Douluo: Dragon King's Tai Chi Mystery

"Tengshe, release the power of deception to conceal the aura of the Radiant Dragon King on your seventh soul ring and the Radiant Dragon Spear."

Looking past the heartbroken Huanglong King, Zhao Xuanzhen turned his gaze to Tengshe.

The Radiant Dragon King is the most powerful dragon soul in Dragon Valley. He refuses to reveal his identity and must prevent Gu Yue from uncovering the truth.

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Shrek City, the 100th floor of the Spirit Tower headquarters.

In the afterglow of the setting sun, the veins of the flowers flowed with a warm luster. The room was incredibly spacious, filled with the distant tranquility of sandalwood. Every speck of dust was clearly visible in the beams of light, and a fiery red figure stood at the center of the world.

A fiery red gown accentuated her exquisite curves, from her rounded shoulders and neck to her slender waist and full, voluptuous figure. Every turn was breathtaking, a masterpiece beloved by the Creator.

Time seems to be exceptionally kind to women, leaving no trace of hardship on their fair and snow-white faces. Like a fine wine aged for many years, their breathtaking beauty becomes richer and more profound, settling into a graceful and mature radiance, a beauty that seems otherworldly.

"Thinking of Truth Fist, Flames Falling, Yearning for You..."

The sword of true memory, the candle's embers extinguished, memories run deep...

True Phoenix Palm…

With her crimson phoenix eyes slightly narrowed, the woman muttered a few moves in a melodious voice.

The predecessors are indeed predecessors. Huo Yuhao was able to research and create three original soul skills. In contrast, the beautiful woman couldn't even come up with a name, let alone turn all of the above soul skills into reality.

"Boom boom boom——"

"Enter."

The knocking interrupted the woman's jumbled thoughts. A pair of saintly, white-haired twins walked in carrying a stack of documents, saying efficiently:

"Your Majesty, this is an urgent official matter. I have requests to dispatch rare soul spirits from various Spirit Pagoda branches, maintenance of the Eighteen Heavenly Pillars Ascension Platform space, and a letter from a Federation Legion."

"Well, I see."

Leng Yaozhu gestured for the Bai sisters to place the documents on the desk, and casually said:

“Xuanzhen successfully emerged from seclusion a month ago. He and Mu Ye are on their way to Douluo Continent and should be back in the next few days. What have Na'er, Gu Yue and the others been up to lately?”

Bai Haoze recounted in great detail: "Na'er and Ye Xinglan tempered the Silver Dragon Spear Soul and the Star God Sword Soul together, while Yuan Enyehui comprehended the Cloud Vortex Fist Intent in the simulated training ground."

Bai Zhicen continued, "Gu Yue is in the research lab. The artificial ten-thousand-year soul spirit has been a great success. She and Purple Dragon Douluo are working overtime to produce it, preparing to announce it to the world on the mainland."

"By the way, Your Majesty, the Federation sent an envoy to the Spirit Pagoda requesting technological assistance regarding a virtual space capable of supporting battles between battle armor and mechs. They've encountered a spatial technology problem."

"Why don't you ask Gu Yue? She and Zi Long are experts in this area."

Leng Yaozhu waved her hand listlessly, her heart filled with the eagerness of Zhao Xuanzhen returning home, leaving her unable to care about such trivial matters.

"Yes."

The Bai sisters bowed and took their leave. Leng Yaozhu then began to handle her work, mostly routine official duties, such as signing documents in her capacity as the deputy tower master of the Spirit Pagoda.

Upon seeing the blood-red letter at the bottom of the document, Leng Yaozhu's expression suddenly changed drastically. After carefully reading it, she placed the letter into a locked drawer and said coldly:

"The timing is perfect, exactly eighteen years old."

Zhao Xuanzhen is eighteen years old this year, reaching the minimum age for military service set by the Federation. The legion hopes that he can come here to gain experience and at the same time go to the Legion's Heroes' Tomb to offer incense to his parents who died in battle.

“Tick, tick…”

Footsteps suddenly echoed in the empty hundredth floor. Leng Yaozhu turned around at the sound, and it was as if a snow-white light shone on the back of the person who came, making them appear so bright and dazzling.

"Teacher, I'm back."

