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

Chapter 1255: The Beast King is Frightened, Master of Dust Jade

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Chen Zixiu's sleeves fluttered lightly, his sword robe fluttered, and he spoke in a leisurely tone: "Oh? Xiaofan, you look like this, could it be that we are old friends and we don't recognize each other?"

Zhang Xiaofan was slightly startled, then he smiled and said, "Brother Zixiu, you are joking. How could that be! It's just that you have changed so much now."

His eyes slowly swept across the silver lines of flowing clouds faintly emerging under Chen Zixiu's blue sword robe, and his heart couldn't help but be filled with waves.

The figure in my memory from more than ten years ago, who had gone through hardships and was tenacious but could not hide his decadent spirit, and the figure in front of me, who was as calm as the abyss and extremely handsome, suddenly overlapped in my mind.

Today, Chen Zixiu is in perfect spirit and full of energy, and he is completely natural and perfect, as if he has been reborn.

Not only that, Zhang Xiaofan also keenly noticed that Chen Zixiu was emitting a strange aura.

Chen Zixiu's voice was as clear as the sound of gold and jade colliding, and tiny ripples appeared in the void around him, resonating with some mysterious power between heaven and earth.

Before he finished speaking, a gray light suddenly flashed across Zhang Xiaofan's shoulder.

A gray monkey's hair stood on end, its three eyes with golden patterns suddenly opened, and the vertical pupil on its forehead emitted an inch of golden light.

Suddenly, its claws hooked tightly on Zhang Xiaofan's clothes, and it trembled as if it had encountered something extremely terrifying.

“Squeak…squeak…squeak…squeak…”

It let out a panicked cry, which actually carried the harsh sound of metal rubbing against stone.

Seeing this, Chen Zixiu couldn't help but laugh: "You monkey, you are already the King of Beasts, why are you still making such a fuss?"

Xiao Hui, the beast that accompanied destiny, also came into this world.

It was raised by Zhang Xiaofan since it was young, and accompanied him on his journey through the world of soul masters, encountering many adventures.

Finally, in the Fighting Soul City of that year, he took something similar to the inner elixir of the ferocious beast, broke through the 100,000-year threshold, and became the Beast King.

Coincidentally, the ferocious beast was also an ape, the same species as it.

Zhang Xiaofan was stunned when he heard the monkey's cry. It somewhat confirmed his guess. He then asked in surprise: "Brother Zixiu, you...are you integrating the rules and breaking through level 99?"

Lu Xueqi's cold face, as clear as jade, could not help but show ripples: "Really?"

She stared at Chen Zixiu intently, and there was dust hovering three inches around his body.

I only felt that the sense of ethereality became stronger and stronger, and the space around me seemed to collapse and twist, revealing an indescribable mystery and depth.

Chen Zixiu laughed loudly, his voice shaking the sky and startling countless birds: "Haha, it's just a coincidence that I made a breakthrough."

As he raised his palm, the mountain wind stopped abruptly, and the flowing clouds within a few hundred meters condensed into the shape of a sword. His voice was filled with the power to break metal, stone and silk.

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Inside the bamboo house.

Zhang Xiaofan cupped his hands and smiled, his brows showing a hint of joy: "Brother Zixiu has not only recovered from his serious illness, but has also returned to his original nature. This is truly cause for celebration."

"As a brother, I almost couldn't recognize the scene."

Moonlight poured down from his black robe. The corners of his lips curled up into a faint smile. His eyes were like the stars reflected in an ancient pond, deep and unfathomable.

Thinking back to more than 97 years ago, he and Chen Zixiu were both at level 96, and Lu Xueqi was at level . When they met again, the situation was like this, as if the world was completely renewed.

Lu Xueqi raised her bare hand and slowly pushed a celadon teacup in front of Chen Zixiu. Her frosty white wide sleeves brushed past, bringing with them a whiff of the faint fragrance of cold plum blossoms.

The cool and clear voice was like a mountain stream: "Brother Zixiu, please taste this cloud tea."

