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

Chapter 1433 The Bloodthirsty Sword Title Appears
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Chen Xiaojun lightly tapped the pile of wreckage with his fingertip: "Second Brother Fu, this Eight-Type Flower... why is it missing the defensive specialization part?"

Tie Fu'er's rough fingers traced the cold metal sample on the table, his voice carrying the pragmatism of a craftsman: "Young Master, the hardest part is this 'shield'."

"The material needs to be stiff enough, but it can't be too heavy, or it will crush your mobility."

"High-density, high-quality goods...are incredibly valuable."

He shook his head helplessly, his rugged brows furrowed, as if he were bound by heavy costs and performance constraints.

Chen Xiaojun pondered for a moment, then turned his dark, jade-like eyes to the lush forest outside the window: "Have you tried the 'Iron Fir' from the Xing family in the county?"

“I’ve tried it. The cold-rolled hemlock core board,” a hint of approval flashed in Tie Fu’er’s eyes. “It is indeed the most suitable core material at the moment, with excellent toughness and weight.”

Although it is a fine material, its price is far beyond that of ordinary soil.

Chen Zhouzhao, who was listening from the side, was bored. He crossed his arms with his long sword and unconsciously tapped the scorch marks left on the ground with his toes: "Second Brother Fatty, if you keep dawdling over the selection of materials, I'm about to lose the will to beat you up, you iron lady."

Tie Fu Er snorted and glared at him: "Save your breath, I'll find someone else for the next test! With your house-demolition skills, even the best puppets can't withstand it for long!"

That tone was exactly like a protective old bear guarding its cubs.

Chen Jieqi didn't even lift his eyelids, his cold voice cracking like thin ice: "...petty."

Chen Xiaojun chuckled and shook his head, turning his gaze to the two elders, Zhuang Mochen and Wang Wei, who were standing solemnly. His voice was sincere: "Elder Zhuang, Elder Wang, regarding this 'Ruhua,' I wonder... if the camp would be willing to open the door and let this thing in?"

Zhuang Mochen's aged face relaxed, revealing a sense of gratitude: "The Chen family has been kind to the academy for many years. This time, they have contributed both manpower and funds to build the new academy. Even I, an old man, am deeply grateful."

With the expansion of enrollment at Chang'an Academy, there was a shortage of teaching staff, and the Chen family provided a lot of manpower to take up teaching positions.

The Chen family is currently in a situation where they lack Soul Douluo and Soul Saint levels, but Soul Emperor levels are still acceptable;

However, there are many Soul Kings and Soul Masters, who, as teachers and teaching assistants, have become the main force filling the backbone teacher positions in lower-level departments.

"Now that we have such a powerful tool to protect our path, how can we refuse it?"

His gaze swept over the battlefield, now reduced to ruins, at his feet. "The mountains are dangerous. Having more resources means having more lives."

His words clearly indicated that he had agreed on behalf of the Soul Hunters who were fighting for their lives under the claws of Soul Beasts.

At that moment, a figure landed silently, like a willow catkin, stirring up a slight breeze.

Ling Yunxiao bowed respectfully, his face showing signs of travel: "You two, Xiaojun, Brother Yun, I was delayed by something and arrived a little late."

Zhuang Mochen and Wang Wei nodded slightly in greeting.

Chen Xiaojun had already stood up and smiled, indicating: "The specific details of the transaction are quite complicated. I'll trouble you, Uncle (Ling Yunxiao), to discuss them in detail with Elder Zhuang and Elder Wang."

"The trivial matters here are finished, I'll take my leave now."

With that, he led the group of young heroes behind him and left, and Xia Yun followed suit.

The handover was so natural and smooth that it was clearly pre-planned.

Why entrust such a highly profitable deal to Ling Yunxiao, the newly appointed Minister of Armed Forces?
The secret lies in the fact that the substantial profits from the "Ru Hua" business had already been agreed upon by the four departments of the Chen family: management, finance, weaponry, and research, with each party taking a share.

The Armed Forces Department doesn't just equip Soul Masters and Warriors.

As an integral part of combat readiness, it naturally falls under the overall coordination and allocation of the Armed Forces Department.

When it comes to the intricate work of negotiating business routes and determining profit sharing, who can compare to Ling Yunxiao, the former operations director of the management department who once oversaw the vast business network of the Chen family?

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On the second floor of the main building on the north side opposite, the latticed window lattices slid open silently.

Chen Xun and Zhuo Qianren walked out side by side, their steps steady as they headed towards the warm pavilion on the right.

Clearly, the fierce battle between iron and fire had not escaped the notice of these two elders.

The training ground is long and rectangular, with a square and grand layout.

It is surrounded by a double-layered corridor on all four sides, with wide doorways on all four sides.

At this moment, Chen Xiaojun was located on the second floor of the main entrance corridor on the south side, directly facing the main building standing in the center of the north end.

The upper level of the corridors on the east and west sides is a heated pavilion that overlooks the entire arena and is used for spectators.

Wang Wei, with his sharp eyes, cut through the dust and smoke above the training ground and called out, "Clan Chief Chen! Elder Zhuo!" Zhuo Qianren turned his head upon hearing the voice, waved to him from afar, but did not stop, and followed Chen Xun into the elegantly decorated warm pavilion.

