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

Chapter 1612 The Primordial Twin Dragons
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The crystal walls of VIP Room 33 gleamed with a cold, eerie light.

Long Jingan stood before the light and shadow, his face ashen, his jawline taut and hard as if carved by a knife, his angular face covered with a layer of iron-cast bluish-gray, only the suppressed anger deep in his eyes surging silently.

He remained silent, his throat stiff, and the aura emanating from him almost froze the already sparsely circulated air in the VIP room.

Yu Yongyuan's purple lightning-patterned eyes swept downwards: "Old An..."

He carefully chose his words, his gaze shifting between the disheveled Long Xiaoqian and the tense profile of Long Jing'an. "He even taught him the 'Dragon Origin Returns to Nothingness' move? This kid Xiaoqian... he wouldn't have mastered the entire 'Silver Scale Defense' set, would he?"

"—It wasn't me!" Long Jing'an's voice seemed to be squeezed out from between his teeth. "Silver Dragon, how can the might of the ancestral twin dragons be easily touched? This is the price for forcibly activating a bloodline that has been held back!"

His gaze was fixed on Long Xiaoqian's short, silvery-white hair, which was dull and looked as if it had been scorched by flames, and his knuckles turned slightly white.

Yu Yongyuan took a knowing breath, his brows furrowing slightly: "No wonder... No wonder he ended up in such a sorry state after using such a foundational secret technique beyond his level."

"He probably doesn't understand the importance of this technique at all, only thinking that he has learned a powerful killing move, and has no idea about the dangers and losses involved?"

"How would I know which ignorant little beast instigated him!" Long Jing'an's suppressed anger finally found an outlet, and his speech suddenly quickened. "Damn it, this is the price of having his life essence extracted. Look at his white hair!"

Yu Yongyuan sighed softly, "What else can we do? We'll find some nourishing and restorative medicines to help him recover."

"Young people... always have their moment to fight for victory."

"Repair? That'd be like skinning the entire treasure trove of the Long family!" Long Jing'an exhaled heavily, then slammed down another vicious sentence, "Damn it! We still lost!"

Yu Yongyuan patted his tense arm: "Calm down, victory and defeat are common in war. It's that girl's move that's the problem."

His gaze returned to the cool, aloof figure in the arena, and he exclaimed with genuine amazement, "Truly astonishing."

"Although the young man from the Chen family once used this technique to fight against the Angel Purification of the Qian family, seeing this girl use it today, the artistic conception of the Ice-Tempered Star Core and the Sword Qi Seal is even more perfect and complete, worthy of Mo Tiancheng's saying 'The Number One Palm in the World'."

Long Jing'an's stiff shoulders twitched slightly, his sharp gaze piercing through the crystal wall and landing on the arena space where the purifying aura lingered. The seven-colored annihilation imprint carried a lingering resonance that shook the very space.

He spoke slowly and thoughtfully, "...Is that so?"

A hint of suppressed shock mingled with his doubts, “...Indeed extraordinary.”

"Simplifying complexity, condensing sword energy into the rotation of the palm print, it also contains a purification intent of law that transcends ordinary soul power and goes straight to the root of all things."

"Overbearing...unreasonable."

“Hehe,” Yu Yongyuan chuckled, with a hint of enlightenment in his voice, “Old An, you still haven’t figured out the origin of this palm technique.”

He pointed his fingertips in the air, drawing several mysterious trajectories. "It is said that this palm should have 'three seals'."

“At the banquet when the Chen family left the mountain years ago, I only saw the first two styles. This girl’s is the second seal, which uses stars as its bones and starlight as its edge.”

"When Chen Xiaojun activated that ghost head, its foundation... was to activate Yue Han's extreme cold freezing. Only with this as its core could the killing intent of the Seven Swords be locked in place!"

"Using the essence of the moon as a guide, and taking the freezing barrier as the foundation, all things in the world will be frozen solid!"

"If it weren't for these two points, how could someone like Mo Tiancheng, with his arrogant and haughty attitude, be so sincerely convinced and willing to praise him as 'unparalleled in the world and the leader of the seal'?"

