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

Chapter 1656 Those are... eyes looking down upon all living beings
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Flags fluttered and drums resounded in the stands of the Chang'an team.
"I knew it! With the immortal by my side, I feel at ease."

"Oh my god...whose daughter is this...ah, so proud! So proud!" someone murmured absentmindedly, their voice drowned out by the frenzy.

"Haha! I've struck gold! I bet everything on the 'yes' vote—!" The man roared hoarsely, his voice cracking, and he slapped his thigh excitedly.

"Hey...it was worth it," the scholar next to him wiped his sweat. "We came all rushed, stayed all cramped, but ended up going home in style..."

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Inside VIP Box No. 100.

Xue Shiming stood in front of the huge floor-to-ceiling window, the "openwork carved swan pendant" at his waist emitting a cool, refreshing fragrance.

On the arena below, the pale blue figure turned and walked toward the passage, his purple hair falling silently amidst the clamor.

Beneath her feet lay the scattered remains of the Infinity Squad.

"We've witnessed her strength all along."

"Chen Xiaojun, my childhood sweetheart, is the ballast stone of Chang'an!"

"Tomorrow, we will face the most dangerous situation since the start of the competition. After everyone goes back tonight, take another look at the intelligence and analysis reports."

Xue Shiming's voice was calm, revealing no emotion.

"Crack!" A piercing sound of shattering rang out from the side.

Under Tang Chen's broad palm, several cracks were forcefully kneaded into the hard jade window frame.

His brows furrowed as if concealing thunder, his burning fighting spirit blazing: "Secret Technique soars to level 71 Soul Saint!"

"Those eyes—the Moonlight Divine Light instantly annihilated Gu Lin, and the Illusionary Moonlight Orb sealed the fate of the world!"

"The intelligence is wildly wrong! She's more like a ferocious beast lurking in the shadows than that Chen Xiaojun!"

"She didn't even show up at the banquet four years ago when she left the mountain. The Chen family is truly unfathomable..."

Although Ning Zhongtian's handsome face remained calm and elegant, his fingertips unconsciously rubbed the glass ornament on his forehead repeatedly: "Team Leader Xue is right."

"She single-handedly dominated the entire match with her martial spirit, soul bone skills, and countless powerful inherited martial arts techniques."

"Unlike Chen Xiaojun, who only targets his opponent's strongest point with a wicked sense of humor, this guy does whatever is most effective and convenient."

"Suppressing, dividing, and crushing all of Wujian's tactics, the life and destruction vines are endless, and a pair of eyes with the power of a 'Soul Saint'."

"Tomorrow's battle must begin before she gains full control..."

Bai Tianrui's round, plump body suddenly slumped back into the brocade armchair: "Heavens... Lord Tiandou above! How can the Chen family produce so many monsters?!"

"I'm going to die tomorrow. Let me think... let me think about how to block the Moonlight Divine Light..."

He's a defensive character; he'll be the first to step in if anything happens.

Illusions are other people's business, but this divine moonlight is his business.

Zhi Xuan, an expert in vine-type martial souls, standing next to Bai Tianrui, didn't look much better.

He understood best the terrifying quality and control required to simultaneously control and unleash such a massive vine, brimming with the energy of birth and death.

And then there were those two devastating spear attacks. "Damn, why don't I have a spear technique of that level?"

In the corner, Ye Zijun tugged at Ling Xinyao's sleeve and whispered, "Little Xinyao... with an opponent like this... honestly, you really have no chance..."

Ling Xinyao rolled her eyes. The first half of the sentence was fine, but the second half went astray.

However, this person whom Chen Xiaojun cherished as a treasure, his childhood sweetheart, and the person he always protected—Chen Xinyi—made her appearance with such overwhelming force, sweeping away powerful enemies all by herself.
A complex feeling, a mixture of intense fear, immense loss, and something indescribable, filled her heart.

Xue Shiming slowly turned around and said leisurely, "Talented people emerge in every generation, each leading the way for hundreds of years."

"Chen Xiaojun's couplet is equally suitable for her."

"Wouldn't it be fun to beat her up tomorrow?!"

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VIP Room No. 54. Chu Tianshu turned his head and looked at Zhou Tianshu beside him, who was staring at the crystal wall.

