Douluo: This Legend of the Dragon King is not quite right

Chapter 227 Yuan En Hui is going home
After pressing the communication number, Yuan Enhui's heart pounded wildly in his chest, almost shattering his ribs.

A short, rapid beep came from the receiver. The call was connected instantly before the second beep even sounded!

A deep, authoritative voice, carrying the weight of time yet full of vigor, said:
"Yehui? Is...is that you?"

The speed was so fast that Yuan En Hui was caught off guard.

It answered instantly.

Her grandfather's voice seemed a little older than she remembered, but the inherent majesty and the oppressive aura of a Limit Douluo were clearly discernible even through the communicator.

Her fingers tightened suddenly around the communicator, her knuckles turning white.

Without any pleasantries or greetings, Yuan Enhui forcibly suppressed the sob in her throat and the surging complex emotions, and got straight to the point in an almost interrogative tone:
"Tell me, back then, back then you crippled Dad and drove Mom to her death, was it because... because Mom had been planted with the seed of evil? Was it because I was planted with it too?"

She roared in one breath, as if she had used up all her strength. Her chest heaved violently as she held her breath, waiting for the decisive answer.

There was a deathly silence on the other end of the communicator.

The silence seemed to freeze time, so heavy that Yuanen Yehui almost suffocated.

Every second feels like a century.

She could clearly hear the roar of her blood rushing through her eardrums.

Finally, Yuan En's thunderous voice rang out again, a deep, rumbling sound like thunder rolling through the clouds, carrying a hoarseness as if the deepest wounds had been exposed, and an unprecedented solemnity:
"How...how did you find out about this?"

His tone was no longer complex as before, but filled with extreme shock and vigilance; every word seemed to be chilled to the bone.
"Who? Who told you that?"

This reaction is almost tantamount to acquiescence.

Yuan Enhui's heart sank suddenly, and an indescribable chill and immense sorrow instantly swept over her.

it is true!
What the god said was actually true.

The father was deposed, the mother died... and the root of the problem lay here.

She took a deep breath, trying to make her voice sound less trembling:
"It was a being who claimed to be a god who appeared before me in an incredible way and told me all of this. He also made me discover the demonic seed hidden deep within my martial soul."

"God?" Yuan En's voice suddenly rose, filled with disbelief and deep doubt. "Ye Hui, wake up! The connection between Douluo Continent and the God Realm has long been severed. Since the Sea God Tang San ascended, no divine miracles have occurred. How could there still be gods remaining in the mortal realm?"

"Were you tricked by some sophisticated illusion or mind control technique?"

Grandpa's doubts were understandable.

Yuan Enhui himself felt that this experience was like a fairy tale.

But the power that god just displayed, that terrifying method that directly affected the origin of the martial soul, was something that illusion or mental control could not achieve.

“I’m perfectly clear-headed,” Yuan Enhui said. “He also told me that he can solve the problem of this demonic seed and restore my father’s cultivation.”

When Yuan Enhui mentioned his father, his voice choked up again.

There was another silence on the other end of the communicator.

Clearly, this information had a greater impact on Yuan Enzhentian.

How to restore a Soul Master whose cultivation has been destroyed?

This is simply defying fate.

Even with his extensive knowledge as a Limit Douluo, he had never heard of such a thing.

After a long silence, Yuan Enzhen's voice rang out again, this time with a sense of contemplation and deep thought:
"Anyway, you know about the Devil Seed and are willing to call and ask me..."

"At least your misunderstanding about Grandpa has been cleared up. Sigh..."

A heavy sigh, as if carrying the weight of countless years of guilt and pain.

But soon,
“Night Glow.” Yuan Enzhen’s voice turned serious and decisive. “You immediately ask the academy for leave. Then, take the token you received, and try to contact the person who gave you the token, and go home immediately,” he paused, then continued:

"Grandpa needs to see that token with his own eyes, to verify who he really is, and to find out how much of his proposed solution is true."

go home……

This is the place she fled from for so long, a place that carries her deepest pain.

Yuan Enhui held the communicator and remained silent.

Her mind was in turmoil. Her resentment towards her grandfather had not completely dissipated, but the shock of the truth and the hope that her father might recover pulled her like a magnet.

“I…” Her voice carried a hint of awkwardness and stiffness, “I can go back by myself, the token is enough.”

"So be it."

She didn't want to say anything more and hung up the call.

The communicator screen went dark.

Silence returned to the room.

Yuan Enhui leaned weakly against the desk, the communicator in her hand slipping onto the soft bed.

She slowly raised her hand and covered her face.

The cold token was still tightly clutched in her other hand.

it is true.

Grandpa admitted it.

A profound sense of grief, relief, uncertainty about the future, and a faint glimmer of hope intertwined and collided within her heart.

Tears fell silently, this time not because of pure resentment.

A moment later, she wiped away her tears and her eyes hardened again.

She picked up the communicator and quickly dialed another number, calling her homeroom teacher, Wu Changkong.

"Teacher Wu, it's me, Yuan En Ye Hui." Her voice had returned to its usual tone, though with a slight, barely perceptible hoarseness. "I'm sorry to bother you so late. I have an urgent matter at home that I need to attend to immediately. I'm asking for leave, and the exact time is uncertain, but I will return as soon as possible."

On the other end of the communicator, Wu Changkong's voice came through, carrying a hint of concern but without asking any further questions:

"Urgent family matter? I understand. I'll send you the leave slip later. With finals approaching, please handle this as soon as possible and come back to take your final exams."

“I will, teacher. Thank you,” Yuan Enhui replied simply.

After hanging up the communication with Wu Changkong, Yuan Enhui no longer hesitated.

She quickly and efficiently packed a simple bag, carefully placing a few necessities and the most important ice-blue token close to her body.

He then pushed open the dormitory door. The corridor was empty, with only the soul-guided wall lamp emitting a cold white light.

She walked briskly through the quiet dormitory corridor without disturbing anyone, like an elf blending into the night.

As she stepped out of the dormitory building, the biting autumn wind swept over her, ruffling the hair on her forehead.

Without lingering, she disappeared into the deep night and sped off towards the Yuanen family, a family that was both familiar and strange, bearing endless pain yet also harboring a glimmer of hope, outside the academy.

The road home stretches out in the cold night.

What awaits her ahead is the final confirmation of the truth, whether the curse that entangles her family can be broken, and even more...

The father's only hope for a new life.

(End of this chapter)