74: Chapter 74: Heading to the Far North

The instant Tang San's divine sense dissolved into specks of golden light within Wang Donger's spiritual sea, Wang Donger in the room suddenly furrowed her brows slightly. Her tense body seemed to have all its strength drained away, slowly relaxing.

A faint flush gradually appeared on her originally paper-pale cheeks, like petals moistened by morning dew. Her breathing also became even and long, and the violent trembling from before had completely stopped.

"Lu Jing! Lu Jing, look!"

Xiao Wu had been staring fixedly at Wang Donger's face. Seeing her expression soften, she immediately grabbed Lu Jing's arm in surprise and joy, her voice filled with irrepressible excitement as she hurriedly said, "Sister Donger… she seems to be getting better! Look at her face, there's color in it now!"

Lu Jing leaned over towards the bedside and carefully observed Wang Donger's complexion.

Indeed, the haze of pain that had shrouded her face had dissipated, and a hint of peace even showed between her brows; it was clear that the turbulence in her spiritual sea had subsided.

The heart he had kept hanging all night finally settled back into his chest. His tense shoulders relaxed slightly, and he nodded gently, "Hmm, it seems to be over."

It's just… A trace of contemplation flashed in his eyes.

Did Poseidon win, or did Tang San's divine sense withdraw on its own?

Judging from Wang Donger's current state, it looked more like the former—if Tang San had gained the upper hand, he probably wouldn't have let go so easily; after all, that Divine Realm enforcer was always accustomed to keeping everything under his control.

But none of this mattered anymore.

Lu Jing withdrew his gaze, having already reached a conclusion in his heart. Regardless of who won or lost, the fact that Wang Donger could trigger the Sea God's Heart and remain unscathed during the clash of two Divinities' divine senses was proof enough that she had gained Poseidon's initial approval.

Next, heading to Sea God Island to receive the complete inheritance was almost a certainty.

He turned to look at Xiao Wu, his tone returning to a calm steadiness, "Xiao Wu, you go back and rest first. You've been exhausted after tossing and turning all night. Come back to watch her tomorrow. I have to go somewhere tomorrow and might be away for a while."

Xiao Wu was stunned for a moment, "You're leaving? What about Sister Donger then?"

"You two just stay here and don't go running around," Lu Jing cautioned. "This is Heaven Dou City, a place where hidden dragons and crouching tigers abound; there is no shortage of Titled Douluo-level powerhouses, so be careful. As for the Sea God God Position, wait until I return to accompany her to Sea God Island; tell her not to rush to set off."

As he spoke, he took out a token engraved with complex patterns from his robes. The token was pitch black, with a ring of gold inlaid along the edges—it was the Spirit Hall consecration token that Qian Daoliu had given him previously.

"This is…" Xiao Wu took the token; it felt ice-cold to the touch, and she could feel a faint yet majestic energy contained within it.

"This is the Spirit Hall consecration token," Lu Jing explained. "Although Heaven Dou City is not Spirit Hall territory, this token carries significant weight. If you are ever targeted by someone, have Donger show this; it can deter them. Because the Elders are existences that even the Supreme Pontiff cannot command, and they are also existences that the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School and the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan cannot afford to provoke."

Xiao Wu nodded vigorously and carefully put the token away, as if she were holding an amulet: "I understand! Don't worry, I will look after Sister Donger!"

She paused, unable to resist asking, "Then where are you going? Is it very dangerous?"

Lu Jing shook his head, his tone indifferent, "It's not anything dangerous, so don't ask too much. Just stay here obediently and wait for me to return."

Although Xiao Wu was curious, seeing that Lu Jing did not want to say more, she sensibly did not ask again, only nodding, "Then you must come back early."

After saying this, she turned and left the room on tiptoes, fearing she might disturb the sleeping Wang Donger.

The room returned to quiet, with only the sound of the flickering candle flame remaining.

Lu Jing sat down by the bedside, looking at Wang Donger's peaceful sleeping face, and couldn't help but sigh softly.

"Tang Wutong, oh Tang Wutong…" He murmured in a low voice, his tone carrying a hint of complexity, "To have a father like this, you really have had the worst luck in eight lifetimes."

Tang San's schemes were clear as day to him. He claimed it was for his daughter, but in reality, it was full of manipulation—intervening in the name of worrying about his daughter was nothing more than wanting to bring the Child of Destiny of the Douluo Continent from ten thousand years later under his own control.

If it weren't for the fact that the two of them had now arrived in the World of ten thousand years ago, and that Tang San's true body could not descend or perceive them, he wouldn't even know how to contend with Tang San.

Lu Jing kept watch for a moment. Seeing that Wang Donger's breathing had become increasingly steady, he stood up, blew out the candle, and quietly exited the room.

The next morning, just as the sky was beginning to brighten, Lu Jing arrived at the front courtyard, where Qian Renxue was already waiting.

She was still wearing that light golden dress, and the morning light spilled onto her silver-white hair, casting a soft luster.

"Leaving?" Qian Renxue looked at him, her tone calm, yet carrying a trace of imperceptible concern.

"Yes." Lu Jing nodded and replied, "I have some private matters to handle, and I might be away for a few days."

"Do you need help?" Qian Renxue asked. Spirit Hall had informants all over the continent; if the place Lu Jing was going to was tricky, she might be able to help.

"No need, it's just a small matter." Lu Jing smiled and said, "I'll leave those two girls in your care."

"Rest assured, while they are with me, no one would dare touch them." Qian Renxue nodded in agreement. With the consecration token in hand, she was not worried about Wang Donger and Xiao Wu; after all, the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School and the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan could not possibly choose to offend the Elder Hall for the sake of a 100,000-year-old Spirit Beast that had taken human form.

As the saying goes, some things you might have the life to take, but not the life to spend!

Lu Jing said no more, cupped his hands in farewell: "Farewell." With that, he turned, walked out of the courtyard, and headed straight towards the city outskirts.

An inconspicuous black carriage had long been prepared at the city gate. Seeing him approach, the coachman hurriedly bowed and saluted: "Sir, the carriage is ready."

Lu Jing nodded, lifted the carriage curtain, and sat inside. "To the Far North," he instructed in a deep voice.

"Yes!" The coachman acknowledged and cracked the whip. The carriage slowly moved, soon leaving Heaven Dou City behind as it sped towards the north.

Outside the carriage window, the scenery flew backwards rapidly. Lu Jing leaned against the carriage wall, closing his eyes in contemplation.

Although the Far North could not compare to the Star Dou Great Forest in terms of overall strength, for human Spirit Masters, it was a more terrifying existence than the Star Dou Great Forest.

Because the climate there was extremely harsh; even Titled Douluo, or even peak Douluo powerhouses, dared not venture deep into the Far North. This was true whether it was ten thousand years ago or ten thousand years later.

Especially ten thousand years later, in the Far North guarded by the Snow Empress and the Ice Empress, even a level 99 super Douluo could not stir up any waves.

It was just unclear whether the sacrifice that originally occurred ten thousand years later would happen ten thousand years early.

The carriage traveled north all the way, the temperature becoming lower and lower, and snow gradually appeared on both sides of the road. Lu Jing knew that the Far North was not far away.