The tall, slender figure standing against the light at the doorway blocked the last rays of the setting sun from shining outside. His outline was somewhat blurred in the halo of light, but his harmonious and contented demeanor was already palpable.

Leng Yaozhu's gaze seemed to be drawn by invisible threads, fixed on that face she hadn't seen for three years.

Time may have faded the boy's youthful innocence, but his features still retain the familiar, handsome outline. His dark pupils are as deep as an ancient, cold well, exuding a calm and composed demeanor, with a rhythmic quality that is both measured and firm. That dignified and imposing presence is the mark of a strong person honed through trials and tribulations. Her disciple has truly grown into a towering figure.

The longing buried deep in her heart grew like wildfire, instantly breaking through the thin ice of reason. A myriad of emotions collided fiercely in their gaze. Leng Yaozhu's red lips parted slightly, as if a thousand words were frozen in her mouth.

Zhao Xuanzhen made the first move.

With steady steps, he strode across the smooth, mirror-like ground, heading towards that brilliant, fiery red.

His tall figure completely enveloped Leng Yaozhu. She had to tilt her head slightly to see his eyes. Then, he gently opened his arms and embraced his teacher.

The sound of his heartbeat dispelled the gloom that had accumulated in my heart over the years. All the worries caused by his departure, the unspeakable unease in the dead of night, the restlessness and anxiety that lingered in my heart... all vanished in an instant.

Leng Yaozhu's tense body gradually relaxed, and she finally relied entirely on the warm embrace of the woman she missed. Her slender fingers unconsciously clenched the fabric of Zhao Xuanzhen's clothes.

After a long while, the master and disciple parted ways. Leng Yaozhu patted Zhao Xuanzhen's head, her voice trembling, "It's good that you're back, it's good that you're back. You didn't even send a message. I thought Mu Ye..."

"I've been in seclusion, which has worried my teacher."

"It's alright, it's just that the teacher is too concerned and confused."

Leng Yaozhu's crimson phoenix eyes scanned her disciple from head to toe, and she said with a smile:

"At eighteen, you're an adult. You can finally let loose and do more things that you used to look forward to but couldn't do because of the rules."

After speaking, Zhao Xuanzhen's expression suddenly became subtle. Leng Yaozhu realized the ambiguity in his words and weakly added:

"I mean, after you turn eighteen, you can hold a high-ranking position in the Spirit Pagoda, instead of just being a core disciple."

“Teacher is absolutely right, I have been looking forward to this for a long time,” Zhao Xuanzhen replied succinctly.

Seeing her direct disciple suddenly become serious, Leng Yaozhu was immediately annoyed. With a stern face, she picked up her delicate hand and gently tapped his head.

"Teacher, what are you doing..." Zhao Xuanzhen looked both amused and exasperated.

"Disrespecting teachers and elders deserves a beating."

"Hmm... he deserves to be hit."

Chapter 154: King Na'er's Epic Lung-Passing, Qian Gu Zhang Ting's Poaching, and the Struggle for the Spirit Transmission Envoy (4K)

The thirtieth floor of the Spirit Pagoda, the Grand Martial Arts Arena.

The Grand Martial Arts Arena is the daily training ground for the elite disciples of the Spirit Pagoda. Young geniuses sparring with each other can be seen everywhere on the 108 Soul-Battle Platforms. On the central Soul-Battle Platform No. 1, two graceful figures are engaged in an exceptionally fierce battle.

On the left side of the arena, a woman held a bright yellow longsword. Her long golden hair, like sunlight cascading down, was tied into a neat high ponytail. As the longsword drew a dazzling and sharp arc, her stunning face was cold and indifferent, and her clear blue eyes, as blue as the sky, were focused and resolute, firmly locking onto her opponent.

The blonde woman was exceptionally beautiful, but her opponent was even more breathtakingly beautiful, as if she embodied all the pure light of heaven and earth. Her silver hair cascaded like a waterfall under the moon, reflecting in her pure, silvery-white eyes. In her hand, she gripped a long spear, its shaft silvery-white, its tip gleaming with a cold light, taking the shape of a dragon's head.

"Boom, boom, boom——"

Without unleashing their soul skills, they fought purely using the way of the spear and sword, their inner wills constantly clashing and colliding.

