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

Chapter 1598 Blood-Red July, Crimson's All-Out Attack

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Chen Xiaojun's gaze was deep and fixed on Xiaoyi's slightly lowered eyelashes.

This belt... is the result of Lu Xiaoxiao's painstaking efforts in the research department.

For nearly two years, this deputy director of the research department has been almost entirely immersed in the Soul Guidance Matrix and various rare materials, and his hair has turned completely white.

These refining methods are included with "Divine Refinement".

However, the laws of heaven and earth and the energy foundation of the two worlds are as different as mountains and seas. All the mysteries within them need to be explored, adjusted and reshaped little by little.

Top-grade Star Iron, Soul-Absorbing Crystal, Flowing Flame Marrow...

Those shimmering starlight fragments, those strange crystals that could distort the halo, each one was a priceless treasure, and it took a lot of effort to create just two sets.

In recent years, Chenjia has seen explosive growth in various products, but the consumption of various materials is enormous, especially top-grade materials, which are extremely scarce.

One of the sets, slightly inferior to the original, has had some of its most precious materials removed by the research department in an attempt to find a substitute, hoping that perhaps, maybe, one day... it will be able to glimpse the door to mass production.

What he was holding in his hands at that moment was a set of materials that had been completely undone, incorporating the best materials that the Chen family could currently find, and which almost exhausted Lu Xiaoxiao's efforts over two years.

His knuckles unconsciously tightened a little.

The candlelight cast a deep shadow on his chin.

This heavy magical artifact is less a birthday gift and more a soul soaked in fear.

He was really afraid something would happen to Xiaoyi.

With this set of self-defense techniques, coupled with Xiao Yi's own strength, even mid-to-high-level Soul Douluo might not be able to defeat her.

Of course, this belt cannot be worn to Gao Yingsai; it is not a weapon!
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The belt lay in Chen Xiaojun's palm, its pearly light flowing, as deep and cold as a star in an abyss.

Xi Xi leaned against the pillar and her gaze fell on it, a rare hint of darkness flashing across her usually cold eyes.

Su Ningxia stood in the shadow of the screen, holding the tray, her breathing becoming lighter—even an ordinary Soul Douluo would probably take a second look at this gesture.

This kind of stubbornness... perhaps only a soul from Earth like Chen Xiaojun could remember birthdays and other such rituals so deeply, as if they were etched into his very bones.

Xiao Yi's lips twitched slightly, a hint of bitterness pressing down beneath her eyelids, turning into a faint red.

His fingertips hovered half an inch from his waist, hesitant to fall.

"Take it." Chen Xiaojun said in a low voice, pushing the magic belt forward an inch.

Those calm eyes reflected everything before them.

After a long pause, she finally spoke, her voice as soft as shattered ice in a cold spring: "Your birthday gift... I haven't... prepared one for you."

Chen Xiaojun shook his head almost imperceptibly: "What nonsense are you talking about? You were asleep all those years ago, I was just wasting time... Besides,"

He deliberately softened his tone, "Old Qing's bottle of Life Essence Milk is worth a fortune."

He tried to force a smile, but the corners of his mouth were pulled so hard they hurt.

Xiao Yi pursed her lips and shook her head, her stubbornness deepening: "From now on... I will definitely prepare it for you."

Chen Xiaojun smiled faintly and said, "Okay."

As soon as she finished speaking, Xiaoyi seemed to remember something, and the silver light of the Nine-Turned Exquisite Bracelet on her wrist rippled.

Her fair fingers produced a small jade bottle.

The bottle has a warm, smooth feel, subtly exuding a vibrant vitality that makes plants and trees happy.

She didn't hand it back to Chen Xiaojun, but instead handed it to Xixi by the pillar.

Xi Xi's eyes widened in surprise, her gaze shifting between the jade bottle and the small garment.

A flicker of genuine astonishment welled up in the depths of his clear, cold eyes: "For me?"

She pointed to her chest, her fingertips slightly stiff.

Xiao Yi didn't answer, but instead brought the jade bottle closer: "Xiao Jun and I... each have a bottle." Her clear eyes were calm and still, showing neither charity nor intimacy, but rather a strange seriousness—as if she were treating a rock or a clear stream.

