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

Chapter 1614 The Three Goddesses

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The audience seats were like a boiling furnace, with cheers and applause creating a sound wave that shook the dome.

A slightly overweight, middle-aged man dressed plainly, wrapped in a worn brown fur coat, squeezed into a corner of the back row of the west section.

He was chewing on a greasy meat pie in his left hand, meat scraps stuck to his stubble, his face shiny with oil, clearly a gourmand who indulged in the pleasures of food.

Every now and then, he would excitedly wave his greasy right hand in response to the shouts around him, his cloudy eyes filled with fanatical worship for the strong players on the field—just like any other enthusiastic but mediocre spectator around him.

As he waved his right hand, a flawless, thumb-sized "Myriad Phenomena Glimpse into the Dust Crystal" was discreetly affixed to the inside of his greasy right sleeve, which seemed to be covered in meat juices and grime.

This crystal requires special soul power to activate, enabling the gaze to penetrate multiple distances and human walls, focusing on a single point. More importantly, it isolates all detection soul power echoes, acting like an invisible one-way mirror.

At this moment, the faint light flowing deep within the crystal reflected in his left eye, allowing his vision to focus precisely on Chen Xinyi, who was walking towards the VIP passage a hundred paces away.

Excessive transparency of skin tone: The skin tone on the side of the neck is not naturally transparent. The thin gauze cannot hide the slightly raised bluish-green veins under the skin. It is not due to fatigue or blood loss, but more like the cracks in jade after being washed by the power of ice.

A slight tremor in the knuckles: The jade-like fingers of the left hand that were supporting Su Ningxia's arm trembled extremely slightly upon contact, barely perceptible unless analyzed with ten times the resolution of a crystal.

Overflowing Soul Energy: It exhibits an abnormally sluggish pulsation. With each breath, the invisible edges of the glow on the body surface dissipate like smoke and dust, and the core radiance shows intermittent condensation and fluctuations with each step.

A sculpted demeanor: Beneath the leisurely pace and upright posture of a pine tree lies a deep-seated weakness.

The greasy middle-aged man grinned, waving an oily pancake at Chen Xinyi's heroic figure on the stage, and shouted even louder, more enthusiastic cheers: "Good! Good—!! Immortal, well done!!"

Spit and bits of meat flew together.

His mind traced back to the details of the match: earlier in the arena, the Meteor Vine bound Baxia's joints with perfect precision, his control over the arena was close to that of a Soul Saint; at the end of the match, the Seven Wounds Seal fell, its purifying power annihilating the particles in space.

At this moment, her breathing was slightly rapid, revealing signs of depleted soul power, yet she still resembled a cold blade in its sheath.

The mental imprint silently drew a conclusion: This woman had concealed her sharpness for years, but now she had revealed all her fangs, instantly turning control into a fatal blow, completely different from before.

He tapped his knuckles on his knee to reveal the secret text: [Dust Heart Garment - SSS-level Calamity Species].

Note: Investigations should avoid the psychological level, lest their psychological resistance backfire on those who rashly investigate.

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In the shadowy gaps of the west grandstand, near the Chang'an exclusive grandstand, a man with a mental barrier as calm as a still well, his aura pressing down to the Soul Master level, disguised as a drunken, down-on-his-luck nobleman, peered at the Chang'an team with his invisible spiderweb-like gaze, anchoring on Chen Mu, whose face was grim.

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Chen Shurui suppressed a snicker in his throat.

With the support of Su Ningxia's Tiger Claw Glow, he and Chen Bin managed to exhaust the power of Mo Xiaotian's Silver Awakening Vajra Giant Palm, making their victory truly hard-won.

However, one section of the venue presented a completely different scene.

Chen Mu leaned on the ground with the Seven Kill Sword.

He stubbornly rejected all offers of assistance, determined to complete his duel with Shanwei, a duel to determine seniority—even with the old wound that had torn his arm.

The results speak for themselves.

Shan Wei lowered his eyes, the Demon-Suppressing Sword hanging motionless at his side. This genius, who used his sword to subdue all directions, finally only nodded very slowly to the blood-stained boy leaning on his sword, whose gaze remained stubborn.

There was no boasting of victory or defeat in that nod; instead, there seemed to be a weight weighing on it.

He sheathed his sword, returned to his nest, and turned to leave, his figure exuding a profound sense of understanding.

My heart finds peace.

Content? Perhaps.

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The private rooms in the seventies were mainly for female VIPs, while room number 76 was the second most important room after room number 77.

The crystal curtains in the private room hung low, and the furnishings were elegant. On the table, a censer with a mythical beast design emitted a cool, refreshing fragrance of lotus blossoms. The three women, some sitting and some leaning, all appeared to be in their early twenties—these were the goddesses Xuan Qingya and Han Yiyu from the previous generation, fifteen generations ago, and Yang Jingxue.

