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

Chapter 1879 King Ming
The next morning.

West of Tiandou City, at Goddess Lake.

Surrounded by green mountains, with clear waters like a mirror, a light boat glides gently, and the ancient village is tranquil.

The pavilion, with its overhanging eaves and brackets, and its ancient wood grain, silently tells the story of a century of weathering.

The damp, chilly morning mist had not yet dissipated, lingering and swirling among the shimmering water and carved wooden railings, blurring the boundaries between the distant mountains and the nearby water, as well as the distinction between the inside and outside of the waterside pavilion.

Deep within the mist, a woman leans against a vermilion balustrade overlooking the water, her posture languid yet exuding an unassailable domineering aura.

The dark, heavy robes were embroidered with giant bird totems that seemed poised for flight and radiated a fiery, molten light, all in gold thread. The hem of the robes hung down, silently intertwining with the floating mist.

She held a delicate little jar in her hand, tilting it slightly so that the clear wine flowed in a thin line and fell straight into her mouth.

The neck stretches with the swallowing motion, its lines both beautiful and powerful.

What's most unsettling are those eyes; deep within the black pupils gleams a dark, molten gold light, as if containing the core of an ever-burning sun, making that exquisitely beautiful face appear even more majestic and cold.

"Tsk," she swallowed the last mouthful of wine, casually placing the empty jar on the railing, her hoarse voice, like someone suffering from a hangover, shattering the tranquility of the waterside pavilion.

"This place, whether it's dawn or dusk, sunshine or rain, is the perfect feng shui for retirement. No wonder you're so determined to stay here, completely forgetting about that glittering bird's nest in Lingxiao Palace."

In the center of the waterside pavilion, beside a simple stone table, another figure is focused on the movements in his hands.

She looked no more than eighteen or nineteen years old, wearing a plain, almost pale white dress, her long, black hair loosely tied up with a simple silver hairpin.

With her eyelashes lowered, her slender, jade-like fingers deftly peeled a boiled egg.

The eggshell cracked softly between her fingertips, then fell away, revealing the smooth, round, egg white-like interior.

On the table, in a small celadon dish, four eggs, all peeled clean, were neatly arranged. She carefully placed the fifth egg on it, and with a gentle push of her fingertip along the edge of the dish, it slid smoothly toward the woman in black leaning against the railing.

“Xia Qingyun,” the woman in white’s voice was clear and gentle, like the melting ice water in a spring stream, “Why are you drinking so much wine so early in the morning? There should be a limit to how much you indulge in pleasure. Here, eat an egg to nourish your stomach and spleen that have been ruined by alcohol.”

Xia Qingyun, dressed in black with golden eyes, casually lifted her eyelids, her gaze sweeping over the row of white eggs in the dish before lazily turning to the person opposite her, landing precisely on the other's chest, which still stood proudly and dramatically under her plain white dress.

She curled her lips into a sneer and spat without any attempt to hide it, scoffing, "Eat, eat, eat! All you ever eat are these few broken eggs! You've been gnawing on them for over a hundred years, aren't you sick of them? No wonder people call you an old fat chicken."

Those last three words pierced through the mist and morning light flowing through the waterside pavilion.

"Crack!"

A crisp cracking sound.

The sixth egg, which the woman in white had just picked up but hadn't yet peeled, shattered between her suddenly tightened fingers. The eggshell, along with the solidified egg white and yolk inside, was instantly crushed into a puddle of wet, sticky crumbs, which dripped from between her fingers onto the smooth stone table.

She suddenly raised her head, and the tranquility and gentleness that had been on her flawless face, which resembled that of a young woman in her late teens, was completely covered by a chilling aura.

Her slender, delicate willow-leaf eyebrows arched sharply, her eyes flashing with a cold light that pierced Xia Qingyun. "Am I old?" the woman in white's voice suddenly rose, she even deliberately straightened her back, her alluring curves almost bursting forth beneath the taut, pale fabric. "Xia Qingyun, take a good look at those eyes of yours, blinded by the stench of alcohol! This skin..."

