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

Chapter 1695 Damn it, they are divine messengers!
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This seemingly casual remark caused many previously calm and collected titled experts to instantly become shocked.

When a 100,000-year-old soul beast falls, it will inevitably produce a soul bone!

Given the Chen family's high regard for Donghuang Xiuyi, those soul bones have most likely already been obtained by her... Whether they have been absorbed is unknown, but it is enough to make even the high-ranking Title Douluos feel an irresistible urge to possess them.

Even with the extraordinary composure and imposing presence of the titled experts present, their minds were inevitably stirred by such a supreme treasure.

That wasn't blatant greed, but rather the instinctive consideration and assessment of a top-tier expert when faced with precious resources, the value of which was enough to move even the most composed Title Douluo.

Xiao Yicai's pupils contracted slightly, and he said slowly, "Senior Ghost King's words just now... could they have been implied?"

The Ghost King met that gaze, a glint of unfathomable light flashing in the depths of his eyes, his hoarse voice calm and unwavering: "I made it clear yesterday that I still owe the Chen family a favor."

He paused, then said with an almost frank honesty, "The benefits of just four soul bones are not worth my time to provoke you. What I said... was merely a reminder to you all."

At this moment, Zuo Tinggang's powerful voice rang out as he looked down into the contestant tunnel: "Chen Hong, Yang Jingxue... are coming out!"

Not long after the words were spoken, Chen Hong and Yang Jingxue walked steadily out of the passage. The two had calm expressions and their auras were as deep as the sea, without the slightest outward pressure.

They took a light step with utmost naturalness and calmness, and their bodies floated several meters above the ground.

This is a silent yet domineering declaration!
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The atmosphere inside VIP box number 89 was somber.

She Yaolei stared at the figure in the rain of flowers below, his eyes filled with complex emotions, almost murmuring, "Shao Siming...?"

Qian Gu Hongying turned to look at him: "What?"

She Yaolei withdrew his gaze and looked at Qian Gu Hongying, saying in a low voice, "Old Gu, do you know what other titles that kid from the Chen family has on the Prodigy Ranking besides Peerless Young Master and Purple Star Emperor Sword?"

Qian Gu Hongying thought for a moment: "The Great Commander of Fate? Hiss—"

He suddenly realized something, "Wait! Chen Xiaojun is the 'Grand Master of Fate,' and this Donghuang Xiuyi is the 'Junior Master of Fate'? This young couple... their titles are quite a perfect match!"

His tone carried a hint of surprise and amusement.

"Match my ass!" She Yaolei spat, his face so dark it was almost dripping with water. "You should have heard about the brief exchange between Chen Xiaojun and His Highness the Holy Son at the grand banquet four years ago when the Chen family emerged from seclusion, right?"

Qian Gu Hongying nodded: "Yes, I know a little. They said that Chen Xiaojun borrowed the power of the Big Dipper Heavenly Gang Formation and exchanged a few blows with the Holy Son, and it was a draw, right?"

He raised an eyebrow, wondering why She Yaolei had suddenly brought this up.

She Yaolei leaned forward, his voice heavy with unspoken weight: "Afterwards, the Holy Son mentioned something to me—he said that the title 'Great Master of Fate'... is probably not just a name, but could very well refer to the true name of a certain deity!"

Qian Gu Hongying's relaxed expression froze instantly, his pupils shrinking sharply: "You mean... there's... His shadow behind Chen Xiaojun?!"

He suddenly looked down at "Shao Siming" on the arena below, "Then she... Donghuang Xiuyi... was also chosen?"

“Chosen? Hmph!” She Yaolei let out a short, sarcastic laugh. “With her skills, Old Gu, we’ve lived half our lives in the Douluo Continent. Have we ever heard of even the slightest trace of her? In which lousy book have we seen even a hint of her?”

He stared intently at Qian Gu Hongying. Qian Gu Hongying slowly shook his head, a chill running through his heart.

"Did it spring from a rock?!" She Yaolei's speech quickened as he counted on his fingers, "Seven types of vines, each one of them has the aura of a king! Symbiotic?! Six rings at fourteen years old, and there's even a ring that's been around for a hundred thousand years!"

"Damn it, she's only fourteen! That's outrageous!"

"When the Holy Son won the championship at the age of twenty-two, he was barely at this level, right?"

"But the scariest thing was four years ago, when a ten-year-old girl defeated a high-level Soul Saint and a high-level Soul Emperor! Who the hell would believe that?!"

He took a breath and pointed sharply downwards, "Look at those spirit rings again, yellow, purple, purple, black, black, red!"

"The last three rings, black, black, and red!"

"This is incredible... I've cultivated my whole life and I've never heard of a body being able to withstand this. It's completely illogical!"

Qian Gu Hongying's throat went dry: "You mean..."

She Yaolei suddenly looked up, his voice firm and decisive: "This girl... she's a fucking monster!"

He said in an almost absurd yet heavy tone, "That's it... Do you think the words 'chosen' are enough to cover it up?"

"Damn it... that's the only way to make sense—she's practically a divine messenger!"

Qian Gu Hongying felt a chill run from the soles of his feet to the top of his head, and he trembled slightly: "...You're right."

These four words weigh more than a thousand pounds.

She Yaolei's mind raced, locking onto the pair of titles: "And, Shao Siming, Da Siming... these two are clearly a pair!"

His gaze swept towards Chen Xiaojun's direction, "If that kid is also... a divine envoy... then their powers... might resonate with each other? Who knows, they might even be able to create... a martial soul fusion technique?!"

Qian Gu Hongying's face paled even more, his voice hoarse: "The two divine envoys are backed by two... even two beings who are interconnected and interdependent!"

He jumped to his feet. "This...this is a huge matter, enough to overturn the entire continent! We must act swiftly! Immediately report to His Holiness the Pope and the High Priest!"

Shocked, She Yaolei gazed intently at the bustling arena, muttering to himself, "No wonder... no wonder the Chen family has grown like a rocket these past few years, their power skyrocketing, with Title Douluos emerging one after another, popping up like dumplings in a pot, and the strength of their followers' families increasing terrifyingly..."

"The power they possess is expanding at an illogical rate... It turns out there have been rumors circulating in the Soul Master world that they've unearthed some earth-shattering ruins... Now it seems... it's far more than just ruins... I'm afraid that's an understatement..."

He slowly turned his head, his gaze falling on the anxious Qian Gu Hongying, his tone calming down: "Old Gu... I know that your Panlong Clan's Qian Gu family and the Chen family have been on good terms for generations, but..."

He paused, each word striking his heart: "The situation is about to change drastically."

"You, as one of the pillars of the Qian Gu family, should carefully consider how to strike the right balance in this 'good' measure."

Qian Gu Hongying opened his mouth, but ultimately didn't utter a single word.

A heavy silence instantly engulfed the private room. Outside the window, petals fluttered and the proud figure on the stage cast an enormous shadow in the deathly stillness.

(End of this chapter)