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

Chapter 1603 Personnel Transfers, Zhu Yanfeng Arrives at Tiandou

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Chen Cong spoke faster, "Seeing that you are in the Soul Fighting City and there is no rematch, the crimson claws dare not reach out."

“Yan Wu is a boarding student at Yuehua Academy. They probably don’t want to cause a big fuss with the Moon Palace. Besides, it’s right next to Goddess Lake, and with the Ming King there keeping things under control, they don’t dare to make a move. So…”

He tapped his knuckles on the table twice, "The two outposts in Tiandou City and Xingluo City have become targets!"

"Those four legions of the Northern Crimson Church are all made up of the lunatics (fundamentalists) under the Luo family. They only managed to spare eight titled warriors to wield knives... but our Heavenly Dou side held them off."

"Although the other three legions in the south are not as fanatical as those in the north, and are even a bit perfunctory, this is still enough to give us a hard time."

"As for the mess in Xingluo City," Chen Cong's gaze shifted to Chen Hua sitting in the back, "Yinzu (Gao Yingsai returned to the city) is there to clean up the mess and maintain order, but he's probably not up to the task."

He directly named Chen Hua: "Chen Hua, once this meeting is over, you must immediately set off for Xingluo City."

"The master needs a person in charge to be there to oversee things, handle the aftermath, rescue people, and provide relief. Someone has to take charge of everything (a lot of things are not suitable for an account holder to do)."

"Ask your fifth uncle for advice!"

"On the way... we'll stop by Chenlin Village and take the two elders of the Soul Douluo clan with us."

“Over there… the bones are very hard; we need someone who can break rocks to get there.”

Chen Hua replied without hesitation, "Yes! Father, I understand!"

As soon as Chen Hua finished speaking, the wrinkles between Chen Cong's brows deepened.

He picked up the cup of tea on the corner of the table, which had long since gone cold, and slowly ran his fingertips along the cool porcelain surface.

The situation in Xingluo City weighed heavily on his chest—Chen Hua's force was still too weak and unreliable.

"Wait..." Chen Cong's voice was deep and slow.

He set down his teacup, ignoring Chen Hua, his gaze fixed on a point in the void. "Send an urgent letter to Lancashire,"

"Please be respectful in your words... I would be grateful if you would trouble Uncle Tianjun to make a trip to Xingluo City."

He unconsciously rubbed his fingertips against the smooth tabletop.

The cards whose names can be identified have almost all been flipped over.

Both he and Chen Yu were seriously injured and unable to move.

Chen Menglin, bearing the prestigious title of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School's Guardian Douluo, has a highly sensitive identity and cannot easily escape.

Chen Hong is stationed in Tian Dou City.

Several senior elders? Those are absolutely not to be shown to others.

One Zhu Hongzhen is enough. Let alone the others showing their faces, as long as a single word leaks out and the families of those followers also begin to produce "centenarians," even a fool would realize that the Chen family is extraordinary.

As for his parents, Chen Zixiu and Bo Xian'er, as well as Zhang Xiaofan, Lu Xueqi, and others... they are the true backbone of the Chen family's future!
We are at a critical juncture, a life-or-death struggle to break through barriers and reach higher realms, and there is no time to waste.

Besides, their identities are already shrouded in mystery... They can't be touched, absolutely can't be touched.

After counting them all, the only titled Douluo who can be mobilized, stand in the sunlight, and hold the reins of the Chen family name... is Shen Tianjun.

Anyway, the matter in Lankai County has come to an end, and Haotian Sect won't be sending out titles anytime soon.

As for Lu Xueying and Leng Qingqiu, they haven't shown up yet, so let's keep them hidden for now.

A feeling of suffocation and anxiety welled up in my chest.

We are still short of people!
There is a lack of exceptional figures who can command respect in any region!

Look at the Crimson Church, they just throw over a dozen titles at you like beans, completely unrestrained.

And what about the Chen family themselves?

Struggling to make ends meet, barely able to play even one strong card...

The sense of powerlessness brought about by this disparity is so heavy that it makes it hard to breathe.

He remained silent, only his fingertips tapping lightly on the edge of the table, expressing his silent restlessness.

Each fingertip strike felt like counting the unbridgeable gap in combat power.

The path of cunning isn't so easy either. Who knows when the family's titled Douluo will be able to appear before the world with dignity?

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The crowd dispersed from the council hall, the candles flickered, leaving only Chen Cong and Zhu Yanfeng sitting opposite each other.

