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

Chapter 1602 The Game Has Shifted - Provocation
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The air in the VIP section seemed to freeze for a moment.

A drop of clear liquid silently slipped from the jade cup between Chu Tianshu's fingers, soaking his clothes without him noticing.

He stared at the towering, dark purple vines on the arena, his Adam's apple bobbing slightly: "Twin... sealing technique... so that's how it is... quite the young mistress of the Chen family..."

His gaze held a piercing light that seemed to see through everything. "Such a prodigy is indeed worthy of a 'freak' like Chen Xiaojun..."

He nudged the man with the same name next to him with his elbow, "Old Zhou?!"

The man called "Old Zhou"—Zhou Tianshu—sat upright like a stone carving.

His sallow face had muscles that looked as if they had been cast in molten iron, without the slightest twitch.

Only his eyes held a depth that seemed to be a frozen pool, frozen for a thousand years, being shattered by an invisible giant pestle.

First came the astonishment that spread like a spiderweb of cracks—twin martial souls? A sealing technique?

The mystery that followed was that no clue could be found in the thousands of files.
A subtle shadow of miscalculation, belonging to the top intelligence commander, quietly rose.

In the end, all the ripples settled, turning into two unfathomable gazes clinging to the shadow of the vines—an investigation, only a cold investigation.

Chu Tianshu withdrew his gaze, took a sip of the cooled tea, and suppressed the slight ripples in his heart.

The Qingyu Hechu family, one of the ten great families of Chang'an, openly operates by building a vast network of information through its numerous taverns and teahouses, primarily targeting the five southern prefectures and extending outwards to surrounding areas.

Secretly, they naturally have some dealings with Tianzhilou, the world's number one neutral intelligence organization.

Therefore, Chu Tianshu and Zhou Tianshu are quite familiar with each other!

As mentioned before, each of the ten great families has its own power behind it, and Tianzhi Tower is weaving an invisible net that covers the entire continent.

The Chu family is one of the indispensable pawns of Tianzhilou in the vortex of Chang'an, transmitting secret messages, verifying authenticity, and exchanging value.

This is the foundation upon which the Chu family established their city, and also the source of the clamor that allows Chu Tianshu to sit here—Gao Yingsai, this beacon tower that gathers the dragons and tigers of the new generation. Every spark that collides with it is intelligence information that must be recorded in secret scrolls for intelligence agencies.

Of course, in the past few days, he went to the Chen residence under the pretext of visiting his granddaughter Chu Youwei, stepping over that scorched earth that was filled with a faint smell of blood and the bitterness of herbs.

His fingertips traced the marks left by knives and axes on the pillars, his gaze sweeping over the bloodstains and debris still not washed away from the corner of the wall.

Casual conversation is a soothing balm, yet it also precisely scrapes through the gaps of lingering fear, exploring the edges of the truth that was deliberately obscured that night.

Tianzhi Lou Su had a good relationship with the Chen family and knew quite a bit about Xiao Yi.

Even when she reached the top of the list of geniuses, Tianzhilou quietly suppressed and covered her with dust, just to protect this pearl from the hustle and bustle of the world for the time being.

This is also the source of the frustration in Zhou Tianshu's eyes—despite her deliberate concealment, even Tianzhilou himself was unable to fully see through her true nature!

However, on the arena today, the moment the Silent Vine Whisper rose to the sky... Zhou Tianshu knew that certain carefully concealed and anticipated boundaries had been ruthlessly torn apart by those hands that were so white they were almost transparent.

The commotion, the oppressive aura, the simultaneous use of two martial souls that defied common sense... had exceeded any of the "expectations" in the case files on his desk.

Xiao Yi, the girl who has always stood in Chen Xiaojun's shadow, revealed a sharpness today that was even more chilling and piercing than the intelligence had predicted.

The deep, unwavering gaze that finally settled in Zhou Tianshu's eyes was like Tianzhilou's silent reassessment of this unexpected variable—the game had subtly shifted. ...

VIP Room No. 88.

The heavy velvet curtains shut out the noise from the outside world.

The faint sunlight filtered through the hanging gauze curtains, filtering out a few wisps of drifting dust.

Zhi Xing, the teaching committee member of Tian Dou Academy, said with his usual sullen tone: "Old Gui, Old Fang, your family's most treasured 'Baxia'... has been broken."

Dean Gui Minghao of Tianling didn't even lift his eyelids. He simply brought the rim of the cup to his lips, sipped the tea, and uttered two words: "If it's broken, it's broken."

Bai Canhong stroked his sparse beard, his round face revealing no obvious emotion: "The method of breaking the law is novel, it has broadened my horizons... We have another way to deal with Baxia."

Gui Minghao remained silent.

Vice Dean Fang Tingbo, standing beside him, snorted coldly, his gaze sweeping over Bai Canhong like a knife: "Fatty Bai, why bother? Let's skip the obvious pleasantries."

He slammed his knuckles heavily on the smooth ebony armrest. "Who is that? The Chen family! The banished immortal Chen Xinyi!"

"When soldiers compete against each other, victory and defeat are common occurrences. So what if the rice in our own pot gets overcooked? Why try to sow discord!"

He turned to Zhixing, his eyes sharp, "Do you really think that with this, you can cause trouble among our families?"

Gui Minghao put down his teacup with a soft tap, and said leisurely, "This sealing technique..."

He paused, his gaze piercing through the French windows and returning to the remnants of the arena. "The body is as heavy as lead, the divine seal is as sharp as a broken thread... How could it be born solely for Baxia?"

"Whether it's a powerful spirit fusion skill, a combination skill activated by several people working together, or a single spirit master's all-out effort... once bound by these double shackles, who can guarantee an easy escape?"

A faint, almost imperceptible line appeared at the corner of his mouth. "Why should I be in a hurry? There are probably many people I should be wary of."

Zhong Feng of Xuanhuang Academy, who had been resting with his eyes closed, suddenly opened them. A glint of light flashed in his cloudy eyes as he looked directly at Bai Canhong, his voice hoarse: "For example... Commissioner Bai?"

"With your thick, tough skin and heavy defense, if that girl were to lock down your bones and soul like this... would you still have any room to maneuver?"

Bai Canhong's face darkened: "Zhong the Madman! You!"

Zhong Feng stood his ground: "Where did I say something wrong? Or do you think... your body, thicker than a tortoise shell, can withstand these double shackles that penetrate to your very bones and soul?"

Although his tone was calm, the sharpness within it chilled the air.

A brief silence fell over the VIP room.

All those present were worldly-wise old foxes. Zhi Xing and Bai Canhong's thoughts were nothing more than that after witnessing the earth-shattering sealing technique, they were inevitably shocked and subconsciously wanted to provoke the Gui and Fang families to test their reactions.

It's absolutely disgusting.

Gui Minghao and Fang Tingbo's composure and rhetorical questions silently extinguished the slight ripples.

Bai Canhong remained silent for a moment, his fingertips unconsciously tracing the cold lines on the armrest of the seat.

He pondered to himself: If that girl were to use this method to lock him down at close range... the binding force would be like sinking into a quagmire, and the icy chill of the God-Sealing would freeze his thoughts... Even with his abilities, it would be extremely troublesome.

Fortunately... (a thought flashed through his mind) this sealing technique requires concentration and preparation before activation, so as long as the opportunity is seized to interrupt it, it will not be a fatal blow.

(End of this chapter)