Douluo Dragon King: Doumu's Blessing, I Am the Star Lord

Na'er's eyes lit up, and she immediately changed her mind: "Then I'll set up a challenge right at the entrance of the Spirit Pagoda! Shrek Academy will either run away or suffer a crushing defeat in front of me!"

Gu Yue sighed and said helplessly, "What's the difference between this and blocking the door? Besides, even if you go now, you might not be able to beat them."

"Then I want a beautiful two-word battle armor too!" Na'er immediately seized the opportunity and hugged Qian Gu Xing Ci's arm, acting coquettishly.

"Your current physical strength isn't enough to wear it..." Gu Yue said, laughing and crying at the same time.

Qian Gu Qingfeng, Xia Zheng Leng, and Leng Yaozhu stood aside, watching the three noisy teenagers with gentle smiles on their faces.

Being young is wonderful.

The next morning, the morning mist over Shrek City was just being broken up by the rising sun.

The golden-red morning light shone over the towering gilded spire of the Heavenly Spirit Pagoda and through the floor-to-ceiling windows.

Warm, gentle light streamed across the smooth wooden floors of the ancient mansion.

A breeze drifted in through the open window, carrying the sweet aroma of street-side sweet cakes, mixed with the fresh scent of grass and trees in the courtyard, full of the vitality of the morning.

As soon as Qian Gu Xing Ci stepped out of the room, he saw Qian Gu Qing Feng sitting on the sofa in the living room, a gold-embossed invitation card between his fingers.

"Xingci, someone has come to visit you."

Qian Gu Xing Ci walked over, somewhat puzzled: "Who is it?"

“You’ve met one of the people from the Angel Le family before.” Qian Gu Qingfeng handed him the visiting card. “It’s the Soul Master with the Angel Martial Soul, Le Zhengyu, from Shrek City.”

Chapter 36: Bitter Stories from Shrek

Seeing this, Na'er waved her little hand and put on a fearless big sister attitude: "Alright, alright, let bygones be bygones."

Come on, call her Sister Na'er, and I'll protect you from now on.

Le Zhengyu's lips twitched violently, his face filled with speechless frustration, forcing back all the complaints he had.

Qian Gu Xing Ci smiled and smoothed things over: "Alright, Na'er, stop bullying people. We've become friends through this little misunderstanding."

He had already figured out the old man Le's plan perfectly well.

Based on the original work, Yue Zhengyu is an upright and honest person, a hot-blooded and lively character with a bit of cunning. It's never a bad thing to have more friends.

He then asked, "By the way, Zhengyu, what have you been busy with at Shrek Academy lately?"

The moment those words left his mouth, Le Zhengyu's face fell, and the bitterness he had been holding back for almost half a month finally spilled out:

"Xingci, you really don't know how ridiculous Shrek Academy's rules are. They're so stingy with contribution points for everything!"

I can barely afford to enter the simulated training grounds anymore; that crappy place isn't even as effective as my private training room at home.

My status means I won't be able to enter the inner courtyard, and I won't be able to benefit from the Golden Ancient Tree at all. If this continues, my cultivation will be left behind by my peers!

But that's not what's giving me the biggest headache!

The academy forced us to form a team to complete the battle armor crafting, and my family was determined to wear me down, refusing to help in the slightest.

But the skill levels of our class's secondary professions are all over the place, and they insisted on dividing them into groups evenly! Do you know how desperate I felt when I saw that a level 1 blacksmith was crammed into the team?

Even if other secondary professions are bad, I can still ask people for help, but there's really no way to find a blacksmith.

The best forger in our class, the one who ganged up on you back then, has the Eight-Cornered Plum Blossom Bright Silver Hammer martial soul. The quality of the metal he forged is simply not good enough to make proper battle armor!

Na'er, listening from the side, burst into laughter, slapping her thigh and saying, "So you're going to Shrek Academy just to suffer!"

Le Zhengyu didn't refute at all; instead, he nodded heavily with a pained expression.

"I'm currently a Level 3 Mecha Engineer, just one step away from Level 4! What level have you all reached in your secondary professions?"

"How about we team up? I'm about to have a mental breakdown if I keep wasting my time with this lousy team!"

