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

Finally, the will of our ancestors, accumulated over thousands of years in the stone tablet, personally guides us step by step through the threshold of entry.

This is why, as long as a member of the family can cultivate to the level of a Title Douluo, even if their talent is mediocre, they can still learn a move or two from this stone tablet and steadily safeguard the foundation of the family.

This method of knowledge transfer is far superior to the training methods of some academies that make their students run every day!

Just as he was silently complaining to himself, Qian Gu Die Ting could no longer contain himself. He flashed in front of him, his eyes fixed on the Panlong Staff in his hand: "Xing Ci, how did you do that just now? You were able to use so many fragments of laws for your own purposes just by guiding them?"

Qian Gu Xing Ci, holding the long staff, blinked with a matter-of-fact expression: "Let's use the Unyielding Staff Technique."

Qian Gu Die Ting: "..."

Looking at his grandson's innocent expression, he was momentarily speechless.

It's like an octopus staring with its round eyes at a sponge next to it, asking, "How did you draw such a perfect circle?"

Sponge waved his hand dismissively and demonstrated, "It's very simple. First, draw a head, then erase the extra guide lines, and you'll get it."

The headquarters of the Blacksmith Association in Tiandou City, a thousand miles away.

The top floor of the main building is entirely made of meteorite alloy.

Outside the private forge of the master craftsman Zhenhua, two figures stood like iron towers on either side of the corridor. They were the personal guards of Federal Speaker Gordon, two titled Douluo powerhouses.

The woman on the left is Shi Mengshan, who looks to be around forty years old.

She was extremely robust and muscular, with broad shoulders and a thick back. Her tight-fitting clothes accentuated her taut, bulging muscles, making her stand there like an unshakeable mountain.

With her hands behind her back, her gaze sharp as an eagle, she warily scanned both ends of the corridor. Her soul power was contained and not released, yet it carried an imposing aura of authority.

Beside her was the Gluttonous Douluo, Ling Chen.

The man had greasy, short black hair that lay flat against his scalp. He had a round, broad face, and the fat on his face squeezed his eyes into two narrow slits. When he smiled, you could hardly see his eyeballs.

He had his hands in his pockets, chewing something incessantly, his cheeks puffing out, looking nonchalant and carefree.

Inside the forging room, Federal Speaker Gordon, dressed in a formal suit, stood respectfully opposite Zhenhua with a slight bow, his attitude humble.

"Your Excellency, the Federation's Continental Soul Master Grand Competition will officially begin in two months."

The competition rules remain the same as in previous years, divided into two main sections: Soul Master Duel and Sub-Profession Tournament.

You are the only master craftsman on the entire continent, a god in the hearts of all blacksmiths. I have come here today specifically to sincerely invite you to attend the competition and serve as the chief judge of the forging contest.

After he finished speaking, Gordon held his breath and waited for a response, but Zhenhua just kept stroking the table and didn't say anything for a long time.

Gordon's heart skipped a beat, and he instantly felt a chill run down his spine.

After a long pause, Zhenhua slowly raised his eyes, his voice steady and deep: "The job of a judge requires fairness and impartiality."

My personal disciple will be participating in this forging competition, and as his teacher, I should avoid any appearance of impropriety.

If I were to go, it would be unfair.”

Zhenhua has never deliberately concealed information about the "Eternal Star Farewell".

In Gordon's view, a forging prodigy who has consistently topped the list of young geniuses and is also the only direct disciple of the master craftsman Zhenhua, is practically a foregone conclusion to winning this forging competition.

He bowed again, his tone becoming increasingly earnest: "Your Highness, the Divine Craftsman, is a person whose character is witnessed by heaven and earth, and no one on the entire continent does not believe in him!"

We absolutely believe that you will not show the slightest bias.

Moreover, given your esteemed disciple's talent—a top-tier forging prodigy, one in a millennium—using any underhanded methods would be an insult to him!

Just as Zhenhua was about to speak, a noisy commotion suddenly broke out outside the door, interrupting his thoughts.

"No, when did I have to report to both of you if I wanted to see Zhenhua?"

A disgruntled voice came from outside the door, filled with undisguised impatience, "You two lowest-ranking War Gods dare to block this sect master's way?"