Xuan Qingya brushed her fingertips across a cold jade chess piece, her gaze piercing through the crystal wall and landing on Xiao Yi, who was leaving the stage: "No wonder Fifth Sister came in person."

"Your Yang Wenxiu is alright, she's not worth your time. But this girl from the Chen family... she's stunningly beautiful."

Yang Jingxue leaned lazily against the brocade cushions, her long black hair cascading over her shoulders. Upon hearing this, she raised an eyebrow and said, "Nonsense."

"If I don't come to oversee things, my tender little saplings might get scratched up by the claws of some old tree demons."

Han Yiyu stood alone by the window, dressed in a white silk robe, her aura as clear and pure as a snow-capped peak and a lonely moon.

Upon hearing this, she only let out a very faint, cold snort from her nose: "Granddaughter? Granddaughter?"

The words, sharp as ice beads, pierced the cold fragrance: "Fifth Sister, what does her skill have to do with you? Don't try to make unfounded accusations!"

Yang Jingxue curled her red lips into a smile, but her words were sharp as needles: "Ah, this is my good fortune. A pie fell from the sky and landed in my arms without any effort."

Her eyes flickered, deliberately glancing at Han Yiyu's icy profile. "Unlike you, Third Sister, you and that unromantic, taciturn Bo Dongchen haven't even produced a decent son."

Xuan Qingya shook her head. Yang Jingxue knew where to stab, which would cause Han Yiyu heartache.

Han Yiyu's face remained as still as ice that had stood for millennia, but the temperature inside the private room suddenly seemed to freeze.

Xuan Qingya sighed silently, her fingertips gently placing a chess piece down, and smoothed things over by saying, "Speaking of children, the next match for Icebound Academy will be against Xiaoyi and the others."

"Third Sister's newly acquired Ice and Snow Maiden, Zhan Ruoxi, is ranked eighteenth on the Prodigy List. She has a pure and clear heart. I see... she doesn't seem as cold and lifeless as some others. Has she finally come to her senses?"

"Hmm." Han Yiyu finally spoke, her icy voice uttering three words, "It's anchored."

Xuan Qingya's fingers, which were holding the chess pieces, trembled almost imperceptibly. When she looked up, her smile remained: "Oh? You've settled down? Is it with that fox fairy, Hu Qianning?"

"Their rankings are similar, so they are indeed good candidates. In that case, I'm afraid Third Sister and Sixth Sister will have a lot to talk about."

"It wasn't her." Han Yiyu's name was cut off.

Xuan Qingya breathed a slight sigh of relief: "That's good. Your two families have old grudges and entanglements. If..."

Yang Jingxue lazily replied, "Exactly. All this old, stale nonsense..."

She didn't finish her sentence.

Han Yiyu's calm and even voice broke in, like an icicle piercing warm jade: "The anchor point that Xiaoxi set is right in front of us."

Her icy gaze pierced through the crystal wall, fixing on the silent, pure white figure standing outside the arena—"Chen Xinyi".

"Clap."

Xuan Qingya loosened her grip slightly, and the white jade chess piece fell back into the chess basket with a crisp sound.

Yang Jingxue's languid smile suddenly froze.

She slowly sat up straight, her black hair moving without wind, her whole body radiating a sharp, jewel-like light, but her voice was icy cold: "Han, Yi, Yu."

She spat out the name through gritted teeth, "You old iceberg woman who can't be frozen for a thousand years, what kind of rotten nonsense are you spouting and dragging my little Yi into this?!"

Han Yiyu's lips twitched very slightly, almost not a smile, as her silk sleeves brushed against the window frame: "Tch, Hu Qianning is certainly good. But with the exquisite Chenxinyi before us, why not choose the better one to anchor our lives?"

"Even better?!" The brilliance of the gemstone on Yang Jingxue's fingertip flickered suddenly, almost uncontrollably. "It's troublesome to put such an inescapable ice block on Xiaoyi. I wonder how you're going to explain this to Big Sister (Xia Qingyun) later!"

Han Yiyu finally turned her head, her icy face meeting Yang Jingxue's sharp gaze: "With the anchor set and the soul-pulling mechanism established, what can that unreasonable old rogue Xia Qingyun do to us? Besides—"

She casually dismissed the issue, saying, "This anchor was chosen by Zhan Ruoxi herself, not something I forced upon her. What... could I do?"

She conveyed that sense of "helplessness" with remarkable composure.

Yang Jingxue stared at her impeccable, icy face, then suddenly gave a cold laugh, the chill in her laughter no less than that of Han Yiyu: "Would things have turned out this way without your involvement?"

(End of this chapter)