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

The group chat was instantly filled with a joyful atmosphere, leaving only Xie Xie's wailing and crying text and emojis, as well as his plea to Gu Yuena to show mercy.

Unaware of this, Lu Jun had already followed the signs and walked out of the quiet cabin corridor, where noise and music surged in like a tide.

Lu Jun then walked along the smooth, mirror-like passageway toward the Starry Sea Hall on the second floor, which was brightly lit and faintly filled with melodious music.

Soon, the magnificent, open archway leading to the Starry Sea Hall came into view.

Inside the door lies another world.

My eyes suddenly opened up.

Lu Jun exclaimed that the Starry Sea Hall truly lived up to its reputation.

Its spaciousness is beyond imagination; it can accommodate thousands or even tens of thousands of people without feeling crowded.

The dome is a highly transparent crystal structure that mimics the deep night sky, with soft starlight falling and reflecting off the dazzling crystal chandeliers below.

The air was filled with the aroma of delicious food, the richness of fine wine, and the slightly intoxicating scent of various expensive perfumes.

The hall is surrounded by huge viewing windows, outside which stretches an endless, dark ocean, adding to the sense of mystery and grandeur.

The hall was already packed with people, their elegant attire and graceful figures creating a vibrant atmosphere.

Men and women dressed in elegant formal attire held crystal goblets, chatting and laughing in small groups.

The air was filled with the aroma of delicious food and the rich flavor of fine wines.

The long buffet table was filled with delicacies from all over the mainland, and waiters carried wine trays, moving through the crowd like fish.

On the central circular stage, a small symphony orchestra was playing a soothing and melodious tune, while several graceful dancers danced lightly and gracefully to the music.

The entire scene was luxurious yet tasteful, lively yet not noisy, showcasing the Federation's top-level social standards.

This drew low cheers from the audience.

The scene before him was luxurious and bustling, with a deliberate post-war relaxation and extravagance that made Lu Jun, who had just emerged from the brutal battlefield and meditation, feel a sudden, unreal sense of alienation.

"They certainly know how to enjoy life."

Lu Jun thought to himself that this was quite different from the post-war social gathering he had imagined; it was more like a meticulously planned high society banquet.

"Since we're here, we might as well make the best of it and relax a bit."

He composed himself, scanned the area, and quickly spotted a relatively quiet corner near the porthole.

There was a set of soft sofas and a small coffee table, just in the middle of the crowd.

He strolled over and sat down comfortably. A waiter immediately came forward, and he only ordered a simple glass of iced water.

Fine water droplets condensed on the glass, and it felt cold to the touch.

He leaned back on the sofa, gently swirling the ice in his glass, his gaze casually sweeping over the noisy crowd, listening to the unfamiliar music played by the band, watching the dancers twirl gracefully on stage, enjoying this rare, slightly detached, leisurely feeling.

He was still wearing that simple white shirt, which contrasted sharply with the guests around him who were dressed in suits, military uniforms, and long skirts, making him appear even more extraordinary and otherworldly.

But.

Some people are born to be the center of attention.

Lu Jun was tall and slender with a handsome face and well-defined features. He exuded a cool and aloof aura, as if he were independent of this noisy place.

Although he deliberately chose a corner, his extraordinary aura still attracted a lot of attention, like a firefly in the dark.

In a short time, no fewer than seven ladies, confident in their looks or privileged backgrounds, came over with wine glasses and smiles that were either generous or shy, to strike up a conversation.

"Sir, are you alone? Would you do me the honor of having a drink?"

"Young master, you look unfamiliar. Is this your first time participating in such an event?"

"May I ask your name?" Lu Jun thought to himself, complaining that they were all making up various excuses to get close to him and start a conversation.

But I'm really not interested in them.

Therefore, maintaining basic politeness, I nodded slightly and politely declined in a calm yet firm tone:
"Thank you, but I'd like to be alone for a while."

Although the rejected women were somewhat disappointed, they did not leave immediately. Most of them chose to linger nearby, their eyes still occasionally drifting towards this quiet corner, their eyes filled with undisguised appreciation and curiosity.

A string of dazzling accolades, such as "the number one genius on the mainland," "the youngest Super Douluo," and "the hero who has resolved numerous crises," are bestowed upon this impeccably handsome young man, enough to make any young girl in love or ambitious man's heart flutter.

With these backgrounds, he was practically the perfect template for the prince charming in the dreams of every woman present.

Lu Jun didn't care about this at all, and was already used to it. His gaze swept casually across the crowd, then suddenly fixed on a certain spot, and a helpless smile appeared on his lips.

He saw Xie Xie, Le Zhengyu, and Long Chen weaving through the crowd, their faces relaxed with smiles.

Even Tang Wulin, who was always jokingly called a "cultivation maniac," was dragged along by them. He was standing somewhat awkwardly to the side, holding a glass of juice.
He watched Xie Xie and Yuan En Ye Hui, and Le Zheng Yu and Xu Xiao Yan, two perfect couples, chatting and laughing, his eyes wandering, clearly uncomfortable in this situation.

They are the kind of people who can be spotted in a crowd at a glance, because they are just too out of place.

"These guys..."

Lu Jun took a sip of ice water, chuckled, and shook his head.

They all made excuses to decline his sparring invitations in the communication group before, but they all came here to have fun.

However, he just found it funny and didn't take it to heart. He thought that rare time for rest should not be filled with cultivation.

Just as he relaxed and was immersed in the tranquility amidst the liveliness, a charming female voice, tinged with languor and unique magnetism, quietly sounded behind him:
Why are you hiding here all by yourself?

The voice is familiar.

Lu Jun turned his head to look.

In the dim light, a slender figure leaned against the back of the sofa, smiling at him.

She wore a well-tailored black trench coat, which was left unbuttoned, revealing a simple white silk shirt underneath. The collar was slightly open, outlining her beautiful collarbone.

Her lower body consisted of shorts and a pair of straight, slender legs encased in black stockings.

Her long, flowing hair was casually draped over her shoulders, with a few strands gently brushing against her fair cheeks in the wind.

She was extremely beautiful, yet possessed a cold and aloof air, like a black rose blooming in the dark night, dangerous yet captivating.

At this moment, her alluring eyes, glistening with moisture, were fixed on Lu Jun, a hint of weariness in them adding to her captivating charm.

Who else could it be but Leng Yulai?
A hint of surprise flashed in Lu Jun's eyes:
"You're on this ship too?"

"Then where should I be?"

Leng Yulai's lips curled slightly, revealing a cold and beautiful smile.

Holding a glass of amber-colored liquor, she gracefully walked around the sofa and naturally sat down in the empty seat next to Lu Jun.

She leaned back lazily, her trench coat slipping down slightly, revealing her alluring curves beneath her shirt. The striking contrast between her voluptuous figure and slender waist exuded a mature woman's charm.

With full breasts, a slender waist, and long, intertwined legs, the black rose instantly reveals its inner passion and allure.

He truly has an icy exterior but a passionate interior.

“However, what intrigues me even more is…” Leng Yulai turned her head, leisurely sizing up Lu Jun, her tone teasing, “You, a dignified and busy man like Lu, would actually condescend to attend such a boring social event?”

"According to your usual habits, shouldn't you be in seclusion in your cabin right now, either cultivating or dealing with some major crisis that could affect the fate of the continent?"

"Why the change in your attitude today?" (End of Chapter)