Douluo: The Holy Radiance of the Dragon King

Chapter 255 The Wind Rises Again: Zhang Huanyun is Incompetent, I Must Step Forward! Eradicating the Legion's Problems, the Blood God Camp is in Turmoil

"Such terrifying killing intent! I've never seen anything like it in all my years with the Blood God Legion."

Feng Zaixing paid homage to his ancestors, and Long Yuxue followed at a distance of three zhang. Even so, she was startled by the sudden chill emanating from him.

She hurriedly took ten steps back, took a few deep breaths to calm her racing heart, and said from afar, "Father asked me to tell you that the Abyss powerhouse who killed your father and mother was the Scythe Emperor, ranked fifth in the Abyss Plane. He was skilled in speed and spatial abilities, and his sharp forepaws were comparable in strength to divine artifacts."

"Understood. We'll catch him here and nail him to the ground sooner or later!"

Feng Zaixing responded, squatted down like an ordinary person, and stroked his parents' epitaph, a gentle expression appearing on his face that was hard for ordinary people to imagine.

Behind the gentle gaze, a chilling murderous aura surged forth.

The fifth-ranked Scythe Emperor in the Abyss? He's a worthy opponent who can give me serious consideration. I hope you have the guts to come out and stop hiding in the Abyss dimension.

Of course, it doesn't matter if you just stay there; I've been wanting to charge in and try it for a while now.

Long Yuxue gazed at Feng Zaixing in the distance. This man was young but had a strong presence. His every move revealed a calm and composed demeanor, which stemmed from his absolute confidence in his own strength and his years of experience in war. It was something that others could hardly imitate.

"You're clearly younger than me, yet your achievements leave me far behind. Have you been desperately cultivating yourself all these years while consumed by hatred and longing?"

Long Yuxue muttered to herself that because Feng Zaixing had been so good at causing trouble in previous years, the Blood God Legion had passively witnessed his growth step by step, which could be described as progressing by leaps and bounds and cultivating at lightning speed.

For members of the Holy Spirit Cult, seeing his Heavenly Sacred Sword was like an ordinary Soul Master seeing the Underworld Emperor's Underworld Sword.

But that was only an achievement in the realm of Soul Masters.

I was surprised to learn today that he is a master craftsman, which sets a new record for a side job. Who knows how much hard work he put in to get to where he is today?

"It's a pity that I can't seem to help much on the battlefield. I can only do my job as a special agent." Long Yuxue felt powerless, but this only fueled her determination to strive harder.

At this moment, Feng Zaixing seemed to have said everything on his mind. He patted his sleeves, stood up, bowed deeply to the tombs, and then turned to call out to Long Yuxue.

"It seems the Blood God Legion has been taking care of these tombstones all along, which is good; they haven't forgotten their roots."

Long Yuxue quickly followed General Feng's steps and said in a serious tone, "Of course! Our Special Operations Department has always arranged for people to guard the tombstone. We can't let heroes not rest in peace after death."

"Well said."

Feng Zaixing nodded slightly, closed his eyes slightly, and slowly opened them, saying, "Please help me compile a list of heroes from all the heroic families over the past hundred years. The Federation is only taking care of the Blood God's orphans within three generations; this is not enough."

Long Yuxue stopped in surprise and asked, "You mean—"

"Within five generations, I, Feng Zaixing, will do my best to take care of all those who are of good character. Those who wish to live a simple life will be given the most suitable employment opportunities and social security; those who wish to become Soul Masters will be given the best educational resources; and those who wish to come and guard the border will be provided with all the resources to become Three-Word Battle Armor Masters."

Feng Zaixing spoke slowly, smiled at the clear, mirror-like sky, and turned back to say in a low voice, "This is the path I came from. I, Feng Zaixing, cannot be an ungrateful person; now that I have grown strong, I shall protect the descendants of the heroes and martyrs of the world."

"I don't ask them to repay me, but being able to do something is the best comfort to my heart."

His voice wasn't loud, but his tone was firm. Long Yuxue was mesmerized by his words. The resources needed to help so many people were astronomical. Feng Zaixing was practically bathed in holy light at that moment.

"General Feng," Long Yuxue said solemnly, "you are the leader I have ever met who cares most for his soldiers!"

Feng Zaixing chuckled and waved his hand, saying, "Don't overestimate me. I'm not here to give away money for nothing. I also need to rectify military discipline and deal with some bad practices."

"Improving military discipline?"

Long Yuxue felt a chill run down her neck and whispered, "Our Blood God Legion shouldn't have any cowards who fear death—"

"It's not about being afraid of death, but from what I understand, because the Blood God Legion doesn't pay its soldiers, the new recruits are so poor they have to borrow money from veterans for food, and at 100% monthly interest!"

"This kind of usury is practically forcing new recruits to their deaths on the battlefield! I even know of new recruits who have to serve veterans like slaves. How can this be allowed?"

"I just don't understand how Zhang Huanyun and his former corps commanders managed to be in power. How come they didn't even have the guts to bang on the table and demand military funding from the council! They've allowed this kind of lousy practice to be passed down from generation to generation. Does he really think this stupid system can motivate fighting spirit? It's utterly outrageous!"

"Otherwise, why would I have been so rude to him? They are incompetent, so I had no choice but to personally go and demand payment from the council!"

Feng Zaixing grew angrier as he spoke, smashing a mound about ten meters high with a single palm strike. He glanced at Long Yuxue and laughed, "Tell me honestly, did you do this?"

Long Yuxue felt a chill run down her spine and her scalp tingled. Not daring to hide anything from those eyes, she immediately raised her hands in surrender: "Yes, but my monthly interest rate is only thirty percent, which is definitely the lowest in the entire legion. Please, General, understand."

