, Sincerity, it's useless to him. Doesn't he understand that when fighting, you shouldn't think about anything else; all you want to do is deliver a powerful blow?

Zang Xin knew he couldn't possibly disgust Gu Yuexingyan. Everyone has regrets in their life, but Gu Yuexingyan didn't react at all to his third soul skill, Regret.

This move can amplify the enemy's deepest regrets a hundred or a thousand times, making them unable to bear it any longer.

But Gu Yuexingyan didn't feel that way. He simply replied, "As long as I don't look back, I won't regret it."

No matter how many times I had to do it again, I would make the same choice given my mindset at the time. Since I had no other choice, why should I regret it?

"No, I think even a 95% tax is acceptable to the Tang Clan!" Zang Xin immediately changed his mind, his eyes full of respect.

We can't beat them, we really can't beat them.

Only by joining forces with Ruthless Douluo can he possibly fight Gu Yuexingyan, but defeat is still only a matter of time.

"Isn't that acceptable?! So you just came here to complain?"

Gu Yuexingyan spoke again, saying that since they had already offended most of the three major forces, a few more people wouldn't make a difference. They had fought each other when they were young, so how could they not continue to cause trouble when they were old!

If you don't fight, how can I collect compensation?

"..."

Zang Xin almost couldn't suppress his anger. When they were young, the two had fought no less than a hundred battles, but in the end, he was always the one who got a terrible beating.

Starry Sky Chess, under the guise of aggressive attack, is even more ruthless in its control than itself, directly trapping itself within the chessboard!

Next, we started playing chess.

If I can't break his control, I can't hit him. If I break his control, I won't have any soul power to continue fighting him!

"I'm leaving now! I hope there won't be a tax increase! If there is, the three of us will come looking for you together!"

Zang Xin uttered those harsh words, then turned and walked out of Gu Yuexingyan's office.

Just then, Gu Yuexingyan saw his backup phone ring, displaying a single word: "Ming".

"I never expected this old geezer to contact me first, it's amazing!"