Douluo: Dragon King's Tai Chi Mystery

Your Yin-Yang attributes...

Makino was speechless for a moment, seemingly unable to think of a suitable word to describe Zhao Xuanzhen.

"Perhaps I'm just better at being sarcastic or insincere towards others."

Zhao Xuanzhen chimed in with a harmless joke.

"Keep it up from now on."

Makino nodded, then his smile faded, and he said in a deep voice:

"Being yourself is the key to a powerful Martial Soul, but I want to emphasize one thing: in addition to sticking to being yourself, you must always believe in yourself."

When ancient humans raised torches to fight against the Soul Beast race hundreds of thousands of years ago, we glimpsed that humans were both torchbearers and flames themselves.

Humans are the most intelligent of all beings, and the masters of the world. Soul Masters should respect nature and the powers that are temporarily superior to us, but they must not fear those powers. One day, even the legendary supreme Dragon God will have to grovel at the feet of humankind.

Xuanzhen, you have awakened the most powerful original martial soul. Its true essence lies in transcending your true self and constantly shedding your old self. Your original ancestor had a profound expectation...

The true self has no limits.

"Senior, I've remembered you."

Zhao Xuanzhen's future is infinitely bright, and the enemies he faces are incomparably powerful. His true self is equal to his entirety, and will eventually undergo self-rebirth, transforming into an eternal and indestructible totem.

Seeing the determination in the boy's eyes, Mu Ye took out an ancient and weathered manual from his storage soul tool, on which were written four bold and wild dark gold characters.

The secret of the body.

"Keep this safe. You can use it to study as you like during this time. If you don't understand anything, come and ask me."

Gently wiping the surface of the ancient book with his sleeve, Mu Ye solemnly handed over the secret of its essence to Zhao Xuanzhen.

"Thank you, Senior Main Body."

Zhao Xuanzhen's eyes narrowed, and he accepted the secret of the body with both hands.

Knowing that the key to the second awakening is to unleash potential under extreme conditions, Zhao Xuanzhen was able to follow Tang Wulin's old path to conduct deep-sea training, and the second awakening did not depend on Mu Ye.

More than his second awakening, what truly interested him was the Secret of the Body, a book that recorded the Body Sect's various top-secret techniques.

If we go back ten thousand years, only the sect master/young sect master of the Body Sect was qualified to cultivate its secret techniques. However, during the Dragon King Legend era when the Body Sect declined, Mu Ye would make an exception and allow a third person to cultivate the secrets of the Body Sect.

Looking at the still young Zhao Xuanzhen, Mu Ye's expression was somewhat conflicted, and at the same time contained a bit of shame for speaking to a junior. His lips moved a few times, and his eyes flickered as he said:

“Xuanzhen… if one day in the future, a disciple of the Body Sect comes to our door seeking our help, I hope that, given our shared destiny, I can lend a hand.”

The once glorious Body Sect, which overshadowed the Sea God Pavilion, is now reduced to just the master and disciple. Mu Ye is genuinely worried that the Body Sect will be extinct in Aruheng's generation and completely disappear into the torrent of history.

"Senior Body, the principle of equivalent exchange is an immutable law of the world. We should repay kindness with gratitude and repay any favors we have received. If Body Sect ever comes to us in the future, I will do my utmost to help you."

"it is good……"

Zhao Xuanzhen had already become Leng Yaozhu's direct disciple, and his minimum qualification was to become the deputy tower master of the Spirit Pagoda. Mu Ye wanted a promise.

"Senior Body, since Body Sect has so few members, why not recruit Soul Masters with strong blood and qi to join the sect?"

Zhao Xuanzhen looked curious. As one of the Eight Deceitful Gods, representing mighty power, his Qi and Blood were also surging. Yet Mu Ye didn't show any interest, which didn't seem to match the extent to which this sect master desired Qi and Blood Soul Masters.

Mu Ye raised an eyebrow and said irritably, "We are the Body Sect, not the Blood Qi Sect."

Look at Uncle Illusion's brain martial soul, does it even have anything to do with blood and qi? And what about his physical martial souls like eyes and hair... Physical bodies encompass everything and cannot be simply understood as blood and qi!

Furthermore, the Body Sect ultimately relies on Body Soul Masters for inheritance; what's the point of allowing non-Body Soul Masters to enter the sect?

"Really……"

Zhao Xuanzhen expressed his doubts, but Mu Ye coughed and changed the subject:

"Okay, we can't say it outright."

This is because I encountered a true martial soul; otherwise, I would indeed consider recruiting a young soul master with outstanding blood and qi into the Body Sect. After all, Aruheng… sigh!

Mu Ye covered his face and sighed. Zhao Xuanzhen couldn't help but smile. It seemed that Aruheng was indeed unreliable and could not become the leader who revitalized the Body Sect.

"Let's not talk about troublesome things anymore, let's talk about something about you." Makino waved his hand, starting a new topic.

"You have three tasks during this period. First, of course, is to complete the second awakening of your main body martial soul. Second, you need to learn the secrets of your main body."