Qian Gu Xing Ci spoke calmly: "I major in forging, while Na'er minors in mecha design and mecha manufacturing."

After he finished speaking, a piece of gilded metal appeared out of thin air in his palm, with fine spiritual patterns slowly flowing across its surface, and a faint divine aura emanating from it.

Le Zhengyu's gaze was instantly drawn to it, and he even paused for a moment: "Xingci, this is... Radiant Spirit Gold?"

He rarely saw this grade of spirit alloy, even in the forging room of the family's Saint-level elder.

Qian Gu Xing Ci nodded slightly: "This is a spirit alloy with a fusion degree of 88. It's a small gift for you. Gu Yue, Na'er, and I can make our own battle armor, so there's no need for you to team up with us."

Le Zhengyu froze, his pupils suddenly contracting: "May I ask your blacksmithing level... what level is it?"

Level 6.

The three words floated down, and Yue Zhengyu's mind went blank.

A level six blacksmith at this age?! No wonder the old man sent him directly from Shrek Academy to the Spirit Tower without saying a word; it turns out he was sent here to curry favor with the powerful!

"I can't just take this for nothing! You wait, I'll go to the old man's place and get some of his best stuff back for you!"

Despite his polite words, his hands moved swiftly, taking the metal and putting it into his soul tool in one smooth motion, without the slightest hesitation.

Qian Gu Xing Ci smiled and waved his hand: "If you're not comfortable keeping it, just consider it a small favor and ask me about someone."

Le Zhengyu breathed a sigh of relief, assuming the other person was offering him a way out, and quickly replied, "Who is it? Just tell me!"

“Yuan En Ye Hui”.

Le Zhengyu suddenly realized: "You're interested in him? His Titan Giant Ape Martial Soul is indeed a top-tier beast Martial Soul, ridiculously strong. I tried to win him over before, but he rejected me with a single sentence. This guy has no intention of joining any faction."

"We have to give it a try." Qian Gu Xing Ci said calmly, "A martial soul of this level is most likely backed by a family with a deep foundation."

Le Zhengyu nodded in deep agreement: "Indeed."

"Jungwoo, could you help me arrange to meet him?"

“I can give it a try, but he’s too aloof and arrogant, I can’t guarantee it will work out.”

Qian Gu Xing Ci took out a pre-sealed letter, and with a slight movement of his fingertips, branded a star pattern on the envelope that no one else could replicate. He then handed it to Le Zheng Yu: "Give this to him, and the chances of success will be much higher."

Le Zhengyu carefully put away the envelope, his eyes suddenly igniting with fighting spirit: "Xingci, I want to have a match with you."

Last time, I didn't finish fighting Na'er outside the Ascension Platform, and I haven't had a proper fight with you either.

I want to see for myself just how strong the top geniuses on the mainland really are. I wonder if there's ever that opportunity?

Qian Gu Xing Ci turned to look at Na'er beside him and asked with a smile, "I'm fine, what about you?"

Na'er's eyes lit up, and she nodded hurriedly, even making a face at Le Zhengyu: "No problem! Little angel, you can't secretly cry if you lose later!"

Le Zhengyu had figured out her carefree nature, so he wasn't annoyed at all and replied with a smile, "Alright, let's see who's the best then."

The three turned and entered the elevator. When Yue Zhengyu saw the floor number that Qian Gu Xing Ci pressed, he couldn't help but ask with a puzzled look, "Aren't you going to the Soul Arena?"

Na'er crossed her arms and smiled mysteriously: "It's a secret, you'll find out when you get there."

With a soft ding, the elevator doors slowly opened, and the three of them arrived at the eighty-eighth floor of the Spirit Pagoda—the Illusionary Space.

As soon as she stepped out of the elevator, Na'er called out in a loud voice, "Mr. Han, we have a guest!"

The air distorted slightly, and Han Tianyi's figure suddenly appeared in front of the three. Her gaze swept over Le Zhengyu, and she said calmly, "Is this a member of the Angel Family?"

Sensing the unfathomable aura emanating from the other party, which far surpassed that of ordinary Title Douluos, Le Zhengyu quickly bowed respectfully: "Yes, senior. My ancestor, Le Zheng'en."

