Douluo: I have too many clones

Chapter 755 Wu Siduo: I'll Give You Noodles
On the ninety-fifth floor of the Spirit Transmission Tower, in Nan Fusheng's room.

"The Federation fleet has returned."

Nan Fusheng clutched the latest intelligence report tightly in his hand, a barely perceptible ripple appearing in his deep eyes.

Today, the Federation Fleet has officially returned, and the War Gods, led by Han Hai Douluo, have returned to Mingdu. Meanwhile, the soldiers of the three fleets remain orderly at the port of Tianhai City, preparing methodically for the next campaign.

Although the campaign failed to achieve the expected victory, it was not a problem with military command or the soldiers' combat capabilities, but mainly because the Tang Clan's intervention made things more complicated.

For Chen Xinjie, the Commander-in-Chief of the three armed forces, this minor setback was nothing but a drop in the ocean compared to his illustrious resume, and could not shake his position in the Federation.

As a quasi-god level powerhouse who also holds the important position of the Temple of War God, the federal government has always maintained a great deal of tolerance and respect towards him.

Unless Chen Xinjie commits an unforgivable crime such as treason or handing over a god-killing soul-guided cannon to the enemy, and the evidence is conclusive, his position in the Federation's power structure is rock solid and unshakeable.

"It seems the upcoming martial arts contest for marriage will be quite a spectacle," Nan Fusheng murmured softly, his gaze deep.

As the Federation fleet returned, another event was quietly brewing. Qian Gu Die Ting, who was at the headquarters of the Spirit Pagoda, secretly led Qian Gu Qing Feng and his wife to Mingdu after recovering from his injuries.

Leng Yaozhu and another deputy tower master stayed behind to guard the Spirit Pagoda headquarters.

At the same time, Shrek Academy and Tang Sect seemed to have also noticed the change in the situation and were showing signs of new developments.

It is foreseeable that in the near future, several major forces will gather in Mingdu. At that time, a fierce confrontation and competition will be inevitable, and Mingdu will surely become the focus of the power struggle among various forces.

Don't think that Shrek Academy and Tang Sect are weak now.

In fact, after the Tang Clan was declared a traitorous organization, Cao Dezhi, the Ruthless Douluo of the Blood God Legion, had already led a group of Tang Clan members away and returned to the Tang Clan's camp.

If we calculate it this way, the two major forces—Ya Li, Long Yeyue, Zang Xin, and Cao Dezhi—have a total of three demigods and one quasi-god.

With such a lineup, even if Di Tian leads a group of ferocious beasts to ambush them again, they can withstand it.

Just as Nan Fusheng was deep in thought, "Click—".

The room door slowly opened, breaking the tranquility.

A woman with long, wavy, reddish-brown hair walked in. She was graceful, aloof, and exuded an aura that kept people at a distance.

Nan Fusheng turned his gaze to her, a gentle smile on his face, and said, "Wu Siduo, is there something you need?"

Just a few days ago, a notice came from the Central Security Bureau that Wu Siduo and Zheng Yiran had become his personal bodyguards, responsible for his safety and daily affairs.

Of course, while they are called bodyguards, it's more like finding a few sisters for Xu Xiaoyan to talk to, since the probability of encountering danger in the branch tower of the Spirit Transmission Tower in Mingdu is negligible.

The moment Wu Siduo saw Nan Fusheng, her originally cold and arrogant gaze softened instantly, and her icy aura gradually dissipated like thin ice under the warm spring sun.

She rolled her eyes at Nan Fusheng, her tone tinged with a hint of coquettishness: "What, can't I come to see you if there's nothing wrong?"

"Of course not."

Upon hearing this, Nan Fusheng slowly stood up and walked steadily to Wu Siduo's side. He naturally put his arm around her waist and whispered in her ear, his warm breath gently brushing against her, "You can come to me whenever you want, but it's best to come to me at night."

"You're so unserious," Wu Siduo said coquettishly, giving Nan Fusheng a light punch.

Since the two had a relationship, Youming Wusiduo, who was once as aloof as a flower on a high mountain, seemed to have lost all her defenses when facing Nan Fusheng. She could no longer maintain her coldness and easily transformed from a wild white tiger into a gentle and soft little white cat.

"What a nemesis." Wu Siduo bit her red lips lightly, her eyes filled with tenderness. As her eyes shimmered, she whispered in Nan Fusheng's ear, "Do you remember what I said to you when we parted last time?"

"I remember." Nan Fusheng's memory has always been excellent, and he answered almost without thinking, "You said that next time we meet, you would cook noodles for me yourself."

"Mm." Wu Siduo's face flushed slightly, her eyes filled with a hint of shyness. "Now, I will fulfill this promise."

"Now? That's not a good idea."