After a moment of silence, Zhu Yanfeng, who was holding a pipe, noticed that Chen Cong's gaze was fixed on the dim candlelight and asked, "Master Cong, is there something you need from me alone?"

Chen Cong tapped his knuckles twice on the hardwood table and said softly, "In the Chang'an Incident, Uncle Hongzhen was fundamentally damaged."

He looked up and stared directly at Zhu Yanfeng. "I've already relayed a message to Ah Xun."

“Go to the Heavenly Dou Chen Mansion and take over your father’s responsibilities—take the position of Grand Steward.”

Zhu Yanfeng's Adam's apple bobbed, he took a sniff, and without hesitation said, "I'll go!"

His elderly father was already deeply troubled by this severe blow.

Being able to go to Tiandou to manage the family business is a source of peace and stability, both in terms of affairs and personal feelings.

Chen Cong looked at him, knowing in his heart that even if Old Master Zhu Hongzhen could survive this calamity, his martial spirit foundation would be destroyed, and no matter how good he became in the future, he would only be a titled warrior, and in reality... his strength would probably be greatly reduced.

The Zhu family has been rooted in the main branch of the Chen family for generations, and has made numerous contributions.

Now that Zhu Hongzhen has suffered so much for his family, the continuation of this lineage... must be entrusted with something tangible.

Zhu Yanfeng's cultivation has reached the peak of level 89 Soul Douluo. In recent years, he has encountered fierce battles one after another, and the critical moment of breaking through to the title realm is approaching.

Transferring him to the Heavenly Dou Palace to temporarily take over would firstly stabilize the situation, and secondly, once the situation has calmed down, we can arrange for him to enter the Ice and Fire Yin-Yang Eye for closed-door cultivation and breakthrough.

He believed that Old Hongtou and his own father would surely understand the true meaning behind this intention.

"Take these next few days to sort out the affairs at hand," Chen Cong instructed. "Once Bingyuan arrives in Chang'an, and you have a proper handover with him, then set off for Tian Dou."

Zhu Yanfeng nodded in agreement.

Then, he exhaled a smoke ring, his brows furrowing slightly: "Brother Bingyuan, taking over the affairs of Chang'an is naturally no problem."

"But who will fill the hole he created? Tianhao's experience and strength are not enough to cover it up."

"Should we send Deyun or Lüguang, that old smoker, back from the Yin-Yang Well of Ice and Fire? Or... bring out Old Mozi from our ancestral land?"

Chen Cong shook his head in rejection: "De Yun and Lü Guang are cultivating in seclusion at the Yin-Yang Well of Ice and Fire, which is not suitable. As for the ancestral land... we have already stretched our manpower thin enough, so it is not advisable to move them again."

The Chen family's higher-ups had some considerations regarding the use of the Nine Elders of Zhaowu.

As for the ancestral land, Xia Ruxin, Xia Cong, Luo Qinglin, and Zhu Yucheng, all high-level Soul Saints who went to the Tenghai Secret Realm for further training, have all come out, and the land is already a bit weak.

He already had a backup plan: "Let Meng Wei take over."

Zhu Yanfeng showed a slight surprise: "Awei...you've reached the Soul Douluo level?...Amazing!"

He immediately understood, "He is steady and not suited to traveling around. The position of village chief is a good fit for him."

Meng Wei—that was the old man with graying hair and beard who spoke earnestly at the family gathering back then.

In terms of age, he was younger than the Nine Elders of Zhaowu, and like Zhu Yanfeng and Cheng Nanxing, he was not the eldest son in his family, but he was the eldest in the Meng family.

His aptitude isn't particularly outstanding either; his innate aptitude is just over level seven.

Born into small clans like the Mo and Meng, whose lineages are on the verge of extinction (the entire family, including spouses, consists of only a dozen or so people), the Chen family has always adhered to the tradition of carefully protecting their members and trying to prevent them from venturing out into danger.

Meng Sheng, for example, was placed in the Embroidered Uniform Guard because of the need for training.

Who could have imagined that such a calamity would befall them?

Over the years, Meng Wei has secluded himself in Chenlin Village, focusing on his cultivation. Now, he has broken through the barriers and become a Soul Douluo.

Promoting him to the position of Grand Steward was both an affirmation and, in Chen Cong's heart, a gesture of consideration and compensation for the sacrifices made by the Meng family.

The dust has settled.

Chen Cong lowered his eyes; this arrangement, though seemingly roundabout, was quite clear.

From stabilizing the Zhu family to comforting the Meng family, from the handover of personnel to the inheritance and training of core combat forces—despite the difficult circumstances, all of these efforts ultimately came to fruition.

(End of this chapter)