Han Tianyi nodded slightly, asking no further questions, and then looked at the others: "You want to enter the illusionary realm trial?"

“Yes! He wants to spar with me and Xingci!” Na’er replied crisply.

Upon hearing this, Han Tianyi's eyebrows twitched almost imperceptibly.

These days, are there people who actually come looking for a beating?

Le Zhengyu was completely bewildered, his face blank: "Illusion training... what is that?"

Qian Gu Xing Ci explained to him softly: "This is a real illusion, a derivative technology of the Ascension Platform."

Killing soul beasts within the Spirit Ascension Platform grants energy feedback, increasing the lifespan of the soul ring. However, the lifespan of a soul spirit is limited by the soul master's mental strength and physical constitution. Once it exceeds the limit, the soul master will explode and die.

The Real Illusion is a pure combat training ground, where only combat experience is accumulated. There is no real danger to life, and it also allows access to the spiritual sea of ​​a Spirit Realm expert, which is greatly beneficial to the growth of spiritual power.

Le Zhengyu nodded in realization: "So we'll spar here later?"

Na'er shook her head and said matter-of-factly, "Otherwise what? Fighting outside means you have to hold back, and it's such a hassle if you get injured. It's not satisfying at all."

Hearing this, Le Zhengyu felt that something was not quite right, but he couldn't quite put his finger on it.

Chapter 37: Sparring, A New World Record! (Please read and add to your favorites!)

Three helmets shimmering with iridescent colors descended from the sky and landed steadily on the heads of the three people.

Han Tianyi pointed a single finger at the group, instantly unleashing his immense spiritual power, and the real illusion was officially accessed.

The next second, the world spun around.

When Yue Zhengyu opened his eyes again, he and Na'er were already standing in the center of an ancient and magnificent fighting arena.

The stands were packed, and deafening cheers and shouts swept in like a tsunami. The sunlight fell on the black stone ground of the fighting arena, so hot it seemed like it could ignite flames, and the atmosphere was extremely intense.

Meanwhile, Qian Gu Xing Ci was sitting on the ancient hosting platform suspended in the air directly above the Soul Arena.

That was none other than the classic host's position from the Elite Tournament of Advanced Soul Master Academies across the continent 20,000 years ago.

Le Zhengyu glanced at the surrounding layout and remarked that this senior was quite nostalgic.

He took a deep breath, stopped thinking, and his soul power suddenly surged!

A pale golden mist surged forth from within him, like a sleeping sun slowly awakening, its initial brilliance so intense it was blinding.

The next moment, three dazzling purple millennium soul rings slowly rose from beneath his feet, interlocking and rhythmically circling his body. The purple and gold light intertwined and entwined, illuminating the surrounding air.

His figure grew even more upright in the holy light, his original golden hair was plated with an even more dazzling golden light, and his eyes were completely transformed into a clear, flowing gold. Wherever his gaze fell, there was an inviolable sacred majesty.

With a clear, melodious sound like a hymn, a pair of pure white angel wings slowly unfurled from his back. The wings were broad and magnificent, each feather crystal clear with soft, sacred golden patterns along the edges. With each gentle flap, specks of golden light scattered down.

The second spirit ring beneath his feet suddenly flashed, and a dense power of light rapidly condensed in his palm, slowly forming a slender and exquisite angelic holy sword.

The sword is entirely gilded, its blade radiating an incomparably sharp and holy light. The hilt is engraved with intricate patterns of angel wings, and the blade is surrounded by a faint halo of holy light. As soon as it appears, it exudes a majestic aura that judges all evil.

Upon seeing this, Na'er's palm suddenly shone brightly, and her signature silver dragon spear was already in her hand.

On the gun barrel, hexagonal dragon scale patterns were slightly raised, twelve grooves gleamed with soft white light, the tip of the gun flashed with cold light, and a semi-transparent huge silver dragon phantom faintly appeared behind it, its cold and domineering dragon might spread out, even causing ripples in the surrounding air.

Three deep, ink-purple thousand-year soul rings rose from beneath her feet, with several strands of almost solidified black even wrapped around their edges, faintly touching the threshold of the ten-thousand-year level.

The two exchanged a glance and, surprisingly, simultaneously activated their first spirit rings.