Dodging the nimble, ghostly thrust of the Silver Dragon Spear by turning her head, Ye Xinglan lightly twisted her wrist, causing the Star God Sword to shine brightly. The light and shadow around the sword distorted, and countless dazzling starlight emerged.

Accompanied by the will of the Star God Sword Soul, starlight constructs a star map of sword energy. Against the deep dark background, stars are born and die, and sword energy crisscrosses, cutting down everything.

"Well done!"

With a clear shout, Na'er unleashed a dragon's roar, and the spear's shadow pierced the air, causing the air to distort violently wherever the silver dragon spear pointed. A majestic silver dragon phantom suddenly solidified, coiling around the silver dragon spear, its head raised and roaring angrily. The spear's spirit moved with its master, carrying Na'er's will to shatter the void, and charged forward relentlessly towards the sword energy star map.

"Roar--"

Sword energy rained down, a silver dragon roared, and the star map was ripped open by the silver dragon spear, scattering and annihilating countless starlight.

Na'er charged left and right, her silver dragon spear carrying the residual power to pierce through the stars, shattering the last wisp of star god sword energy and transforming into silver lightning that pierced the sky!

The outcome was decided; the silver spear tip was no more than two inches away from the faint blue veins throbbing beneath Ye Xinglan's fair neck!

"Come again!"

Na'er removed the Silver Dragon Spear, twirled it beautifully, and returned to her original position in a flash of silver light.

"Ah."

From the day the Douluo delegation returned to the Sun Moon Federation, Ye Xinglan and Na'er often sparred. They were both at the second stage of the Soul Realm, making them suitable to be each other's whetstones.

Regrouping and charging forward, Ye Xinglan assumed a charging stance. Although Na'er always had the advantage, as a tenacious and persistent swordsman, Ye Xinglan was determined not to back down or give in. The battle would never end!

Na'er exhaled a breath of turbid air, her Silver Dragon Spear poised to strike. As if sensing something from the depths of her being, she subconsciously glanced to the side and saw a figure appear below the Soul Arena. The guy she had been longing for was looking at her with a beaming smile.

"Zhao Xuanzhen!"

Overwhelmed by immense joy, Na'er casually tossed the Silver Dragon Spear into the air and used spatial teleportation to leap into Zhao Huaizhen's arms, lingering in the familiar warmth of his embrace while simultaneously launching into her long-awaited complaint mode:

Three years! Three years!

I haven't replied to a single message, haven't answered any calls, and I haven't even looked at the photos of my legs you sent me. What are you trying to do?!

Na'er launched into a barrage of accusations, then released her long-lost childhood sweetheart and began furiously pounding Zhao Xuanzhen's chest with her small fists, striking him with lightning speed.

There was no pain, and the silver-haired girl was reluctant to exert herself; she was just putting on an act to vent her emotions, after all, she had been separated from Zhao Xuanzhen for the longest time.

"Sorry, this seclusion has lasted a bit longer than usual..."

Zhao Xuanzhen gently held Na'er's delicate hand and hugged her again. Her warm and tender body instantly softened, and she had zero resistance to the embrace of her beloved.

Amidst the heartwarming scene, the Silver Dragon Spear lay stiffly on the ground, its spirit looking utterly aggrieved. This wasn't the first time it had been abandoned by its master. In its power struggle with Zhao Xuanzhen, it had suffered a crushing defeat, always serving as Na'er's Plan B.

With one hand, Ye Xinglan picked up the "wailing" silver dragon spear, holding the spear in her left hand and a sword in her right, and slowly approached Zhao Xuanzhen. She gazed at the handsome face that was engraved countless times in the depths of her memory, her red lips pressed into a straight line.

"Xinglan."

"Welcome home..."

They had shared kisses more than once, and Zhao Xuanzhen had even given her the soul bone of a 100,000-year-old star-patterned sea serpent king. Ye Xinglan believed that he had accepted her feelings and always regarded Zhao Xuanzhen as her only lover.

For the past three years, Ye Xinglan's longing and worries have been no less than anyone else's. However, in front of Na'er, Ye Xinglan would restrain her emotions and not rush to express them. She would wait until she was alone with Zhao Xuanzhen to let them out.

Two stunningly beautiful girls, one in gold and one in silver, accompanied him. They hadn't changed much from the girls Zhao Xuanzhen remembered. If he had to point out a difference, it would probably be that their body shapes and the two impeccably beautiful facial features were slightly different.

