Douluo: A Century-old Legend I Am the Second Uncle Chenxin

Chapter 1211: Peerless Person

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"Since he has concealed his aura to hide his cultivation, then his martial spirit must also be hidden, right?"

Bo Xian'er's long sleeves fluttered slightly, and her red lips curled up in an arc that seemed like a smile.

Xue Chuxin's fingertips trembled slightly, her pupils shrank suddenly, and her lips opened slightly: "Aunt?!"

Before she finished her words, she took a half step back, and the hem of her white skirt drew a half moon on the bluestone ground.

But Bo Xian'er raised her white wrist slightly, and the jade bracelets between her fingers jingled, interrupting her unfinished words.

The tails of those phoenix eyes were tilted upwards, as if there were cold stars flowing in them: "Chu Xin, why are you so anxious?"

Xue Shiqiong hesitated for a moment, bit her red lips with her pearly teeth, and ripples of soul power suddenly spread all over her body.

The shadow of her martial spirit materialized, and eight-meter-long icy wings spread out from the void. The edges of her feathers glowed with an icy light, and the golden crown on her forehead hung like an emperor's crown, dyeing her three thousand black hair with a gilded color.

When the martial spirit took possession of her, a pair of huge wings made of ice crystals grew out of the young woman's back, and golden and blue feather patterns quietly spread out at the corners of her eyes.

The most captivating thing is the pair of strange eyes - the left eye is like molten gold and blazing sun, and the right eye is like frost of ten thousand years of black ice. As the light in the eyes flows, there is even a faint sound of geese crying and phoenix calling.

The golden threads in her hair flow like stars, and each hair end is dancing with a halo like broken jade.

After this moment, Xue Shiqiong slowly put away her martial spirit.

Bo Xian'er frowned slightly, and a gentle smile appeared on her lips: "This Swan Martial Spirit is really new."

Xue Shiqiong flicked her long sleeves, and three inches of frost condensed on her fingertips. She lowered her eyes and said respectfully, "Excuse me, this is the Holy Black Ice Swan, also called the Bright Ice Jade Luan."

Her black hair moved without wind, and ice crystals shattered into starlight between her eyelashes.

"If I remember correctly—" Bo Xian'er tapped the table with her fingers, her golden hairpin shaking at her temples, "The swan lineage has the four attributes of gold, wind, water and ice."

Xue Chuxin used her delicate jade fingers to draw a picture of a flying phoenix in the air: "Aunt has a keen eye."

"This has the same five attributes as Chu Ran's Mingguang Feiluan martial soul, but it has an additional light attribute compared to ordinary swans."

"This martial soul is based on the dual attributes of light and ice, and contains the true meaning of the sacred attribute."

Bo Xian'er said with great interest: "Oh."

Xue Chuxin bowed slightly, the pearls on her temples reflecting her snowy cheeks. "To put it simply, it is between the Holy Light Flying Luan and the Bright Light Flying Luan, and at the same time it has a stronger ice attribute. It is another evolution of the Bright Light Flying Luan, and it is also a very rare ninth-grade swan martial spirit."

Bo Xian'er raised the corners of her phoenix eyes slightly, "Ninth-grade martial spirit? I think it's not far behind the king martial spirit, Shengguang Feiluan."

Xue Shiqiong bent her slender waist slightly, lowered her collar and knelt down, "You are too kind, it's almost the same, but it's a lot different."

Bo Xian'er's phoenix eyes suddenly sparkled with brilliance, and the nine-phoenix-beaded hairpin in her hair trembled as if she heard a golden sword: "Even if that's the case, it's still a ninth-grade peak martial spirit. Why are you living in seclusion in Chang'an College?"

"The King of Ming has always had a sharp eye. How could he allow such an unpolished jade to be covered in dust?"

Although this martial soul is not as good as the Holy Light Flying Luan, it is also extremely rare, no less rare than the Blood Swan and Emerald Swan.

With Ming Wang's eyes, it is unlikely that he could not see it. He must cultivate it well instead of letting it go like this.

When Xue Chuxin and Xue Shiqiong heard this, they both shuddered in their hearts.

Xue Shiqiong's jade fingers unconsciously twisted her cuffs, still with a smile on her face: "The ancestor has never seen me."