"It's okay. I already sent Yiran away to keep Xiaoyan and the others company, so there's plenty of time."

Looking at Wu Siduo's empty hands, Nan Fusheng pretended to be puzzled and asked, "Where's the noodles? Should we go to the kitchen to make them now?"

Wu Siduo blushed even more as she looked at the person who was pretending to be stupid. She glared at Nan Fusheng, her tone a mix of shyness and annoyance: "The noodles are ready. But you need to go find them before you can eat them."

Nan Fusheng leaned down slightly, a smile in his eyes, and said, "At least give me a hint, otherwise how am I supposed to find it?"

Wu Siduo looked down at him, a sly glint in her eyes, and said softly, "I'll just give you one hint: the noodles I made were seafood noodles."

After receiving the hint, Nan Fusheng quickly thought through the clues and they instantly came to mind. A confident smile appeared on his lips as he swiftly located the noodles and said, "Found it, then I won't be polite."

Wu Siduo trembled slightly and couldn't help but say coquettishly, "You can eat slowly. We have plenty of time."

"Okay." Hearing Wu Siduo's words, Nan Fusheng began to slow down his eating.

I must say, this seafood noodle soup was incredibly fresh.

……

"Tread, tread, tread."

A series of light footsteps approached from afar. Zheng Yiran ended her meeting with Xiao Yan and the others and calmly returned to Nan Fusheng's room.

As one of Nan Fusheng's personal bodyguards, she always kept her duties in mind and dared not relax her vigilance even in the heavily guarded core area of ​​the Spirit Pagoda.

Pushing open the door, one finds only Nan Fusheng inside, organizing some documents.

Zheng Yiran frowned slightly, a hint of doubt rising in her heart. She stepped forward and asked softly, "Fusheng, where did Wu Siduo go?"

Logically speaking, as bodyguards, she and Wu Siduo should at least ensure that one of them is always by Nan Fusheng's side.

Nan Fusheng looked up and replied naturally, "Wu Siduo went to take a shower."

"Taking a bath?" Zheng Yiran repeated, her eyes filled with even deeper doubt. Knowing Wu Siduo as she did, she shouldn't be taking a bath at this time, right?
Just as Zheng Yiran was pondering, her sharp eyes suddenly caught a detail and she couldn't help but be slightly taken aback: "Fusheng, why is there a red hair near your mouth?"

The reddish-brown strand of hair stood out against Nan Fusheng's light-colored collar, matching Wu Siduo's hair color perfectly. Nan Fusheng remained calm and composed, gently removing the strand of hair from his lips, and explained in a steady tone, "Actually, Wu Siduo just cooked noodles for me herself, but she accidentally spilled some soup on herself and is washing it off now."

"This red hair must have accidentally fallen into the noodle soup when Wu Siduo was making noodles." His narration was clear and logical, and every detail seemed to have been carefully considered, leaving no room for doubt.

Zheng Yiran nodded slightly, thoughtfully digesting the explanation. She felt that something was amiss; there seemed to be a faint, unsettling atmosphere in the air, but she couldn't quite put her finger on what was wrong.

However, trusting Nan Fusheng, she ultimately suppressed her doubts for the time being and did not pursue the matter further.

At this moment, there are still ten days until the martial arts contest to choose a husband.

……

The streets and alleys of Mingdu were filled with discussions about the martial arts contest to find a husband.

The image of Princess Gu Yuena, the Silver Dragon, appeared everywhere in the city in the form of photos and posters. These promotional materials, which carried mystery and charm, triggered a buying frenzy as soon as they were launched, and the sales speed was astonishing.

As the sole authorized distributor, Spirit Tower cleverly delegated the sales rights to numerous agents, reaping substantial profits in its business empire through this strategy.

This martial arts tournament for marriage demonstrated the Spirit Pagoda's remarkable operational acumen in terms of economic benefits. From the high-priced sale of broadcasting rights to the cascading revenue from ticket sales and registration fees, various income streams converged into a powerful flow.

More importantly, as the exclusive producer of artificial souls, the Spirit Pagoda is well-versed in cost control.

On the surface, the prizes prepared by the conference are priceless, especially the rewards centered around various spirits, which are given extremely high valuations in the market. However, in reality, the actual production cost of these spirits produced by the Spirit Pagoda is far lower than their displayed value.

Through this conference, the Spirit Pagoda not only solidified its position in the public sphere and established a positive image of valuing talent and recruiting capable individuals, but also achieved considerable profits in the economic sphere, making it a meticulously planned event that brought both fame and fortune.

Inside the Mingdu Soul Guide Train Station, a soft guiding light strip illuminated the VIP passage, through which a group of understated yet dignified figures steadily passed.

The young man at the head of the group had a handsome face and exuded a calm and reserved aura. He was none other than Tang Wulin in disguise.