He extended his finger and nudged the other's taut arm with his elbow: "You won, Miss Xiaoyi won decisively."

"Doesn't this just prove that you were right to rank him as the number one in the 'Senra Manga' list?"

"You should be happy, Deputy Editor-in-Chief."

Zhou Tianshu did not turn his head immediately.

He moved slowly, pulling a bottle of deep ruby-red Zilang from a wooden box on a fixed shelf. The soft sound of the cork being pulled out was exceptionally clear in the well-soundproofed room.

The deep red wine was poured into a stemmed glass, and a deep red swirl lingered briefly on the glass.

He picked it up, without any intention of savoring it, tilted his head back, his Adam's apple bobbing violently, and left not a drop at the bottom of the glass.

The strong smell of alcohol mixed with a long, stale breath he exhaled, spreading through the air.

He put down the empty glass, the bottom of which made a soft "click" sound as it hit the crystal surface of the coffee table.

"You do not understand."

Chu Tianshu raised an eyebrow, leaned back heavily against the soft leather chair, and put his hands behind his head.

His gaze also turned to the focus of everyone's attention, and he curled his lips, a mixture of helplessness and understanding in his expression: "Yes, yes, Deputy Editor-in-Chief Zhou is far-sighted and insightful, which is beyond the understanding of us ordinary people."

"You can continue... this headache."

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Inside the private box of the Yuehua team.

Yun Yingluo's fingers unconsciously twisted a tassel on the hem of her skirt. Her mouth was slightly open, and her gaze was still fixed on the pale figure below who had gathered the halo and stood still: "Senior Sister Chen... your little sister-in-law... her strength is monstrous... those eyes are too... scary."

Sitting next to her was Yue Qingsi, whose nickname was "Chrysanthemum Picker," and she was always gentle and composed.

At this moment, she withdrew her hand from the windowsill, her fingertips brushing away non-existent dust from her sleeve. A slight smile played on her lips, her composure still as serene as the chrysanthemum by the fence: "Yingluo, were you startled?"

"No way!" Yun Yingluo straightened her back immediately, like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, trying to dispel the lingering shock in her eyes and make her voice more lively.

"I was just saying. With Senior Sister Chen here, ranked 11th on the Prodigy Ranking, and Sister Qing Si here too, what's there to be afraid of!"

"No matter how strange her eyes are, the Chang'an team can't master the Martial Soul Fusion Technique, so in the end, we, Yuehua, will definitely win!"

She tried her best to raise her voice, but the end of her sentence was still a little strained.

In the shadows, Hua Xiyan crossed his arms, his gaze sweeping over Chen Xinyi's lowered eyelashes in the arena below: "Those eyes, we must be wary of them."

window.

Chen Yanwu turned her back to the surging noise and closed her eyes.

The lashes of his sword-like eyebrows cast two serene shadows on his frosty white cheeks.

After a long while, her lips moved slightly, uttering a few very soft words, carrying a hint of mystery: "Yes, those were... eyes that looked down upon all living beings."

Yun Yingluo didn't catch the hidden meaning in those words, and continued to count on her fingers: "Those eyes are of the moon attribute. Against our Moonflower, their power will definitely be reduced. Besides, Senior Sister Chen, your martial soul is the Illusionary Heart Seven Kill Sword, and your mental illusion techniques are also powerful..."

Chen Yanwu did not respond.

She thought of the group poster of the "Twelve Beauties of the Red Chamber" on their list of outstanding talents a few months ago. The twelve women who made it onto the list were either holding swords and looking down with disdain, or burning incense and sitting in silence, or lowering their eyes and playing the zither. Their postures were different, and they were all vividly portrayed.

However, some people jokingly referred to it privately as "The Eyes That Look Down on All Living Beings".

The deliberately left blank space at the top center of the poster, with its ink strokes, conveys an indescribable sense of...solitude and desolation.

Just painting the eyes is more powerful than a thousand eyes looking down indifferently at the world.

Yun Yingluo's voice, which was still rambling on and on about the pros and cons, became blurred and turned into irrelevant background noise.

Chen Yanwu's fingertips, resting on the hard, icy handrail, curled up very slightly.

Looking down upon all living beings... Ah.

(End of this chapter)