The stronger a person is at the top of the continent, the clearer they are about the life-or-death bond between Mu Ye and Zhen Hua.

Actually, many people know this, but the two from the Temple of War are both a bit dim-witted.

The next second, the heavy door to the alloy forging room was pushed open from the outside.

Makino strode in, not even glancing at Gordon who looked bewildered beside him, and waved to Zhenhua casually, saying, "Zhenhua, I'm going out for a bit. You'll have to take care of your own lunch."

Without waiting for Zhenhua's response, he turned and walked away.

Chapter 56 Cool Reifu, Makino Familiar with the Process (3K)

On the other side, Mu Ye had already ridden his mecha through the clouds and landed in the desolate wilderness outside Tian Dou City.

Over the years, he has been investigating the information of that traitor from the Body Sect, based on long-term tracking and observation.

He was almost certain that a tremendous secret was hidden within this wasteland.

"Little Red, Kurevo form!"

Makino raised his hand and patted the mecha's control panel, issuing a command.

The mech's intelligent system immediately responded with a resounding clang: "Yes! Smash the power of the cliff!"

This instruction was actually conceived by his beloved disciple, Qian Gu Xing Ci.

Makino liked it the first time he heard it, and immediately started using it. The more he used it, the more comfortable he became with it.

As the command was given, the humanoid mech, which was originally about ten meters tall, emitted a series of crisp mechanical clicking sounds. The armor quickly reassembled and transformed, and in just a few breaths, it turned into a fierce-looking tracked armored vehicle.

At the very front of the vehicle, there is a large, exaggerated alloy drill bit with a diameter of nearly three meters.

Makino opened the car door and sat in the driver's seat. He stepped on the gas pedal to the floor, and the armored vehicle roared to life. The drill bit spun at high speed and plunged into the hard soil, speeding towards the depths of the earth.

Starting with Muye's generation, the Body Sect began to pursue the goal of ascending to heaven and descending to the earth.

But before this, the most orthodox lineage of the Body Sect had always been "entering the earth".

The origin of this tradition can be traced back to the sect leader of the Body Sect.

Back in the day, Poison-Undying Senior relied on his amazing skill in digging tunnels to roam the continent and disappear without a trace!

After half an hour of continuous digging, the high-speed rotating drill bit had already broken through thousands of meters of rock layers, and the detector in the cockpit suddenly emitted a series of rapid beeps.

A line of striking red text popped up on the screen: "A highly toxic barrier has been detected 1,000 meters above, with an extremely high energy level!"

Makino raised an eyebrow, stopped the armored vehicle from its deep-penetration maneuver, and with a gentle push of the control lever, burrowed straight into the soil layer diagonally above.

To avoid alerting the enemy, he quickly tapped the control panel with his fingertips, and the main drill bit at the front of the vehicle instantly retracted. In its place was a tiny drill bit, as thin as a hair, wrapped in a thin film that isolated soul power fluctuations, which silently and slowly rose upwards.

The moment the miniature drill bit broke through the ground, its tip immediately unfolded into a pinhole camera, transmitting the outside scene to the mecha's screen in real time.

Makino leaned back in the driver's seat, his gaze sweeping across the screen.

As far as the eye could see, there was a deep valley surrounded by mountains. The entrance to the valley was shrouded in layers of highly poisonous miasma. The white, toxic fog surged endlessly, and even through the screen, one could feel the corrosive power that would make even a titled Douluo wary.

Beyond the poisonous barrier, in the center of the valley, there was a rare and wondrous spring.

The spring split in two. The pool on the left surged with scorching red magma, the rolling heat waves distorting the air, and the rocks around the pool were charred black. The aura of fire was overwhelming.

The spring on the right is covered with a deep blue ice, exuding a chilling aura. The vegetation around the pool is covered with thick, solid ice, and even the light seems to be frozen by this extreme cold.

One hot, one cold; one yang, one yin—two springs with completely opposite properties meet perfectly in the center of the spring, forming a clear and distinct water line.

Instead of annihilating each other, the two forces complemented each other, giving rise to a vast and boundless spiritual energy of heaven and earth.

The misty water vapor rose in the valley, transforming into a seven-colored fog that enveloped the entire valley.

