Chapter Fifty-Seven: Wang Luo's Disheartenment

Not long after Blood Wolf and Black Panther departed, people of all kinds began to swarm in. Occasionally, someone would stumble upon fragments of shattered violet dragon scales, sparking a frenzy and countless bloody battles. As time passed, more and more joined the fray, and a great conflict unfolded. Legends of a clash between powerful beings from the Sanctuary began to circulate, drawing many who wished to witness the legendary chasm with their own eyes and feel the might of those Sanctuary warriors.

Barbatu City, the nearest settlement to the great pit, saw its population surge due to the phenomenon. Coupled with the sudden, recent auction of Blood Soul Wood, Barbatu's name quickly spread throughout the Welsh Empire.

“Kexindy, do you think that pit has anything to do with the young master?” In a nondescript district of Barbatu City, a sweaty boy of twelve or thirteen paused in his sword practice and called out to a slightly younger, stern-faced youth who was skillfully swinging a black dagger nearby.

Kexindy’s hand hesitated barely a moment before he glanced at Amanda, neither agreeing nor denying, then continued his practice. The image of Wang Luo flashed through his mind, his resolve deepening. He could not forget his grandfather’s instructions: should he ever meet the young master, he would be allowed to cultivate and serve him.

Time slipped by like wind over fingertips. In the blink of an eye, more than four months had passed since the battle of the Sanctuary, yet the commotion over the reappearance of such powerful beings only intensified. People recalled the emergence of Sanctuary warriors in Nicholas City. Previously shrouded in mystery, their sudden, repeated appearances sparked wild speculation as to the cause.

Yet as the annual Qilu Festival approached, the fervor began to subside, replaced by the city’s festive joy.

In an unnamed wilderness, a young boy sat beside a campfire, his gaze vacant as he watched a “Cuckoo Chicken” roast in the flames, lost in thought.

A drop of golden oil slid from the chicken, hissing and crackling in the fire, jolting the boy from his reverie.

“I wonder how the three of them are doing,” Wang Luo murmured, looking up at the sky. Over these four months, he had dedicated himself daily to cultivation, practicing both the nameless technique and body refining arts. Yet all the spiritual energy he absorbed was drawn into the seal and vanished.

Despite this, Wang Luo did not falter; he persisted with his training, believing he would one day shatter the seal. Besides cultivating, he spent his time traveling and reading about the cultivation of Dou Qi and magic in the Light Universe.

Having survived that Sanctuary battle, Wang Luo finally understood the might of Dou Qi and magic, setting aside his earlier arrogance. He had rarely faced true masters before; those he had seen with significant cultivation were always middle-aged or elderly, and he himself had reached the fifth rank at age ten, now advancing to the sixth. Though he had witnessed many powerful magical beasts in the Forest of Beasts with his “Lion Dad” and “Lion Mom,” he had always separated humans from magical beasts in his mind, which fostered a certain pride and an inevitable underestimation of Dou Qi and magic.

After finishing his roast, Wang Luo resumed cultivation. Thanks to his spiritual realm, given enough time, reaching the sixth level of magic would come quickly, but now, time was his greatest constraint.

Geneva City, famed in the region, owed its prosperity to the teleportation array within its walls. This was precisely why Wang Luo had obediently journeyed there: only through the array could he hope to escape Reggie’s grasp. He surmised Reggie must have been injured in the Blackru explosion, otherwise he would not have hesitated to seal Wang Luo instead of killing him outright. Wang Luo now hoped Reggie’s recovery would be slow.

On the fifteenth day of the Sacred Moon, just after the Qilu Festival, Wang Luo finally arrived at Geneva City by noon. Standing at the gates, a smile broke across his face—he had reached his destination. With the teleportation array, he would be free of Reggie at last.

But suddenly, Wang Luo’s smile froze as a rough, familiar voice echoed in his ears: “Come to the fourth floor of the Rusky Inn to see me!”

Startled by the sound of Reggie’s voice, Wang Luo looked around but saw no sign of him. Calming himself, he asked for directions to the Rusky Inn and set off.

Soon, he arrived and was led by a servant to Reggie’s room. Taking a deep breath, Wang Luo pushed open the door and entered.

Inside, in the center of the lounge, stood a mysterious figure cloaked in black. Wang Luo needed no guesswork—it was obviously Reggie. But seeing him dressed so, Wang Luo couldn’t help but wonder: What happened to Reggie? Is he still wounded? And where is Lei Long…?

Bang—

The door behind Wang Luo closed of its own accord. Reggie let out a cold snort, and Wang Luo felt his spiritual sense jolt violently. He let out a muffled groan, blood trickling from his lips, but his eyes flashed keenly as he leaned against the door and declared, “You’re not Reggie. Who are you?”

“Heh, clever boy.”

Reggie’s voice resounded again, this time laced with something sinister. Suddenly, Wang Luo found his body no longer obeyed him—he was rooted to the spot, helpless, which filled him with deep unease.

Bang—

The black robe on Reggie’s body dissolved into a flurry of beautiful, dark butterflies that drifted to every corner of the room. Wang Luo stared in shock as Reggie stood bared before him, his entire body enmeshed in black threads—across his face, chest, arms, and even his manhood.

In the blink of an eye, Reggie appeared before Wang Luo. With a wave of his hand, Wang Luo’s warrior robe followed the fate of the black cloak. Witnessing this, Wang Luo’s heart filled with dread, a chilling thought surfacing—could it be that Reggie…

“Tsk tsk, truly perfect!” Reggie’s hands, veined with black threads, caressed Wang Luo’s bare skin, sighing in admiration. Suddenly, Reggie gripped Wang Luo’s groin, and his body responded involuntarily.

“This is precisely what suits me best!” Reggie exclaimed again. Wang Luo glared at him in fury, his suspicions growing ever more certain, and his heart turned cold.

Unmoved by Wang Luo’s glare, Reggie continued to run his hands over the boy’s body, sighing intermittently. At last, having explored every inch, he lifted Wang Luo and carried him into the bedroom…

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Happy New Year!!!
End of "Azure Dragon of Another World" Chapter 57: Wang Luo’s Chill.