She suddenly raised her hand, her fingertips slicing fiercely across her smooth, jade-like cheek, so taut it was without a single wrinkle. "Flawless! And this—"

Her hand, carrying a sharp gust of wind, pressed heavily onto her large, full breasts, which were so full they seemed about to burst out of her clothes. The action was so rough that it was completely out of place with her elegant demeanor.

An invisible, intensely hot, and oppressive force of soul power spread out, forcing the mist around the waterside pavilion to surge and dissipate rapidly, revealing a clearer expanse of blue water beyond the railings.

"This is a gift from heaven! It's a blessing that even a flat-chested, wiry crow spirit like you, who has been flat-chested for ten thousand years, could never have in a hundred thousand years of cultivation!"

Xia Qingyun was furious. When had she ever been flat-chested? And yet she was so arrogant!

Okay, compared to her...

She rubbed her arms exaggeratedly, then rolled her eyes so wide they almost reached the top of her head, and drawled out her words with utter impatience: "Fine, fine, you're fierce! You're the boss! Okay? Snow, the Fierce Lord!"

The words "extremely fierce" undoubtedly added fuel to the fire.

The woman in white's exquisite face twisted, and two flames of fury ignited in her eyes, as if she wanted to burn this wretched woman and the waterside pavilion together.

"Giant my foot!" she gritted her teeth. "Damn Qian Bu Ruo! Why didn't I kill her back then? She left behind such a despicable and shameful name, a curse that will haunt us for generations to come!"

Xia Qingyun seemed to have found a new source of amusement. He crossed his arms and watched the other party's rage with amusement, then added sarcastically, "Too bad you won't have the chance. His bones have been ashes for seventy or eighty years. The grass on his grave is probably taller than the main pillar of this waterside pavilion. You'll have to bear this 'legacy', Lord Ming."

Ming Wang Xue Laixi, the guardian deity of the royal family of the Tiandou Empire, the head of the Ming Wang Mansion, the leader of the five major royal factions, and one of the ten most powerful masters in the world.

"Ha!" Xue Laixi laughed in extreme anger, her laughter chilling to the bone. "She's dead? Who did it? Who saw it with their own eyes? Don't tell me she died in childbirth?!"

"These are just baseless rumors! Someone as troublesome as her is incredibly resilient; she's probably hiding in some ditch, plotting something, waiting to jump out and stir up trouble again someday!"

"Not dead?" Xia Qingyun raised her eyebrows dramatically, as if she had heard the biggest joke in the world. Her eyes were filled with undisguised mockery. "In the past seventy or eighty years, putting aside everything else, during the last catastrophe when the Spirit Hall was turned upside down and her father died, when the Crimson Cult swept across the land and the evil spirit masters caused chaos on the continent, how come that old hag never showed her face or uttered a single word?"

"Of the goddesses of your generation, some have withered away, some have disappeared, and some have all died. How many are still breathing?"

"Withered?" Xue Laixi's lips curled into a cold, sarcastic smile. "A few of them did die, which was an eyesore. But..."

She paused deliberately, then glared at Xia Qingyun, "Your dear mother-in-law, Bo Xian'er, isn't she still alive and kicking, serving as your great-great-grandmother in the Chen family? Oh, right,"

As if suddenly remembering something, she drew out her words softly and with a hook, "So, Lu Xueqi, speaking of which, isn't she practically your in-law? Tsk tsk tsk..."

She gently shook her head, making a clicking sound.

"The Chen family is about to have their ancestral graves emitting auspicious smoke, they can't suppress it anymore, can they? The super martial soul breakthrough that caused the whole continent to be restless a few days ago, triggering a celestial phenomenon... was it her? Lu Xueqi? What a show of power! What a grand display!"

(End of this chapter)