Douluo: Dragon King's Tai Chi Mystery

The moonlight was like silver, and the sea of ​​clouds merged with the sky. A cool night breeze caressed his face as Zhao Xuanzhen looked down at the earth from his high vantage point, watching the glorious Tiandou City gradually shrink and disappear into the distance.

“Senior Muye, turning a sneak attack into coercion is not fair.” Zhao Xuanzhen looked at Muye.

You are in danger!

I almost triggered the Eight Deceptions Gods' protection mechanism just now; Tengshe nearly launched a point-blank explosion!

"You brat, you're getting a good deal and you're still acting innocent." Mu Ye sneered. "Tonight, I, the sect master, will lead you through the most important ritual in a Soul Master's life: the second awakening of your Soul Martial Soul."

"Not accepting you into the main sect, but making an exception for a second awakening. I'm giving you a chance to rephrase your words, isn't that fair of me?"

"It's so authentic."

Zhao Xuanzhen nodded and sincerely gave a thumbs up.

This exception was foreseeable, as Zhao Xuanzhen had already noticed during the meal that Mu Ye was a completely different person before and after cooking, probably due to someone's persuasion.

Of all the people Zhao Xuanzhen knew, only the Illusionary Brain Douluo Han Tianyi had the qualifications and ability to persuade Mu Ye. It was also Han Tianyi who led Zhao Xuanzhen to avoid Leng Yaozhu and come here. The old comrade had already calculated everything clearly to ensure that both sides would benefit.

Regardless, the gratitude for the second awakening is a fact. A debt of gratitude that is as deep as a spring should be repaid with a drop of water. To take the fate of someone who has received even a drop of water as a death sentence is the behavior of a beast.

As a normal human being, Zhao Xuanzhen will inevitably repay Mu Ye in the future by helping to revive the Body Sect.

As the two traversed the sky, Zhao Xuanzhen suddenly frowned and asked, "Senior Main Body, where are we going?"

"I'll tell you when we get there," Makino said mysteriously, though a closer look revealed a rather sly nature.

An ominous feeling crept into Zhao Xuanzhen's heart. With his excellent sense of direction, Mu Ye did not fly towards the sea closest to Tian Dou City, but instead continued to move inland.

"It seems my second awakening didn't take place in the ocean..."

Zhao Xuanzhen knew perfectly well that the first generation of the original sect master was framed and sunk into the deep sea. Under the immense pressure of the seawater, his martial soul awakened a second time, unleashing the true power of his original martial soul.

The second awakening of the main body's martial soul is, in essence, using external pressure to stimulate the limits of the human body, to the extreme to squeeze out the potential of the soul master, and to stimulate the emergence of new potential in desperate situations.

The ocean was just one of many pressures. Tang Wulin's deep-sea training was because he was on a ship bound for the Star Luo Continent at the time, with almost no other choice. Zhao Xuanzhen's situation was completely different; now he was in the inland city of Tian Dou, able to go anywhere, both in the sky and on the ground.

Mu Ye doesn't need to be obsessed with the sea; he has nine ways to drain Zhao Xuanzhen dry!

An hour later, a canyon came into view. Moonlight spilled onto the rugged rocks, bathing the entire canyon in an eerie crimson hue.

On the dark red ground, the withered trees twisted and turned like the claws of demons dancing wildly, and thick red liquid seeped from the cracks in the bark. Half-rotten vines hung from the branches, like countless hanging ropes swaying silently.

"Welcome to Death Valley," Makino said in a deliberately low, sinister voice.

"Death Valley..."

Zhao Xuanzhen squinted. The map of the continent did not depict this place, but he had read all three parts of Douluo Continent, and even managed to read half of the story of the lazy protagonist ten thousand years later. He quickly searched through his memories and found a few words.

Twenty thousand years ago, in the Soul Master Tournament, the Spirit Hall team was defeated by Tang San and the Shrek Seven Devils. The Golden Generation, determined to learn from their defeat, vowed to hone their skills and reclaim their dignity and glory. Hu Liena ventured alone to the City of Slaughter, while Xie Yue and Yan teamed up to venture into the Valley of Death!

