Douluo: The Holy Radiance of the Dragon King

Chapter 295 Huo Yuhao, you caused our sect's secret manual to be lost for ten thousand years, give us an explanation!

When Leng Yaozhu bathed, burned incense, changed into a bathrobe, and came out again, the warm sun was already about to set.

Feng Zaixing silently looked at Leng Yaozhu, who had an embarrassed smile on her face, and said, "Six hours... Is the process of worshipping ancestors at your Spirit Pagoda really that complicated?"

"Sorry, bathing and burning incense are things that can't be rushed—"

Leng Yaozhu blushed and said a bunch of incomprehensible things like "worshiping living ancestors is a once-in-a-millennium event and must be done solemnly" and "you are not the master of the Spirit Pagoda, you don't understand the sense of ritual." She didn't mention that she had been washing for too long by some strange impulse and almost fell asleep.

Feng Zaixing chuckled: "It's alright, I'm not in a hurry. I knew you'd drag it out, so I slept for five and a half hours."

"I understand the importance of rituals, after all, I only recently took over the position of Hall Master Chen, so in terms of status, I am on equal footing with you."

"But don't worry, our Temple of War doesn't have many ancestors to worship. If we invite you to a ceremony someday, it won't take up your time, because I don't like complicated ceremonies."

Leng Yaozhu's smile froze: "————"

Alright, alright, I took a long time to take a shower, but you're just as long. You truly deserve to be the strongest in our Douluo Continent.

At this moment, Leng Yaozhu really wanted to tear apart Feng Zaixing's handsome face. She only realized today that when this person wasn't talking about serious matters, a few casual words could choke someone to death.

"Damn it, why didn't Gu Yue tell her, her teacher, before?" Leng Yaozhu thought with some frustration.

"Your Majesty, what are you daydreaming about? How can you be so distracted during such a solemn event as the ancestral worship ceremony?"

Feng Zaixing solemnly reprimanded the derelict leaders of the Spirit Pagoda for failing in their duties.

"Thank you for the reminder, Lord of the War God Temple."

Leng Yaozhu gritted her teeth and uttered these words slowly and deliberately, then quickly began the ancestral worship ceremony.

At the same time, he thought to himself that he must make Gu Yue get things done with you. He wanted to see how Gu Yue would address him as an elder in the future.

"You're welcome, you're welcome. I hope the ancestral worship will be effective. I think your Ancestor Lingbing's eyes are quite expressive, and I'd like to take another look."

Feng Zaixing smiled modestly, expressing his admiration for Huo Yuhao's eyes.

Leng Yaozhu pretended not to hear, thinking to herself that children are indeed different when they grow up, and they are not serious at all when talking about friendships with their peers.

After offering incense, Leng Yaozhu delivered a passionate speech, reciting a complex ancestral worship incantation with great intonation, which made Feng Zaixing want to fall asleep.

It's not that I look down on Leng Yaozhu and the Spirit Pagoda's writers' literary talent, but mainly it's that they embellished the lives of their ancestors with far too much detail: things like "possessing extraordinary talent at a young age, gaining the recognition of a million-year-old soul beast among thousands of soul masters," "a legendary figure from childhood, a tiger cub from a military family," "born a peerless genius, already at the Spirit Sea Realm at six years old," "born with a destiny to the far north" —

The barrage of praise made Feng Zaixing, who had read the original book, feel very out of place. He wanted to say that your ancestors were not as amazing as you described. What you are talking about is not a genius soul master, but a conceptual god that does not exist in reality.

Suddenly, Feng Zaixing felt he understood why the strength of each family's ancestors in things like the "Gate of Heroes" was so abnormal.

Furthermore, your ancestors had a connection with the far north. I've noticed that your descendants in the Spirit Pagoda have never been polite when they've attacked. The far north is now literally a desolate wasteland, with very few spirit beasts left. Thousand-year spirit beasts are almost extinct, and only hundred-year and ten-year spirit beasts are still relatively plentiful.

The Ice and Snow Maiden is unique, needless to say. The Ice Emperor's Ice Jade Scorpion Clan and the Titan Snow Demon King's Titan Snow Demon Clan have both been physically wiped out. The Ice Bear King's Ice Bear Clan has occasional remnants, known as a wonder of the far north, and is on par with the soul beasts of the Star Dou Sightseeing Park.

