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

Chapter 1811 Ice Blood Dragon

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At the same time, Chen Mu's gaze fell on the last boy.

The boy was about thirteen or fourteen years old, slightly taller than Chen Xiaojun, slender yet exceptionally upright, with a composed demeanor that belied his age.

He had short, grayish-white hair like shards of ice, standing up in a messy, upright style. His skin was pale from long periods without sunlight. He had a stern face, a high nose, and thin, tightly pressed lips.

What is most striking about him are his eyes, with a rare ice-blue hue, and his hands are bound by a pair of soul-power shackles that are noticeably heavier and have more intricate runes.

Chen Mu said calmly, "What's your name? Why aren't you activating your Martial Soul?"

The boy did not answer, but coldly and emotionlessly surveyed the crowd. There was no fear or flattery in his eyes, only unfathomable indifference and alienation, like a lone wolf in captivity.

Chen Mu smiled and said, "You've got quite a personality."

At this moment, the former leader of the bone-digging gang was brought over by the guards, trembling with fear.

Upon seeing Chen Xiaojun and the others, he immediately put on a fawning smile, bowing and scraping: "Young masters, esteemed sirs, what are your orders?"

Chen Mu walked back, pointed at the gray-haired youth, and asked, "What's this kid's background? Why is he being treated specially? What's his name?"

The steward hurriedly bowed and replied, "Reporting to Fifth Young Master, his name is Lin Dong. I don't know what his original name was. He was just given a name based on his appearance."

“I got him from the black market on the northern border three years ago. He was ten years old then. He had already awakened his martial soul when I bought him, and his soul power was not weak either, around level seventeen or eighteen.”

"The group saw that he was strong and had a fierce look in his eyes, so they wanted to train him well. But the kid was too cold-hearted, he didn't listen to orders at all, and he refused to show his martial spirit in front of others. He wouldn't say anything no matter what we asked him."

"Although his soul power is restricted and he works slowly, it is indeed increasing. The group is afraid that he can't be controlled, so they have been putting him in special shackles and only letting him do the hardest and most tiring mining work in an attempt to temper his character... but it doesn't seem to be working."

"As for what his martial soul is, how much innate soul power he has... I really don't know! He never says, let alone shows it, so we can't find out even if we wanted to!"

"However, the person in charge of the purchase might know."

Chen Mu raised an eyebrow and asked, "Who is in charge?"

The manager quickly replied, "This business is one of the group's sources of income, managed by Bonnie Quentin, the Earthshaking Rock Rhinoceros Soul Saint, and usually overseen by his brother, Deacon Rafe Quentin."

Chen Mu laughed: "They're both dead."

The supervisor was momentarily speechless.

Chen Mu waved his hand, signaling the guards to take the steward aside.

Next, Chen Mu took a tray from the guard, on which were several special keys.

He walked up to Lin Dong and met her cold, icy blue eyes.

“Winter’s chill, is it?” Chen Mu neither scolded nor tried to be overly friendly, his tone direct and businesslike. “This godforsaken place has changed hands. The Bone-Digging Gang is gone, and the Chen family is in charge now. From today onwards, no one will force you to do hard labor, and no one will make you wear this thing anymore.”

As he spoke, he picked up one of the oddly shaped keys and precisely inserted it into the keyhole of the heavy soul-power shackles on Winter's wrist.

"Click."

With a soft click, the heavy shackles that had imprisoned the boy for who knows how long came to fall to the ground.

"But if you want to gain true freedom and better treatment here, you have to prove your worth. For example, let us know what your martial spirit is."

Winter's gaze remained unmoved; he even slightly turned his head away, clearly unfazed, silently shifting his gaze from the shackles on the ground. Chen Mu wasn't annoyed; he knew that empty promises were useless against someone who had long been oppressed and was extremely wary.

“Lin Dong, you see. When you follow the Chen family, being well-fed and clothed is the most basic thing.” He shook the key in his hand and pointed to the corner of the yard—there were still traces of empty buckets and plates left by Gu Zijian when he delivered the food, and a faint aroma of food lingered in the air.

"You've already eaten the hot soup and meat buns that were just brought over, haven't you? That's the basic treatment the Chen family provides!"

“You demonstrate your martial spirit and prove your potential. The family will provide you with cultivation resources—food, clothing, shelter, and even guidance from expert mentors. You won’t have to be treated like livestock anymore, and you won’t have to wear this damn thing.”

His sharp gaze locked onto Winter: "Choose: Will you remain a buried stone, or fight for your future?"

His icy blue pupils contracted slightly.

His nostrils flared as the lingering aroma of radish and pork rib soup and the smell of meat filling in the air violently stirred up memories of hunger from his three years of imprisonment.

The moldy black bread and the bone-chilling cold water in the mine pit contrasted cruelly with the aroma at this moment, and the cold body instinctively craved warmth.

He looked at Chen Mu again, his wariness and indifference not completely gone, but with a hint of struggle in his eyes.

Chen Mu continued gently, “The first thing a person has to do in this world is to live, or rather, to live comfortably. We, the Chen family, don’t care about your past or what you’ve experienced, nor are we interested in it. But you have a long life ahead of you, and you can’t live like this forever.”

Winter finally spoke, her voice cold and harsh, hoarse from long periods of silence: "Will you let me go?"

Chen Mu smiled calmly, then said seriously, "No, but I won't sell you either. This world is not peaceful, the rules of the Bone-Digging Gang are corrupt, but the rules of the Chen family will allow you to live like a human being!"

"The world is full of different aspects, and everyone lives under various rules. Want to break the rules? You can't do it now. But living well within the rules—the choice is yours!"

Hey, fifth brother, you've even learned the art of conversation?
Or are you just expressing your feelings and want to break the rules?

A smile flashed in Chen Xiaojun's eyes.

The silence lasted for more than ten seconds, and the entire courtyard fell silent.

Finally, Winter nodded very slightly.

A long-suppressed surge of soul power, carrying a chilling aura, suddenly emanated from Lin Dong, causing Zhu Wuneng, who was nearby, to shiver.

Immediately afterwards, the light and shadow behind him distorted, and a huge figure slowly condensed into shape.

That's a dragon!

A phantom image of a giant dragon, its entire body covered in scales carved from ice!
The dragon scales are made of faceted ice crystals, refracting a cold, blue light; the dragon's body is long and powerful, its head is held high and majestic, and its scarlet crystal eyes exude a murderous aura; the scarlet and the cold blue create a strong visual impact; the dragon's wings are interwoven with sharp ice blades, shimmering with a cold light.

Instantly, a chilling aura filled the air, frost formed on the ground, and the air froze. The fierce and oppressive force made the children, except for Chen Xiaojun and the others, tremble and suffocate.

This is the first impression it gives.

Everyone was shocked!

Chen Xiaojun narrowed his eyes slightly, carefully examining the black and red cocoon in his sea of ​​consciousness. It seemed to tremble very slightly before quickly calming down.

"Peak of the eighth rank, approaching the ninth rank!"

Chen Mu gasped and asked, "What's the name of your martial spirit?"

With his limited knowledge, he could not recognize this dragon-type martial spirit that exuded such chilling and ferocious aura.

Winter spoke again, this time a little better:
"Iceblood Dragon".

(End of this chapter)