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

Chapter 1434 Xuanhuang Hammer Tang Yuchen
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The boys followed Chen Xiaojun downstairs.

Chen Xiaojun waved his hand slightly, and everyone dispersed silently.

He turned his gaze to Tie Fu'er and lightly beckoned with his finger: "Come with me."

Tie Fu Er paused slightly, then pointed to the tip of his nose: "Me?"

"Otherwise what?" Chen Xiaojun asked in a flat tone.

Tie Fu Er followed closely for a few steps and couldn't help but ask, "Where are you going, young master?"

Chen Xiaojun continued walking: "I heard you've found a new master; it's time to meet him today."

His tone was normal, but Tie Fu'er's heart skipped a beat, and he forced a dry smile.

Instead of heading towards the main entrance, Chen Xiaojun turned to the left and walked towards the deep doorway where the "Ruhua" puppet had just been released.

His steps were leisurely and unhurried, as if he were simply strolling in a garden.

Tie Fu'er dared not walk alongside him, but followed behind him stammeringly, hesitating several times before finally swallowing his words.

The vast training ground was empty and silent. On the 400-meter-long and 200-meter-wide bluestone ground, there were still scorch marks and cold metal fragments from the fierce battle.

Walking along the nearly 300-meter-long corridor felt exceptionally long under Tie Fu'er's feet, and the atmosphere of trepidation was almost palpable.

As they passed through the cold archway, a burly figure with his back to them came into view.

The man was extremely robust, even more so than the already tall and sturdy Tie Fu'er. His blacksmith's clothes, stained with oil, were taut by his bulging muscles. He was bending over, carefully examining the large pile of twisted and charred puppet remains on the ground, clearly reviewing the horrific test results from just now.

Tie Fu Er's throat bobbed, and he was about to call out, but Chen Xiao Jun silently raised his hand to stop him.

However, that burly figure was, after all, a powerful expert at the peak of the level 69 Soul Emperor realm. His senses were extremely sharp, and he paused, immediately noticing someone behind him.

He straightened up and slowly turned around.

The sunlight outlined his resolute face and weathered features.

Upon seeing who it was, his eyes narrowed instantly. Ignoring the dust and grease covering his body, he hurriedly straightened his sleeves, took a few steps forward, and bowed deeply to Chen Xiaojun, his voice low and powerful: "Young Master!"

Chen Xiaojun did not respond, his gaze calmly fixed on him, as if it were a tangible presence.

The atmosphere suddenly froze, leaving only the faint sound of the wind in the distance.

Under this silent scrutiny, the middle-aged man maintained his honed composure, his breathing even, showing no sign of panic.

One second, ten seconds, thirty seconds... Time stood still in this corner filled with the pain of steel.

Two full minutes passed before Chen Xiaojun suddenly smiled, a cryptic smile curving his lips: "Now that we've settled down in the village, addressing you as 'Young Master' seems rather distant, doesn't it?"

Tie Fu Er anxiously tugged at his sleeve and urged in a low voice, "Master, hurry... hurry and call him young master!"

The middle-aged man slowly straightened up, met Chen Xiaojun's gaze calmly, clasped his hands in a fist and said in a deep voice, "Thank you for your forgiveness, young master!"

"Back then, Tang Yucheng was blinded by greed and willingly became a lackey of the Ruthless Tower, attempting to assassinate the young master. Looking back, it is a lifelong shame, and I have no face to face the young master and the Chen family's kindness!"

Chen Xiaojun's smile deepened, tinged with amusement: "Such flowery words of apology don't seem like the style of your Tang family as rumored."

Tang Yuchen's face immediately showed a hint of embarrassment, and he was speechless for a moment.

This person was none other than the Soul Emperor from the former assassin group, the one who wielded the "Mountain-Shattering Giant Hammer." Chen Xiaojun's expression slightly changed, his gaze calmly falling on Tang Yuchen's face, and his tone became straightforward: "Since everyone is here, let's lay out those past grievances openly."

"You were wrong about what happened back then, and you have already been punished and held accountable for three years."

“You were not a trusted confidant of the Unrighteous Tower, but you were just doing things for money. My serious injury... was indeed not directly caused by you.”

"Moreover, your later choice to stay and serve the Chen family can be considered a way of making amends."