Finally... what did you choose as your second career?

"Mecha design, mecha manufacturing, mecha repair," Zhao Xuanzhen said.

"Good heavens, cultivating all three at the same time!" Mu Ye's eyes suddenly twitched: "You have quite the ambition. In this way, the battle armor you create will be 100% compatible with you."

I remember that Tianfeng Douluo was a level nine mecha designer and an level eight mecha builder, and my martial uncle was a level nine mecha repairman. Did they both teach you your second profession?

"correct."

"No wonder my martial uncle gave me a hint..."

Mu Ye suddenly realized that he was a level nine mecha engineer. Level nine was worlds apart from level eight, and Han Tianyi clearly wanted him to teach Zhao Xuanzhen mecha manufacturing.

"In that case, I will teach you mecha manufacturing from now on. Among the many level nine mecha manufacturers in the Sun Moon Federation, no one dares to say that their level is above mine," Mu Ye said arrogantly.

"You like mechs, especially red-level mechs!"

The red mech, also known as the god-level mech, requires the finest materials and the most advanced forging techniques. Its creator infuses it with their own life essence, and there have even been instances where the soul and the mech have become one.

“Usually, at most, someone would get a mecha for transportation,” Zhao Xuanzhen bluntly stated.

Those who break through to the Limit Douluo realm almost all possess four-word battle armor. The Holy Dragon Douluo Enci from the neighboring continent, as well as the two emperors of the Holy Spirit Cult, all cultivate four-word battle armor through special methods. Compared to the two, the red-level mecha with three-word battle armor seems like a joke.

There are quite a few exceptionally talented monsters, but some of them have lost their way on the path of progress. For example, the sect leader in front of us is immersed in the red-level mecha. Zhao Xuanzhen does not want to be the second Mu Ye. He has already learned enough knowledge.

……

One month later, Death Valley.

Strange trees grow in abundance, eerie winds howl, and an evil aura frantically erodes any creature that dares to trespass upon them.

"boom--"

The Tai Chi movement traced a perfect circle, and the two enormous abominations flew backward, their chests grotesquely caved in, greasy fat gushing out.

Zhao Xuanzhen's figure was frozen in a posture with his arms outstretched and knees slightly bent. His long, black hair fell smoothly like flowing water, and the corpses of undead creatures were scattered all over the field, forming small hills.

Squeezing out the last bit of strength from his body, Zhao Xuanzhen swayed for a moment, but with the support of his inner will, he managed to stay upright and not fall to the ground.

"Training is over."

A flash of dark golden light appeared, and Mu Ye reached out and scooped up Zhao Xuanzhen. The undead creature roared madly at the sky, and could only watch the two of them disappear into the distance with resentment.

Above the sky, Mu Ye held the exhausted Zhao Xuanzhen in one hand and rubbed his chin with the other, saying in a puzzled tone, "Strange, although the limit is forty-nine days, the second awakening of the main body's martial soul usually takes about twenty days..."

Today is the thirtieth day, why haven't you made a move yet?

Zhao Xuanzhen smiled helplessly. The reason was not something he could tell outsiders. This past month had been a period of backlash from fusing with the Tengshe, and he was in a weakened state.

The one-month period has ended. Lao Zhen has returned to his peak glory and will have enough time to undergo a second awakening within nineteen days.

Under the dim sunlight, the two streaked across the sky like shooting stars, returning to the Blacksmith Association of Tiandou City.

Zhao Xuanzhen's life is now regular. In the morning, Mu Ye drags him to Death Valley to fight undead creatures until they burn out. Then he returns to the Blacksmith Association for lunch and then studies mecha manufacturing/body secret techniques.

After a day of hard work, one of the women, Gu Yue or Na'er, would wait for him in the room with a smile (to apply medicine), and then they would meditate and rest.

Zhao Xuanzhen and Mu Ye stepped into the small kitchen, where Shenjiang Zhenhua, Na'er, and Jiutian sat down to wait for them to start their meal. The kitchen glass reflected Gu Yue's slender figure.

"Gu Yue is cooking?"

Zhao Xuanzhen was slightly taken aback. These past few days, Mu Ye had been the one to cook, but today it was Gu Yue who had taken over.

With his hands behind his back, Mu Ye sighed like someone who had been through it all, "The little girl insisted on learning to cook, and I couldn't refuse her, so I just taught her a few tricks."

The way to a boy's heart is through his stomach. Kid, you're lucky!

Upon hearing this, Zhao Xuanzhen remained calm and composed, while Na'er, standing to the side, angrily chewed on her chopsticks, her silver hair slightly disheveled.

Gu Yue's move was too insidious!

During this month, Na'er experienced firsthand what it means to be anxious and uneasy, fearing that her plump, healthy pig at home would be taken away by a bad woman.

Gu Yue's skill level is too high; she has knowledge of everything from astronomy and geography to mecha and combat armor, massage, and cooking. With her serene and beautiful appearance, elegant and tranquil demeanor, and meticulous yet witty personality, she is practically the perfect partner.

