Douluo: The Glory of the Peerless Angel

Chapter 82 Jianmu Douluo: Mu En, Shall we set off fireworks together? (4K)

Nine Treasures Glazed Tile School, Secret Chamber.

Jianmu Douluo led Ling Bai to the secret chamber. The emerald light covering his entire body slowly dissipated, revealing the true face of this level 98 Title Douluo, the Dinghai Divine Needle of the Nine Treasure Glazed Tile School.

He was very old, old to the bone.

As the saying goes, the older a person gets, the emptier they become. Jianmu Douluo was so old that it seemed as if the years had eaten away his flesh and blood, and even his wide white robe could not hide his thin and frail body.

"teacher……"

A pang of heartache flashed across Ling Bai's eyes. He quickly stepped forward to support Jianmu Douluo, and a stream of golden energy touched Jianmu Douluo's pulse.

Jianmu Douluo's life force has diminished even more than it did a year ago when he left the Nine Treasure Glazed Tile School. This is a hidden injury left from the great battle with the main body Douluo Du Bu Si, similar to the fate of Dragon God Douluo Mu En, which cannot be cured and can only slowly wait for death.

"It's alright, it's alright."

Jianmu Douluo's aged face stretched into an upward curve as he tightly grasped Ling Bai's hand and led him to the sandalwood table.

The two sat facing each other, a layer of emerald green light enveloping the secret room to prevent others from eavesdropping on their conversation. Then, Jianmu Douluo spoke up: "Level 54, a leap of fifteen levels in soul power in one year... You used the ultimate talent of the Death Prison Spider King?"

"Um."

Ling Bai had nothing to hide from Jianmu Douluo.

"several times?"

"Twice," Ling Bai admitted. "Both times I used it on soul beasts. The first time was to carry out the Shrek Academy freshman assessment mission. I was forced to fight against Medusa, the Queen of Ten Thousand Year Snakes, and the Netherworld Emperor Demon Luo, a bloodline descendant of the God of Death, at the same time. I could only use the Soul Devouring Snake Swarm to enhance my combat power."

"Once, I was facing mortal danger in the Star Dou Great Forest, and luckily there were spirit rings left over from a civil war among spirit beast clans nearby. I guess you could say I stumbled upon them."

"fine."

Jianmu Douluo nodded slightly. For most soul masters, those who are not of their kind are bound to have different intentions. Slaughtering a thousand soul beasts is not as heinous as killing a human.

He was a man of great experience and knowledge, far from being a pedantic person. As long as Ling Bai did not indiscriminately kill innocent civilians, he would always stand firmly by Ling Bai's side.

"You've always been a thoughtful child," Jianmu Douluo recalled. "Because I was worried that the Dragon God and Taotie would discover the secret of the Death Prison Spider King, I was reluctant to let you enter Shrek Academy. However, I had already reached the limit in refining the Bright Emperor Pill and could no longer help you control the evil power of the Death Prison Spider King. Thinking that the Golden Light Tree in the center of Seagod Island might be effective for you, I decided to let you go after much consideration."

"If your evil spirit is discovered, I'll just have to swallow my pride and go to Shrek Academy to bring you home. At least that will save your life..."

"I am ashamed to have troubled my teacher."

Ling Bai stood up and bowed deeply. Jianmu Douluo had shown him no mercy, almost risking his life to refine the Minghuang Pill, which used the inner core of a 100,000-year-old light-type soul beast as its main ingredient.

The bond between master and disciple does not mean that the disciple is entitled to enjoy all the teacher's efforts. Ling Bai always felt a deep sense of gratitude and guilt towards Jianmu Douluo.

"Sit down. There's no need for such complicated formalities between us, master and disciple."

Jianmu Douluo, like an ordinary, kind old man, smiled and patted Ling Bai's hand, continuing, "This time when you returned, I felt that the evil aura on your body wasn't as occasionally revealed as before. Have you found a way to control the Death Prison Spider King?"

