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

Chapter 1581 Hidden Organization
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At dawn today, ten thousand words.

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In the darkness before dawn, a silent ripple played out beneath the entire underground of Tiandou City, like a pot of boiling poison.

The charred column of smoke that pierced the sky from the Dust Mansion became the fuse that ignited all the shadows.

Deep within Suzaku Avenue, in the basement of the "White Dove Tavern".

The greasy ledger was slammed shut by a withered hand.

"Withdraw! Withdraw everything! Abandon the warehouses in the North Third District! Burn the ledgers! Burn everything!"

The hunched intelligence chief hissed like a broken bellows, his cloudy old eyes fixed on the map on the wall. "These lunatics have turned Tian Dou into a battlefield!"

"The 'night patrol dogs' (city patrol officers) will be scraping every brick like a comb tomorrow. If they don't leave soon, we'll all have to take their place."

Across the street, the secret chamber on the top floor of the "Bronze Sparrow Terrace" is filled with a sweet, cloying fragrance under the crystal chandelier.

“Crimson… What a Crimson Cult!” The pale-faced, beardless fat man crushed a pigeon bloodstone ring in his hand, the crimson powder mixing with the sweat dripping from his palm.

"All the undercover work I've built up over half my life has been exposed by these troublemakers!"

"The 'Embroidered-Robed Envoys' (Royal Inner Guards) will definitely purge all related informants tomorrow... Prepare for their demise! Now! Immediately!"

He roared and kicked over the incense burner, "Tell 'Qingfuzi' that I can't stomach his 'scented' crystals! Let him rot in the gutter!"

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Deep within the filthy sewers lies the hideout of the "Iron Rat Gang."

A few grease lamps illuminated the filthy graffiti on the walls and the rusty weapons hanging there.

"Damn it! Even if you're escaping, you have to pass through my territory."

"My 'warehouse' was completely destroyed by the earthquake, it's a total burial for the Chen family!"

The burly man with a face full of scars kicked a rotten wooden table, cracking it open. "Where's Pang Yanfeng's madman?"

"Damn it, you promised me wealth! You've gotten so rich that you've shattered my ancestral tablets and plastered them on the wall!"

The thugs echoed the foul language as they frantically stuffed the last few leather bags containing crystal coins into the bloated corpse, splashing up foul-smelling sewage.

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Deeper still, in an underground stone chamber illuminated only by the faint light of soul crystals.

Several men dressed like noble butlers surrounded a metal disc, on which a dark purple liquid flowed, displaying the trajectory of light spots from bursts of soul power throughout Tiandou City.

"Fool!" The leader's voice was as cold as a scalpel cutting through bone. "Ming Xiangyun thinks he can fish by stirring up the water? He didn't just attract cormorants, he attracted a whole tsunami!"

"All 'Shadows' are to be removed from their posts, activate the dormancy protocol, and 'go deep'! Minimum one year! Crimson? Hmph..."

The intelligence outpost spontaneously combusted, the black market passage was sealed off by the Dragon Slayer Stone, and fragments of hastily destroyed secret letters floated in the sewage pipes.

……

Deep inside the murky, foggy "Wan Jin Gui" gambling den, a bronze abacus covered in green patina was smashed to dust.

"Pay up! Pay up everything!"

The bookmaker, wearing a golden demon mask, roared and tore at countless betting slips with his withered claws, yelling, "Those rabid dogs of the Crimson Cult!"

"Gao Yingsai could have made a fortune, but now he even had half of Ming Xiangyun's scalp chopped off and was fleeing for his life."

"Swear a blood oath! All Ghost Market guards who encounter Scarlet Dog—kill him on the spot! A bounty is offered for his head!"

"Ten times the risk!"

The Ghost Market alliance is not something that Ghost Douluo at headquarters can decide alone.

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In the most hidden, darkest place, before an altar adorned with distorted symbols.

The flickering green candlelight illuminated a face contorted with fear and anger.

"They're not on the same path...they're insane!"

The low, hoarse chanting turned into a hysterical scream, and the offering—a twisted beast's heart—was slammed to the ground. "They've ripped open the sky and awakened all the sleeping giants!"

“We will be uprooted by those Blackbirds under the guise of ‘cleansing evil’.”

"Sever all connections, destroy all identification, now!"

"Before dawn... we must become 'non-existent'!"

A few grains of scalding sand rolled down from the obsidian altar.

The statue of the "Desert Python" carved from stone eyes trembled slightly.

The priest, clad in a linen robe trimmed with gold, knelt barefoot and chanted hoarsely: "The desert is boundless, all struggles return to nothingness... No matter how fierce the crimson fire, it will eventually be extinguished..."

Before he could finish speaking—

"Bullshit!" The palace doors burst open with a roar!

