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

Chapter 1436 I Was Born in an Era of Geniuses (Part 2)

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Alone, burdened with resentment and desolation, I felt like a rootless drifting duckweed.

Wandering aimlessly through the rugged mountain roads and desolate villages of the Kingdom of Silves, they finally stopped temporarily in the province of Fasno.

In order to survive and to earn the resources needed for cultivation, I had to pick up the jobs I used to despise: I worked as a mercenary, struggling to survive in missions full of bloodshed and scheming; I also ventured deep into the edge of the Star Dou Great Forest to hunt soul beasts, each time like dancing on the edge of a knife; and in the noisy Soul Arena, I proved my combat power time and time again with my fists and hammers, just to win that blood-stained reward.

However, no matter how much bloodshed and turmoil I have experienced, when I hold the cold iron hammer, stand in front of the red-hot furnace, and feel the vibration and resonance from the anvil, my wandering heart can finally find a rare moment of peace.

Thanks to my status as a "master blacksmith," I finally obtained the position of "Master Craftsman" in a large soul tool workshop in the bustling but turbulent Tianling City.

The generous salary and stable forging job provided a temporary livelihood, freeing them from a precarious existence.

However, the path of cultivation for Soul Masters becomes as steep as a cliff after the path of Soul Kings.

Without the abundant resources of the family, without the assistance of rare herbs, even hunting high-quality soul rings becomes extremely difficult.

I felt like a beast trapped in a swamp, every struggle was incredibly difficult, and the growth of my soul power was so slow it was despairing.

As the years pass by, I can grit my teeth and endure the pressures of life, but the anxiety and despair brought about by the stagnation of my cultivation are like a bone-deep affliction that torments my nerves.

Just then, a "friend" I had met during my time as a mercenary mysteriously approached me.

"Join the peripheral assassin organization of the Unruly Tower?" This suggestion instantly made my heart tighten.

I know what this means.

Licking blood from a knife's edge—to put it nicely, it's about getting paid to do something; to put it bluntly, it's a one-way road to hell.

My "friend" noticed my struggle and said, "In the world of Soul Masters, who doesn't have some dirty work to do? Anyway, the person you're going to kill has nothing to do with you."

He pointed to a heavy money bag on the table, the clinking of gold soul coins inside sounding particularly crisp in the quiet night.

Ultimately, the intense desire for power overwhelmed the last line of defense in his heart.

I put on the assassin's mask and accepted the blood-stained gold soul coin.

The rewards from the Unrighteous Pavilion were indeed astonishingly generous.

With this money, the pills, medicinal baths, and even hiring guards to help hunt for spirit rings needed for cultivation became possible.

With a huge financial investment, my cultivation, which was as stagnant as an old ox pulling a broken cart, finally began to slowly crawl upwards again.

In more than a decade of swordplay and bloodshed, I climbed step by step from level 54 to the peak of level 68 Soul Emperor, and it seems that I am only one step away from the Soul Saint realm that I have been dreaming of.

The price I paid was that my hands were stained with the blood of strangers, and my soul was shrouded in an indelible shadow.

In the dead of night, I have been awakened by countless bloody dreams, alternating between the contemptuous gaze of the boy on the ring and the resentful look in my grandfather's dying eyes.

But the temporary numbness brought by money led me to choose to live a muddled life, and "being content" was nothing more than a self-deceiving comfort.

The guillotine of fate never fell... until that day.

A mission scroll bearing an astronomical reward was handed to me.

The phrase "high-difficulty team collaboration mission" itself carries a chilling, bloody undertone.

Hesitation, an unprecedented and immense fear gripped me.

The higher the reward, the more demanding the goal.

However, at the same time, the astronomical resources required for a Soul Emperor to break through the enormous bottleneck of a Soul Saint are also clearly laid out before them.

That one step was the crucial one that allowed me to escape the mire of half my life and gain the ability to truly protect myself!
Let's give it a shot!
This thought overwhelmed all my fear. I steeled myself and accepted the mission.

The assembly point was dark and damp, filled with the smell of death.

In the cold stone chamber, my heart almost froze when I saw the lineup of members for this mission!

Two Soul Douluos exuding pressure, three Soul Saints with sharp, knife-like eyes... and the lowest level was me and another Soul Emperor with equally tense expressions (later I learned that they were "Shadow Butterflies" who specialized in mental power, concealment, and spying).

In the unfamiliar and heavily guarded city of Chang'an, we were like rats hiding in a gutter, lying in wait for more than ten days.

The longer time passed, the more the uneasy premonition entwined my cold bones like vines, and my intuition told me that this time I was probably doomed.

The order to take action was finally given. Just before departure, the cold operation briefing truly revealed the target—Chen Xiaojun, a direct descendant of the Chen family, and his team!

Instantly, a chill ran from the soles of my feet straight to the top of my head!

"Are they insane?!"

The thought exploded wildly in my mind, and I felt as if I had fallen into an ice cave.

The heir of the Chen family, a top-tier power on the mainland, was attacked?!
This is simply courting death!

I wanted to turn around and escape this doomed vortex, but behind me, the sharp, knife-like gazes of the three Soul Saints and the cold glances from the two Soul Douluos silently sealed off all my escape routes.

At that moment, I clearly felt the coldness of death gripping my throat.

I know that any unusual activity will be immediately eliminated as a destabilizing factor.

With no way out, they had no choice but to grit their teeth and head towards the abyss.

The operation unfolded along their loop.

A chilling killing intent permeated the air.

However, reality was a hundred times more terrifying than I imagined!
The people who rushed out to block my way were actually a few teenagers who looked very young and whose highest level was no more than Soul Venerable or Great Soul Master!
These are all top geniuses.

The first boy held a nine-toothed rake, his eyes as cold as ice.

Then came a girl wielding a golden trident, even more powerful than I had imagined. Later I learned that she was the Holy Maiden of Poseidon Island.

I admit, I held back.

The combat techniques passed down through generations of the Xuanhuang Tang family are enough to allow me to unleash combat power far exceeding that of others of the same level in a short period of time.

With my full strength as a level 68 Soul Emperor and those few ultimate techniques, it's not impossible for me to take one or two young lives.

But I cannot! And I absolutely dare not!
A voice roared from the depths of his heart: Kill the Chen family?

Regardless of whether they succeed or not, the Xuanhuang Tang family may face annihilation in the future!
The chilling fear instantly extinguished that trace of ruthlessness.

Retreat! Engage in close combat!
My offensive suddenly ceased, leaving behind numerous follow-up moves as I swung the giant hammer. The offensive was merely a facade, more like stirring up air currents and obstructing my vision.

Are you really going to kill someone? Leave that dirty work to the loyalists of the Unrighteous Pavilion.

They are the real protagonists!
Then, the situation changed drastically.

I witnessed firsthand what true genius is—no! It even surpassed the definition of genius…

An unimaginable... monster!

(End of this chapter)