Dragon God's Domain.
This delicate, exclusive "Poké Ball" for Gu Yuena alone.
Su Wen lay on the grass, mind adrift, as Gu Yuena's delicate face nuzzled around his chest, soft white fingers caressing his chest and cheek, licking her red lips—like after a big meal.
"Why, after you got the Dragon God's heart, was I the first thing on your to-do list?" Su Wen asked, resigned.
"Just couldn't help it~" Gu Yuena smiled sweetly.
"Also, you're just too tempting. In other planes, competition is fierce. Here, I get to keep you all to myself…"
"Also, can't you control time…?"
"…."
The air froze.
Su Wen's eyelid twitched. "What are you thinking?"
"Like speeding things up or something…" Gu Yuena teased as she lay in his arms, a seductive look on her face. "Speeding up our love."
This world, just for them; no one could disturb them, no matter how brazen.
"My waist hurts," Su Wen tried to dodge.
"No worries, let Qingluan heal and restore you." Gu Yuena grinned.
"Wouldn't it be bad to keep them waiting too long?" Su Wen hesitated.
"I'm the Dragon God, they should wait." Gu Yuena gave a gentle smile.
"Well… come then."
Seeing she wouldn't let go, Su Wen sighed—like a hero about to die for a cause.
"Come~"
The beauty moved atop him.
That proud curve, porcelain-white skin—Su Wen sighed again, propping his head with one hand and circling her slender waist with the other.
Lying on the grass, looking quietly to the sky.
Until an extraordinarily beautiful face, white hair hanging low, swayed gently above.
Hair brushed Su Wen's cheek…
"Hiss…"
Looking into Gu Yuena's dazzling eyes, Su Wen drew a deep breath. "I can't hold back!!"
…
Shrek City.
Spirit Pagoda Headquarters, top floor.
Night fell. The city glittered like a galaxy—yet almost no one was in the mood to enjoy it.
Inside the resplendent hall, lights shone bright.
At the very center was a round table.
Several powerful figures gathered. All were top-tier powers of the continent, but anxiety colored their faces. After all, this really was a matter of life and death.
Rumor was the Abyss Plane had been thoroughly shut down.
The Abyssal Lord gravely wounded, every "King" or "Emperor" from Level 1 to 108 had been killed by the Dragon God. Even long-feared old monsters like the Scythe Emperor or Ghost Emperor had disappeared without a trace.
It would take years, even decades, to nurture new kings or emperors from those races.
Meaning—it was time for humanity to counterattack.
Tonight, the famed Beastmaster senior would appear with the Dragon God, to discuss whether to blow open the Abyss passage with a Level-11 soul device and assault directly. The military top brass were itching to raise it at the meeting tonight.
"Old En, still no response from that communicator?" Zhang Huanyun, in uniform with three gold stars on his shoulder, asked En Ci softly.
"No…" En Ci's white hair and monocle reflected his unease. The communicator was still in Su Wen's chat window. He'd tried again an hour earlier, but still no reply.
Unread.
"Supposedly the Abyss Plane fell yesterday, so maybe Dragon God is handling some loose ends," Dong Zi'an mused.
"Haha, about those loose ends, shouldn't Tang Sect offer an explanation?" The Northwest Legion's commander, a scholarly middle-aged man, smiled at Zang Xin across the table.
"You say, for the so-called good of the continent, who exactly is it all for…"
"Yin Moshang! It's not your place to interrogate us! We'll explain to the Dragon God. Shrek and Tang Sect's alliance is none of your business!" Zhuo Shi snorted, jumping up and pointing at the Northwest Commander accusingly.
"Tsk tsk…" Yin Moshang shook his head, still smiling. "Zhuo Shi? You're strong, but do you represent Shrek Academy?"
"Having you here is the biggest show of insincerity to the Dragon God, isn't it?"
"You—!"
Zhuo Shi was hot-tempered to begin with and slammed the table.
(Little did he want to be here. Initially, it was Yun Ming's assignment. But he wasn't tough enough to resist interrogation; he'd probably spill the Golden Tree's secrets and Tang Hao's identity right away. The Sea God Pavilion debated and decided to send Zhuo Shi instead.)
The point was to muddle through.
Absolutely could NOT reveal Shrek Academy's greatest secrets: Tang Wulin and the Plane Spirit. That would lead to disaster.
The Plane Spirit and the Golden Tree had promised, as long as chosen one Tang Wulin could mature secretly and unlock the Golden Dragon King's seal, the future would be at least a god, maybe a God-King.
So, when the Northwest Legion targeted Tang Sect, Zhuo Shi jumped out first.
Tang Sect was already hinting at a break with Shrek.
If Zang Xin was forced to spill, Shrek's grand plan would be ruined.
"Zhuo Shi, I'm talking to Tang Sect—why do you seem more anxious than them?" Yin Moshang raised a brow, eying the silent Zang Xin and the nervous, angry Zhuo Shi, eyes narrowing slightly.
"Nonsense! We're allies, just defending them!" Zhuo Shi realized his slip and grunted, sitting back down.
"But only Shrek and Tang Sect failed to offer support…" Zhang Huanyun spoke up too. "Are you just going to brush us off?"
The Northwest, West, North, and Blood God Legions all fought together often and had close ties.
"…" Zhuo Shi outwardly calm, was panicking inside, glancing at Southern and Central Legion commanders, Yue Zheng'en and Yu Guanzhi.
Their grandsons or core members had just joined Shrek or Tang Sect, but for now, both sat upright and avoided eye contact.
Who dared speak now?
