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

Chapter 1597 Ma Xianhong's Magical Artifact
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Five more today.

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As dusk settled, only a few slivers of dim light remained in the small courtyard deep within the mansion.

The dappled silhouettes of the window frames divide the interior into a silent interplay of light and shadow.

Chen Xiaojun leaned against the soft pillows, half of his face hidden in the shadow of the bed curtains. His jaw was taut, and even the corners of his lips were pursed into a deep line. He spoke in a deep voice: "You take care of the family, fight for the team, and care for your fellow disciples... You're not wrong at all."

"But isn't this body your own body?"

His gaze was like an ice pick, chiseling at the figure sitting on the edge of the bed, his back ramrod straight.

Xiao Yi lowered her eyes and listened quietly.

Her purple hair was tied up meticulously, and her plain clothes were spotless.

His face was calm and serene, like a piece of cold jade polished for a thousand years, impervious to even the slightest ripple.

He neither refuted nor nodded, maintaining an indifferent attitude that seemed impervious to reason.

The anger in Chen Xiaojun's heart was like a pile of cotton when faced with this "not indulging him" attitude.

His teeth started to ache for no reason. This girl, when she got stubborn, was practically the unyielding rock in his life.

He spoke patiently, his voice softening but becoming even deeper: "Did you hear what I said?"

Xiao Yi finally lifted her eyelids, her long eyelashes fluttering like butterfly wings, and her pale lips parted slightly as she uttered a single syllable: "Mmm."

The ending sound was short and clean, with no further utterance.

That "hmm" was light and airy.

To Chen Xiaojun, it sounded like a splash of cold water on the stove—a hissing sound, a lot of smoke billowed out, but the fire was still barely alive.

Looking at that calm and expressionless face, his mind was clearly filled with four words: Humbly accept, and dare to do it again tomorrow.

Just as she was feeling frustrated, Xiaoyi got up on her own.

She walked to the table and picked up a rough earthenware medicine bowl that was still steaming.

The dark, inky medicinal liquid in the bowl remained still as an abyss, its intense, bitter aroma spreading silently.

She walked back to the bedside and steadily handed the bowl to Chen Xiaojun.

The rim of the bowl was slightly warm, reflecting her equally calm and indifferent eyes.

Chen Xiaojun stared at the bowl of medicine, then looked up at her deep, pool-like eyes, and for a moment felt a little suffocated.

All the words I wanted to say stuck in my throat, like a ball of scalding hot cotton.

After hesitating for a long time, he finally resigned himself to his fate and reached out to take the bowl, his knuckles turning slightly white from the force.

He tilted his head back, his Adam's apple bobbed a few times, and then drank it all in one gulp.

Bitterness instantly overwhelmed my taste buds, rushing straight to the top of my head, even causing my brows to furrow.

Su Ningxia, who had been standing quietly serving, silently took in this scene.

A faint smile silently curved her lips upwards, and she quickly covered her mouth with the back of her hand.

Normally, Xiao Yi would obey the young master's every word, but once she made up her mind about something and started to act stubbornly... the young master could only be completely subdued.

Not far behind her, beside a pillar, stood a figure as serene and elegant as moonlight—Xixi was leaning against a red-lacquered pillar.

Her slender fingers unconsciously traced the sea-blue ribbon tied around her chest, but her gaze pierced through the gap in the screen, gently landing on Chen Xiaojun's slightly furrowed brow. Then, her cool gaze silently shifted to Xiaoyi's serene profile.

I couldn't help but chuckle.

Four years have passed, and Xixi's personality has changed a lot. She is no longer as lively as before, but more elegant and has the demeanor of a saint.

……

Chen Xiaojun placed the empty medicine bowl on the table, a bitter taste still lingering in his throat.

He lowered his eyes, a silver glint flashing between his fingers, and a belt adorned with twelve differently colored beads landed in his palm.

The beads vary greatly in size and color, ranging from a deep, dark black like iron to a fiery red like molten gold, and from tiny, white beads as fine as lotus seeds.

He silently pushed the belt toward his undergarments.

A faint ripple of surprise flickered in Xiao Yi's eyes, like still water: "?"

Chen Xiaojun's fingertips brushed against the buckle of his belt, his voice slightly hoarse from the pain: "A few days ago... was your birthday."

He paused, his eyelashes drooping to conceal a hint of silence, "It's just that I encountered that... accident."

"It's too late... I'll make up for it today." Not only was he unconscious on the bed, but her day, which should have blossomed on the seventh day of the seventh lunar month, was also shrouded in a deep coma (the Crimson Attack was on July 5th).

