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

Chapter 1866 The storm is coming
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"What do you mean, 'believe'?!"

Chen Mu's signature nonchalant tone drifted in with his footsteps, breaking the silence that followed Chen Xiaojun's words.

Chen Shurui and Chen Bin followed closely behind, and the three of them filed in, bringing with them a touch of dust and the hustle and bustle of the outside world.

Chen Mu walked over to the stone table in a few steps, glanced at it, and said with a hint of teasing, "Oh ho, the Flame Breathing Technique, huh?"

He then looked at Ma Liang, whose expression was still a bit excited and restrained, and pursed his lips, "Xiao San, this thing should have been given to you a long time ago. What are you dawdling for? Hurry up and put it in your pocket so no one can see it!"

Chen Shurui grinned mischievously and chimed in, "Exactly! Little San, if you pair this thing with your Phoenix Heavenly Blade, wouldn't its power skyrocket? I'm not saying anything, but your swordsmanship..."

He deliberately dragged out the tone.

Chen Bin immediately added a precise blow, succinctly stating: "It's a horrific sight!"

Ma Liang's face flushed bright red instantly, and he stammered in a low voice, "Our family... mainly inherits martial arts."

Over the years, he had also practiced a few sword techniques passed down in his clan, but they were only barely enough. Generally, he would finish them in one go and then discard them, rarely engaging in a duel with the Phoenix Heavenly Blade against the wolf bandit leader in the Zhongnan Mountains.

However, this Flame Breathing Technique does not rely on complicated skills to win, but rather on stimulating the source of power. It has a very high compatibility with his Southern Bright Fire, which is exactly what he needs.

Chen Shurui chuckled and continued to fan the flames: "Back then, didn't Bajie beat you because of his breathing technique? Now you have it too," he gestured towards Zhu Wuneng's direction, "Isn't this perfect..."

Chen Bin seamlessly followed up: "Get revenge."

Upon hearing this, Zhu Wuneng immediately objected, putting down his wine cup with a wronged and dissatisfied expression: "Hey, hey, hey! Right in front of me, the main character, Eighth Young Master and Seventh Young Master, is it appropriate for you to so blatantly corrupt the mistress? Don't you have any brotherly affection left?"

Chen Mu sat down casually on the stone bench next to him, picked up the half cup of rock marrow wine that Zhu Wuneng had just poured for Chen Xiaojun, took a swig, and then said with a matter-of-fact expression, "I support you! Wuneng, with your thick skin, you're perfect as a live target for Xiao San to practice on."

Zhu Wuneng was so speechless by his words that he rolled his eyes and looked utterly embarrassed.

He touched his nose helplessly: "Fifth Young Master... how much do you guys have to dislike me? You're all ganging up on me."

Chen Xiaojun watched them making a fuss and smiled: "Alright, you three, why are you only arriving now? Fifth brother, is everything settled over there?"

Chen Mu put down his wine glass, his expression becoming more serious: "Pretty much. A hundred people are a hundred different. Even if you kill someone to establish your authority, you can only suppress them temporarily. There's still a long way to go before they truly submit."

Chen Xiaojun smiled calmly, as if he had expected this: "Well, even the Bone-Digging Gang couldn't completely subdue these guys back then, so what's a few stupid fools like me killing? It's just stating my position and drawing a red line. Seventh Brother, Eighth Brother, what about you guys?"

Chen Shurui continued, "The situation outside is even more chaotic. Undercurrents are surging, and spies from all sides are springing up like mushrooms after rain. There are also some reckless scoundrels taking advantage of the situation to cause trouble; we need to clean some up. Also,"

He paused, "Our Douhun City faction has taken over three districts this time, which has caused quite a stir. Our neighbors, the Plant Guild in Huaji District to the northeast and the Xuan Ye Pavilion in Huayao District to the northwest, haven't been idle. They've been secretly mobilizing their forces, and many refugees from the underworld have come here. However, the majority are still flocking to Huading District, which is closer to them."

Zhu Wuneng interjected, "Have they taken it yet?" Chen Shurui shook his head, "Not yet. As soon as we made our move, the news spread, and the underground forces in other districts immediately became alert and joined forces to resist. Although the Plant Guild and Xuan Ye Pavilion are powerful, it will take some effort to take down the united force."

Chen Mu snorted coldly and said indifferently, "Nobody's a fool. In this underworld, the positions of hunter and prey are constantly changing. It all comes down to who has the more cunning methods and the stronger backup plan."

Chen Bin, as always, was concise and to the point: "It's just a matter of time."

Chen Mu nodded: "That's right. In the past, when surface forces conquered the underground cities, the underground cities would unite. Now, hehe..."

Chen Shurui then added an even more unsettling piece of news: "Well, there's another problem now. A doomsday rumor has suddenly appeared out of nowhere and is spreading like wildfire in the Southeast Region, causing far more people from there to flock to our side than from other directions!"

Zhu Wuneng asked curiously, "What doomsday rumors? They seem so sinister?"

Chen Shurui lowered his voice and repeated, "Rumors say... the Azure Bamboo Sword Lord has been summoned by the Supreme Lord of Corrupted Blood! Within seven days, endless corrupted blood will surely engulf all unclean creatures on earth!"

Upon hearing this, the area around the stone table instantly fell silent.

The lights illuminated the astonished and uncertain faces of the crowd, and even the amber luster of the rock marrow wine seemed to dim a bit.

An invisible sense of oppression filled the air.

Chen Mu's sword-like eyebrows slanted upwards: "These rumors... are not a good thing."

The presence of refugees was within Chen Xiaojun's expectations, but as for rumors... He tapped his fingers lightly on the stone tabletop and slowly uttered a few words: "A storm is brewing!"

He picked up the steamed buns and chopsticks from the table again, regained his composure, and said, "Alright, there's no use worrying now. We'll deal with whatever comes our way. Wuneng, what were you talking about before we came in? It sounded quite lively. Keep talking..."

As Chen Xiaojun spoke, the atmosphere at the table gradually became lively again, and the solemnity was temporarily suppressed.

Dugu Fu reached out and grabbed a handful of melon seeds from the table, cracking them as he spoke, “We’re reviewing the battle from the day before yesterday, the final melee at Ironjaw Fortress. Sixth Brother, don’t you always require us to do post-match debriefings during major competitions? We’re thinking that real life-or-death battles on the battlefield probably require us to analyze the lessons learned even more.”

"For example, which combinations worked well, which parts were lacking and led to passivity, whether the formation was reasonable, whether the timing of key moments was precise enough, whether there were any problems with the connection between personnel and soul skills... all these details need to be thoroughly understood."

A hint of approval flashed in Chen Xiaojun's eyes, and he nodded: "Yes, this is a very good idea. Practical experience is the fastest and most profound way to improve strength, but if valuable experience is not summarized and accumulated in time, it is easy to forget or remain only at the level of vague feeling."

"Especially in a large-scale, rapidly changing chaotic battle like the one the day before yesterday, everyone's perspective is limited. Only by piecing together everyone's observations and feelings can we reconstruct a more complete and three-dimensional picture of the battlefield."

He turned his gaze to Dugu Fu, "Afu, you usually have a habit of keen observation and taking notes. You need to take responsibility for this."

"Once everyone has sorted out their views and ideas, you will be responsible for summarizing and organizing them into a clear and detailed battle report, which will be archived. This will not only benefit your personal cultivation, but will also be valuable for future review and research, or for providing reference to the family."

(End of this chapter)