What if the Dragon God was watching nearby?
No help there.
Zhuo Shi looked towards Sea God Douluo Chen Xinjie—the real military heavyweight, whom even the minister had to show respect. Once the triple-armies' commander, now retired and leading the War God Hall.
"…."
Chen Xinjie shook his head. He'd tried to use moral blackmail against Su Wen for an old flame and got instantly beaten (and humiliated) instead.
He knew further action would just be suicide now.
Zhuo Shi felt bitter.
No allies left?
He was bearing it all himself.
Flicker—
Suddenly, the soul lamps in the hall flickered, power surging erratically, light brightening and dimming.
As everyone stared in confusion—
A figure suddenly appeared in the seat of honor.
"…"
It was Su Wen.
Even more shocking, though two chairs had been reserved, only one was now occupied. Gu Yuena—the Dragon God in the crowd's eyes—stood calmly behind Su Wen, like… a bodyguard?!!
No, more intimate… Like a couple. From previous footage, their relationship seemed more than professional.
Su Wen's face was a bit pale, seemingly tired, while the Dragon God behind looked more radiant than ever. As a married man, Qiangu Dongfeng recognized the look.
Did they just go celebrate? After finishing off the Abyssal Lord, did they—? Very likely!!!
Managing to conquer the Dragon God...
A role model for us all!
Qiangu Dongfeng gazed at Su Wen with admiration. So this is what a Beastmaster can do.
We never realized the real key to success.
Su Wen raised an eyebrow at Qiangu Dongfeng's fawning look, knowing exactly what he was thinking. He gave him a faint glance.
"You were all waiting for me?"
"Ah… yes!" Qiangu Dongfeng snapped to attention, standing up quickly. The other powerhouses did the same—even Zhuo Shi, though sullen, got up reluctantly.
"Be seated." Su Wen nodded.
"…"
"So… Tang Sect was just planning to play dead?" Su Wen leaned back, smiling as he watched Zang Xin.
"I…" Zang Xin clenched his fists, meaning to speak.
But was cut off by Zhuo Shi, "This was Shrek Academy's mistake. We, as elders, made the wrong decision. Please punish us…"
"And Yun Ming?" Su Wen asked curiously.
Zhuo Shi's throat rolled. He stifled his bitterness, "He is… in closed-door cultivation for now."
He knew how strong Su Wen was—one move could kill him. But deep down, the habits of a lifetime clashed. For years, his peers showed him respect. Now subjected to questioning from above, he couldn't help being displeased.
"Afraid Yun Ming would spill Shrek's secrets?" Su Wen grinned.
"…"
Deathly silence.
All knew this was the main event.
Looks like this gracious Beastmaster isn't going to let Shrek Academy off the hook.
Chen Xinjie hesitated: "My lord…"
Pfft~
The next instant, he shot out like a cannonball, punching through the wall and flying out, smashing several skyscrapers, finally coming to rest.
Sirens howled.
The building's entire security force was activated, quickly surrounding the area with a hundred or so purple mechas and ten black supreme-grade mechas.
Qiangu Lincheng, in a black mecha cockpit, looked to the top floor with a solemn gaze.
On his screen, he caught sight of the broken wall—clearly left by a body smashing through.
Wait!!
Qiangu Lincheng's pupils dilated.
Tang Sect deputy leader Zang Xin, Federation MP Chen Nian, his father, Spirit Tower vice chair Leng Yaozhu, Blood God Legion Commander Zhang Huanyun, Central Legion Commander Yu Guanzhi, Northwest, West, North, South Commanders…
All the true heavyweights!
Any one of them could shake the continent with a stomp. With all the military, Spirit Tower, Tang Sect, Shrek, and all interests gathered—it could only be for… what?!!
Even more mind-boggling was the one sitting at the head.
So familiar! Wait—that's the guy from the soul train!
So many seniors, even Dad isn't in the first seat—yet he is?
Qiangu Lincheng looked at his father for clues, only to see him gesturing: Go! Was he mouthing "get out?!"
"Gulp~"
Qiangu Lincheng wasn't dumb. Realizing the code, his heart skipped a beat.
"Retreat! Shut down the alarms!"
No time to think. He ordered his team to fall back over comms.
"Captain?"
"No time—fall back quietly! This isn't our business, and we can't get involved!"
"…"
As the alarms stopped, everyone went pale with fear. The Sea God Douluo, a near mythical figure, had just been smashed out by the white-haired woman (the Dragon God?), fate unknown.
"I don't recall letting him speak, did I?" Su Wen smiled at the table.
"Or do you all want to beg for him? He doesn't have the status for that…"
"I most despise sycophants."
"…"
"You're Zhuo Shi?" Su Wen asked mildly.
"Yes." Now Zhuo Shi was utterly subdued, answering softly.
"…" Su Wen shook his head.
Gu Yuena understood, her multicolored spear blasted through Zhuo Shi's chest, nailing him to his chair.
"You—!" Zhuo Shi's face contorted in terror.
"Did I permit you to interrupt?" Su Wen smiled softly.
Zhuo Shi's life faded, his body a shriveled husk.
Su Wen tapped the table, looking at Zang Xin.
"Now then, let's have the truth."
…
Spirit Pagoda HQ, ground floor.
Qiangu Lincheng gasped for breath, thrilled to have survived.
Then his comm buzzed.
"Boss, we found a body at the explosion site—no, wait, faint breathing!"
"Whose?!" Dread gripped Qiangu Lincheng.
"Seems… it's Sea God Douluo Chen Xinjie…"
The voice on the other end was trembling.