"Death Valley can be traced back to the Spirit Hall period."

As expected, Mu Ye began to explain: "The environment of Death Valley is extremely harsh, and it has little practical value. Therefore, the Spirit Hall has always regarded it as one of the cruelest punishments."

The Battle of Jialing Pass ended in utter defeat, the Spirit Hall was destroyed, and Death Valley became a no-man's land. Later, it was taken into the sect by the predecessors of the Body Sect, who sought out this kind of evil land for their second awakening.

The second awakening is a process of extracting human potential, and it is an extremely painful test.

Are you ready?

Before Zhao Xuanzhen could reply, Mu Ye immediately released his grip on Zhao Xuanzhen's clothes. "I don't care if you're not ready, get off!"

A fierce wind whistled past his ears as Zhao Xuanzhen plummeted from the sky like a meteor, moonlight pouring down to illuminate the deep blue depths of his eyes.

"The character '巽' signifies a storm."

The strong wind steadily supported Zhao Xuanzhen's falling body, and he landed safely.

"Wow, what an amazing little trick!"

Mu Ye yelled in exasperation. He had originally planned to launch a surprise attack to save Zhao Xuanzhen at the last minute and stimulate his potential, but Zhao Xuanzhen could ride the wind, so his plan failed immediately!

Zhao Xuanzhen curled the corners of his mouth and followed the twisting, winding path straight into the depths of Death Valley.

A cold wind swirled, stirring up fine, bone-dust-like sand and gravel. Every wisp of air felt like the fingernails of a dead soul, slicing through the skin with an icy chill.

The air rushed into his mouth and nose, and the feeling of suffocation felt like a sharp blade cutting through his chest. Zhao Xuanzhen could faintly hear his bones creaking, his eardrums throbbing with pain, and his body felt as if it were bound by invisible chains, dragging him toward the abyss.

"An evil aura..."

Death Valley is imbued with an ever-present malevolent aura, constantly eroding the bodies and souls of intruders. Zhao Xuanzhen decisively released his Yin and Yang energies, extinguishing the pervasive evil in the air.

The moonlight shattered into mottled fragments, growing farther and farther away, darker and darker.

As Zhao Xuanzhen's foot rolled over a half-buried skeleton, phosphorescent flames lit up in the hollow eye sockets of the skeleton the instant he passed by. The eerie green flames shot out three feet before instantly turning to ashes.

From the depths of Death Valley came rustling sounds, like thousands of insects gnawing at flesh and blood. A strong stench of decay permeated the air, mixed with the smell of rust and sulfur, almost solidifying into a tangible form.

Zhao Xuanzhen stopped in his tracks, and in the distance, the eerie green lights shone like will-o'-the-wisps.

Makino's voice rang out at just the right moment: "The evil aura within Death Valley is not the most terrifying crisis."

The truly deadly creatures are the undead that spawn from them; they are neither human nor beast, fearless of death, and have an abnormal thirst for life energy.

The eerie green lights began to flicker, revealing pairs of cruel and greedy eyes. The sound of bones grinding together was hoarse and unpleasant, and the undead creatures gradually revealed their outlines.

The lich's hunched body was covered with festering bones, pus and blood oozing from the broken horns of the evil spirit, and sparks flew as the skeletal claws dragged across the ground.

The obese monster in the front row grinned, its mouth splitting open to its ears, its tongue licking its layers of sharp teeth. Green saliva dripped onto the rocks, corroding them into hissing pits.

Undead creatures naturally exist in the Douluo Continent; otherwise, there wouldn't be Abominations, Liches, Skeleton Kings, or Soul Masters with Bone Dragon Martial Souls. Death Valley is one of the gathering places for undead creatures.

The densely packed undead creatures filled every inch of the horizon. Zhao Xuanzhen looked up at the sky and silently watched Mu Ye. He said nothing, yet it was as if he had said everything.

