Douluo Continent: I ushered in this era

Chu Ci smiled slightly, "This is what Senior Feng Wuyu told me when we were drinking and chatting a few days ago."

Zhuoshi slammed his hand on the tea table, his expression furious. "That old man, he's so outspoken, he says whatever comes to mind."

After scolding Feng Wuyu, Zhuoshi's expression returned to calm. After considering for a moment, he said, "I'll prepare the things on this today, and you can come and pick them up tomorrow, how about that?"

Chu Ci immediately beamed, "Okay, Grandmaster, what are your requirements for the soul weapon?"

Today, Chu Ci has come to Poseidon Island to discuss the matter of reforging the three-word battle armor of the turbid world into a soul weapon.

After all, Zhuoshi was his grandmaster, and Wu Changkong also hoped that he could give Zhuoshi a chance. In addition, Shrek Academy had been tricked by him and needed to be appeased. So Chu Ci went with the flow and agreed to forge a soul weapon for Zhuoshi.

Of course, forging soul weapons is acceptable, but the reward cannot be small. To this end, Chu Ci invited Feng Wuyu for drinks under the pretext of discussing soul weapons, and managed to get a fairly good understanding of Zhuo Shi's collection and the storage situation of rare metals in Shrek Academy.

This time, Shrek Academy also agreed to cover part of the compensation for Zhuoshi, so Zhuoshi readily agreed.

"Try to design the Soul Weapon to be a heavy weapon like a spear, something I can handle better," Zhuo Shi said.

Chu Ci already had an idea in mind, "No problem, Grandmaster."

After the negotiations ended, Chu Ci and Zhuo Shi walked out of the pavilion side by side, chatting about cultivation as they went.

The next stage of Chu Ci's cultivation is to break through to the Soul Saint realm. In this era, Soul Masters need to condense a Soul Core when breaking through to the Soul Saint realm.

Since returning from the Star Luo Continent, Chu Ci has been preparing to slowly condense his soul core. He is now asking Zhuo Shi about some precautions for condensing the soul core.

"The soul core condensed at the Soul Saint stage can greatly enhance the power of the Martial Soul True Body and extend its lifespan. Therefore, I highly recommend that you condense your soul power core for the first time. This will result in a qualitative leap in your soul power," Zhuo Shi advised.

"This junior understands." Chu Ci listened quietly to Zhuo Shi's experience in soul core condensation, his head bowed.

As soon as Chu Ci stepped out of the pavilion, he saw Na'er standing outside.

"Brother!" Na'er ran over and hugged Chu Ci's arm tightly, then greeted Zhuo Shi obediently.

Greetings, Elder Zhuoshi.

Chapter 232 Undercurrents, the Cheng Family in Peril

Zhuoshi smiled kindly, "Hello, Na'er, you've come to see your brother again."

Na'er hugged Chu Ci's arm tightly and nodded vigorously.

Chu Ci smiled gently, and just as he was about to say something, a man passing by the pavilion caught his attention.

Guo Xiaoxu, the head of Tangmen headquarters, was recognized by Chu Ci at a glance.

What is he here for? A hint of doubt flashed in Chu Ci's eyes.

Guo Xiaoxu noticed Zhuoshi's figure and nodded slightly in greeting, "Elder Zhuoshi."

Watching Guo Xiaoxu's hurried departure, Zhuoshi couldn't help but sigh, "These are turbulent times!"

Na'er nodded blankly and said in a clear voice, "I've seen this uncle before. He seems to be from the Tang Clan. What is he doing on Seagod Island?"

Zhuo Shi thought for a moment, then said in a low voice without hiding anything, "Recently, many of the Tang Clan's internal secrets have been leaked for some unknown reason. Their higher-ups suspect that there is a mole hiding in an important position within the sect. They want to conduct an internal investigation, but all the strong people they can trust have been sent to deal with the consequences of the leak. So he came here to ask Shrek Academy for help, hoping that we can send people to assist them in completing their internal investigation."

"The Tang Clan is currently in a state of panic, with everyone feeling insecure."

Upon hearing this, Chu Ci secretly raised the corners of his mouth, unnoticed by the corrupt world.

It seems the plan is progressing smoothly, so we can proceed with the next step.

Chu Ci spent some time with Na'er on Poseidon Island. After returning to his dormitory, he locked the door, set up the level-nine soul-guided detector, and then went to the workbench, gently placing his palm on it.

The workbench lights up, countless data streams flow across it, and a large screen is projected onto it.