"Yes, teacher."

After a moment of contemplation, Ling Bai suddenly possessed the Death Prison Spider King, and two large soul rings, one gray and one black, exuded a profound and heavy aura.

"With this special gray soul ring, the Death Prison Spider King has become much more stable. In addition, by continuously absorbing the light energy of the Golden Tree, I can now use the Death Prison Spider King to fight steadily without being disturbed by evil forces. If I want to completely control the Death Prison Spider King, I still need two rare and precious natural treasures."

Jianmu Douluo gently stroked the gray spirit ring of the avatar of Ilex and sighed, "A golden carp is no ordinary fish; it will transform into a dragon once it encounters wind and clouds... Indeed, you were right to insist on leaving the Nine Treasure Glazed Tile School. Fortunately, I did not make a grave mistake by obstructing you last year."

"Tell me what you want, and Feng Ya and I will use the full power of the Nine Treasure Glazed Tile School to find it for you. As for the three great empires of the Douluo Continent, leave them to us. Feng Yu can also help with the Sun Moon Empire."

The Death Prison Spider King is a major threat to everyone's mind. Solving it means that Ling Bai will become a dual-god level martial soul owner without any worries, which is a good thing for Ling Bai himself, Jianmu Douluo, and the Nine Treasure Glazed Tile School.

"Before reaching the seventh-ring Soul Saint level, one can absorb 100,000-year-old rare and precious materials that combine ultimate light and ultimate fire; even a Soul Beast can do so."

"this……"

Jianmu Douluo frowned deeply: "Even the Heavenly Warehouse doesn't have such a treasure with a 100,000-year ultimate attribute. In my memory, the only one that is openly related to it in the Douluo Continent is the Golden Tree of Light at Shrek Academy."

Mentioning the Golden Tree of the Sea God Pavilion, even Jianmu Douluo, with his status in the martial arts world, started clicking his teeth and said helplessly, "The old guys at Shrek Academy treat the Golden Tree like their lifeblood. Absorbing 100,000 years of soul power will inevitably damage its foundation. It would be more practical to just take their old lives."

Ling Bai deeply agreed, which is why he dared not harm the Golden Tree. If the matter were exposed, the elders of the Sea God Pavilion would probably personally take matters into their own hands and skin him alive.

Extreme fire is easy to deal with, but the raging fire and the delicate apricot blossoms cannot escape the Yin-Yang eye of ice and fire. What about extreme light? For a moment, they were trapped in a dead end.

A look of worry crept onto Ling Bai's face. A year ago, when Electrolux offered a solution, he wasn't in a hurry. After all, there was a huge difference between level 40 and level 70. But time flew by, and his soul power surged to level 54. With normal cultivation, he would definitely break through to Soul Saint in three or four years at most.

Hmm, is there any possibility...?

Should we go to the Star Dou Great Forest and discuss it with the Emperor Beast, the Three-Eyed Golden Lion?

Ling Bai fell into deep thought. That old bastard, the Crimson King, was neglecting his duties day after day. It seemed... perhaps... almost certainly...

feasible!

"Young man, don't be so brooding and gloomy all the time. Talk about something happy."

Jianmu Douluo coughed, and Ling Bai suddenly saw a familiar expression in those cloudy eyes.

The most common expression on the faces of female students in the Foreign Languages ​​Department: gossip!

"Um... how are things going between you and Xiaotian?"

"..."

Ling Bai leaned back tactically, looking at him with a "you have a problem" expression. The old man looked up at the sky, but his ears perked up honestly.

"It went...it went quite smoothly?"

Ling Bai squinted as he answered, mainly because the two of them were still young, and it was too early for a twelve-year-old boy and girl to talk about marriage. Ning Tian usually ran between the Martial Soul Department and the Soul Guidance Department, and Ling Bai's life in the Inner Court was also very busy. Their daily communication was limited to a mere twenty minutes during dinner, with Wu Feng, the third wheel, always by his side. How could they develop any kind of relationship? On the other hand, he got along very well with the senior girls in the Inner Court.