The door was gently closed, shutting out the noise of the outside world. Inside the warm pavilion, the fragrance of sandalwood wafted faintly.

Xue Shiqiong and Zhu Qianqing had already gotten up and were waiting.

"Big Brother!" Xue Shiqiong's voice was gentle and warm, like pearls falling on a jade plate, carrying a hint of barely perceptible intimacy.

"Clan Chief." Zhu Qianqing bowed respectfully.

Chen Xun glanced at Xue Shiqiong and nodded, saying, "Third Sister."

He actually had a good impression of this half-sister who was also his mother's disciple, since she posed no threat to him.

In this era that advocates for the return of family members, given his generous nature, he still welcomed her arrival.

Then, he nodded politely to Zhu Qianqing: "Seventh sister-in-law."

Xia Qingyun sat in the main seat, her phoenix eyes slightly raised, her clear voice echoing in the warm pavilion: "You may all leave now."

Xue Shiqiong and Zhu Qianqing quietly gathered their robes and silently left the warm pavilion.

Only three people remained in the warm room.

Chen Xun turned to Zhuo Qianren and said solemnly, "Uncle Zhuo, this is my mother."

Zhuo Qianren's gaze fell on the stunningly beautiful woman who looked no more than twenty years old, and a hint of surprise flashed across his eyes.

He solemnly straightened his robes, bowed deeply, and said with utmost respect: "Zhuo Qianren greets Madam Chen."

"May I ask, is it... His Majesty the Golden Crow in person?"

Xia Qingyun raised her hand slightly: "Your Majesty Silver Wing, no need for formalities. I am indeed Xia Qingyun."

Her gaze was calm and still as she stared at Zhuo Qianren. "You and I... don't seem to be old acquaintances?"

Zhuo Qianren was slightly shaken, but maintained his bowing posture, his voice filled with sincere admiration: "When I was young, I had the honor of seeing Your Highness's demeanor in the audience of the Gao Ying Competition."

"At that time, the brilliance soared into the sky, dazzling the heavens and earth. Decades have passed in a flash,"

He sighed with admiration, "Your Highness's elegance is exactly the same as it was back then, truly... breathtaking."

He was seven years younger than Xia Qingyun. Back then, he was a promising newcomer at Chang'an Academy. He had looked up at that unparalleled beauty and peerless cultivation from across the crowd, and the memory was etched into his mind.

Previously, he was not in the top circle and did not know that Xia Qingyun later married Chen Yu. Because Xia Qingyun almost broke with the Xia family back then, and because of the Chen family's semi-reclusive style, the wedding was only known to a small circle.

Only now, with his title bestowed, has the veil of the top level and the heavy curtain of the Chen family been gradually lifted.

A knowing glint appeared in Xia Qingyun's eyes, and she smiled calmly: "Old friends are gone, but new acquaintances can still be met. Please sit down."

The three people took their seats as host and guest, and wisps of white steam rose from the spout of the purple clay teapot.

Xia Qingyun picked up her teacup and asked casually, "I heard Xia Yun mention before that you encountered a spy on you on your way back?"

Zhuo Qianren's expression hardened, and he sat up straight: "Indeed. That person was accompanied by a Soul Douluo, whose aura was obscure and unpredictable. He had already approached to observe, and if we hadn't discovered him in time..."

“Fortunately, Uncle Zhuo has keen senses,” Chen Xun replied in a deep voice, a hint of coldness between his brows.

Xia Qingyun's gaze swept over Zhuo Qianren: "You've made your move? Do you know your background?"

Zhuo Qianren took a deep breath and said in a resolute tone: "Although I did not use my full strength, after a few exchanges, I have already glimpsed the true form of its martial spirit - an ancient sword whose entire body is soaked in blood and whose murderous aura soars to the sky!"

"The sword intent is chilling and unpredictable, of extremely high quality... In my humble opinion, it belongs to... the old 'Crimson' curse!"

"Blood Fierce Sword!" Xia Qingyun and Chen Xun exclaimed in unison, and the temperature inside the warm pavilion plummeted as they uttered the three words.

Xia Qingyun's bright phoenix eyes instantly turned as cold as a deep pool as she looked at Chen Xun.

Chen Xun's face was ashen: "Mother, the Li family was uprooted back then, but unexpectedly, embers rose again, and even produced a Title Douluo..."

Xia Qingyun tapped the rim of the celadon cup lightly with her finger bones, producing a faint, crisp sound, and said coldly, "Hmph, the demons and monsters of the Yan family were just wiped out in Fasno and Barak, and now the filth of the Li family... has stuck to them again, and they're even eyeing the younger generation, planning to make a move."

"The Li family has been causing trouble in the Northwest for hundreds of years, with deep roots and complex relationships. When their headquarters were destroyed, there were always a few who managed to escape, and it cannot be ruled out that they left behind many spies waiting for today."

Her words were like the sharp edge of a frost-covered blade, revealing her boundless fear and determination towards these mortal enemies who were like parasites clinging to her bones.

(End of this chapter)