Chu Ci pulled over a chair, sat comfortably on it, put his feet up on the table, and then dialed a number.

Two or three seconds later, a deep voice came from the screen's speaker, "Hello."

Chu Ci said jokingly, "Hello, Mr. Cheng, how have you been doing at the Spirit Pagoda lately? Have you been promoted anytime soon?"

Meanwhile, in a room at the Spirit Tower headquarters, a middle-aged man suddenly clenched his fist over his phone and said in a low voice, "Is there something you need? If you're just here to ask about my recent situation, then there's no need to continue this conversation."

"Heh, Mr. Cheng, I really don't like your tone!" Chu Ci narrowed his eyes and said in a gloomy tone.

“If I don’t like it, who knows what will happen to your Cheng family.”

"What do you think, Mr. Cheng Fangjun?"

The middle-aged man on the other end of the phone was none other than Cheng Fangjun, the next head of the Cheng family, a staunch supporter of the Cheng family through the "Eternal East Wind" project.

Cheng Fangjun gritted his teeth, his phone creaking under his grip, and forced out a sentence, "Mr. Tang Wei, may I ask what business you have with me?"

Tang Wei is a false identity fabricated by Chu Ci. How could one not create several false identities when doing bad things outside?

Chu Ci then said with satisfaction, "Isn't that right? Here, let me send you something to look at."

A document was instantly sent to Cheng Fangjun's phone. After opening and glancing at it, Cheng Fangjun was shocked and asked in a trembling voice, "What do you want me to do?"

Chu Ci said, word by word, "Give this document to Qian Gu Dong Feng, find out when they will make their next move, and tell me."

Cheng Fangjun was barely able to suppress his fear. He forced back the urge to shout and whispered, "If we are found out about betraying Qian Gu Dong Feng's whereabouts, my family and I will be finished."

"That's easy, just don't let the eternal east wind find out," Chu Ci said casually.

Cheng Fangjun gripped the corner of the table tightly with his other hand and said in a trembling voice, "No, I can't do it."

"Then I'll give Qian Gu Dongfeng the recordings of you selling out information about the Spirit Pagoda during the previous intelligence transactions. How do you think he'll view you as a traitor to the Spirit Pagoda?" Chu Ci said calmly.

Crack! The table corner snapped. Cheng Fangjun crushed the corner in his hand into pieces and growled, "You threatened me!"

"That's right, if you want to get off my ship, there's no other way but to die." Chu Ci's devilish voice rang in Cheng Fangjun's ears.

"Moreover, without my intelligence, your Cheng family would have been eliminated by Qian Gu Dong Feng long ago because they had lost their usefulness. Even if I didn't hand over the recording to Qian Gu Dong Feng, your Cheng family would still be doomed."

"After all, your Cheng family knows a lot of dirty secrets about ancient families."

“But…but…” Cheng Fangjun’s lips trembled, and he couldn’t even speak.

Chu Ci comforted him, "Mr. Cheng, I believe in you. The fact that you can fabricate a spy that doesn't exist in the Tang Clan shows that you are capable enough. So, after finding out about the operation, tell me through this number."

"And another thing," Chu Ci's voice turned cold, "don't try anything funny. You know my abilities; you can't hide anything from me."

The call abruptly ended, and Cheng Fangjun slumped helplessly into his chair, closing his eyes as he involuntarily recalled the scene when he first met Tang Wei.

In Cheng Que's office, the head of the Cheng family, Cheng Fangjun said sadly, "Dad, is there really no way to turn things around?"

Cheng Que looked dejected and said, "No, all the Cheng family members in key positions at the Spirit Pagoda have been removed. The Cheng family is no longer of any value."

Cheng Fangjun's eyes revealed fear. He naturally knew what fate awaited a family that had lost its value in the hands of the ruthless Qian Gu Dong Feng.

Cheng Que sighed, "I'll find a way to send those younger generation out so that a seed of life can be preserved for my Cheng family."

Cheng Fangjun returned to his office listlessly, his steps heavy.

"Who!" Cheng Fangjun suddenly noticed a person dressed in a black robe and wearing a fang mask sitting behind his desk in his room, with another person shrouded in black mist standing next to him.

Cheng Fangjun's expression changed drastically. Just as he was about to retreat, an immense pressure descended upon him, rendering him unable to move his limbs or even speak.

The person wearing a fang mask spoke in a distinctly processed male voice.