"Hahaha!"

The disciple's unusual guilty conscience amused Jianmu Douluo, who burst into laughter. It took him a long time to calm down before he said seriously:

"I'm not worried about your marriage. You're clearly not the type to lack female companions. But Fengya is quite concerned. You've always been clever and quick-witted; she can't hide her feelings from you..."

Jianmu Douluo paused briefly before continuing, "Little Bai, if Feng Ya has gone too far in any way, I hope you won't hold a grudge. Her greatest wish is to lead the sect to rebuild the glory of being the second-best sect in the world ten thousand years ago. All her hopes are pinned on you, and the more she values ​​it, the more anxious she becomes, which might lead her to do something inappropriate..."

"I understand, and Aunt Ya understands too." Ling Bai lowered his eyes, his long eyelashes casting a shadow on his eyelids.

Ning Fengya is a qualified sect leader. She always prioritizes the overall interests of the Nine Treasure Glazed Tile Sect in everything she does. Ling Bai cannot deny that she has treated him like her own son for many years, giving him money and goods without hesitation. There is no such thing as a free lunch, and Ling Bai should accept the price behind the lunch.

"Okay, I'm relieved to hear that."

Ling Bai understood the art of leaving room for interpretation in words, and Jianmu Douluo clearly grasped the implied meaning, saying quietly:

"Fengya is a rare talent, no less than any sect leader in the history of the Nine Treasure Glazed Tile School. Unfortunately, no one is perfect. She always forgets that the key to getting along with others is just two words: sincerity."

Sincerity is the most important thing.

"Yes, disciple receives...teacher?"

Ling Bai suddenly noticed that Jianmu Douluo's smile had vanished, and his aged eyes had become as sharp as an eagle's.

"You must be tired from your journey, go back and rest first."

The Jianmu Douluo dissipated its emerald halo, and Ling Bai gave him a deep look before bowing and taking his leave.

Sensing that Ling Bai had left far away, Jianmu Douluo stared out the door. His eye sockets were deep-set, like dark abysses, making it almost impossible to find his eyeballs. Only by looking deep could one see the faint light hidden deep inside.

"Old friend, when did you start doing eavesdropping?"

"Hahaha, I can't hide it from you, Ji Ren..."

Laughter rose as a hunched figure slowly entered the secret chamber. The two old men looked at each other in disbelief. One had a bent spine, his body almost at a ninety-degree angle, while the other's body was hollowed out by termites, resembling a skeleton. They were like two old houses, their beams and pillars rotten. Who would have thought that the two were actually the Dragon God Douluo Mu En and the Jianmu Douluo Zhou Jiren, who had dominated the continent?

"The last time we met was a hundred years ago. We were both in our prime then, fighting the two main heroes who were wreaking havoc on the continent—the one who was destined to die and the one who was destined to perish. It still feels like just yesterday!"

After not seeing his old friend for many years, Jianmu Douluo was filled with emotion.

Old Mu sat in Ling Bai's previous spot, his fingers tracing the grain of the sandalwood, and said, "We have carried an era, yet now we are struggling against time. Ji Ren, do you regret it? If you hadn't damaged your foundation by fighting Poison Undying that year, your achievements would have far exceeded level ninety-eight."

"Regret?" Jianmu Douluo sneered. "I, Zhou Jiren, have lived an upright and honest life! The Body Sect caused chaos on the continent and triggered a beast tide. How many people have sacrificed themselves in vain because of their wanton behavior! What have the common people of Douluo Continent done wrong? What have the soul masters of the three great empires done wrong?"

Today Chen Hu actually dared to come and test me! Very well, I promise I won't hold back. Before I die, I'll definitely go to their Body Sect's lair, be the first to detonate the seed and take away that old poisoner who can't be poisoned, then self-destruct and send them a fireworks display, dragging the Body Sect's foundation down with me!

