Douluo: Steal Tang San's luck and become stronger!

Through conversation, Tang Lan learned that Wen Yun was not a native of Han Hai City. In her early years, she had wandered in the distant southwestern Tang City area. At that time, she was just a talented but resource-poor rogue Soul Master. By chance, she encountered danger and was rescued by Tang Ya, who happened to be in Tang City on business.

"The sect leader's wife not only saved my life, but also saw the potential of my martial spirit and the problems in my cultivation."

Wen Yun recalled the past with gratitude and reminiscence in her eyes.

"She not only guided her subordinates in cultivation, but also bestowed upon them an extremely precious 'Sea Heart Soul Tempering Orchid' immortal herb when they encountered great difficulties and were almost in despair in breaking through the bottleneck of level 80."

The pure water-attribute energy and primordial soul power contained in that immortal herb not only helped my subordinate break through the bottleneck in one fell swoop, but also greatly tempered my subordinate's martial soul and soul power foundation, making the subsequent cultivation path much smoother.

She sighed.

"If I hadn't met the Sect Master's wife back then, received that immortal herb from her, and been accepted and nurtured by the Tang Sect afterward, I probably wouldn't have been able to break through to level 90 so easily, let alone have the achievements and status I have today. In my heart, I have always regarded the Sect Master's wife and the Tang Sect as my benefactors."

Later, Wen Yun naturally joined the Tang Clan. With her outstanding abilities, deep understanding of water attributes, and business acumen, she gradually distinguished herself within the clan.

When the Tang Clan decided to strengthen its intelligence and commercial network in the northern coastal region, Wen Yun, who was from the coast, familiar with the area, and whose strength had reached the peak of the Soul Douluo level, became the most suitable candidate.

Thus, Wen Yun naturally became the person in charge of the Tang Clan in Hanhai City, overseeing all Tang Clan affairs within a radius of hundreds of miles, and transforming Haitian Restaurant into a formidable fortress and intelligence center.

Hearing this, Tang Lan couldn't help but admire Tang Ya inwardly. She truly possessed a unique personal charm and discerning eye. Kind yet not rigid, she was adept at recognizing the strengths of others and giving them opportunities.

They are more likely to treat others with sincerity and gain loyalty. Examples like Wen Yun, who wholeheartedly served the Tang Clan because of a favor and recognition, and grew into a core member, are not uncommon within the Tang Clan.

This is another valuable asset that Tang Ya, as the sect leader's wife, brought to the Tang Sect—a strong sense of unity among the people.

After the conversation, Wen Yun respectfully asked for instructions.

"Sect Master, you must be tired from your journey. I have prepared rooms for you and Miss Qiu'er to rest in. Please follow me."

She led Tang Lan and Wang Qiu'er to the top floor of the Haitian Restaurant, to the most luxurious and spacious "Emperor's Private Room" with the best view. Pushing open the door, the room was exquisitely furnished, with thick carpets on the floor and furniture made of the finest deep-sea agarwood.

The walls are adorned with evocative seascape paintings, and a massive floor-to-ceiling crystal window faces the ocean directly. Although it is currently dark, the vastness of the sea meeting the sky is still palpable. The room is divided into several sections, including a living room, study, bedroom, meditation room, and bathroom, and even an open-air viewing platform with a small soul-guided temperature control system.

Wen Yun meticulously explained the various facilities and precautions in the room, then tactfully took her leave, stating that she would be downstairs at any time and could be called upon at any time if needed or if she wanted to know the latest information.

After Wen Yun left, leaving only Tang Lan and Wang Qiu'er in the room, Wang Qiu'er, who had been quietly following Tang Lan without saying much, suddenly let out a soft "humph." The sound was not loud, but it carried a subtle emotion that was hard to detect.

Tang Lan looked at her with some confusion.

Wang Qiu'er's golden eyes glanced thoughtfully in the direction of the door Wen Yun had left, as if she could still see the graceful figure in the swaying blue dress. Then, her gaze unconsciously drifted down to her own chest, her brows furrowing almost imperceptibly, as if making a silent comparison.

Wang Qiu'er seemed to sense an invisible "threat" from the same sex, although she herself might not be able to clearly explain what this "threat" was.

That feeling of being subtly outshone, like tiny vines, quietly entwined around Wang Qiu'er's heart.

She was not a narrow-minded person, and rarely cared about other people's opinions of her appearance, but for some reason, she felt a strange urge to confront Wen Yun, the mature, charming, and respectful person in charge of Hanhai City, who was also very respectful to Tang Lan.