"The sect has neglected to clean up for decades, so there are indeed too many of them." Mu Ye scratched his head awkwardly, "However, our overall strength is limited. I, the sect leader, believe in you. If you wipe them out, you will be invincible!"

"real or fake……"

Zhao Xuanzhen exhaled a breath of turbid air, and his three ten-thousand-year soul rings instantly lit up, unleashing the full power of his territory-based Dao techniques!

Since things have come to this, let's just get to it!

……

"Bam—"

As dawn broke, a beam of dark golden light burst forth in Death Valley. Mu Ye shattered a large number of undead creatures with a single blow, and pulled a blood-soaked figure from a pile of skeletons, marveling at the sight:

"You're really good at fighting, kid. A peerless prodigy in practical combat! Even with your soul power and mental power exhausted, you still managed to hold on with your fist technique that uses the opponent's force against them. It took a total of twenty-seven waves of undead creatures charging in succession to wear you down."

Zhao Xuanzhen was completely exhausted. After draining the last bit of energy from his body, he lost even the strength to speak. His face was as pale as a dead fish, and he had no life at all.

The more talented someone is, the more painful it is to unleash their potential. Others can only withstand eight or nine waves of undead creatures before they are defeated, but Zhao Xuanzhen is too persistent. His combat power far surpasses that of the former genius of the Body Sect. He fought from midnight to dawn and finally achieved the effect of burning out.

The two returned to the Blacksmith Association of Tiandou City by the same route. Mu Ye threw the muddy Zhao Xuanzhen onto the bed, his palms turning dark gold as he patted Zhao Xuanzhen's back dozens of times, each pat subtly infusing a stream of energy into it.

Zhao Xuanzhen's skin then emitted a halo, a layer of magnificent golden patterns that spread throughout his body like blood vessels.

"The secret technique allows your body, which is on the verge of its limit, to achieve maximum relaxation."

Mu Ye wiped the sweat from his brow and said with satisfaction, "Your vigor and strength are unparalleled in my life. The true self that the sect's predecessors imagined is truly extraordinary."

I can't wait to see what level the second awakening of my true self will be...

By the way, you have quite a few injuries. I'll get you some medicine. Continue training tonight.

Makino left the room humming a tune, leaving Zhao Xuanzhen lying on the bed with a sorrowful expression, feeling that he was destined to be a life of toil and hardship...

"Squeak-"

The door was gently pushed open, and before the person even arrived, a refreshing fragrance filled the air. This was definitely not the smell of food from Mu Ye's cook. Zhao Xuanzhen turned around with difficulty, and a slender figure in black, holding a jade bottle, sat down beside him with a smile.

Gu Yue.

Seeing the obvious doubt in Zhao Xuanzhen's eyes, Gu Yue explained, "I met Senior Main Body on the way. He said you were injured and sent me to help you apply medicine."

"That's it, sorry to trouble you."

Zhao Xuanzhen was in poor condition. The backlash from the Tengshe spirit, coupled with a whole night of high-intensity training, left him feeling exhausted, as if a month's worth of energy had been depleted in just thirty seconds. He buried his face in the fluffy pillow, his bloodied back facing upwards, obediently letting Gu Yue do as she pleased.

"No trouble."

Gu Yue smiled like a triumphant little fox. In fact, she did bump into Mu Ye, but she volunteered to apply the medicine for Zhao Xuanzhen.

As long as he showed a shy, girlish expression, Makino would naturally be handed over to her!

The Silver Dragon King, a symbol of wisdom!

Lung fog, cry, cry out loud!

Gu Yue tore open Zhao Xuanzhen's tattered clothes and discovered that he was actually a top-quality man with a muscular physique. His jade-white back glistened with moisture, and his muscles bulged in just the right curves, making him look like a nine-sectioned green bamboo, vigorous and upright.

