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

Chapter 1532 Give that Tang guy a good beating

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Ever since Xiao Yi woke up from her slumber and reunited with Chen Xiaojun, the two of them have been constantly busy.

Xiao Yi gradually regained control of the life force that had been dormant in the depths of her soul over the years, and sorted it out again.

Chen Xiaojun's days were also packed full, with all sorts of matters, big and small, within the Chen family, the Gao Ying Competition, external expansion, including those related to the Haotian Sect, taking up all his energy.

But as two people who are naturally compatible, they still have the leeway to squeeze out some rehearsals in their spare time.

The second combination skill, "Devouring Return to the Void and Leading to the Chaotic Cave," which requires countless refinements to take shape, gradually took shape through this accumulation and piecemeal practice.

The last four Sword God Pearls—Tai'a, Chixiao, Zhanlu, and Xuanyuan—though not yet formed into swords, already possessed considerable divine power. (Chapter 1178: Majesty, Emperor, Benevolence, Saint)

The Crimson Sky Pearl, the sword of the Emperor's Way, quietly exudes the aura of commanding all swords. Deep within the flowing red light of the pearl, the shadow of swallowing all the sharpness of the world faintly emerges.

As the moonlight spilled over the bamboo shadows in front of the courtyard, Chen Xiaojun knocked on Xiaoyi's small courtyard gate.

Soft laughter drifted through the warm glow of the window, where Xiaoyi and Xixi were huddled together, chatting away.

These days, the two sisters, who had suddenly reunited, are always together, whispering to each other as endlessly as silkworms spinning silk.

As soon as Chen Xiaojun turned the corner of the vine-covered corridor, Xiaoyi's gaze fell on his face.

"His bones and muscles are still in good condition, his energy channels are taut, but that old crack on the wall of the Soul Nest... it's probably been loosened a bit by the shock, isn't it?"

Her words were spoken lightly, her fingertips already touching his wrist pulse.

The gentle life force, like spring rain seeping into a parched riverbed, flows out gently.

In the previous battles, especially the powerful internal energy surges from the Six Paths Sword Wheel, the once terrifying crack in the Upper Soul Nest, though no longer burst open, began to float at its edges, no longer lifelessly sealed together.

"It's alright, the same as always." Chen Xiaojun's brows remained unchanged, and his words were steady.

Xiao Yi didn't respond, but instead injected another wisp of pure life force along the pulse, carefully clearing the stagnant energy channels around the soul nest that were entangled like a spider web—this was the root of "coming and going," the repeated loosening and barely healing of the wounds leaving dark marks deep within the soul nest.

Xixi then noticed something amiss, her watery purple eyes widening slightly: "An old wound?"

"The disease of cracked walls in the Upper Soul Nest sometimes heals and sometimes recurs," Xiao Yi explained calmly. "His problem stems from old wounds that are difficult to heal."

Xiao Yi, the warm soul power under her fingers not stopping, said, "It is through such actions, battles, and overdrafts that the power has accumulated layer upon layer, making it difficult to eliminate."

"After one tough battle after another, the wound keeps getting bigger and bigger, hanging in the balance."

Almost instinctively, the Holy Maiden of Poseidon Island blurted out, "Then why don't you go on stage? How did you get injured?"

"—!" Xiao Yi's fingertips, which were pressed against his wrist, suddenly stopped.

The warm, gentle atmosphere that filled the window instantly froze.

Even the roses hanging under the eaves seemed to hold their breath.

She slowly raised her eyes and looked at Xixi.

Those clear eyes, always brimming with the gentle warmth of spring, were now as still as a midnight pool, where something extremely sharp silently pierced through before sinking back to the bottom.

Just that one glance, and it was all silent.

The air suddenly felt as if it had been filled with lead, making one's throat feel tight.

The lamp flame burst open with a tiny spark.

The warmth on Chen Xiaojun's wrist suddenly turned scalding hot, as if burning his skin.

He couldn't even clearly perceive whether what surged at the bottom of the pool was resentment, blame, regret, or helplessness—he only knew that the invisible pressure suddenly approached, like a wall built of ice, freezing his very bones.