The group boarded a high-end soul-guided vehicle and sped towards the city of Mingdu. Outside the car window, the image of Gu Yuena on a huge poster on the street was eye-catching and attracted the attention of passersby.

"This marriage contest held by the Spirit Pagoda is really making quite a stir." Xie Xie looked out the window at the overwhelming publicity campaign and couldn't help but exclaim in amazement, his tone filled with surprise and emotion.

He turned to the side and looked at Tang Wulin, whose expression was slightly solemn, and continued, "Captain, are you really going to participate in this martial arts contest to find a husband? That Miss Gu Yuena might not even be Gu Yue."

Tang Wulin frowned slightly, a hint of hesitation flashing in her eyes. After a brief silence, her gaze hardened again, and she said in a deep voice, "No, based on the current intelligence analysis, that Miss Gu Yuena must be related to Gu Yue and Na'er."

She paused, gathering her thoughts, and continued, "Don't forget, Gu Yue's teacher was none other than the Heavenly Phoenix Douluo. But according to the intelligence gathered by the Tang Sect, that Heavenly Phoenix Douluo only had one disciple, Gu Yue Na. If there was only one disciple, then where did Gu Yue go?"

"Moreover, her name contains the characters 'Gu Yue,' and her appearance is very similar to Na'er's, so she must have some close connection with them..."

Tang Wulin's speech gradually quickened, her thoughts racing. In fact, many clues had already been planted in her mind, but for a long time, she had been unwilling to face the possible truth, harboring a sliver of hope deep in her heart.

"Gu Yue, what exactly are you trying to do...?"

Tang Wulin muttered to himself, his gaze fixed on the huge promotional poster on the exterior wall of the Mingdu Building in the distance.

On the poster, Gu Yuena's cold and aloof face repeatedly overlaps with the image of Gu Yue in her memory, piercing her heart.

After the second opportunity to use Tang San's divine sense, although her father did not explain in detail, Tang Wulin had already vaguely sensed some bad possibilities through the conversation between the approaching silver figure and her father.

However, she subconsciously avoided that worst option. She couldn't believe that the bond between her and Gu Yue could be so easily abandoned.

She had already disregarded her personal safety by resolutely stepping onto the stage of the martial arts contest to find a husband; all she sought was an answer.

……

In the central square of Mingdu, a holographic soul guide screen continuously played promotional videos for the martial arts contest to find a husband, with dazzling lights and shadows intertwining to form a magnificent light screen.

Amidst the bustling crowd, a figure in deep blue stood quietly. The girl's delicate face was reflected on the flickering screen, her eyes gleaming with an indescribable, strange light.

Lan Fuzi stared at the image of Gu Yuena on the screen, the corners of her lips unconsciously turning up slightly, and murmured to herself, "Gu Yuena, is that her name?"

Her voice was soft, tinged with a hint of intoxication and fascination, "I never imagined that there could be such a beautiful and ethereal woman among humans."

The girl's gaze was fixed on that stunningly beautiful face, as if she were deeply attracted and unable to look away.

"A martial arts contest to find a husband?" Lan Fuzi's gaze swept across the screen as she read the introduction to the contest's rules and procedures, her mind racing. A strange impulse quietly grew within her, becoming increasingly intense.

After a moment of contemplation, her eyes suddenly hardened, and she made a bold decision in secret—she would participate in this martial arts contest to find a husband.

With this decision in mind, Lan Fuzi walked quickly towards the edge of the square and soon slipped into a public restroom.

The toilet was filled with a faint smell of disinfectant. Under the dim light, Lan Fuzi took out several rolls of bandages and a set of men's clothing.

after a while……

"Ah!!! There's a pervert!!!" A sharp female scream suddenly rang out in the toilet, followed by the sound of objects falling and crashing.

Lan Fuzi's expression changed, and before she could react, all sorts of debris rained down on her.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

In her panic, she awkwardly pushed open the bathroom door and stumbled out.

"Ouch! Ouch~ I was careless. I shouldn't have changed clothes in the bathroom." Lan Fuzi rubbed her head, which was throbbing from the blow, and muttered to herself in annoyance.

At this moment, she was completely different from the woman she had been just moments before; outwardly, she appeared to be a tall, imposing man. She looked around and muttered to herself, "This should be enough to fool them, right?"

But she underestimated the commotion caused by what had just happened.

"Sisters, it's that guy. He's clearly a man, yet he dares to brazenly walk into the women's restroom. Quickly arrest that pervert and take him to the security team!" An angry woman pointed at Lan Fuzi and shouted loudly.

The surrounding crowd immediately stirred, and hostile gazes were cast at Lan Fuzi.

Lan Fuzi's face turned deathly pale instantly, and she knew something was wrong. She could no longer care about anything else and turned to run out of the square.

(End of this chapter)