He abruptly changed the subject, his gaze sharp as a knife, "As for now, it concerns the very foundation, and we cannot ignore it."

"Your background needs no further explanation—the eighth-grade martial soul 'Mountain-Breaking Giant Hammer,' a gifted individual."

"If you officially become a citizen and settle down here, what will your family, the Tang family of the Broken Mountain Giant Hammer, think? Blood ties are ultimately an inescapable thorn."

Upon hearing this, Tang Yuchen felt a surge of relief and said decisively, "Young Master is overthinking it!"

“Back then, I was 27 years old, full of youthful vigor. I witnessed the clan being constantly ostracized and marginalized by the Haotian Sect, and my grandfather died in depression after being injured by the Haotian Sect. So, in a fit of anger, I broke out of the house and severed ties with the clan!”

"This body and soul have no further connection with the family, young master, you need not worry about it!"

"No further connection?" A sharp glint flashed in Chen Xiaojun's eyes, and he leaned forward slightly. "The mighty Mountain-Breaking Hammer bloodline, do you think your clan will let you escape to such a distant place? Aren't you afraid that this top-tier martial soul inheritance will be lost to the outside world?"

“Young Master,” Tang Yuchen said solemnly, “Let me explain—our branch is often called the ‘Mountain-Breaking Giant Hammer’ by outsiders, but according to ancient clan tradition, we are actually named after the ‘Mysterious Yellow Hammer’…”

"The Xuanhuang Hammer?" Chen Xiaojun's brows furrowed slightly, and he subtly tapped his fingertip inside his sleeve, interrupting him by asking, "Isn't it the Mountain-Breaking Giant Hammer?"

“Exactly!” Tang Yuchen affirmed, his tone carrying the pride inherent in his bloodline. “The Mountain-Breaking Giant Hammer is just an outsider’s superficial name.”

"The core essence of my Xuanhuang lineage is rooted in 'Xuanhuang as Earth,' which is the 'earth vein' based on the principle of 'great virtue sustaining all things and the nurturing power of Kun Yuan'!"

"The paths of the Haotian Hammer, which are lofty and command lightning and control the heavens, are completely different and distinct, making them incompatible."

“I see,” Chen Xiaojun nodded knowingly, gesturing for him to continue, “Go on.”

Tang Yuchen took a deep breath: "Since the day I left home, for more than ten years, the family has never paid any attention to me. With the family's eyes and ears, how could they not find me?"

His eyes became deep and complex. "At first, I thought it was just an exile and abandonment, but as the years went by, doubts began to arise."

"Looking back now... what happened back then was probably not just a momentary impulse on my part. The silence and inaction of the family's higher-ups might have been... intentional!"

Chen Xiaojun's eyes narrowed suddenly, his sharp, needle-like gaze seemingly piercing through the deeper meaning in the words of the towering man before him: "You mean—whether it's for survival, to avoid the Haotian Sect's relentless pressure, or to preserve the flame of revolution amidst a clash of ideologies..."

"Your clan elders tacitly allowed you to leave, and even intentionally facilitated it, probably because they had the intention of 'sharing the lamp' to preserve your lineage and leave a path for bloodline inheritance for tomorrow?"

Tang Yucheng met Chen Xiaojun's penetrating gaze, his voice low yet unusually firm: "Young Master, you are wise. Yucheng... has no choice but to make this decision."

Chen Xiaojun nodded slightly, his eyes deep and unfathomable: "Have you explained this matter clearly to your clan?"

"I dare not conceal it. I told the old clan chief Chen in person before, and later, when Lord Chenxun succeeded as clan chief, Yuchen also reported it to him in detail." Tang Yuchen answered frankly and straightforwardly.

“Very good,” Chen Xiaojun nodded approvingly, then said seriously, “You act with integrity, very good.”

"Whether it's the Haotian Hammer or the Xuanhuang Hammer, they are both from the Poyue Hammer lineage, and they belong to the Seven Heavenly Martial Weapons, just like the Seven Kill Sword of my Chen family. They have a deep connection since ancient times."

"As long as you wholeheartedly serve the Chen family and keep to your duties, the Chen family will protect you and no one will be able to disturb your peace."

Upon hearing this, Tang Yucheng felt a huge weight lifted from his heart. He bowed deeply, his voice tinged with barely perceptible excitement: "Yucheng...thank you, young master!"

(End of this chapter)