What left Feng Zaixing speechless was that Leng Yaozhu spoke at length for over ten minutes, including three kowtows, but Huo Yuhao's statue remained completely unresponsive.

An awkward silence fell over the room.

A few minutes later, Feng Zaixing whispered to Leng Yaozhu, who was still kneeling on the ground, "Why don't you get up first? The ground is cold, and who knows if your ancestor can hear you or not."

Upon hearing this, the people of the Spirit Pagoda were outraged.

Inside the Soul Guidance Tablet, the high-ranking members of the Spirit Pagoda headquarters knelt in neat rows, their expressions devout and earnest. One of them, upon hearing Feng Zaixing's words, shouted, "Palace Master, if I hear you disbelieving our ancestors again, I'll go deaf myself!"

Feng Zaixing turned his head and saw that the person who spoke was Tian Sheng Douluo Xu Shengqun. This guy was shouting that his ancestors had appeared, and anyone who didn't know better would think that he was worshipping his own ancestral grave.

Feng Zaixing opened his mouth, wanting to say, "Don't get too excited," but then he thought about it again and realized it was normal.

Huo Yuhao and Ju Zi's bloodline later inherited the Sun Moon Royal Family, and they were surnamed Xu. Xu Shengqun is also surnamed Xu. Could it be that his ancestor in the family tree was the Spirit Ice Douluo?

Based on Feng Zaixing's understanding of these people's tendency to attach themselves to their ancestors, this is highly likely.

Leng Yaozhu knelt down, the robe of the Spirit Pagoda Master outlining her undulating curves. Seeing that none of them wanted to get up, and with a "I'm willing to kneel until dawn" attitude, Feng Zaixing didn't want to make a fool of himself. He shrugged and said, "Alright, alright, you can kneel if you want. Anyway, this is your ancestor, not mine. Remember to call me when he manifests. I'm going to have dinner, tea, and stargazing with my junior sister."

We're here to pay respects to our ancestors, while you're off enjoying yourself? Living such a comfortable life?

Leng Yaozhu's face fell, and she said irritably, "Go on, go on. If the Palace Master keeps lingering among the flowers like this, be careful that you won't be able to cross the sea of ​​love in the future."

At that moment, she inexplicably thought of her sisters' romantic experiences, and a wave of sadness washed over her.

Feng Zaixing curled his lip and quickly left: "I don't acknowledge the Tower Master. As cultivators, we should act according to our own will, which is better than getting what we want but not getting it."

Leng Yaozhu suddenly looked up, staring at the path where Feng Zaixing had disappeared. The towering peaks in front of her heaved violently, and she felt like she was about to explode with anger.

You're pointing at a monk and calling him a bald monk, huh? Who are you saying is suffering from unfulfilled desires? Come back and say it again if you dare!

Her phoenix eyes blazed with fury; she wished she could grab Feng Zaixing and beat him to a pulp. She could only console herself with reason: you can't beat him, you can't beat him—

The high-ranking members of the Spirit Transmission Tower on the Soul Guidance Tablet fell even quieter, silently gasping for breath.

They felt that the Cold Tower Master's years of cultivated composure might be about to crumble, and that the young man's words were certainly forceful.

There were too many love stories among the older generation, and they never dared to discuss them loudly inside the Spirit Pagoda, otherwise they might be challenged to a duel by the Cold Tower Master. Only this newly promoted War God Temple Master had the guts to do that.

Whether Feng Zaixing could defeat Yun Ming now, they didn't know; but his youthful exuberance already surpassed that of the Sky-Supporting Douluo.

Meanwhile, Leng Yaozhu was at this moment, and the more she thought about it, the angrier she became. Her body was covered in scorching Heavenly Phoenix Flame, which caused the air temperature to rise sharply.

At the Spirit Pagoda, all the civil and military officials in the court nodded and nodded, not daring to utter a word.

"Hiss—why is it hot over there again? Did they throw my sculpture into the furnace?"

In the Great God Circle, Huo Yuhao, whose face was pale, suddenly sensed something and realized that the divine thought he had left behind in the Spirit Transmission Tower was in a strange situation.