The King of Ming had never seen her? This was interesting.

Xue Chuxin bit her teeth lightly, "Aunt, when this child's martial spirit awakened, it was the time when King Ming was in seclusion."

These words are so meaningful and full of hidden meanings.

Even if he was in seclusion on that day, there were so many years later and he had plenty of time. Why didn't he report it?
I guess after her martial soul awakened, Xue Chuxin had concealed herself. This was clearly a deliberate attempt to avoid certain people and Ming Wang. Moreover, after becoming an adult, she reduced her presence even more and did not show up in public.

Bo Xian'er suddenly turned to Xue Chuxin and smiled sweetly. She tapped the tea table with her jade fingers three times and said, "Shi Qiong's innate soul power..."

Xue Shiqiong did not hesitate this time. After saying so much, this was not a big deal.

Her eyelashes trembled slightly, and she quickly replied: "9.4."

There seemed to be stars flickering in Bo Xian'er's eyes, and she said softly, "Sure enough."

The one with super appearance, ninth-grade peak martial spirit and the strongest talent among the middle generation of the Chen family is actually Xue Shiqiong in front of him.

However, since it is a swan-type martial spirit after all, it still has to be named Xue.

Xue Shiqiong lowered her eyes and recited in a low voice, her slender fingers stroking the edge of the celadon cup: "Although Shiqiong has some talent, she is just a quiet person by nature. She likes the pleasure of listening to the spring among the bamboos and does not want to get involved in external affairs."

"Thanks to my mother for taking pity on my willfulness, she allowed me to enjoy the bamboo shadows and tea smoke, so I have been able to escape to leisure for these years, but I have polluted your ears."

When Bo Xian'er heard this, her fingertips trembled slightly. Such a rough and pure beauty was willing to bury her head in mediocrity.

Calm, composed, with an excellent character, and has not cried or made a fuss for decades.

Her identity cannot be exposed. Once it is exposed, no matter how she covers it up, it will not be able to withstand investigation, so she will just disappear among the masses.

Shi Qiong? Not only does she have a good character, but she also has excellent cultivation!
The two words "Shiqiong" perfectly describe the person.

Thinking of this, Bo Xian'er suddenly felt a slight bitterness in her throat, and she felt a little distressed and pity for her granddaughter.

So, she opened her red lips slightly, raised her eyes slightly, and said in a long and gentle voice: "What do you mean, old man——"

Her jade-like fingertips brushed across the pearls on her temples, and she glanced at people sideways amid the tinkling sound, "Since you are Chu Xin's child, you should call me grandma."

"I think I am worthy of this position, right?"

Suddenly, she clapped her hands and smiled, "What a coincidence, everyone is in the courtyard today."

She walked slowly to Xue Shiqiong, leaned over and whispered with the scent of Shenshuixiang, "Why don't we take advantage of this auspicious day to recognize each other and have an adopted granddaughter, how about that?"

Xue Shiqiong's pupils shrank slightly when she heard that. She paused for a moment, then lowered her head and continued to pour tea. "You're joking. I don't want to be in the spotlight. But thanks to your kindness, I dare to marry you."

Bo Xian'er secretly praised in her heart: "What a clever person!"

He not only pushed the surface but also accepted the friendship behind it.

I'm afraid the reason why she accepted the title of granddaughter was not for herself.

Bo Xian'er glanced at Xue Chuxin, who had tears in her eyes, and understood.

In fact, at this moment, Xue Shiqiong felt relieved. Since Bo Xian'er could say this, she had no ill will towards them and their mother.

Bo Xian'er looked closely at the woman in front of her. The golden sunlight slanted across her drooping eyelashes, casting a butterfly-wing-like shadow on her fair cheek.

After decades of hiding his identity, he has honed this stunning appearance like a wind chime on the eaves, with a sense of Zen in its coldness.

Well, there is no Buddha in this world, but people cannot resist the desire to transcend worldly affairs and the desire to zen.

She liked Xue Shiqiong more and more.

Not only does he have extraordinary talent, but what is even more rare is his character. He knows just the right amount of propriety in dealing with people and things. This is the process of cultivating the mind.

She is even more looking forward to Xue Shiqiong's future prospects.

It should be easier for her to comprehend the artistic conception than for ordinary people.

(End of this chapter)