Douluo Dalu: Immortal Dragon Clan

"Acheng, you've gone too far this time, doing this right in front of them." Long Yaoqing said with displeasure, his eyes fixed on Tian Mucheng. Acheng's actions today were far too reckless.

Tian Mucheng listened to Long Yaoqing's reproach but did not refute it. He simply nodded slightly, his tone tinged with regret: "I was too hasty today."

He was so focused on making the dragon soul exhibit two properties that he completely ignored his surroundings.

Now, it's one thing for the other clones to be exposed, but he absolutely cannot be detected by Tang San.

Seeing Tian Mucheng sincerely admit his mistake, Long Yaoyan, who originally wanted to criticize him, opened his mouth but ultimately swallowed his words. Since the other party had already admitted his mistake, it would seem rather cold-hearted for him to speak again.

"It's good that you understand." Long Yaoqing nodded, then turned his gaze to the two men a few years younger than him behind Tian Mucheng and asked, "Aren't you going to introduce them?"

Tianmu Cheng also turned around and looked at the two boys and girls who were about the same age as Huo Yuhao.

The boy had long, jet-black hair, wore a white-based outfit, and had eyes that shone like dazzling diamonds. His features were gentle and refined, making him instantly likable. He was a male version of Wen Yu (a legendary jade connoisseur).

The girl beside him had predominantly white hair, and a long black dress accentuated her graceful figure.

She had obsidian-like eyes and exuded an aura like a beautiful angel fallen into darkness, both captivating and dangerous. Wen Yu carefully concealed her inner madness, while this girl openly displayed everything.

Tian Mucheng thought to himself that perhaps only he could suppress this clone.

"Yo! Ah Cheng, nice to meet you!" The white-haired little girl skipped and hopped up to Tian Mucheng, her eyes revealing both childlike innocence and a dangerous glint.

At this moment, the black-haired boy also stepped forward and respectfully bowed, saying, "Greetings, sir!"

Tian Mucheng looked at the two people with very different personalities with curiosity and asked, "Why don't you two introduce yourselves?"

"Aren't you going to name us?" The white-haired little girl stood with her hands on her hips, glaring angrily at Tian Mucheng. "You named all the other clones, why won't you name ours?"

"That little sister, the adults might..." the black-haired boy tried to smooth things over.

"Shut up!" The white-haired little girl glared at him angrily, then turned her gaze to Tian Mucheng. "Give me an explanation! Otherwise, I'll cry, make a scene, and threaten to hang myself."

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In the distance, Long Yaoqing and Long Yaoyan almost burst out laughing when they heard this.

They hadn't expected that, besides Mo Yan and Lei Ze, another troublemaker would appear, and they didn't know how A Cheng would deal with this situation.

"Sigh~" Tian Mucheng sighed helplessly. He thought the clones would be more reliable, but they were all more outrageous than the last. "I don't want to take it, you take it!"

The white-haired little girl remained silent, simply standing there quietly, a hint of cunning in her eyes.

"Waaah... Don't you have any conscience?" The white-haired little girl suddenly switched to crying mode, sobbing and screaming as she lay down on the ground, rolling around incessantly, crying so pitifully.

Seeing this, the black-haired boy beside him looked flustered and hurriedly apologized to Tian Mucheng: "I'm sorry, sir, my sister has a bit of a mental disability."

"Shut up, you useless brother!" the white-haired little girl shouted angrily, and without hesitation took off her shoes and threw them away.

With a sharp "smack," the shoe struck the black-haired boy squarely on the head, forcing him to shut up.

Witnessing this farce, Tianmu Cheng was momentarily speechless. He secretly thought that perhaps sending these two clowns to Mo Yan as soon as possible would be the best course of action, letting Mo Yan also experience what it's like to be tormented. Mo Yan: 6
"Alright~" Tian Mucheng sighed again. After all, he had created these guys himself. After thinking it over, Wen Yu was still the most obedient and sensible, and even knew how to name himself.

The white-haired little girl, who had been crying, stopped crying instantly when she heard that Tian Mucheng was going to name her. She sat up straight obediently, a triumphant smile on her face, and waited expectantly for him to bestow a name upon her.

Seeing this, the black-haired boy followed suit, sitting up straight with his eyes full of anticipation, clearly hoping that Tianmucheng could give him a good name.

Seeing the two guys in front of him instantly become obedient, Tian Mucheng's lips twitched a few times. The speed at which they changed their expressions was comparable to that guy Mo Yan, no, it should be said that the student surpassed the teacher!

“Your name is Jian Sheng,” Tian Mucheng said, pointing directly at the boy. Then he turned his gaze to the white-haired little girl, “Your name is Duan Zui.”

The black-haired boy looked utterly bewildered, as if three question marks were floating above his head: "???"

The white-haired loli also widened her eyes, showing the same confused expression: "???"

"No way, buddy, this isn't naming a child, it's so outrageous!" The two of them snapped out of their daze and couldn't help but complain. At that moment, their brains seemed to have frozen, completely stunned by this peculiar name.

"Pfft~ Hahahaha." Long Yaoyan, who was standing at a distance, could no longer hold back and burst into laughter, clutching her stomach. As she laughed, she pointed at Tian Mucheng and shouted, "Acheng, if you don't know how to name someone, don't force it. This name is too bizarre!"

Tian Mucheng turned around, a smile on his face, and said slowly, "Then you do it?"

“OK!” Long Yaoyan readily agreed, and confidently continued, “Calling them Xiao Hei or Xiao Bai is fine, simple and easy to remember!”

"Get lost!" the black-haired boy and the white-haired girl roared in unison, their eyes filled with disdain. What kind of name is that? It's so perfunctory!
Seeing that her younger sister was still spouting nonsense, Long Yaoqing rushed forward and pulled her aside. She looked helpless, afraid that her sister would continue to embarrass herself. After all, her naming skills were even more "outrageous" than Acheng's.

"Ugh~" Long Yaoyan wanted to retort, but his sister quickly covered his mouth, making him unable to make a sound.

"Hoo~" The white-haired loli exhaled a breath of stale air. It seemed that it was better to rely on herself than on others. She clenched her fists, a determined glint in her eyes: "From now on, I will be called Judgment White Feather!"

The young man in black robes nodded slightly, his tone indifferent: "My name is Jian Shenghei." These five short words perfectly reflected his personality, concise to the point of being stubborn.

Bai Yu, like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, jumped back to create distance, her almond-shaped eyes wide open: "Your name is so perfunctory! It has no aesthetic appeal at all!"

Hei remained silent, only the faint white dragon phantom beneath his shadow swayed gently, as if silently refuting him.

Tian Mucheng nodded, a subtle smile playing on his lips: "Speaking of which, your martial soul attributes seem to be the opposite of your names. Hei's martial soul is the Ancient Dragon of Appraisal, which is entirely silver-white; while Bai Yu's Ancient Dragon of Judgment is covered in black scales."

"Then you take it?" Bai Yu crossed her arms and turned her head to the side in a huff.

Tian Mucheng quickly waved his hand: "No, no, you should decide for yourselves."

In the corner, Long Yaoyan quietly sidled up to his sister Long Yaoqing and whispered, "Sis, if we send those two to Mo Yan, I bet Mo Yan will explode in three seconds!"

Long Yaoqing raised his hand and lightly tapped his sister's head, saying coldly, "Behave yourself and don't talk too much while watching the show."

"Okay, I understand."

(End of this chapter)