Yunwu Tea, a special tea of ​​Jiutian Sect, is one of the top ten magical teas along with Xiangxue Tea, Mingqian Longjing Tea and Biluochun Tea.

Chen Zixiu took the teacup and sighed slightly: "My sister and brother-in-law, you two are a good couple who know how to enjoy it."

"This valley is deep and quiet, with the elegance of listening to the sound of spring water and green bamboos. We are not like this, who are entangled in worldly affairs all day long and seldom have a moment of leisure." There seemed to be deep meaning in his tone, but everyone present knew that this was just an expected sigh.

Zhang Xiaofan smiled slightly and continued, "This valley is located below Xiaozhu Peak, not far from Dazhu Peak and the Lu family."

"My husband and I often go back to visit when we have free time, but the old friends are gone and things have changed."

Lu Xueqi's eyes were as cold as frost, but when Chen Zixiu raised his glass, she lowered her eyes slightly and said softly, "Xiao Fan, don't just focus on reminiscing about the past."

"Brother Zixiu has come all the way here on a moonlit night. I'm sure you have something important to discuss with me."

The couple had a tacit understanding and managed to get the conversation around the topic.

Chen Zixiu put down his teacup and said, "There are indeed a few things I want to discuss with you two in detail."

Zhang Xiaofan stopped smiling when he heard this and said seriously, "Brother Zixiu, please speak!"

Chen Zixiu said in a deep voice: "The first thing is that the Scarlet Church has attacked my Chen family. Ah Yu and Ah Cong were both attacked by them."

Before she finished her words, fine icy patterns appeared on the porcelain cup in Lu Xueqi's palm.

Zhang Xiaofan frowned and said in a low voice: "These rats in the gutter are really disgusting!"

Lu Xueqi asked with concern: "Are the two nephews in trouble?"

Chen Zixiu sighed and said, "Although Ah Cong is seriously injured, he just needs to rest for a year or so and not resort to violence."

"As for Ah Yu...she has now fallen into a state of stupor, and her life or death is unknown."

Chen Zixiu briefly recounted the whole story.

Zhang Xiaofan's face was filled with murderous intent, because he and Chen Yu had a deep relationship.

While he was recuperating in the Chen family, Chen Yu admired him for killing super ferocious beasts and often came to ask for advice.

Later, Chen Tianlin took charge, and Chen Yu even worshipped him as his master.

However, due to status concerns, their master-disciple relationship was not listed in the sect's jade book.

To the Jiutian Sect, Chen Yu could only be considered a nominal disciple, but Zhang Xiaofan did not have any inner disciples either.

Apart from his son, Chen Yu is considered his successor.

Chen Yu’s ability to comprehend the artistic conception and realm of killing is inseparable from his teachings.

Lu Xueqi gently stroked the azure teacup in her hand, her eyes deep: "They are so impatient to take action?"

The sky-blue glaze reflected the cold light in her eyes, just like the fierceness when she wielded the sword to slay demons.

Chen Zixiu smiled bitterly and said, "It's not too early. It has been more than sixty years since the last catastrophe. According to my calculations, the catastrophe will break out in ten to twenty years at most."

When Zhang Xiaofan and Lu Xueqi heard this, their expressions were startled.

The battle of Fighting Spirit City and the ambush of the Chen family, these things happened fifty-seven years ago.

However, the catastrophe was already in the middle stage at that time. If one really counts carefully, it has been more than sixty years since the last catastrophe broke out.

In ten or twenty years, for people of their level of cultivation, they will definitely still be alive by then, and when the catastrophe comes, they will inevitably be involved in it.

Indeed, it's time to plan early.

Lu Xueqi waved her hand lightly, and the celadon teacup made a light sound on the table. The tea was like the Milky Way turning back into ice crystals. "More than sixty years, how many jackals, tigers and leopards have been raised."

"The Scarlet Church's move this time is likely to be a sign of the looming catastrophe."

(End of this chapter)