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

Chapter 1757 The Fate Master! Not just life and death, but also destiny.
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Qian Zhongling leaned back dejectedly, the rattan chair creaking: "So, the one who caused the commotion last time must have been that brat Chen Zixiu, and this time it's Lu Xueqi's turn. One after another, she's advanced to a Super Martial Soul... Damn it, hooking up with a big shot has really made a fortune for everyone."

Just then, hurried but deliberately light footsteps approached.

A platinum shadow guard captain strode to the outside of the pavilion, bowed, and presented a secret note to Qian Xizi: "Your Excellency, Your Holiness the Pope, this is another secret report from Tiandou City."

Qianxizi took the secret report with some surprise and then waved for him to leave.

He quickly scanned the contents, his eyes instantly turning serious. He then handed the secret note to Qian Chongling: "Great-grandfather, the Chen family has made new moves in Tiandou City."

Qian Zhongling took the secret letter expressionlessly, his gaze sweeping over it like lightning, and he took in all the contents in just a few breaths.

He forced a smile, a hint of irritation in his eyes: "Heh, damn it! The Chen family still has the nerve to say they didn't plant any high-level spies in the Crimson Church? I don't believe it even if you beat me to death!"

"Do you think I have these eyes for nothing? This technique, this timing, it's like a seed that's been buried for years!"

He grew angrier as he spoke, fiercely raking his dazzling blond hair with his five fingers. "Damn it, they came at just the right time! They just announced the title of 'Eastern Emperor,' then wiped out most of the Black Nether Legion's elite forces, and right after that, Lu Xueqi advanced to a Super Martial Soul..."

He glared at Qian Xizi, "No, Xizi, make Fan Jin go too! He has to go!"

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The air was thick with moisture, yet the atmosphere was as still as ice.

Qianxizi did not answer immediately. His deep gaze passed over his great-grandfather and fell upon the ceaselessly flowing waterfall.

"Four titles?"

Qian Xizi's voice was soft, yet it sounded like the tapping of icicles, "No, great-grandfather. No matter how many people we send to 'see,' they will only see what they want us to see."

He slowly turned his head, his eyes no longer showing the usual respect or solemnity. "The 'luck' of the Chen family, or rather the 'hand' behind them, the way they move the pieces seems... to be outside the realm of common sense."

Qian Chongling's fingers, which were rubbing golden hair, stopped. He narrowed his eyes and looked at his great-grandson, the Pope, with a completely new and scrutinizing gaze for the first time.

This kid seems to have caught some detail he hadn't noticed.

"speak."

Qian Xizi spoke slowly, leaning slightly forward: "You see, the Eastern Emperor's coronation leverages the attention of the world on Gao Yingsai, placing him on the glorious righteous path; the annihilation of the enemy leverages the coordinated actions of the Huiming Bureau and the Supervisory Council, making the campaign justified."

"These two are manageable, but Lu Xueqi's advancement to a Super Martial Soul triggers the inscription of heaven and earth, which cannot be arranged by human intervention. And this news came abruptly after we had already made our decision."

"So, is this an unbelievable surge in the clan's fortunes, or just an eerie coincidence?"

"Their actions, seemingly abrupt and violent, are actually within the rules and reason, and even... precisely utilize all the 'momentum'."

"This cannot be explained by simple 'good luck' or 'having a nail,' it's more like... a carefully designed 'going with the flow,' one wave after another, arranged perfectly!"

"It's as if an invisible hand is plucking the threads of fate, making all the coincidences seem reasonable and inevitable."

Often, the process of advancing one's martial soul is only a vague perception. For example, the advancement of a family's martial soul can span decades or even centuries, and the same is true for an individual's martial soul advancement. It's a very mysterious thing.

Sometimes, you feel like you're just one step away from success, but you just can't get past it. It's common to linger at the door for months, years, or even decades.

For example, Xue Chuxin, whose life attribute was at the second-level Great Perfection for several years, had not made any progress in breaking through to the Super Martial Soul.

Therefore, Lu Xueqi's breakthrough was very strange in the eyes of the Qian family grandfather and grandson.

A deeper silence fell over the pavilion.

The roar of the waterfall seemed to be shut out, leaving only Qian Chongling's soft breathing.

Qianxizi's words were like a bucket of ice water poured on his already agitated heart.

“Go with the flow…” Qian Zhongling pondered the phrase, her eyes shifting uncertainly.

"You mean, every step they took conformed to some... deeper 'rule'? That the very forces of heaven and earth were paving the way for them? This..."

This is more terrifying than simply having "divine support".

This means that the unknown entity behind the Chen family not only possesses power, but also unimaginable wisdom and a terrifying insight and influence into the workings of the world!

This exceeded the Spirit Hall's understanding of "gods" over the past ten thousand years—gods are often synonymous with majesty, power, and sometimes even chaos and disorder. But to manipulate "power within the rules" so skillfully and package destructive actions as reasonable is a chilling feat.

"This is not a simple 'design' nor a mere accumulation of 'luck'."

Qian Zhongling's pupils suddenly contracted, and a thought flashed through his mind like lightning: "Lesser Master of Fate, Great Master of Fate... Master of Fate! The position of 'Master of Fate'! Damn! What they govern is probably far more than just mortal life and death, but also... destiny and fortune!"

"Life and death are the beginning and the end; destiny and fortune are the process!"

He slammed his hand on the armrest. "Giving a divinely bestowed martial spirit shapes one's destiny, while giving inheritances and rare treasures plans one's path. And all these 'coincidences' before our eyes are the manifestation of a burgeoning fortune!"

"They are weaving destiny and controlling fate! What a magnificent 'fate controller'!"

Qian Xizi shuddered, his face turned ashen, and his eyes were as deep as a cold pool; he was clearly shocked.

a long time.

A strange light gleamed in his eyes, a kind of excitement: "Since they are 'borrowing' and 'controlling' the momentum, then we can no longer use brute force to 'suppress' the momentum, otherwise we will only be devoured by their momentum."

"Should we change our approach? What we need to do is to 'understand the momentum,' and even... try to 'guide the momentum.'"

He walked to the edge of the pavilion and looked at the splashing water: "Let Dali, Qi Gongfeng, and Uncle Fan Jin go, but the purpose must be changed. It is not just about spying, intimidation, or sabotage, but about infiltrating, observing, and summarizing."

"Let them personally experience how the current 'momentum' of Tiandou City flows, and how the Chen family skillfully leverages and controls power at every juncture."

"Especially the newly promoted Donghuang Xiuyi, and Chen Xiaojun... These two, as divine messengers of the two Gods of Destiny, are very likely the key nodes or energy sources of this 'momentum' and 'luck'!"

He turned around and looked intently at Qian Chongling: "Great-grandfather, our Spirit Hall is used to using force to overcome skill and using power to suppress others."

"But this time, we may be facing a different dimension of rules—the dimension of controlling destiny. If we cannot understand it, even if we have power, we may just be a bull that crashes into a spider web."

(End of this chapter)