Upon sensing again, Huo Yuhao found the younger generation of the Spirit Pagoda kneeling on the ground in a huge wave of motion, and he couldn't help but nod in satisfaction.

That's right. My own ancestor also has his own followers, and people have recognized my face for the past ten thousand years.

Looking at his sleeping wife's snow-white body beside him, Huo Yuhao sent out a divine thought connection.

"What business do you have disturbing me?"

While everyone at the Spirit Pagoda had been kneeling for three hours, and Leng Yaozhu was pondering how to retaliate against Feng Zaixing, their beloved ancestor descended to respond!

Immediately, the crowd of people in the tower bowed devoutly, and led by Leng Yaozhu, shouted, "Greetings to our ancestors! May our ancestors live ten thousand years!"

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Their eyes burned with fervor, and they were overjoyed, feeling that kneeling for those few hours was absolutely worth it!

All of this today is enough to prove to the world that their ancestor Lingbing did indeed ascend to godhood; otherwise, how could he still be alive today?

Tang San's faith was shattered and suppressed in the Federation, leaving only the faith of the Spirit Pagoda unaffected!

Huo Yuhao gave a huff and said, "If you have anything to say, let me know. If not, then leave."

Leng Yaozhu hurriedly said, "I beg the Ancestral Master to explain in detail why Tang Wulin was dealt with in that way."

Why did I treat him that way? Because I wanted to give my dear father-in-law a hard time.

Huo Yuhao naturally wouldn't reveal his true feelings. He coughed and replied in a cold and indifferent tone, "This is not something you need to know. You will know when the time comes."

"Yes."

The crowd responded dejectedly, but Leng Yaozhu rallied and continued, "Then, Ancestor, is there still a chance to become a god in this world?"

"Become a god? Of course not."

Without hesitation, Huo Yuhao said, "To become a god, one needs the recognition of the gods, to be granted a divine position, or to condense a divine position oneself. You do not have divine positions, and your lifespan is destined not to be long enough to condense a divine position yourself."

"Not to mention, the realm of gods no longer exists."

A collective sigh escaped their lips; thankfully, the answer wasn't unexpected, but it left them feeling extremely disappointed.

There was once a glimmer of hope in my heart, but now it has been completely shattered.

Huo Yuhao sighed inwardly, thinking that becoming a god might not necessarily be a good thing. You can live a carefree life in the mortal realm for hundreds of years, which is also a godly life. I am not even as old as most of you.

A day in the God Realm is a year on Earth. Huo Yuhao is still under a hundred years old, yet he sees a group of people older than him shouting "Ancestor," which is undeniably humorous.

Just then, he suddenly sensed something and detected a remarkable spiritual force nearby.

"Na'er, that person has spotted me. I'm going to see him."

Under the starry sky, on the small pavilion, Feng Zaixing whispered something to the girl beside him before his body disappeared in the ripples of space.

The next instant, he appeared before the Spirit Pagoda altar, examining the manifested sculpture with great interest, and said, "I don't know if your name is Dai Yuhao or Huo Yuhao, so I'll call you Spirit Ice Douluo? Is that alright?"

"Of course." Huo Yuhao took a deep breath, stared intently at Feng Zaixing, and his pupils suddenly widened in surprise.

Ten thousand years later, such a ruthless character has appeared on Douluo Star? His spiritual power is even greater than mine before I became a god.

"That's good."

Feng Zaixing knew that Huo Yuhao was probing him, but he didn't take it seriously. He held up a finger and said seriously, "Back then, you took the 'Secret of the Body' from our sect's ancestor, who was poisoned to death, and didn't return it. This caused our Body Sect to lose the secret manual for ten thousand years until I got it back from Shrek Academy."

"Today I've finally met the real deal. If you still have any shame, give me an explanation. Ancestor Du Bu Si didn't ask you to take the secret manual and not return it. He even entrusted you to look after the original Body Sect back then. What did you look after?"

"My Body Sect has declined for ten thousand years, and you deserve much credit for that. Let's talk about this."

In the circle of experts, Huo Yuhao's pupils suddenly contracted.

Oh no, I forgot about that!

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