Especially when the other party clearly has the upper hand in certain "indicators" of the area where one is proud of one's physique, an indescribable little emotion mixed with a bit of resentment and a faint sense of crisis arises uncontrollably.

It was obvious that in terms of fullness and exaggerated curves, she seemed to be at a disadvantage. This realization made Wang Qiu'er, who was always proud and especially confident in front of Tang Lan, feel inexplicably uncomfortable.

She didn't actually dislike Wen Yun because of this; after all, the other woman was well-mannered, capable, and a valuable asset to the Tang Clan. But this subtle displeasure needed an outlet.

So, in the brief time they spent together, Wang Qiu'er would glare at Tang Lan fiercely from time to time, her eyes seeming to say something.

"What are you looking at? Don't look around!"

or.

"It's all your fault!"

With a hint of coquettishness and warning, coupled with her stunningly beautiful face, she did not appear fierce at all, but rather had a unique liveliness and cuteness.

Tang Lan was initially confused by the glare, but when he followed Wang Qiu'er's "murderous" gaze and noticed his own occasional, involuntary glances at Wen Yun's breathtakingly full curves as she bowed to pour tea or turned to point... he instantly understood.

Even with Tang Lan's resolute will and rich experience, he couldn't help but be briefly drawn to the alluring cleavage that resembled an "abyss," and the natural mature feminine charm emanating from Wen Yun. However, he reacted quickly; whenever he realized his gaze had wandered, he would immediately cough and awkwardly force himself to look away.

Turning to look at the sea view outside the window, or picking up a teacup and taking a sip as if to be profound, silently reciting the calming mantra in his heart, while secretly smiling bitterly, this Wen Yun... is indeed quite charming, and it seems that she has not deliberately restrained herself, or rather, this is her natural state.
In contrast, Wen Yun seemed oblivious to Wang Qiu'er's hostile glances and Tang Lan's slightly awkward reaction, or perhaps she noticed but pretended not to.

She always wore a gentle and graceful smile, and her movements were elegant and composed. Especially when she sat down at the coffee table and personally peeled a juicy tangerine, a specialty of Hanhai City, for Tang Lan, her gentle smile was captivating.

With slender, jade-like fingers, she deftly peeled the orange, carefully removing the veins from the glistening segments, and then gently placed them in the jade dish in front of Tang Lan. The entire set of movements was fluid and pleasing to the eye, revealing a sense of thoughtfulness and delicacy.

"Sect Master, try this 'Sea Heart Tangerine,' a unique variety from the Northern Sea Island. It's produced in very small quantities each year, and it's sweet and refreshing, and it's also somewhat beneficial for calming your soul power." Wen Yun's voice was gentle, with a refreshing quality like a sea breeze.

Tang Lan looked at the glistening orange segments in the dish, and then glanced at Wang Qiu'er's almost fiery golden eyes beside her. She no longer dared to enjoy this "gentle service" in peace.

He quickly reached out to stop him, and said seriously.

"Wen Yun, there's no need to be so polite. I can do it myself. The situation is urgent right now, so let's talk about business first."

He quickly changed the subject, forcibly pulling his attention away from the delicate "battlefield" atmosphere before him. His gaze regained its clarity and sharpness as he looked at Wen Yun and asked in a deep voice.

"Wen Yun, what's the situation in Dongyang City to the west lately? Have you discovered any new developments? Various forces are converging on this area; the Holy Spirit Cult couldn't possibly be unaware. What's their reaction?"

When it came to serious matters, Wen Yun's gentle smile faded slightly, replaced by the calmness and professionalism befitting an intelligence chief.

She put down the remaining oranges in her hand, picked up a wet wipe that had been prepared beforehand, wiped her hands, sat up straight, and her expression became serious.

"Reporting to the sect leader, the recent commotion in Dongyang City... is quite significant."

Wen Yun's voice was clear and steady.

"Just as the sect leader predicted, the Holy Spirit Cult and the rebels it controls have clearly realized that they are becoming the target of everyone's attacks, and a major battle is inevitable. Therefore, instead of panicking and retreating or shrinking their defenses, they have instead..."

She paused, a hint of seriousness flashing in her eyes.

"They are frantically gathering and mobilizing all available rebel forces and scattered evil spirit masters from the surrounding areas and even further afield, converging on Dongyang City!"
According to the latest reports from our spies inside and outside the city, as well as the intelligence gathered and analyzed from various channels, the number of rebel troops and evil spirit masters reinforcing and pouring into Dongyang City day and night is rapidly increasing.

Wen Yun took out a file with a simple map and densely packed numbers, spread it out on the coffee table, and pointed to some constantly updated markings on it.

