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

Chapter 1435 I Was Born in an Era of Geniuses (Part 1)

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I was born in an era when geniuses emerged and stars shone brightly in the Douluo Continent.

Xuanhuang Tang family, the source of my bloodline, a name that flows with ancient traditions.

At the age of six, accompanied by the dazzling light of the Soul Testing Ball, the ancient form of the "Mysterious Yellow Hammer," as solid as the earth and as dark as the yellow, solidified in my palm, accompanied by the dazzling light of the eighth-level innate soul power.

At that moment, I became one of the promising seeds of the future in the eyes of my family.

The elders' gazes were filled with heavy expectations, and the family's resources flowed like streams, continuously nourishing me, this seedling breaking through the soil.

I did not disappoint this high expectation. When I graduated from the academy at the age of twenty-five, my soul power level had risen to level 54 Soul King, making me one of the best among my peers.

However, the twists of fate always leave a deep scar unexpectedly.

At the age of 21, she represented Gengxin College in the "High-Level English Competition," a grand event that brought together young talents.

On the arena, I encountered an unforgettable rival—Tang Potian of the Haotian Sect.

In that battle, I gave it my all, but the domineering power of the Haotian Hammer shattered the defense of my Xuanhuang Hammer and knocked me heavily to the cold ground. I could clearly feel the excruciating pain of my bones cracking all over my body.

Of course, he was also seriously injured, bleeding profusely. How much better off could he be than me?

He excels at attacking, I excel at defending.

What truly stung was the look he gave when he put down his hammer and stood still, his eyes lowered—like an eagle looking down at ants, indifferent and disdainful.

That blatant contempt, like a red-hot branding iron, is deeply imprinted on my soul, becoming a lifelong humiliation I can never shake off.

Looking back now, he was just showing off, but unfortunately I didn't understand it back then...

Carrying this wound and humiliation, I returned to my home in Lancashire.

Upon graduating and returning home, one should be full of vigor and high spirits, but the atmosphere in the family is as oppressive as a long, gloomy autumn.

The way of the blacksmith, between the anvil and the furnace, is the foundation upon which the Xuanhuang Tang family survives in this turbulent world, and the craftsman's soul flowing in their blood.

In this land ravaged by spirit beasts and plagued by frequent wars, a sharp weapon and a set of sturdy armor often signify the boundary between life and death.

I gradually discovered that as I swung the hammer, the profound sense of weight that belonged to the primordial earth deep within my soul seemed to be awakened.

The relentless forging on the forging table, the resonance between soul power and the hammer, and the mysterious transformations of the iron billet under the hammer—these things captivated me even more than cultivating a soul ring.

At the age of twenty-seven, in the huge examination hall of the Blacksmith Association, filled with the smell of rust and charcoal fire, I completed the certification examination for "Master Blacksmith" under the watchful eyes of many.

When I put on that badge that represents recognition of my skills, a heavy sense of pride welled up inside me. It was the dignity I earned through my own efforts, not just through my martial spirit.

But beneath this badge of honor lies the gloom and desolation of the family's gradual decline.

Why is it that a prestigious family with an eighth-grade martial spirit lineage is struggling to make progress?

The root of the problem was the behemoth that occupied the central region of the empire, an insurmountable mountain—the Haotian Sect!

Despite being more than a thousand kilometers apart, their suppression of the Xuanhuang lineage is ubiquitous.

They share the same surname but have different origins; they share the same origin but have gone their separate ways for thousands of years.

The thunderous way of "Heaven" that they wield is diametrically opposed to the profound virtue of "Earth" that we uphold.

With the Haotian Sect's power expanding wildly over the past century, their tentacles have long since reached the very foundation upon which our Xuanhuang Tang family depends for survival—Lankai County at the foot of the Tianling Mountains. Those in the same trade are enemies, let alone those of the same origin but different paths, entangled in a thousand-year-old feud.

The influence of the Haotian Sect in Lankai County spread like vines, fiercely clashing with the Xuanhuang Tang family, who were rooted there, over every mineral deal and every arms order.