He almost instinctively pulled his hand away from Xiaoyi's.

With a sway, he was pushed out of the warm yellow light under the eaves by an invisible force, and with a few side steps, he disappeared into the deep shadows of the doorway.

Behind them, only the silent stillness of the window remained. The lamplight spread out on its own, illuminating two pairs of eyes that gazed at each other in silence—Xiao Yi's fingertips touched the folds of her skirt as she withdrew, and Xi Xi pursed her lips tightly. That heavy silence, like thick ink, spread silently in the darkness, lingering for a long time.

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As soon as Chen Xiaojun stepped out of the courtyard gate, before he had taken more than a few steps, a familiar, deep voice came from behind him, tinged with a hint of mockery: "Kid, running away so fast, are you being chased by a ghost?"

Chen Xiaojun paused slightly, turned around at the sound, and a genuine smile instantly spread across his face: "Second Uncle!"

He strode forward to greet him, his gaze sweeping over Chen Zhang's travel-worn yet energetic face. "You've arrived in Chang'an? It seems things are going smoothly and everything is settled in Lankai County."

Chen Zhang raised his chin, a low, smug laugh escaping his throat. He habitually patted Chen Xiaojun's shoulder lightly: "Nonsense. With your second uncle personally taking action, is there any crooked nail that can't be straightened?"

The lights under the eaves weren't very bright, but the searching look in Chen Xiaojun's eyes was still clearly reflected in Chen Zhang's eyes.

Chen Zhang didn't hesitate either. He put his arm around his nephew's shoulder and half-pushed, half-led him toward Chen Xiaojun's courtyard: "What's the point of talking outside? Let's go inside and discuss it in detail."

Upon entering the courtyard and sitting down at the stone table, Chen Xiaojun heard Chen Zhang speak. His voice was neither too loud nor too soft as he methodically recounted the events in Lankai County: "...The foundations over there have finally been established in several places. We've made contact with the Xuanhuang Tang Clan. As for the Haotian Sect, the necessary communication and arrangements have been finalized, and the future path has been largely determined."

"Now, Tang Potian will probably clash with Yu Chen in the next couple of days."

He paused briefly, took a sip of the warm tea that had somehow appeared on the table, and then continued, "I've left all the remaining finishing touches to Uncle Tao (Xiongmao'er)." Chen Xiaojun understood.

“So,” Chen Zhang put down his cup, the porcelain bottom clinking softly on the stone table, and looked at Chen Xiaojun, his smile deepening, but a hint of undisguised sternness flashed in his deep eyes, “having paved so many paths, now we can free up our hands and steadily take the next step.”

He changed the subject slightly, his tone suddenly becoming more serious, "However, before that, I heard that you're going to take on the Tianshan team under the Haotian Sect tomorrow?"

He leaned forward slightly, staring into Chen Xiaojun's eyes, and said in a low voice, "There are two promising young men surnamed Tang in that team... This time, give them a good beating! Beat them until they remember how much it hurts!"

In the shadows under the eaves, Chen Xiaojun sat steadily, the joy he had felt upon seeing his second uncle fading from his face, replaced by a calm and undisturbed stillness.

He didn't speak; the corners of his mouth simply turned up slowly, outlining a faint yet weighty curve, silent and unnoticed.

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At the Chang'an Martial Soul main arena, the deafening roar of the crowd was blocked by an invisible air pressure. The Tianshan team and the Chang'an team stood at opposite ends of the arena, their air thick with a chilling aura.

On the Tianshan side, Tang Xu stepped forward, his level 54 soul power as heavy as lead, and he took the dark Haotian Hammer in his hand, accompanied by a low groan that seemed to tear through the air.

His younger sister, Tang Xi, followed closely by him. She possessed level 52 soul power, also wielding the Clear Sky Hammer, and had sharp eyes.

Behind the two, Niu Hengzhi's earth-yellow soul power surged, and the phantom of the plate-armored giant rhinoceros was heavy; Taiwei's burly body was bulging with muscles, and scarlet soul power wrapped around his arms.

