Douluo Continent Chat Group: Building My Academy

The old man shuddered, a jolt from the depths of his soul warning him that the dark energy was stirring and something bad was about to happen.

"Jackie Chan!"

"I'm here, what's up, Dad?"

Jackie Chan, still half asleep, woke up with a start and hurriedly ran out of the room, still wearing his nightcap.

"Get ready, we need to find a small dragon to deal with the resurrected Holy Lord."

The old man said seriously, his mind racing with the Qi Demon Spell, his gaze falling on the red dragon sculpture that had been rushed to the antique shop.

To find the sealed dragon, you must first create tools to hunt it down.

"The Holy Lord? What is it doing now?"

"If Father's prediction is correct, it must have come up with a completely new way to revive its brothers and sisters. It was impossible before, but now that the righteous energy and the dark energy are in conflict, even the strongest seal will eventually loosen."

"The Holy Lord's brother? Other demons?"

Xiaoyu appeared out of nowhere, her big eyes sparkling with intelligence.

"Oh my God." Jackie Chan slapped his forehead. He knew all too well how destructive those giant lizards were. If a few more came, San Francisco would be finished.

"Dad, what do we do now?"

"Tru, come here and cast a ki spell with Dad. Jackie Chan, you get ready to rest. Wait, you go first and find the armor of the immortal god. It will be of great help to us in eliminating the demons."

My father used to disapprove of the power of magic in this world, but times have changed.

"The armor of an immortal god!" Xiaoyu exclaimed even more excitedly. "Dad, you have such a wonderful treasure?"

"No, it's not mine; it's a gift left behind by an immortal god."

The old man looked at Jade and explained, then glared angrily at Jackie Chan, who was still waiting for instructions.

"What are you still standing there for? Aren't you going to leave now?"

"Huh? But..." Jackie Chan exclaimed in shock, "Dad, you didn't tell me where the armor was at all."

"Oh, right." The old man suddenly realized, "That armor is in our hometown. The eight immortal gods are our legends, the armor of Lan Caihe, one of the Eight Immortals."

"Among the Eight Immortals, Lan Caihe?"

"Remember the stories of your hometown, Jade. Come and talk to your old man. As for Jackie Chan, you'd better get going!"

"But it's still dark... Oh well, maybe I can catch up on a nap on the plane." Jackie Chan covered his face; this is the kind of pressure adults face.

……

During the journey across the vast ocean to retrieve the armor from the deserted temple, Jackie Chan's operation went very smoothly, almost too smoothly, without him falling off the mountain.

"Dad, I'm home!"

Carrying a wide battle suit with a dark blue base and yellow trim, Jackie Chan happily used the key to open the antique shop door, wishing that every operation could be like today.

"Um!?"

As soon as the door opened, a bright green light flashed, and Jackie Chan saw a dragon statue taking flight in an extremely dark room with the windows closed and curtains drawn.

The majestic dragon head turned, emitting a pair of rays from its eyeless eyes. In the distance, Tru was unfolding a huge map, which perfectly covered him. The rays immediately pointed out the target on the map.

"Demons and monsters, leave! Demons and monsters, leave!"

The old man's muffled chanting began, interspersed with Xiaoyu's excited echoes.

Finally, on the map that Tru held up, there was a spot marked with a spell.

With a clang, the dragon sculpture fell, the green light of the magic dissipated, and everything returned to calm.

"That is..."

Xiaoyu flung aside the small sword in her hand, took a quick step forward, and began to examine the location on the map.

"Hong Kong, the site of the Holy Lord's former palace, should also be home to his children."

The old man stepped forward and pointed to the glowing map; their hometown was also in Hong Kong.

"So, I can go home and visit! Oh, that's wonderful!"

Xiaoyu cheered. Although she liked it here, she also missed her parents.

"Sir, are we going to Hong Kong next?" Trudeau asked, scratching his head.

"Yes, there, we need to deal with a little dragon that needs to be taught first."

"What?!" Jackie Chan exclaimed in shock, even the armor he was carrying on his shoulder fell off. "Dad, we're going to Hong Kong again? I just got back, why didn't you tell me sooner?"

"oh!"

With a flick of his finger, the old man calmly asked, "How does Father know where that little dragon is?"

"The Holy Lord has concealed its presence, and even more terrifying darkness has appeared around it. We must be vigilant in every aspect."

"Oh, okay."

Jackie Chan rubbed his forehead. He understood, but he was a little annoyed by this back-and-forth, even though he was flying all over the world every day.

"Hmm, if Dad remembers correctly, Shendu seems to have left a set of teeth somewhere else. Jackie Chan, go find them and give them as a gift when we meet."

"teeth?"

"The Magic Dragon Fang can revitalize the Holy Lord's stiff body."

"What? Resurrect the Holy Lord? Father, I'm going right now!"

Jackie Chan was greatly encouraged. No matter what, as long as it involved fighting the Holy Lord, he would lend a hand.

"Then, Father, where is the Dragon Fang?"

"Yes, it's near a big red bridge over a river. Dad will personally lead the way."

The old man had successfully found the magic dragon tooth in the story, but it was hijacked by the demon dragon.

"Then I..."

"Xiaoyu, stay and rest. Tru, pack your bags. Jackie Chan, go call Sheriff Black. We need to act quickly."

The father's decisive action surprised the three of them, who nodded subconsciously.

"Wow, Dad, when did you become so cool?"

"Because it's special now."

……

A few hours later, Jackie Chan, carrying the Immortal God Armor in one hand and a huge test tube-shaped bottle containing neatly arranged sharp teeth in the other, steadily stepped onto the plane.

As he stepped through the hatch, Tru, who was hunched over, waved and greeted him, and Jackie Chan put down his armor in response.

"Where's Xiaoyu?"

After looking around for a while, Jackie Chan couldn't find the mischievous little girl.

Although he really didn't want to take her with him, his father had to go out, and Tru was going to help out. There was no one at home, and although he could ask Black for help, Jackie Chan wasn't comfortable with that.

"here!"

Wow!

Xiaoyu suddenly jumped out of the chair behind her, startling Jackie Chan, and then naturally climbed to the front seat.

Xiaoyu looked at the dragon tooth in the test tube with curiosity.

"Uncle Long, are these Shendu's teeth? That green lizard really did seem to be toothless."

"Xiaoyu, don't run around like that."

Jackie Chan could only give this one instruction, then put away the armor, held the dragon tooth in his arms, and his father immediately boarded the train behind him.

"This may not be the Holy Lord's tooth, but it contains extremely powerful magic, which is something we need. Jade, you must protect it well."

"Yes, I will!"

Xiaoyu patted her chest, making a promise, and exchanged a smile with her father.

Jackie Chan rested his chin on his hand, feeling more and more that Jade resembled his father. Tru also watched this scene with a calm expression; he did not regret coming here.

The plane takes off, heading for Hong Kong.