With a slight sip of soul power, a wisp of shimmering light flowed into the belt.

A jade-white bead the size of a fingernail flew out and hovered in mid-air, stretching and extending in an instant as golden light flowed around it—hum!

A delicate bell, entirely made of pure gold and adorned with intricate runes, rotates into shape.

Chen Xiaojun lightly flicked his fingertips.

jingle--!
The clear, melodious ringing of the bell, like invisible ripples on water, instantly swept across the entire room.

Su Ningxia, who was standing to the side, swayed almost imperceptibly, and Xixi, the saintess of Seagod Island, tightened her grip on the pillar.

Only Xiao Yi remained perfectly still, her hair perfectly straight, her eyes still calm.

“This is called the ‘Soul-Shaking Bell’,” Chen Xiaojun said, his soul power flowing from his fingertips, “It can bewitch people’s souls and break through their defenses even at the Soul Saint level.”

The bell disappeared, and another large, dark brown bead, about the size of an infant's fist, emerged from the belt.

As the soul light was injected, the bead expanded and twisted—a low, suppressed roar, as if from the wilderness, exploded silently.

A ferocious, crouching bronze lion head with ancient, mottled patterns appeared in mid-air.

Its huge mouth was wide open, and its fangs were like halberds!
boom!
An invisible shockwave slammed into the rosewood chair in the corner, and the solid wood shattered into countless fragments as if struck by a giant hammer.

"This is the 'Empty Cry and Roar,' a lion soul in human form, whose sound can shatter metal and stone. If one pours all one's strength into it, even a Soul Saint cannot easily withstand its power."

Dust settled down, and the lion's head slowly closed its mouth, turning back into a brown bead, which floated quietly.

The third bead that flew out was only the size of a pigeon egg, with a grayish-white surface covered with fine cracks.

The moment the soul power touched it, the bead unfolded like a lotus.

Its inner core is as black as ink, yet it is filled with wisps of dark red patterns that seem to be alive.

The lotus flower hovered in mid-air, and a strange suction force quietly spread. The candlelight on the table flickered silently, and its halo was slightly distorted and elongated by it.

"'The Devouring Beast'," Chen Xiaojun's gaze swept over the slowly rotating black and red lotus platform, "can devour soul power and the essence of soul skills. Getting close is like sinking into a quagmire; its power of absorption..."

He looked at Xiaoyi, "After being refined by your Evergreen Vine, it can nourish itself. It can stop eating when it is full, and the power of the Soul Saint can be collected and refined, with a maximum level of Soul Douluo.

The lotus flower disappeared.

He touched the edge of his belt with his fingertip to three almost identical bright gold beads, the surface of which shimmered with a warm, watery glow.

These three are called the "Three Jewels".

The bead floated quietly, without flying away from the belt, "life and nature are one, containing the mechanism of cyclical recurrence."

"With just a tiny amount of soul power, it can spontaneously protect the body."

"When external forces strike, Zhongzhu is the first to bear the brunt, automatically activating its barrier to protect its master."

"If it is hit hard, the central bead will crack and the luster of the two wing beads will be reduced, and the damage to the central bead will be automatically repaired."

He paused, "One bead can block the power of a Soul Saint, and three beads together can temporarily withstand the full power of a Soul Douluo at the initial stage."

"However, the opportunity for repair... will take time."

The last six small, pigeon-blood-red beads flew off the belt one after another, instantly growing to the size of a fist.

The six beads spun in mid-air, their energy subtly intertwined.

"This is the 'Six Harmonies Pearl'."

Chen Xiaojun's soul power slightly dispersed, and the six beads flew swiftly in pairs.

A fiery red barrier of heat, like an invisible chain of lightning, suddenly stretched between the two points.

Immediately, his hand gestures changed slightly, and the six beads suddenly spread out, arranged like stars, instantly forming a dark red barrier about ten feet in diameter with flowing light—a stagnant and tough, imprisoning force as strong as a copper wall and iron barrier filled it.

The cryptic text flowing on the wall is faintly visible.

The barrier lasted for a moment before dissipating, leaving the six beads suspended in mid-air, their red light swirling.

“The ‘Six Harmonies’ transformation,” Chen Xiaojun said in a low voice, “The two beads bound together to restrain the Soul Emperor’s muscles and bones, and the six beads formed an array, making it difficult for even a Soul Saint to break free in an instant.”

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This is a trace left by a crafting method that does not belong to this world.

Those familiar with "Under One Person" know that these are all magical artifacts of Ma Xianhong.

(End of this chapter)