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

Chapter 1699 White Emperor
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Chenlin Village, outside the southeast gate.

Several neatly dressed guards stood at the foot of the gate tower, their posture upright and their gazes calmly fixed on the road not far away.

The two leading figures are the Soul Saint and the Soul Emperor.

Two people stood quietly on the road.

One of them was a man who appeared to be in his fifties. He still had a handsome face, dressed in white, and had a tall and slender figure. He exuded a cold and aloof aura that kept people at a distance, like the snow that never melts on the top of a mountain.

It was this overly aloof, almost icy aura that shrouded his handsome appearance in an unapproachable shell.

Standing beside him was a woman, who appeared to be in her forties. Her appearance was six or seven parts similar to the man's, with the same bone structure between her eyebrows and eyes, and her temperament was also rather aloof.

She was the man's younger sister, Si Baining.

The man was Bai Ning, the White Emperor Si, a level 89 peak Soul Douluo.

The two stood silently, as if waiting, or perhaps scrutinizing the ancient village that exuded a subtle sense of majesty.

A barely perceptible breeze swept through the air, carrying the damp scent of earth and vegetation.

Almost at the same moment, a figure silently emerged from the depths of the shadows of the southeast gate, as if it had been peeled away from the darkness of the gate tower.

The newcomer was an elderly man with white hair, deep-set eyes, blue pupils, and extremely thick eyebrows, as if they were painted with thick ink.

He was calm and composed, with a steady gait, holding a dark brown wooden cane in his hand, its surface covered with natural grain patterns.

However, a faint, lingering worry clung to the old man.

Si Baining's gaze instantly locked onto the old man's cane, and his cold eyes narrowed slightly imperceptibly.

He thought to himself, 'Contra! And that wooden staff… though held in my hand, its texture is both real and illusory; the subtle energy fluctuations suggest it's no ordinary rotten wood. It must undoubtedly be a manifestation of my martial spirit!'

The white-haired old man's gaze calmly fell on the two people outside the door, his voice slow and steady, without any ripples: "Gentlemen, are you Mr. and Mrs. Bai Huangsi in person?"

Si Baining's face remained calm and composed, and he simply nodded slightly: "It is indeed me, and this is my younger sister, Si Baining."

Si Baining then gave a slight bow in greeting, "Greetings, sir!"

Just as the old man appeared, her nostrils twitched slightly twice.

As the strange scent, a blend of the old man's own fragrance and his own, wafted into her nostrils, Si Baining's heart skipped a beat, and her pupils contracted instantly: 'It's the Soul-Chasing Incense?! The Chen family…which important figure has passed away?!'

The old man seemed oblivious to Si Baining's fleeting look of surprise and doubt, and returned the nod of the same courtesy to Si Baining and her brother.

He continued calmly, "My name is Meng Wei, and I am honored to be the chief steward of Chenlin Village. I am not fond of calling myself old, for in fact I am not much older than my esteemed brother and sister."

After announcing his name, he stepped aside and made a "please" gesture, his posture respectful yet not subservient.

"The clan chief has been waiting for you two in the village for a long time. Please follow me."

Meng Wei led the way, followed closely by the Si siblings, as the three walked along the wide and flat stone-paved main road in the village.

Although the journey was several miles long, the three high-level Soul Masters moved with ease.

Throughout the journey, Meng Wei spoke in a calm tone, briefly introducing the situation of Chenlin Village, being polite but not overly enthusiastic.

Along the way, we passed several houses, only to find the doors tightly shut and glaring white silk hanging from the eaves.

Si Baining glanced around, her steps unwavering, and casually asked, "Are there several families holding funerals here at the same time?" Meng Wei's posture remained unchanged, only the knuckles gripping his blackwood cane tightened imperceptibly: "Yes. A few days ago, some medicinal herbs were being transported when they were ambushed by the scoundrels of the Crimson Church. Several of the escorting men... perished."

In just a few words, he explained the reason and the enemy.

Si Bai Ning's heart stirred slightly. Looking at Meng Wei's still upright but sorrowful back, and smelling the lingering scent of the Soul-Chasing Incense on his body, she immediately understood.

Among the "sons" that this chief steward referred to, there must be some who were related to him by blood.

The incense of remembrance rises, a sign of grief for the passing of a loved one.

She nodded silently and asked no more questions.

In just over ten minutes, the three of them had reached the depths of the village.

Ahead, a lush, verdant mountain range shrouded in a light blue haze suddenly appeared – Blue Heart Mountain.

Climbing the winding mountain path, the three of them arrived at a magnificent and ancient architectural complex on the mountainside in just a few minutes.

Instead of leading the brother and sister to the solemn main ancestral hall, Meng Wei led them to a side hall that was equally deep and meticulously laid out.

The palace gates are tall, and the interior is slightly darker, which makes it seem even more secluded.

The hall was spacious, with only one person standing in the center with his hands behind his back.

This person was extremely robust and upright, like a deep pool and a towering mountain, immovable as a mountain.

He had a square face, a high and straight nose beneath thick eyebrows, and eyes that shone with a sharp light as they opened and closed, exuding an imposing and dignified aura.

His mere presence seemed to freeze the air in the entire hall.

It is none other than Chen Xun, the current patriarch of the Chen family!
The moment Si Baining stepped into the palace, his steps faltered almost imperceptibly, and his cold, icy eyes narrowed sharply.

The figure before me, so imposing and majestic, possessed a soul power so vast and refined, as imposing and powerful as a mountain, far beyond my reach!
A... Title Douluo!
The Chen family's foundation is indeed unfathomable.

Meng Wei stopped inside the palace gate and bowed to Chen Xun: "Clan leader, the distinguished guest has arrived."

Chen Xun nodded slightly, his steady gaze sweeping over Meng Wei before landing on Si Baining and his sister.

His expression was solemn, and his voice was loud but not aggressive, carrying the composure and weight befitting a person in a high position. He cupped his hands in greeting and spoke first: "Mr. Si, Ms. Si."

"I am Chen Xun. My father is seriously ill and unlikely to recover. Therefore, I will temporarily take charge of the Chen family."

Si Baining and Si Baining, brother and sister, exchanged a glance, fully understanding the heavy meaning behind the words "difficult to recover from a serious illness"—Chen Yu, the pillar of the Chen family, was seriously injured and unable to take charge.

The brother and sister dared not be negligent and returned the greeting solemnly together.

Si Baining spoke, his voice still cold, but with obvious respect: "Clan Chief Chenxun greets you."

Chen Xun raised his hand and pointed to the side of the hall: "Please sit down."

The three of them sat down in rosewood armchairs.

A waiter served them tea, and as the steam rose, they exchanged a few pleasantries.

Chen Xun put down the celadon cup in his hand: "I already know the purpose of your visit. The 'Silver and White Emperors' are equally famous in the world. Elder Zhuo has come first, and Mr. Si's Dao heart is firm. The Chen family does indeed have what you two need."

He turned to Si Baining and nodded slightly: "Ms. Si is decisive and admirable, so I will speak frankly."

"Whatever you want, the Chen family can provide, and you don't need to ask for anything of equal value beforehand."

(End of this chapter)