Long Jing'an's eyes flickered almost imperceptibly. Beneath his iron-blue mask, the pent-up anger seemed to be momentarily diluted by a deeper, purer pursuit of martial arts, and he appeared thoughtful. "Moved?" Yu Yongyuan looked knowingly at the subtle change in his old friend's eyes. "Back then, you went into seclusion to comprehend the secrets and missed that grand occasion. Looking back now, it's truly a pity."

"But it doesn't matter..."

He leisurely picked up the crystal glass, took a small sip of the warm wine, and said, "In any case, your Long family and the Chen family have been allies for generations. If you are really itching for a fight... what's wrong with you personally going to sound them out?"

"I'm not crazy!" Long Jing'an let out a short, muffled groan, withdrew his gaze, and put his hands behind his back again, as if the momentary impulse had never existed. "Inquiring about other families' profound secret techniques? Do you really think I'm some obsessed village woman!"

However, the straight lines of his back seemed to have loosened slightly compared to before.

His gaze swept across the field again, passing over Long Xiao's withered and defeated figure, and finally landed on the veiled girl.

In the swirling depths of her eyes, besides the lingering frustration and heartache, a more complex meaning had quietly begun to spread.

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Yu Yongyuan turned to Long Jing'an, whose face was still pale: "The children's competition is over, shouldn't you be able to focus on their studies now?"

He paused. "That matter we discussed yesterday... what have you thought about?"

Long Jing'an hummed two short, indistinct nasal sounds from his nose without even lifting his eyelids. His thick purple beard framed his lips into a stiff line, clearly indicating his unwillingness to continue.

Yu Yongyuan didn't take it to heart, his expression solemn as he spread out his palms: "Our two families trace our origins back to the Dragon Soul."

"The Yu family lineage is excelling in the 'dragon body form,' possessing unparalleled dominance; while your Long family's 'dragon soul intent' is engraved in their bloodline, making them unmatched in the world."

"Next, let's look at the innate qualities of the martial soul—"

He traced an invisible boundary with his fingertips, "The mutations born from the Blue Lightning Tyrannosaurus Rex lineage often summon wind, thunder, and blazing sun, dazzling and incomparably fierce."

"On the other hand, your awakened race possesses a variety of strange and indescribable powers, such as the Netherworld, the Ice Abyss, and Annihilation. These powers tend to be more sinister and murderous, which is a natural complement to each other and a divinely ordained bond."

He paused slightly, as if unintentionally touching a taut string: "Naturally, in terms of similar attributes, you are more compatible with the Yan family, who inherit the 'Soul of the Underworld'..."

Before he finished speaking——

"Bang!" Long Jing'an slammed his fan-like palm onto the hard ebony armrest in front of him, causing the wood grain to crack slightly.

Those eyes, shrouded in gloom, suddenly snapped open: "Why bring up those self-degrading traitors who have converted to the evil Rakshasa gods! It's an insult to my ears!"

Yu Yongyuan showed no displeasure whatsoever. He calmly stopped talking, his demeanor as swift as brushing away a speck of dust: "I misspoke. I spoke without thinking. I deserve a slap on the face."

He decisively cut off that probing and immediately returned to the main topic, "Old An, you and I both know that the current Dragon Clan's martial soul inheritance is led by the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon and the Dragon Pattern, which are the two pillars of the source, inheriting from the two ancestral dragons."

"However, both of our direct descendants have suffered from 'bloodline mutation'."

He emphasized the last four words: "If the descendants of the Yu family do not undergo a benign mutation to achieve the body of Crimson Flame Thunderfire, they will either be useless or easily degenerate into a mad and insane monstrous dragon."

"Although your Long family awakens in different directions, are you really not worried at all about the instability and even signs of mutation deep within your bloodline?"

His gaze was sharp as a knife, cutting into the possible crack hidden beneath Long Jing'an's ashen face. "The union of the two lineages is not merely for the sake of strength, but also a strategy to weather the crisis together and share warmth!"

(End of this chapter)