"A 30% monthly interest rate would be deadly high even outside, and you're saying this is the most conscientious in the entire legion? It's simply—"

Feng Zaixing's lips twitched uncontrollably as he listened, and he was speechless for a moment.

Enraged, he roared, "You bastard, who made this bullshit system? I'm going to tear down their ancestral graves!"

Long Yuxue whispered, "It is said that it was jointly formulated by a legion commander from Shrek Academy and Xue Yi from the Blood God Camp, who came from the Tang Sect, thousands of years ago."

"They abolished the military pay system and instead used federal funds to purchase and develop new weapons, believing that this was the best way to improve combat effectiveness; it was difficult for successors to overturn this, and so this situation has been formed generation after generation."

"I heard privately that the legion commander was a work-study student at Shrek Academy. Shrek Academy's work-study system is like that; you don't get paid for the work, which is the best way to cultivate a strong will to endure hardship."

Feng Zaixing rolled his eyes, surprised but not surprised: "It's them again—why do they all like to get soaked in the rain and tear off other people's umbrellas? They seem to have inherited this trait from their ancestors."

"Cultivating a spirit of hardship? Humph! It's practically forcing people to endure hardship without any real suffering. It's driving normal people crazy!

"Alright!" Feng Zaixing pondered for a moment, then turned serious and spoke to Long Yuxue in a deep voice, exuding domineering aura: "Tomorrow, after I have dealt with all the dissenting voices, I will convene a meeting of the entire legion to completely eradicate this bad habit. You can now inform the soldiers you are on good terms with to deal with any loan sharks who have usurious loans. They can have whatever principal they want, but you must eliminate the exorbitant interest, with a maximum annual interest rate of no more than five percent."

"The Federation has its own military budget. If it's not enough, they'll ask the legislature. If they're short of money, let them rob Zhang Huanyun or your father. Blame them for their incompetence! All of you, stop drinking the blood of the new recruits. They don't have to do it. I'll release a huge amount of interest-free loans tomorrow. I just made a bunch of useless merit points from Zhang Huanyun and his gang."

"Those bastards from the Blood God Legion's ancestors, their outdated customs and practices were actually left for me, an outsider general, to deal with!"

Long Yuxue readily agreed and immediately stated that she would clear all the loans she had on hand.

It's a pity that the extra income that countless veterans were once proud of has been cut off.

She herself didn't care much, after all, she came from a special background.

But what's with this feeling of your heart fluttering? It's so alluring.

Long Yuxue's beautiful eyes rippled with emotion; she found Feng Zaixing's demeanor incredibly charming.

Blood God Camp.

Mu Ye swaggered out of seclusion, only to find a group of people blocking his door. He chuckled and said, "Why are you all here? There's no need to go to such lengths if you miss my cooking."

"It's not about food. Your disciple has arrived and declared that he wants to challenge our entire Blood God Camp."

Ao Rui said somewhat dejectedly.

"My disciple is here? Which disciple is here?" Mu Ye's eyes gleamed.

"My eldest and second disciples have both arrived."

Mo Zihong strummed the strings of his zither with an elegant and otherworldly demeanor, and said without even raising his eyes, "Zhang Huanyun sent a message that your second disciple is incredibly skilled and will fight a decisive battle tomorrow. If our Blood God Camp is defeated or dares not engage in battle, we will all be under his command from now on."

Chen Xinyun, the younger brother of Chen Xinjie, sneered: "Boss, your disciple is very capable. He brought a large sum of military funds, and the Blood God Legion has already unanimously approved it."

Original Blood Eight and current Blood Nine stood silently in the corner, as soldiers who had been brought in to make up the numbers, and dared not express their opinions.

"Oh." Makino calmly replied, then asked, "Besides you, what is the attitude of the other four people?"

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"The two from Shrek Academy were naturally not in a good mood. They were very upset, especially Yun Lan, Yun Ming's cousin. She believed that Feng Zaixing was the culprit who forced Shrek Academy to leave Douluo Continent."

Ao Rui said, "Those two from the Spirit Pagoda are the most spineless. They were the first to kneel down, saying that even their Pagoda Master has to show respect to your disciple."

"That's right." Makino's mouth stretched to his ears in a wide grin, then he quickly composed himself and looked at the four of them, saying:

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"You guys are defiant, but do you think you can beat him?"

"Perhaps we can give it a try."

Mo Zihong spoke, his eyes deep and unfathomable. He and Ao Rui possessed the Martial Soul Fusion Skill Hao Ri Tian Qin, and when they activated it together, even Chen Xinjie could hold their own for a period of time. Ordinary extreme powerhouses would be no match for them.

"Then give it a try. If you win, he'll become your lackey; if you lose, you'd better shut up."

Makino waved his hand, indicating that it was nothing.

Chen Xinyun couldn't sit still any longer and retorted, "Don't you have any ideas? Don't you want to teach him a lesson?"

Makino chuckled and shrugged, saying, "I'm too old for this, and he's not bold enough to challenge me, is he?"

After thinking for a moment, he added, "However, if necessary, I'd also like to test his skills tomorrow."

"That's enough for me."

The four Blood Gods rose to take their leave and went back to make their own preparations.

"Hey? You're leaving already? I was just about to cook."

Makino deliberately waited until the four of them were far away before calling out, his eyes darting around as if he were looking at an idiot.

"That brat dared to come to the Blood God Legion, so he must not be afraid of me suppressing him. I would be a fool to go with you to deal with him."

"With our ancestors above us, Mu Ye's skill in taking on disciples is unparalleled for thousands of years."