Na'er panicked. Actually, she couldn't distinguish between liking and love; she was just a girl who didn't want another girl to take away her cherished doll.

"It's time to eat."

Gu Yue carried over plates of dishes, smiled at Zhao Xuanzhen with a radiant smile, like a blooming flower: "You've had a hard fight, try my cooking."

Her stunning beauty was just one item in Gu Yue's arsenal; she was an extremely intelligent girl who knew that looks and figure were not something that could last.

Gu Yue devised a plan to win over Zhao Xuanzhen by showcasing her outstanding abilities from multiple angles, attracting his attention, and then gradually suppressing and replacing Na'er.

Thanks to Gu Yue's persistent efforts, their relationship visibly warmed up.

During the process of winning him over, Gu Yue discovered that Zhao Xuanzhen was a very, very good person. Despite possessing top-notch looks, talent, and background, he had none of the bad habits of a spoiled brat. He had a set of standards for doing things, and she felt very comfortable when she was with him.

She admitted that Na'er had excellent judgment, and that Zhao Xuanzhen was worthy of being the core of the Silver Dragon King's humanity, making her even more eager to have him submit to Queen Guyue.

"Wow—"

One by one, the silver-white lids were lifted, and the halo of the chandelier was broken by the rising steam, revealing fish meat with pale cherry-colored frosty patterns. In the golden broth made from bird's nest and ham, peony-shaped flowers floated, with crab roe outlining the veins of the petals.

The mutton, braised until it was as smooth and lustrous as jade, was covered with a layer of white jelly formed from Tian Shan star chrysanthemums. Thin strips of beef, as thin as cicada wings, cast silhouettes like a carousel, and the whole room was instantly filled with the aroma and flavor of the dish.

Na'er's eyes lit up. She picked up a piece of chilled mutton and put it in her mouth. The aroma of the mutton spread throughout her body, and a feeling of happiness burst forth from within.

Never mind, let's have a big meal first!

Seeing this, Gu Yue calmly served food to Zhao Xuanzhen, but the slight curve of her lips inadvertently betrayed her.

A foodie whose mind is filled with food is no match for her. Gu Yue is very confident that even if Na'er has another four years, she will not be able to win over Zhao Xuanzhen. She is destined to be a loser in this life!

"Xuanzhen, Donghai Academy starts tomorrow, and I need to go back to school," Gu Yue said softly.

Zhao Xuanzhen stopped showing off his food, looked at the beautiful fair face under the dark bangs, and said, "I'll give it to you."

"Ah."

Gu Yue certainly wanted to stay by Zhao Xuanzhen's side to continue her conquest, but she also wanted to return to Donghai Academy to investigate Tang Wulin's bloodline anomaly. Overnight, the Golden Dragon King inexplicably degenerated into a golden dragon, and it was still unknown whether he could turn back after a month.

Yay, the bad woman is finally gone!

Na'er almost shouted with excitement. This is a great day to celebrate, and she must eat ten more bowls of rice!

Transforming into a ruthless silver-haired rice-cooking machine, it devoured the meat like a whirlwind. Then, Na'er suddenly realized that more than half of the meat in her bowl was gone, and she stared at the empty bowl for a long time in a daze.

"Hey Zhao Xuanzhen, you stole my meat!"

Na'er's sharp cry exploded!

"Whoever gets to eat it gets to keep it," Zhao Xuanzhen said confidently.

"If you like it, I'll make some more," Gu Yue said with a smile.

"No need!" Na'er said confidently. "What you can do, I can do too. Wait here, I'll add more dishes for everyone!"

After saying that, Na'er ran excitedly into the kitchen, where the sound of chopping vegetables could be heard.

"Na'er can cook?" Makino asked in surprise.

"She can't tell the difference between salt and sugar."

"what???"

Makino was horrified. Oh no, my kitchen!

A short while later, the kitchen glass door opened, and accompanied by a thick cloud of black smoke, Na'er brought out three dishes: green beans, fish, and coal.

Looking at the vibrant green beans in front of him, Super Chef Makino commented succinctly, "Judging from their color, the beans don't seem to want us to eat them."

The fish, fresh out of the pot, tasted like leftovers from yesterday, reminiscent of the smelly socks of a dark-skinned PE student who'd played basketball all summer and never washed. Zhao Xuanzhen glanced at Na'er and said:

"I think you need to apologize to this fish that died unjustly."

"It's just that you're not good-looking, just take a bite!" Na'er persisted in urging.

The third dish was carbon fiber intestines, from which the alchemical genius Na'er extracted rare metals.

Jiutian suddenly stood up and said seriously, "I suddenly have a forging inspiration. I'm going to the forging room."

"Your teacher will accompany you." Master craftsman Zhenhua followed closely behind.

"The kitchen is a bit messy, let me tidy it up."

Makino slammed the kitchen door shut, leaving the three of them staring at each other in bewilderment.