Three years have passed, and they have grown up. Their bodies have officially entered adulthood, becoming upright and graceful, radiant and charming, doubly alluring, doubly beautiful, and doubly powerful.

Na'er looked around, searching high and low, and finally puffed out her full chest, proudly saying, "Gu Yue didn't come with me, so... the first person you looked for when you came back was me!"

What does this mean? King Na'er was so overwhelmed with victory that she pinned Gu Yue to the ground and humiliated her severely!

"Let me smell you, see if you've been doing anything bad behind my back."

Na'er brought her stunningly beautiful face close to Zhao Xuanzhen's chest, her breath coming in gasps as she tried to discern the scent of her childhood sweetheart.

"No, no! It really smells like a woman!"

Upon hearing this, Ye Xinglan's expression changed drastically. He didn't bother to avoid Na'er, went over and took a deep sniff, and said softly, "Aunt Leng's is not an outsider."

"Oh, then it's alright."

Na'er patted Zhao Xuanzhen on the shoulder, giving him a look of praise that said, "I knew I hadn't misjudged you."

Na'er had no objection to Zhao Xuanzhen meeting Leng Yaozhu. Elders should be given priority, and a disciple returning from a long journey should pay respects to his teacher first. As long as no girl of the same age is above her, Na'er would not sound the alarm.

A potential crisis was averted without anyone noticing, and Zhao Xuanzhen secretly praised himself for his foresight.

Fortunately, I spent a month in quarantine at the Blacksmith Association to upgrade my battle armor. If I had rushed back to the Spirit Pagoda as soon as I arrived on Douluo Continent, those two immortals, with their keen sense of smell, would have been able to smell even what kind of seafood I ate last night!

"I'm going to the research lab to find Gu Yue, do you want to come along?" Zhao Xuanzhen changed the subject.

"Forget it." Na'er pouted. "There's a fly buzzing around Gu Yue now. I don't want to see that greasy, disgusting face."

Ye Xinglan nodded in deep agreement, clearly aware of the matter.

"Then you should go to the hundredth floor first. Our teacher has something important to discuss with us."

"Uh-huh."

……

The walls were clean and white, the research room was spotless, soft light flowed from the ceiling, and the air was filled with the metallic scent of precision instruments, with soul-guided energy flowing invisibly.

A tall woman wore a pure white lab coat. The coat was simply cut, but it could not hide the beautiful curves beneath it. Her face was serene and elegant, and she possessed an aura that was hard for ordinary people to match. Her skin was as white as snow and so delicate that it seemed to glow.

His dark eyes were like bottomless, cold pools, calm and focused, containing indescribable wisdom. At this moment, he stared intently at the technological creation before him, a man-made, ten-thousand-year-old soul, the Thunder Beast.

The Thunder Beast is a powerful thunder-attribute soul beast with a violent and easily angered temperament. However, it now shows a gentleness that is completely different from what is recorded in ancient books. Its long lightning tail extends affectionately, restraining all its ferocity, and gently brushes against the woman's outstretched palm.

A subtle ripple appeared on the woman's serene face—a look of relief and relaxation.

The creation of artificial ten-thousand-year-old soul spirits requires gradual development. The first experimental product was a ten-thousand-year-old blue wolf with an ordinary bloodline, marking the birth of ten-thousand-year-old soul spirits. Subsequently, the woman attempted to create various artificial soul spirits, and to this day, she can even create thunder beasts, meaning that she has already met the conditions for creating most ten-thousand-year-old soul spirits.

"As expected of you, Gu Yue."

A sigh of admiration rang out in the research room. The man walked slowly to Gu Yue's side, his face showing undisguised appreciation and admiration.

The Prince of Chuanling Pagoda, the Eternal Pavilion.

"The day when the artificial, ten-thousand-year-old soul is revealed to the world will surely be the day when the Spirit Pagoda surpasses the three major powers and ascends to the top," Qian Gu Zhangting said sincerely.

Gu Yue glanced at him, her eyes flashing with a chilling light: "The artificial soul spirit is far from being a complete success. The difficulty of creating the Thunder Beast is incomparable to that of super soul beasts such as the Dark Gold Terrorclaw Bear and the Evil Eye Tyrant. The technology can only be considered a defective product."