The family's most vital business is its long-term arms supply contract with the "Tianling Legion," one of the three major legions stationed in the central district.

This contract was the biggest asset our Xuanhuang lineage had when we chose to settle in Lancashire after being squeezed out of the central power circle.

During the ten years I spent studying at Gengxin Academy, a time filled with sunshine yet far removed from the storms of my family, the Tang family's infighting against the Xuanhuang lineage reached its peak.

In this turbulent time, devastating news arrived—our only titled Douluo, my great-grandfather, who was the pillar supporting the entire family like a giant rock, passed away suddenly due to a relapse of old injuries sustained from resisting a large beast tide in his early years!
The towering tree that sheltered the family has fallen.

Haotian Sect showed no mercy and immediately revealed its sharp fangs.

With their formidable strength, including two titled Douluo, and a massive workforce, they ruthlessly squeezed our living space and plundered our customer resources.

The Celestial Spirit Legion has used various means to poach nearly half of its order share.

What's even more infuriating is that at this time, they brazenly came to our door under the pretext of "we share the same ancestry and ancestors, and cooperation will benefit both of us," demanding that our entire clan submit to them!
What is this "Gongxing Tangjia"?
"Gongxing my ass! We've been divided for hundreds of years, each ruling its own way, and we're practically strangers now."

Watching the family members argue, feel helpless, and even have shifty eyes during the meeting, my grandfather, that strong-willed old man, could no longer contain his anger.

He slammed his fist on the table and stood up, pointing at the envoy sent by the Haotian Sect and denouncing him as despicable.

The heated words clashed with furious spiritual energy.

Ultimately, a confrontation that should never have happened erupted.

Unfortunately, how could the Xuanhuang lineage, having just lost its pillar, withstand the fierce and powerful army of the Haotian Sect?

Grandpa fought with all his might, but ultimately suffered serious injuries and was defeated.

Before his physical injuries had healed, coupled with the humiliation and resentment he had endured, the old man ultimately died on his sickbed, his resentful gaze deeply etched in my heart.

As an orphan who lost both parents at a young age and was raised by my grandfather, I lost the warmest light in my life.

One after another, the pillars of the family collapsed, and the family was like a candle flickering in the wind. The business gradually declined and could not make ends meet.

The elders of the clan also racked their brains to try to find new ways: either to seek military equipment orders from other counties, or to switch to making high-end civilian soul tools.

However, the Xuanhuang Tang family has been obsessed with the art of forging for generations and has never been good at cultivating social skills.

More importantly, the Haotian Sect was like an invisible giant net, obstructing and sabotaging everything, causing all attempts to ultimately come to naught, leaving only a mess and endless frustration.

As if things weren't going to go wrong, the pressure of survival coiled around the hearts of every member of the tribe like a cold, venomous snake.

Under the combined pressure and threats of the Haotian Sect, along with the lure of livelihood, more and more members of the collateral branches wavered, and voices of compromise began to spread at the family meetings.

I absolutely cannot!

Do you expect me to bow down to the Haotian Sect, which once cast a disdainful glance my way?
Do you expect me to bow down and submit to the enemy who took away my grandfather's dignity and life?
The stubbornness and humiliation deep within his bloodline belonging to the Xuanhuang Hammer surged and boiled like magma from the earth!
At the family meeting, the heated arguments were as sharp and jarring as the clash of hammers.

Disappointment and anger gnawed at my heart like venomous snakes.

Finally, at a meeting concerning whether to accept the Haotian Sect's harsh "cooperation" conditions, seeing some clansmen's evasive agreement, my anger, which I had suppressed for many years, finally erupted.

The heated argument turned into a roar, and when the last thread of family ties was about to break, amidst a sea of ​​astonished and angry stares, I screamed words of severing ties at my uncles and aunts, then slammed the door and stormed out, leaving behind the old house that had once held all my warmth and hope, but now only coldness and betrayal.

(End of this chapter)