Beneath the light and mist, countless exotic flowers and plants that have long since disappeared from the outside world grow on the land surrounding the spring.

Some are fiery red, their petals seemingly breathing flames as they open and close; others are as white as jade, emitting a refreshing fragrance; some have vines that meander like snakes, bearing glistening purple fruits; and still others have leaves like umbrellas, blocking out the sun, each leaf shimmering with a faint halo. All of them are top-grade immortal herbs of astonishing age.

Mu Ye's gaze swept over the two faintly visible Super Douluo auras at the edge of the valley. He tapped the control panel lightly with his fingers and fell into deep thought.

Even if we include the two Super Douluo guarding the valley outside, if he really wanted to snatch them by force, he could still get a few top-grade immortal herbs.

However, once he makes a move, his identity will inevitably be exposed, and the Tang Clan and Shrek Academy will definitely come out in full force to investigate, which will bring him a lot of trouble.

This deal isn't worthwhile; it seems we need to reconsider.

Having made up his mind, Makino did not hesitate to maneuver the mecha around and return along the tunnel he had come from.

While retreating, he manipulated the device at the tail of the mech to compact and backfill the crushed rock and soil, leaving no gaps and completely erasing any trace of the tunnel to prevent any subsequent collapse.

A certain department is being specifically criticized!

After all, it's a family tradition of tunnel digging, so the finishing touches have to be done flawlessly.

After cleaning up the traces, Makino pulled up a map, circled the location of the helipad for the Blacksmiths' Association headquarters on the screen with his fingertip, and grinned.

With the accelerator floored, the armored vehicle roared once more, its drill spinning at high speed as it rampaged through the Tiandou City area.

After digging for an unknown amount of time, the detector showed that they had reached directly below the helipad. Makino piloted the mech and dug straight upwards.

But after drilling up less than ten meters, there was a muffled thud. The high-speed rotating drill bit suddenly hit a layer of hard metal, sparks flew everywhere, and the drill bit's rotation speed dropped instantly.

Mu Ye cursed, then leaned closer to the screen and was completely dumbfounded: "No way, Zhenhua is really rich! A foundation doesn't need to be this deep, does it? And cast with special alloy?!"

He frowned and zoomed in on the detection image, then suddenly realized something and slapped his thigh: "Wait a minute! This is a helipad! Where does a helipad get its foundation?!"

Having discovered the blind spot, Makino stopped hiding it and directly controlled the mecha to switch back to human form. He clenched his fists and unleashed a full-force blast at the alloy layer above his head!

"boom--!"

A deafening roar came from underground. He punched a huge hole in the indestructible special alloy layer, sending dust and debris flying everywhere.

With a loud bang from underground, Little Red makes her dazzling appearance!

Makino leaped out of the mecha cockpit and landed steadily on the ground. He dusted himself off and looked up to see the man only an arm's length away from him. His expression froze instantly, and he forced an awkward smile.

The man in front of me looked to be in his forties. He wore a long robe that was spotless and had a pair of extremely beautiful peach blossom eyes with slightly upturned corners. Even when he was just looking at you calmly, he exuded an indescribable tenderness and affection, as if all the emotions in the world were hidden in his eyes.

Zang Xin, the amorous Douluo and leader of the Tang Sect, is a renowned figure on the Douluo Continent.

"Your Majesty, it's a pleasure to meet you." Mu Ye scratched his head and greeted him with a dry laugh.

Zang Xin remained as gentle as ever, his peach blossom eyes slightly curved, his tone revealing no trace of anger. He simply asked slowly, "The original form of Douluo has come from afar. I wonder why you would appear here in this way?"

"Practice your family's traditional skills and see if you've gotten rusty."

Makino's gaze unconsciously swept across his surroundings. In the vast underground warehouse, rows of metal crates were neatly stacked, each bearing the prominent markings of a Level 9 fixed-position soul-guided cannon shell. He couldn't help but gasp, "Wow, so many Level 9 fixed-position soul-guided cannon shells!"

Zang Xin thought to himself that it was fortunate that it was him who came to the branch office to inspect the work today.

He spoke gently as ever, "The True Form Douluo..."

Before he could finish speaking, Mu Ye interrupted him directly: "I understand, I understand. Being brothers is in our hearts!"