It has to be said that Xiaoyi has a really special relationship with Xixi.

Xixi fell silent.

The candlelight danced in her silhouette, the blue ribbon draped over her shoulders, casting a hesitant warmth over her cool demeanor.

A few breaths later, the hand that habitually held the sea ribbon was raised and solemnly accepted the bottle of spiritual milk.

The moment her fingertips touched the warm, smooth jade bottle, she nodded slightly.

Without offering thanks or refusing, he simply tucked the jade bottle, brimming with the breath of life, into his sleeve, as if accepting an unspoken understanding and a kind of almost absurd recognition.

The candlelight crackled softly, and the room was warm and cozy, like spring water rippling gently, reflecting two silent figures a few feet apart, and the unspoken words flowing between them.

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Council Hall, Duke of Chang'an's Residence.

Key personnel sat on either side of the long table.

On the right are the four commanders and deputy commanders of the Embroidered Uniform Guard: Cheng Nanxing, Yang Bu'er, Ximen Rongchen, and Yang Zhijia.

From left to right: Mu Lingyun, Zhu Yanfeng, Ling Yunxiao, Chen Wu, Chen Hua, and Cheng Yun, the deputy director of the intelligence department.

Seated at the head of the table was Chen Cong, a titled Douluo.

Their faces were more somber than usual.

Cheng Nanxing spoke first, his tone low: "Around July 5th, our thirteen medicinal herb transport teams across the continent were attacked almost simultaneously."

"The locations are scattered, involving provinces and kingdoms of the two great empires, and the times vary slightly, but they all fall within those few days."

"Three teams... all of them were wiped out. The remaining ten teams fought desperately to break through, but only managed to escape with more than half of their members missing."

"Apart from the valuable medicinal materials stored in the soul tool, most of the medicinal materials transported by the caravan were lost."

Cheng Nanxing's eyes were cold and hard. "This is a long-planned operation by the Crimson Church, which has mobilized the power of their 'Seven Demon Legions' in various places."

"The goal is clear: to crack down on our chain of medicinal herb markets and paralyze our logistics system."

"This is a deadly trap aimed at our lifeline of medicinal herbs!"

The Crimson Church is, after all, a superpower, with plenty of talent and strategic vision in all areas.

The blow to the Chen family was not just the killing of a genius; the economic damage was even more vicious, lethal, and long-lasting.

He pulled out a thick stack of names, the edges of the papers crumpled from being crumpled: "These are the casualty reports that we can confirm so far."

"The list is too long, so we'll only mention the number of key personnel killed in action."

High-ranking core members (those who suffered serious injuries): Fourteen Soul Emperors died in battle, including three high-ranking ones, four mid-ranking ones, and seven low-ranking ones; forty-five Soul Kings died in battle.

Ordinary members (bloodshed): 215 guards (including Soul Masters and below) died in battle, 107 were seriously injured and unable to fight, and another 196 had injuries of varying degrees that required long-term recuperation.

The total loss of 683 people is a number that feels like a heavy hammer blow.

The casualties are several times greater than those of the attack on the Heavenly Battle Dust Mansion!

Cheng Nanxing took out a stack of lists and distributed them to everyone, "This is the current list of key personnel who have been killed in action..."

Zhu Yanfeng took it and saw the name at the top of the list—"Zhu Changhe," a level 68 Soul Emperor.

My heart sank.

This is his nephew from his clan, a level 68 Soul Emperor! In another two or three years, the Zhu family would have gained another Soul Saint...

Now...it's gone.

"Bang!" A fist, fueled by rage, slammed into the thick ebony wooden table, the wood echoing dully, and the tabletop dented slightly.

“Crimson—!” Zhu Yanfeng uttered the two words through gritted teeth, his eyes bloodshot.

He had just received a secret report from the Tian Dou Mansion—his father, Zhu Hongzhen, had also been seriously injured in the bloody battle to defend the family and was on the verge of death!
New and old grudges burned within me.

The papers turned silently.

(End of this chapter)