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

Suddenly, a pair of phoenix eyes appeared, staring directly at me, no matter if I turned my head, closed my eyes, or looked right in front of me.

What a brilliant technique!

Dai Yun'er stomped her foot, thinking, "When I go out, I'm accompanied by a beautiful older sister who is also the Ultimate Douluo. You are the princess, and I am the princess!"

Then he looked at the group of large iron lumps behind him, and the difference in quality was immediately apparent.

It's not pleasing to the eye at all. I'll go back and ask my father to change it.

I already have the Spirit Eye Martial Soul, so pleasing the eye is also a form of cultivation! Don't we know the world lacks eyes that can appreciate beauty?

Selflessly dedicating oneself to others, aligning with the Tao, and making up for the world's imperfections... Dai Yun'er is determined to do it!

Qian Gu Xing Ci returned to a quiet, secluded villa with a small courtyard filled with tuberoses.

The moment the courtyard gate was pushed open, a sweet floral fragrance wafted in on the evening breeze. Leng Yaozhu waved her hand casually, and the soul-guiding lamps under the corridor lit up in response.

Upon entering the house, Leng Yaozhu first took off her high heels, then stepped barefoot onto the soft cashmere carpet and sat down on the rattan couch by the window.

The soft couch was covered with thick, milky-white velvet cushions, and a small ebony table stood beside it.

Qian Gu Xingci sat cross-legged on a futon, surrounded by a faintly visible star array.

A single silver glimmer lit up first, and the neighboring stars responded by shining brightly, finding their companions, and a silver line pierced through them.

Big bear, little bear, pot, bowl, ladle, basin... appear alternately.

In the due south direction of the formation, the seven constellations of Well, Ghost, Willow, Star, Extended Net, Wings, and Chariot are illuminated one after another. Amidst the crisscrossing silver lines, the Vermilion Bird soars into the sky, its clear cry piercing the air.

The Southern Bright Fire was not a violent, sky-burning flame, but rather like flowing molten gold, slowly circulating along his meridians.

Leng Yaozhu's movements as she flipped through the files of the Spirit Pagoda gradually slowed down.

The Heavenly Phoenix True Fire was released as if in worship.

A faint crimson-gold flame is planted within, waiting for the moment it will take root and sprout.

The phantom of the Heavenly Phoenix still unconsciously appeared behind him. Its enormous phoenix wings spread out in mid-air, and its clear, low cry echoed the Vermilion Bird's descent.

The phantoms of the Vermilion Bird and the Heavenly Phoenix swirled and intertwined in mid-air, their clear and melodious calls echoing far and wide.

Two feathers drifted down slowly, the crimson gold Vermilion Bird Feathers landing on Leng Yaozhu's knees.

The Heavenly Phoenix Feather, gleaming with a molten gold luster, came into the outstretched palm of the Ancient Star Decree.

Leng Yaozhu desperately tried to convince himself that he wasn't a member of the Leng family, didn't know much about birds, and didn't know what the exchange of beautiful feathers by birds meant—he absolutely didn't know!

The excitement of her martial spirit made her unable to suppress her instincts, and the feathers fell off naturally as if by magic.

Yes, this is just a return gift!

"Still cultivating?"

"No."

To prevent the human traffickers surnamed Mu from appearing, Leng Yaozhu took the same action as always.

Leng Yaozhu rested her chin on the top of his head, her phoenix eyes half-closed, exuding a mature woman's unique languor and charm, which was displayed without any concealment. Her rich body fragrance assaulted Qian Guxingci's brain.

"Then it's time to go to bed."

As dawn broke and the morning mist had not yet dissipated, Qian Gu Xing Ci awoke first. He moved his body.

Holding my breath, I carefully lifted the blanket, like a cat deliberately holding its breath and moving quietly.

Leng Yaozhu was sleeping beside him, her eyelashes fluttering, her breathing even, her long, wine-red hair spread out on the pillow, and she looked like she was sleeping soundly.

Qian Gu Xing Ci tiptoed out of bed, opened the door, and slipped into the guest room next door.

He quickly changed into clean clothes, then crumpled up his dirty clothes and stuffed them into the deepest part of his storage soul tool. He then patted his face in the mirror.

In the bedroom, the moment Qian Gu Xing Ci closed the door, Leng Yao Zhu opened her eyes.

There was no sign of sleepiness in her wine-red phoenix eyes. She glanced down, and the tips of her ears unconsciously flushed slightly.

"Is this what growing up means...?"

The centenarian young woman had never seen such a scene before, and at this moment she felt a bit shy like a young girl.

After tidying up, she lay back down, closed her eyes, adjusted her breathing to the same rhythm as before, and continued to pretend to be asleep.

The correct way to use spiritual power in the Spirit Realm!

Not long after, light footsteps came from the corridor again.

The bedroom door was pushed open a crack, and Qian Gu Xing Ci peeked in, his gaze falling on the bed. Seeing that Leng Yao Zhu was still in the same position he had left in, his heart, which had been hanging in suspense, finally settled down.

She tiptoed back to the bedside, carefully lifted the covers, and lay back in her original position.

Chapter 118 Pre-made Dishes, Ten Thousand Years, Tianfeng's Cramming for Knowledge

The long night has passed, and the morning light shines into the room. The rice dumpling on the bed remains still, unmoved.

That's right, he stayed in bed and didn't want to face the storm.

Suddenly, a small section of the bed edge sank in.