"Your fiery temper hasn't changed at all!"

Old Mu smiled wryly. Although he was a plant-type Soul Master, Jianmu Douluo Zhou Jiren had no gentleness at all. When he was young, he was like a powder keg that would explode at the slightest touch, and now he seemed to be getting crazier as he got older.

"You're too tolerant!"

With Ling Bai no longer in sight, Jianmu Douluo revealed his true nature, pointing and saying, "I won't live much longer, and you'll be about the same."

The Sun and Moon Empire is arrogant? The Mingde Hall is overbearing?

"If I were you, on my deathbed, I'd first run to the Sun Moon Empire's royal treasury and grab a bunch of level-nine fixed-position soul-guided cannonballs, then find support and food-type characters to boost my attack power and soul power in advance. Finally, I'd take the cannonballs to the Mingde Hall, grab seven or eight level-nine soul masters, and self-destruct to end it all!"

"ah???"

Old Mu's jaw nearly dislocated in shock, and he even forgot to wipe the spittle from Jianmu Douluo's face.

He himself blew up the Body Sect, and tricked him into blowing up the Mingde Hall. How dare this old man Deng think of such a thing!

"You're ruthless!" Old Mu was both amused and exasperated, giving Jianmu Douluo a heartfelt thumbs up. For the first time in his life, he admired someone to the point of complete awe.

"I don't want to live a life of joy and die a miserable death. My old friend, let's set off a grand fireworks display for the mainland together!"

"No, you have your way of dying, and I have mine."

Old Mu smiled and shook his head. Plant-type Soul Masters have long lifespans. Although he was also seriously injured, he had even less time left than Jianmu Douluo. He had already decided to merge with the Golden Light Tree and protect Shrek Academy forever with his soul.

Jianmu Douluo said regretfully, "Fine, I can't force you to self-destruct with a knife. Speaking of which, we haven't seen each other for a hundred years. Did you suddenly come to visit just to chat and joke around? Don't you have anything serious to say?"

"Of course there are."

Old Master Mu's smile faded, and he said in a more serious tone, "Ji Ren, I've come for your disciple, Ling Bai."

Jianmu Douluo narrowed his eyes, his aura surging, and said, "Little Bai offended your Shrek Academy, and the Sea God Pavilion Master has come to question him?"

"No, no, no..."

Elder Mu immediately rejected the idea. Jianmu Douluo heard the murky, aged voice sigh and say, "Ling Bai is a young hero, destined for greatness. He has also completed the first Red-level freshman assessment task in the Inner Academy in ten thousand years. Xuanzi, Shaozhe, and Lao Li have come to me many times, insisting that we must not let him leave Shrek Academy."

"Then I'll just go to their door and demand their return. Out of consideration for your feelings, I won't touch Yan Shaozhe since he's a junior. But Taotie Douluo Xuanzi and Minggui Douluo Li Yongnian are definitely going to get a beating."

"I warned them not to have any more designs on Ling Bai, so you can relax," Elder Mu said. "But I have a small problem. I investigated Ling Bai's information. His soul power was level 41 when he entered the sect, and it was already level 54 when he fought the Soul Emperor of the Body Sect just now."

Even though the Golden Tree can help the Six-Winged Angel cultivate more efficiently, his progress seems ridiculously fast. For this reason, I dare not send him on a surveillance mission involving evil spirit masters. I fear he might use the Six-Winged Angel's abilities to kill evil spirit masters and continuously improve his cultivation, but his mental state might not keep up with his soul power. I also fear something unfortunate might happen to him, causing the long-standing friendly relationship between the Nine Treasure Glazed Tile School and Shrek Academy to break down.

More importantly, the divine positions of the angels were shattered ten thousand years ago. There are no more angel gods in the divine realm, and no more six-winged angels on earth. Only degenerated holy angels remain.

So where did he come from?

How did he get here?

That angelic holy sword is no ordinary object either. What is going on?

Old friend, please enlighten me…

(End of this chapter)