"Based on my rough estimates and conservative estimates from multiple intelligence sources, the total number of rebels and evil spirit masters who have been sent to Dongyang City in the past ten days alone is definitely no less than 50,000! Moreover, this number is constantly increasing over time! The convoys and ships transporting troops and supplies have been almost non-stop."

She pointed to the outline of Dongyang City on the map and continued.

"Add to that the core rebel forces and evil spirit masters who have been stationed and operating in Dongyang City for a long time... We previously estimated their total strength to be around 100,000, but now it seems that we have greatly underestimated them. Based on our comprehensive judgment, the total strength of the rebel forces gathered in Dongyang City is definitely no less than 200,000! And this is just the number of regular troops."

Wen Yun's tone became even more somber.

"Even more noteworthy is the strength of the Soul Masters. The rebels and the Holy Spirit Cult have clearly concentrated a large number of their mid-to-high-level Soul Masters here. Based on our observations of the frequency of Soul Power fluctuations, the frequency of appearances of individuals in specific attire, and some battle records, the number of Soul Masters with Soul Power cultivation above the Great Soul Master level within Dongyang City is likely to have exceeded five thousand!"
Among them are many core members at the Soul Master and Soul King levels, and Soul Emperor and Soul Saint level powerhouses also occasionally appear. As for whether there are more Soul Douluos or even Title Douluos hidden among them, it is still unknown, but the possibility is extremely high.

Tang Lan listened to Wen Yun's report, his brows furrowing deeper and deeper. This answer was indeed quite unexpected. He had assumed the Holy Spirit Church would choose to have the Ten Thousand Souls Douluo secretly relocate with the evil artifacts, or concentrate their elite forces to break through.

Unexpectedly, the enemy chose the most "foolish" but possibly most effective tactic—turtling back and defending to the death, while frantically "calling for reinforcements," turning Dongyang City into a sturdy fortress like a hedgehog, ready to withstand the siege of the allied forces!
"Two hundred thousand rebels...more than five thousand mid-to-high-level Soul Masters..."

Tang Lan repeated the two numbers in a low voice, her fingers unconsciously tapping the table.

"Unexpectedly, this operation to annihilate the Ten Thousand Souls Douluo has inadvertently turned into a super war involving hundreds of thousands of soldiers and tens of thousands of soul masters."

He stood up, walked to the huge floor-to-ceiling window, and looked at the faint outline of the hills under the gloomy western sky, his tone filled with emotion and solemnity.

"The scale of this battle has even surpassed the regular conflicts and struggles between the two great empires on the border. The Holy Spirit Church... what a grand gesture, what a decisive resolve!"

Wen Yun also got up and walked to a spot slightly behind Tang Lan, adding to the discussion.

"Yes, Sect Master. They seem determined to protect Dongyang City, or rather, to protect the Ten Thousand Souls Douluo and what he possesses. Such a mobilization of troops at any cost clearly indicates that they regard Dongyang City as a crucial point that cannot be lost. Our previous 'decapitation' plan is likely to face a massive fortress armed to the teeth."

Tang Lan remained silent for a moment, a sharp glint flashing in her eyes, before slowly speaking.

"It seems that this time, the Holy Spirit Cult is determined to do everything in its power to protect Dongyang City, or rather, to protect their schemes here."

He turned around and looked at Wen Yun and Wang Qiu'er. There was no fear on his face; instead, a strong fighting spirit rose up.

"Since that's the case, let's have a head-on confrontation and see if the stronghold that his Holy Spirit Cult has been cultivating for many years is more powerful, or if the hundreds of thousands of troops led by my Tang Clan and united with various parties are more superior!"

Tang Lan had already received a secret message from Xu Sanshi through special channels on the way, so she naturally knew that the Douling Emperor had decided to send troops, dispatching 300,000 soldiers and 5,000 soul masters to help in the battle.

In addition, there are the experts from the affiliated sects mobilized by the Tang Sect itself, the elite instructors sent by Shrek Academy, and the border troops of the Heavenly Soul Empire, who, although not officially stated, will certainly not sit idly by. There may even be other forces that have caught wind of this and want to get a share or seek revenge...

Roughly estimated, the total strength of the allied forces that Tang Lan can mobilize or will inevitably participate in this battle, once assembled, will definitely not be less than 500,000! In terms of Soul Master strength, although the average quality and the number of top experts need to be counted, with the backbone of Tang Sect, Shrek Academy, the Douling Empire Royal Soul Master Corps, and various affiliated sects, it will certainly not be weak.

"500,000 versus 200,000..."

Tang Lan walked back to the coffee table, looking at the stark disparity in troop strength between the two sides on the map, but her face didn't show much relief. (End of Chapter)