A soft hand landed on the top of his head, patting it gently, like soothing a sleepy kitten that wouldn't wake up.

A tingling sensation came over him, and Lei Mingyan Yuteng woke up just then, reminding him of something.

"Aren't you getting up yet?" A gentle, soft voice whispered in her ear.

Qian Gu Xing Ci responded softly, "Immediately."

The footsteps went towards the door, and it wasn't until the sound of bowls and chopsticks clattering in the kitchen that Qian Gu Xing Ci suddenly crawled out of bed, dawdled, and got dressed and washed up.

The presentation was impeccable, befitting a Michelin-starred chef. A rich aroma filled the air.

Leng Yaozhu had already taken her seat, wearing a plain-colored flowing cloud dress, her long hair styled in a bun.

Qian Gu Xing Ci focused intently on eating his meal.

How's the food today?

Startled by the sudden sound, he almost dropped his chopsticks. He quickly steadied himself, cleared his throat, and replied, "Delicious, just my taste."

"But it shouldn't have been Aunt Leng who did it."

"It was sent by Sect Master Mu early this morning."

Douluo Continent version of pre-made dishes!

Leng Yaozhu's expression was no different from usual as she ate her meal.

He smoothly changed the subject, "By the way, Aunt Leng, the Thunderous Yama Vine has woken up. It conveyed its thoughts to me, wanting to break through its 100,000-year cultivation level."

Upon hearing this, Leng Yaozhu's smile vanished, replaced by obvious surprise: "The Thunderous Hell Vine can still break through 100,000 years?"

Thunderous Hell Vine is one of the most powerful plant-type soul beasts on the Douluo Continent, feeding on heavenly lightning.

Its rise and fall both stemmed from thunder; throughout history, no Thunderous Hell Vine has ever survived its 100,000-year lifespan. As if cursed by the plane of existence, its path to advancement is blocked.

"It's possible to do it by using the aura of the Golden Tree on my body, which is why Tengteng followed me willingly."

Leng Yaozhu suddenly realized and said, "In that case, let's go. It's too dangerous to have Mu Ye go with you. I have important business to attend to today and can't get away, so I won't go with you."

“Okay.” Qian Gu Xing Ci nodded in agreement.

Leng Yaozhu only returned to her room after the boy's figure had completely disappeared at the end of the courtyard gate.

This morning, just as dawn broke, when she went to tidy up the outer room, she noticed the marks on the carpet that hadn't been cleaned properly.

She always treated Qian Gu Xing Ci like her own child, watching him grow from a baby into a handsome young man.

First, he opened the memo on the Soul Guide Light Screen and typed a line on the screen: Twelve years, five months and seven days.

I quickly opened a search engine and began to study this topic with a rigorous attitude.

A boy's physiological reactions...

How should parents communicate...?

Meanwhile, Qian Gu Xing Ci and Mu Ye reunited and flew towards the sea.

Mu Ye was dressed in a black outfit, tall and upright, with Qian Gu Xing Ci following closely behind.

As far as the eye could see, there was an endless sea, with waves crashing against the reefs. The open ocean was unobstructed and sparsely populated. The two tried to find a spot without powerful sea spirit beasts to ensure everything went smoothly.

Makino's mental energy swept across the entire sea like a tide, probing the surrounding situation.

“No powerful sea spirit beasts inhabit that area, and the weaker ones dare not approach us.”

Qian Gu Xing Ci nodded, offering no objection.

The Thunderous Hell Vine emerged from the blue-gold halo. Thousands of dark purple vines instantly spread out, covering the sea surface for miles around like a giant net.

The vines were covered with fine barbs, and the tendrils trembled slightly, emitting an excited buzzing sound as they stretched wildly toward the sky.

Dark thunderclouds gathered from all directions, and in just a few breaths, they covered the entire sky, plunging the world into darkness.

A muffled rumble of thunder rolled out from the depths of the clouds, carrying an oppressive, heavenly aura that echoed throughout the entire sea.

The sea breeze grew more turbulent, and the waves at our feet surged even more violently, crashing against each other with a deafening roar.

The vines of the Thunderous Hell Vine swayed wildly, stretching out madly towards the thunderclouds.

It has waited for this day for far too long.

He had the opportunity to touch that boundary that no one of his kind had ever reached before, a boundary that had existed for 100,000 years.

Qian Gu Xing Ci looked up at the churning thunderclouds above, raised his right hand, and a crystal-clear, coiled dragon staff appeared. The staff was smooth and lustrous, with faint dragon shadows and flowing starlight within.

Charge up, throw, and the long staff cuts through the air!

The Panlong Staff transformed into a streak of light, piercing through layers of thunderclouds with unparalleled momentum.

It was like a pebble thrown into a pot of boiling oil, causing the previously dormant and restless thunderclouds to boil over completely!

Countless blue lightning bolts exploded wildly, weaving, colliding, and roaring through the clouds, transforming into thick thunder dragons that coiled and tumbled within the dark clouds, emitting deafening roars.

As the blue lightning dragon coiled, it was gradually tinged with a layer of dazzling golden light. The lightning constantly collided, compressed, and condensed, slowly transforming from a dazzling bright blue into a deep blue-gold. After continuous purification, it finally turned into a magnificent and domineering purple-gold.

The entire thundercloud turned into a purple-gold ocean.

Lei Mingyan Yuteng stared hysterically at the sky, anticipating the hysterical experience of being struck by lightning!