Clothing scraps stuck to the wound. Gu Yue used water element to carefully clean the surrounding area, then used icy tweezers to accurately pick them up. Finally, she squeezed a ball of ointment onto her fingertip and pressed it on. The moment she did, Zhao Xuanzhen gasped.

"Does it hurt?"

"...I suspect that the original Douluo retaliated by adding several times the amount of some kind of spicy herb."

Zhao Xuanzhen turned his head and said seriously, a burning pain coming over him, his expression twitching slightly.

"Shh-"

The girl pressed her index finger to his lips, and the morning breeze carried the fragrance of her sleeves into his nostrils. In his daze, Zhao Xuanzhen heard the sticky sound of ointment being rubbed open.

Kneeling beside him, Gu Yue's slender legs beneath her skirt resembled jade soaked in milk, and her hands, covered in white ointment, waved in front of Zhao Xuanzhen.

"Bear with it. It's always the girl who cries out in pain." Gu Yue's voice rose at the end.

Zhao Xuanzhen was convinced that Mu Ye had definitely added something extra; his skin was bursting with heat, as if someone had poured molten copper into his pores.

The girl's soft palm felt like it was wrapped in icy silk, moving with a strange rhythm from her tailbone down to her shoulders and neck, a sensation of intense pain intertwined with coolness wherever it touched. Zhao Xuanzhen clearly felt Gu Yue's little finger hook under his ribs, deliberately scratching the edge of the wound with her nail.

"An evil aura... It's said that evil attributes are very difficult to remove. Will the wound leave a scar?"

She leaned down, her nose close to his shoulder, her warm breath brushing against him, causing Zhao Xuanzhen's earlobes to turn a suspicious red.

"No, the original spirit has a very strong recovery ability."

The medicinal effects surged like thousands of fire ants biting his back, but at that very moment, Gu Yue tucked her long hair behind her ear, and as the ends of her hair brushed against Zhao Xuanzhen's waist, it looked just like a gentle rain falling from the sky.

"Turn around, it's time to face it."

"Ah."

In the morning light, dust motes fluttered like gold dust, settling on the girl's eyelashes and forming tiny halos of light. In Zhao Xuanzhen's eyes, a serene and exquisite face was reflected, radiating a captivating blush.

"What did you and Senior Main Body do? How did you get all injured?"

"It was basically a whole night of clanging, clattering, and snapping..."

"Really? Your use of onomatopoeia is really terrible."

Gu Yue chuckled, lowering her eyes to evenly apply the ointment. At the same time, she parted her red lips slightly and asked meaningfully, "If it were Na'er now, what would she say in this situation?"

“Her…” Zhao Xuanzhen tried to put himself in her shoes.

"Most likely, my good boy, all the pain has flown away!"

Gu Yue chuckled and mimicked Zhao Xuanzhen's tone: "The pain has all flown away!"

"You're so childish... huh?"

Zhao Xuanzhen was halfway through his rant when he suddenly realized with horror that the cat had actually flown away!

Ancient Moon Divine Healer!

Chapter 32 Na'er: Zhao Xuanzhen is a stingy person, Mu Ye's True Form Lesson (4K)

The sky was clear and the clouds were light, and life was peaceful. Zhao Xuanzhen lay flat on the bed while Gu Yue meticulously applied medicine.

"Ok?"

Zhao Xuanzhen suddenly let out a soft murmur.

"Don't be nervous, I'm just helping you relax."

With a gentle touch, Gu Yue pressed down on the shoulder blade that was trying to get up. She spoke casually, the medicinal fragrance seeping from the wound intertwining with the delicate scent emanating from the girl's clothes, weaving a large net from which she could not escape.

"Jingle Bell--"

The soul-guided communicator rang at an inopportune moment, interrupting Zhao Xuanzhen's thoughts. Gu Yue reached out and handed it over, and the words "Teacher" were clearly written on the soul-guided screen.

“Xuanzhen”.

He pressed the answer button, and Leng Yaozhu's gentle and mature voice immediately came through. Hearing her voice, Zhao Xuanzhen couldn't help but smile.