Douluo: Starting from the Nine-Curved Vine Dragon

Chapter 150 Legend of the Gods
At three o'clock in the morning, dusk was just beginning to fall.

On the outskirts of Tiandou City, there is a manor where the Pozhi clan lives.

In the classical and elegant living room, Yang Wudi, Dugu Bo, Meng Shu and several others were gathered here.

This was the first time such a late-night summons had taken place since their surrender.

Although they didn't know what mission they would be assigned during this call-up, they most likely believed the reason for the call-up was related to the meteor shower at midnight.

Meteor showers occur on the continent every dozens or hundreds of years. They are rare but not uncommon. They are recorded in the documents of all major sects and families, and there are more than one example.

However, the meteor shower that appears tonight is unusual.

The incomparable brilliance illuminated the night sky of the entire world, although it was only for a moment, but this kind of thing had never happened before.

What surprised them even more was that the trajectory of the meteor shower changed halfway, and the twenty-six meteors scattered in all directions and disappeared in the night sky in an instant, with no one knowing where they fell on the continent.

In a corner of the living room, everyone was sitting around a table.

The old butler Yu Yuan sat in the first seat and looked at everyone.

"Everyone, you should have seen the meteor shower at midnight."

Hearing this, everyone nodded in response.

Since they acquired Xuantian Gong, they rarely slept after nightfall, and instead practiced Xuantian Gong instead of sleeping.

This method of practice, which far surpasses meditation, still makes them addicted to it and unable to extricate themselves even after several months.

The soul power circulates in the twelve meridians along a unique trajectory. The balance and peace cultivated in Xuantian Gong constantly nourishes the meridians and the countless tiny hidden injuries on the body during the practice.

After several months of practice, with a strong foundation of soul power, each of them has opened up at least one of the eight extraordinary meridians.

After opening up the eight extraordinary meridians, the improvements in all aspects of the body made them more obsessed with practicing Xuantian Gong, simply because this method gave them hope of practicing to a higher level.

Compared to the concentration of meditation, practicing exercises can devote more mental energy to perceiving external situations.

When the meteor shower shone in the night sky at midnight, the bright and dazzling light naturally woke them up from their cultivation.

"Very good, I will make it short." The old butler relayed the young master's words to them concisely.

"Tonight's meteor shower is related to the gods, and it involves the inheritance of the gods."

"And your mission is to find them."

The inheritance of the gods? These four words exploded in everyone's mind like thunder. They all came from a family of soul masters, so they had naturally heard of the legend of becoming a god at level 100.

"Becoming a god after reaching level 100, but isn't this just a legend?" Yang Wudi, the most straightforward person among the crowd, asked the question in his mind.

"Could it be that there really are gods in this world?"

"Of course." Dugu Bo, who was sitting next to Yang Wudi, had a gleam in his eyes, as if he was recalling something.

"The ancestor of the Qian family lineage of the Wuhun Hall is a god who has achieved godhood at level 100."

"The inherited martial soul of the Qian family, the six-winged angel, is the god-level martial soul passed down by the angel god."

"In addition, the Qian family of the Spirit Hall has a complete set of soul bones called 'Angel God Suit'. The age of each piece is 99,999 years, which is only one year away from 100,000 years."

"Old Yang, why do you think the Spirit Hall is the most powerful force on the continent, and why all the successive popes of the Spirit Hall are from the Qian family?"

After Dugu Bo finished speaking, he thought of the current Pope of the Spirit Hall and added:
"Of course, Bibi Dong is an exception." The legend of becoming a god at level 100 was confirmed. Everyone else was amazed, except Yang Wudi.

Because of the hatred towards the Spirit Hall in his heart, Yang Wudi did not show any surprise on his face that the legend had been confirmed, but instead his face was full of resentment.

"The Spirit Hall has the inheritance of gods, and those meteors also contain the inheritance of gods."

"If we obtain the inheritance of the gods, we will have enough capital to compete with the Spirit Hall!"

"Mr. Yu, not only did the Lord know that the meteors contained the inheritance of the gods, but he also summoned us here overnight. Could it be that he knew the whereabouts of those meteors?"

Yang Wudi hurriedly finished his words, his tone mixed with hatred for the Spirit Hall and anticipation for the whereabouts of the divine inheritance.

Upon hearing this, the others all turned their eyes to the old butler.

Under the expectant gazes of everyone, the old butler shook his head slightly, then took out a white peony with several blood-red petals from the soul guide.

At this moment, the power of the god of love emanating from the white peony is no longer as strong as before, but the pure white color of the power is already clearly visible, making the white peony look even more ethereal.

The power of the god of love spread to everyone, and they suddenly felt as if they were in a warm and comfortable ocean of love.

Looking at the special white peony in front of him, Yang Wudi recognized its name the moment he saw it.

"This, this is... Acacia Heartbreak Red?"

"But, the white light released by this white peony? As far as I can remember, there is no record of it in the classics!"

There was a hint of doubt in Yang Wudi's tone of certainty. He was almost certain that the white peony in front of him was the Acacia Heartbreak Red, which was known as the king of fairy products. But he couldn't understand the pure white light no matter how hard he tried.

As the person involved was in the dark, Yang Wudi fell into a dead end of thinking, but the others were not. They all guessed that this white peony must be related to the inheritance of the gods.

"This white peony is called Acacia Heartbroken Red, and it is a fairy-quality herb." The old housekeeper held the stalk of the white peony and slowly explained to everyone:

"As a holy flower that symbolizes the purest and most sincere love, the power of the Acacia Heartbroken Red comes from the god of love."

"The little bit of Eros power hidden in the Acacia Heartbreak Red was awakened by tonight's meteor shower. The pure white light outside the White Peony is the power of Eros."

"With the guidance of the power of the God of Love, you can find the inheritance of the God of Love by holding this white peony."

Afterwards, the old butler handed the white peony in his hand to Yang Wudi in front of everyone present.

"Patriarch Yang, you are proficient in pharmacology and have sufficient knowledge of immortal products."

"The task of finding the inheritance of the God of Love is left to you."

Yang Wudi took the white peony, and his obsession and enthusiasm for the herb immediately suppressed his hatred towards the Spirit Hall.

"Please tell Mr. Yu that Yang promises to complete the task."

After getting it, the light weight of the white peony made him look down. The area below the rhizome was bare, and the Wu Jue Stone recorded in the ancient books was nowhere to be seen.

Only blood containing the purest and most sincere love can make the Acacia Heartbreak Red fall off the Wu Jue Stone. Now there is no Wu Jue Stone under the roots of the White Peony, which means that this fairy product has recognized its master.

"With the purest and most sincere love, who could have picked the Acacia Heartbreak Red from the Black Stone?"

"Is it that gentleman? Or is it this old butler in front of us?"

(End of this chapter)