On the top floor of the Spirit Transfer Pagoda in Eastsea City, within a spacious and bright office.
The Pagoda Master was focused on reviewing files, sunlight streaming through the floor-to-ceiling windows, casting dappled shadows on the dark red handmade wool carpet.
The pen in his hand scratched across the paper, and when he occasionally paused to think, he would unconsciously tap the desktop with the pen tip.
Suddenly, a light knock on the door interrupted his thoughts.
"Come in," the Pagoda Master said without lifting his head, his voice deep and authoritative.
The office door was gently pushed open, and a middle-aged deacon in a dark blue uniform walked in, bowing slightly: "Master, I apologize for disturbing you, but there is something I need to ask for your instruction on."
The Pagoda Master finally looked up.
He was about fifty years old, with a dignified face, an air of composure from his long tenure in a high position, and a few strands of grey in his temples, but his eyes were still as sharp as an eagle's: "What is it?"
"Master, a Core Disciple has taken a liking to that artificial Black Dragon Soul Spirit."
A middle-aged deacon in a blue uniform stood respectfully before the desk, reporting in a low voice.
The pen in the Pagoda Master's hand paused slightly: "Whose Core Disciple is it?"
"To answer you, sir, it is Disciple of Liu Yang," the deacon replied, bowing, fine beads of sweat already forming on his forehead.
Upon hearing this, the Pagoda Master's lips curved into a knowing smile: "So it's that old fellow's Disciple."
He put down his pen, leaned back in his chair, and pondered for a moment, "Never mind, since his Disciple likes it, then give it to him."
"Yes, Master."
The deacon bowed respectfully, preparing to withdraw.
"Wait!"
The Pagoda Master suddenly called out to him, a glint flashing in his eyes, "Also give that old fellow's Disciple a spot on the Spirit Ascension Platform, just say… it's a small token of my regard."
The deacon looked up in surprise, then quickly lowered his head: "This subordinate will go and handle it immediately."
Watching the deacon's receding figure, the Pagoda Master stood up and walked to the floor-to-ceiling window, standing with his hands behind his back.
Outside the window, the bustling scene of Eastsea City was fully visible, but his gaze seemed to penetrate it all, looking towards a more distant place.
He murmured to himself: "That is my most perfect masterpiece… centered on the Bloodline of Beast God Di Tian, the Golden Eyed Black Dragon King, fused with ancient Dragon Soul, and then supplemented by the latest spirit tool technology, giving birth to the strongest weapon—the Armored Heavenly Dragon!"
At the same time, on the first floor of the Spirit Transfer Pagoda.
After receiving the notification, the female staff member from before walked over quickly.
Her professional smile was tinged with respect: "Sir, the Pagoda Master has approved your application."
She paused, "Not only that, the Pagoda Master has also specially granted you a usage slot for the Spirit Ascension Platform."
With that, she took out a crystal ball, entirely clear and sparkling, from her Storage Ring.
A deep black halo flowed over the surface of the orb, and a miniature black Dragon slowly swam inside.
Each Dragon scale shimmered with a metallic luster, and its crimson-gold Dragon eyes exuded an untamed wildness.
As Fang Yang reached out to take the crystal ball, the moment his fingertips touched the orb.
"Roar!"
A Soul-shaking Dragon roar erupted from the crystal ball, causing the air in the entire room to tremble.
The Black Dragon Soul Spirit within the crystal ball suddenly became incredibly violent, wildly crashing against the orb's wall, black energy surging like a tide, seemingly wanting to break free.
"Sir, be careful!" the female staff member exclaimed, stepping back.
"A king, cannot be insulted!"
Fang Yang, however, remained motionless, his Golden Dragon King Bloodline surging autonomously within him.
An invisible pressure emanated from him, the supreme aura belonging to the King of the Dragon Clan.
At this moment, Gu Yue, standing by, her pupils suddenly contracted.
That familiar aura, deeply imprinted in her Soul, washed over her, causing intense ripples in her calm eyes.