A burly old man shrouded in sandstorm burst in; he was none other than Huwur, the holy messenger of the desert mother goddess, known as "Yellow Sand Whirlwind."

The live sand viper coiled around his neck flicked its tongue: "Youguangzhou, that venomous snake!"

"Priest! Issue a decree to all counties in the northwest—immediately cut off all supplies to Crimson through 'Bitter Water Station,' and not a single drop of water shall leave the pass!"

"As for the Dark Light Armor..."

Hu Wuer grinned maliciously as he tore the sand talisman apart. “If he dares to escape into the vast desert, I will personally refine him into a chamber pot for a sand lizard!”

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Inside the enormous cavity filled with flesh and blood, a viscous fluid gushed forth.

An "Egg of a Hundred Desires," inlaid with countless groaning faces, floats in the central pool of blood.

A burly, bearded man with a bare torso is soaking in mucus, with countless worms crawling all over his body and sucking on him. He is none other than Azmonk, the "Sucking Carbuncle and Devouring Scabs" of the Hundred Desires Sect.

A reflection of Ming Xiangyun fleeing appeared on the surface of the blood pool.

"Ha! That old bat Ming Xiangyun!" Azmonk sneered, shaking off several worms. "You fucking brought that old hag from Poseidon Island, ruining my 'Blood Feast'!"

"And Li Lingfeng, where's the promised sacrifice? The Hundred Desires Egg is so hungry it's eating itself!"

He slammed his fist against the wave of blood, splashing the turbid liquid onto the faces of the people on the divine egg, eliciting a chorus of terrified sobs: "Send me the 'Decree of Pleasure'..."

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The madness of the Crimson Cult did not ignite the flames of plunder in the hearts of its allies.

Instead, like the last spark in the cold night, it illuminated the true rules of this murky abyss—

The greedy curse it to cut off their path to wealth (ghost market).

The madman's anger brings disaster (desert python).
The hermit resented the destruction of his nest (the Blackwood Tree Keeper).
The madman lamented the loss of the sacrificial offering (the egg of a hundred desires).

The lonely are disgusted by the chaotic and destructive music (the master of the spirit).

There were no companions in the shadows, only jackals drawn by the scent of blood and maggots ready to cut up the sinking ship.

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As the first rays of dawn pierced the murky dust above the ruins of the Dust Mansion, the entire Heavenly Dou City finally revealed its majestic and imposing outline.

The history of Tiandou City is very long, dating back to the previous dynasty.

Over thousands of years, like the waters of a moat, the slow erosion and constant accumulation have sculpted what was once a city fortress into a colossal beast that now spans over a hundred miles and encompasses more than two thousand square kilometers.

This is no ordinary city built of earth; it is as if the essence of mountains and rivers has been forcibly concentrated here:
The vast expanse of "Goddess Lake" in the west of the city resembles an inland sea, and the winding shoreline revealed in the morning mist is like the skirt left behind by an ancient goddess.

The Panlongqiu mountain range in Northeast China is majestic, with snow and ice remaining unmelted on the shady side, while the peaks are lush and green all year round.
The "Listening to the Wind Plain" in the south of the city is flat and wide like the sea, with grass reaching knee-high, and the wind blows like crashing waves.

The area is characterized by ravines like gorges, plains like carpets, and streets and alleys scattered like stars, resembling silver threads adorning brocade.

This is a living scroll of rivers and mountains, its vastness and abundance far surpassing ordinary hidden realms.

The moment the last wisp of soul explosion aftershock vanished above the Dust Mansion, a series of subtle yet immense auras silently awakened and dissipated in every corner of the city.

The Heavenly Dou royal family may not know how many titles they have, but in Heavenly Dou City, there are quite a few other titles.

The faint rumble of thunder emanating from the Thunder Martial Hall in the West City, the gentle, flowing mental energy beneath the looms of the Thousand Threads Workshop in the South City, and the mountain-like, imposing battle intent emanating from the Iron Bone Tower in the North City…

These auras, whether powerful, cold, eerie, or restrained, swirl and intertwine beneath the immense foundation accumulated over a thousand years in Tiandou City, weaving a silent yet suffocatingly heavy web of power.

The Heavenly Dou royal family holds imperial power, but the true strength that sustains the operation of this colossal city has long been accumulated and nurtured in every inch of land, every family, and every lineage bestowed upon it by a thousand years of history.

They looked up, silently scrutinizing the storm that had disrupted the chessboard, each calculating how, after the storm, they could lie low or... reach out their claws into the cracks of the old order.

The dawn finally completely covered the charred ruins of the Dust Mansion.

Deep within Tiandou City, however, a silent upheaval was just beginning.

(End of this chapter)