“Master Cheng, I have been waiting for you for a long time. Please come and have a seat.”

Cheng Fangjun immediately felt the pressure disappear, but he still dared not make any rash moves. Just from that first encounter, he was certain that the Soul Master shrouded in black mist was likely a Limit Douluo who could kill him, a Soul Douluo, with a flick of his wrist.

The man in the fanged mask raised his chin slightly, gesturing for Cheng Fangjun to sit down. Cheng Fangjun took a deep breath and pretended to be calm as he sat down opposite him.

"May I ask your name? And what brings you here?" Cheng Fangjun asked respectfully.

The man with the fanged mask said calmly, "You can call me Tang Wei. I'm here to discuss a collaboration with Mr. Cheng, a collaboration that could bring the Cheng family back from the brink of collapse."

Tang Wei, also known as Chu Ci, took out a document and handed it to Cheng Fangjun.

Chapter 233, The Deal with Cheng Fangjun, Little Divine Dragon Shenyue

Cheng Fangjun took the document with suspicion and began to read it. As he flipped through the pages, his breathing became more and more rapid, and his hand holding the document began to tremble.

"This is...this is a secret of the Tang Clan, how did you get it?"

"No, your surname is Tang, you're from the Tang Clan!" Cheng Fangjun exclaimed in shock, his eyes wide.

Chu Ci held up a finger and shook it. "No, no, no, if I were a member of the Tang Clan, I wouldn't have shown you this information."

"How about it? Do you want to cooperate with me? If you cooperate with me, I will tell you a constant stream of Tang Clan secrets."

"As long as you have enough of the Tang Clan's secrets, the Cheng family's value will be irreplaceable, and you will naturally have no worries under Qian Gu Dong Feng's control."

The Chu Ci, like a devil's whisper, reached Cheng Fangjun's ears unstoppably.

"...As long as you behave and cooperate with me, all these Tang Clan secrets will be yours."

Cheng Fangjun pursed his lips tightly. He knew absolutely nothing about the background of this man named Tang Wei, and cooperating with him was tantamount to asking a tiger for its skin.

But he had no choice. The Cheng family, whose next head was not even a Title Douluo, was not worthy of being a weapon in the hands of the Qian Gu family. And with Qian Gu Dongfeng's ruthlessness, he would definitely break the rusty weapon completely to prevent it from being discarded and then used against him.

Cheng Fangjun had been handling dirty business for Qian Gu Dongfeng for many years and knew how much he hated and feared the Tang Clan. If he could obtain the Tang Clan's secrets, he would definitely be highly valued by Qian Gu Dongfeng, and the Cheng family would naturally be able to turn their fortunes around.

"A wise decision!" Chu Ci smiled as he looked at Cheng Fangjun, who had agreed and lowered his head, from beneath his fanged mask.

"The intelligence and my request will appear on your phone. Please check your messages."

"Also, don't do anything underhanded, or who knows what problems might arise for your people."

Chu Ci patted Cheng Fangjun on the shoulder, while Di Tian, ​​hidden in the black mist beside him, released some pressure to warn Cheng Fangjun.

After Di Tian used spatial teleportation to take Chu Ci away, Cheng Fangjun slowly raised his head, revealing a forehead covered in cold sweat. He tightly gripped the documents in his hand, his emotions extremely complicated.

After a long while, Cheng Fangjun got up to find the family head, Cheng Que. He wanted to have a good discussion with Cheng Que, partly to confirm the authenticity of the intelligence, and partly to develop a reasonable process for obtaining intelligence from the Tang Clan.

……

Back to the present, Chu Ci turned off the screen, a wicked smile playing on his lips. Now, all he had to do was wait for the snipe and the clam to fight, so he could reap the benefits.

That evening, Chu Ci's phone beeped with a message notification. He opened it and saw a message from Gu Yue.

Chu Ci's eyes lit up, and he quickly took out the silver key to enter the Realm of Ciyue.

Upon entering, Chu Ci saw Gu Yue, who had been waiting for a long time.

"How is it, Gu Yue?" Chu Ci asked.

Gu Yue smiled gently, raised her hand, and the Dragon God's core, which resembled the sun in the Realm of Resignation, shone with dazzling light, from which a dragon head covered with seven-colored dragon scales emerged.

The dragon head looked around, and when it saw Gu Yue, its eyes lit up. It couldn't wait to burst out of the core of the dragon god. With a flash of silver light, a small dragon with seven-colored scales all over its body crashed into Gu Yue's arms.