The Bai siblings on the flanks almost blended into the air currents, while the aura of the Xuan Yu Cauldron emanated steadily behind them.

Tang Xu's gaze, like the cold edge of a sword, locked onto that familiar yet deeply etched figure in the Chang'an formation.

He wanted to crush this exhausted army and, more importantly, personally destroy the core of Chang'an to wash away the shame.

"start."

Four distinct and powerful soul energies collided violently in the center of the arena, producing a heavy, ear-piercing explosion.

boom……

The collision at the core generated a violent airflow vortex.

Chen Xiaojun's figure was as steady as a mountain.

He swiftly separated his hands, and two dazzling streaks, one red and one blue, suddenly lit up like lightning ripping through space, carrying the cold, sharp whistle of metal, fiercely meeting the massive silver hammer that crashed down with a deafening roar.

Gan Jiang's crimson flames surged like molten lava, while Mo Xie's azure light seemed frozen like a deep pool.

The two swords crossed and precisely blocked the powerful and unparalleled momentum of the Haotian Hammer.

The screeching sound of metal scraping tore through the air, and sparks and fragments of red, blue, and yellow soul power splattered wildly.

The stone bricks beneath Chen Xiaojun's feet silently turned to dust, creating a spiderweb-like pit, but his two swords remained motionless, forcefully freezing the immense force in front of him.

Tang Xu's arm muscles bulged, and a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes. His all-out attack was intercepted head-on.

What made him even more uneasy was that the recoil from the sword was constantly increasing.

In recent years, Chen Xiaojun has never been at the forefront like a defensive or robust offensive Soul Master.

But today is different; Lian Shouzhong and Zhu Wuneng are not here, only he has come.

Despite his average build and lack of strength, he has been nurtured by resources for many years, and most importantly, he has two immortal herbs.

The Qirong Tongtian Chrysanthemum and the Narcissus Jade Bone not only allowed him to suppress Tang Xu's power, but also easily withstand the counterattack.

He called this physique the "Golden Jade Body".

Xiao Yi's eight-cornered ice grass and fiery apricot blossoms are called the Ice and Fire Glazed Body.

They are collectively known as the Yin-Yang Treasure Talisman Body because they consumed the Yin-Yang Twin Flowers, which enhanced the effects of Yin-Yang nourishment, mutual assistance, and symbiosis.

This is the foundation of his and Xiao Yi's combined techniques, Yin Yang Strike and Hun Dong Yin.

Their true value lies in providing the two with an ultimate framework for energy compatibility and manipulation.

This may also be one of the reasons for their Martial Soul Fusion Skill.

Although the "Contract" token allows them to form a martial soul fusion skill, the final form depends on their individual strengths and the degree of compatibility between them.

Their compatibility of over 90% is definitely related to their two major physical constitutions, as evidenced by the appearance of four phantom immortal herbs during their formation.

This unusual phenomenon directly indicates that the resonance of the dual Yin-Yang Treasure Body is one of the core cornerstones of its ultra-high degree of fusion and compatibility.

The cards are more about constructing channels, but the energy properties and compatibility of the channels are determined by their inherent nature.

In addition, let's talk about the Yin-Yang Treasure Register of the Chen family. It's not just the two of them; the records and archives detail the different constitutions.

Ru Chen saw that Jun's "Heavenly Punishment Thunder Extreme Body," formed by tempering his body with Heavenly Punishment Grass and Purple Thunder, was extremely masculine, and thunderous energy was generated with every move he made.

For example, Dugu Fu's "Ice Core Fire Marrow Body," which was tempered by inferior ice and fire medicines, did not have the ultimate balance of genuine immortal herbs, but the symbiotic relationship between ice and fire had already taken shape and was recorded as a secondary treasure body.

These special physical constitutions have all been incorporated into the Chen family's inherited research system, serving as valuable samples for analyzing the laws of energy and the physical body, and continuously expanding the Chen family's understanding of the limits of Soul Masters.

(End of this chapter)