"Is this really… the Golden Dragon King? But how is this possible!" A stormy wave surged in Gu Yue's heart.
As the Silver Dragon King, one of the Dragon God's Divided Souls, she clearly knew that the Golden Dragon King had already fallen in the God Realm.
The reason Gu Yue approached Fang Yang was not only because of Na'er but also the Bloodline resonance she felt with Fang Yang during their first meeting.
This sparked a hint of curiosity about Fang Yang in her.
But at this moment, she distinctly felt the complete aura of the Golden Dragon King, a presence that should have completely dissipated in the God Realm.
Unless…
A startling conjecture emerged in Gu Yue's mind: "The Golden Dragon King did not fall, and Fang Yang is the Golden Dragon King himself?"
And the terrifying flames within Fang Yang's body also came from some opportunity he obtained.
Upon arriving on the Douluo Continent, he even re-cultivated as a human…
Just then, a shocking scene unfolded.
The violent Black Dragon Soul Spirit suddenly stopped struggling and slowly coiled itself.
Its crimson-gold Dragon eyes looked directly at Fang Yang, and it actually… lowered its proud head!
It displayed a posture of submission.
Fang Yang's lips curved slightly upward, and he put the now calm crystal ball into his Storage Ring.
"Gu Yue, let's go," he said, turning, his tone normal.
"Okay."
Gu Yue softly responded, but her gaze lingered on Fang Yang for a long time…
Seeing Gu Yue lost in thought, Fang Yang naturally took her slender hand and led her out of the Spirit Transfer Pagoda.
Gu Yue's palm was soft and delicate, with a slight coolness, and felt exceptionally comfortable in his hand.
It wasn't until they had walked out of the Spirit Transfer Pagoda that Gu Yue suddenly came back to her senses.
Feeling the warmth from her palm, she thought to herself: "This Fang Yang… actually took advantage of my inattention and…"
But she did not pull away; only the tips of her ears quietly flushed red.
Fang Yang, of course, knew Gu Yue had noticed his little trick, but he pretended to be completely unaware, still holding her hand, his steps leisurely.
Gu Yue also cooperated by not exposing him, allowing Fang Yang to lead her the entire way.
Thus, the two walked in silence until the outline of Eastsea Academy appeared in their sight.
"Hey, you bad guy, aren't you going to let go?" Gu Yue finally spoke, a hint of playful reproach in her tone.
Fang Yang turned his head to look at her, a smile on his lips: "I can't bear to let you go."
Gu Yue, seeing his rogue-like demeanor, couldn't help but let out a soft snort: "It's not like I won't let you hold my hand again in the future."
Fang Yang's eyes lit up: "Gu Yue, you said that, no going back on your word."
"You…" Gu Yue was helpless, how could this guy be so good at taking advantage of a situation?
Fang Yang chuckled proudly: "Hehe, you know, only those with thick skin get a wife."
With that, he reluctantly released her hand, and softly said: "Remember to miss me tonight, see you tomorrow."
Gu Yue glanced at him, said nothing more, and turned to walk towards the girls' dormitory.
However, the corners of her lips, the moment she turned, curved slightly upward.
"Na'er, for the sake of the Spirit Beast clan, I truly cannot give Fang Yang to you."
Fang Yang watched Gu Yue leave, then prepared to return to dormitory 205.
Suddenly, he felt a tap on his shoulder.
"Fang Yang, you…"
This sudden voice made Fang Yang jump, and he turned to see Tang Wulin standing behind him, he didn't know when Tang Wulin got there.
"Me? What's wrong?" Fang Yang asked, calming his heartbeat.
Tang Wulin's eyes sparkled with gossip, and he lowered his voice: "You succeeded?"
Fang Yang immediately understood: "Of course, absolutely. But Wu Lin, you have to keep it a secret for me first, don't tell that big mouth Xie Xie."
"Alright."
Tang Wulin readily agreed, then revealed a sly smile, "But… you have to treat me to a meal."
"Deal!"
Fang Yang laughed and punched Tang Wulin's shoulder, and the two walked side by side towards dormitory 205.
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