Douluo: Dragon King's Tai Chi Mystery

Zhao Xuanzhen held one end of the necklace in her left hand, then passed it over her chest. The girl's snow-white skin was smooth and delicate, with a hint of rosy blush beneath her tender skin, and a clear, refreshing fragrance could be smelled.

Throughout the process, Zhao Xuanzhen was extremely careful. The development of a Soul Master differs from that of an ordinary person. Na'er's figure was more proud than that of most adult women, as if she were afraid of touching that towering cloud mountain.

The clasp closed quietly, the silver chain gently kissed her delicate collarbone, and the little star swayed as the girl turned around, casting a leaping light and shadow on her neck.

Na'er looked at herself in the small round mirror the stall owner handed her, a satisfied smile curving her lips. Then, her gaze was drawn to a red string.

Before Zhao Xuanzhen could react, Na'er had already grabbed the red rope and pulled his left wrist without saying a word.

"do not move."

With clean and swift movements, the woven red rope clung tightly to Zhao Xuanzhen's skin, rubbing against his pulse. Na'er bent down and tied a tight knot, whispering softly, "Wear it carefully. The old man on the Soul Network said that the red rope can protect people and keep them safe."

"Star Luo Continent is not our territory. Zhang Geyang, the leader of the Star Luo Tower, is a staunch supporter of the Qian Gu family and has no connection with Aunt Leng. This time, without anyone to protect you, you must return safely."

The warmth of his fingertips seeped through the red string and imprinted itself on Zhao Xuanzhen's wrist, binding that burning, sincere prayer.

The two donned silver chains and red ropes, and after passing through the bustling crowd, the street suddenly opened up, revealing a huge silver dragon sculpture perched proudly in the center of the fountain, its silvery light spilling onto every meticulously crafted dragon scale.

The silver dragon sculpture is the symbol of Xuanlong Street and Na'er's favorite landmark, a memento of the two of them.

“Zhao Xuanzhen, we’ve never taken a picture before,” Na’er said.

"It seems so."

Zhao Xuanzhen went through his memories and was surprised to find that they really hadn't taken any photos. Perhaps because they always traveled together, they had inadvertently forgotten to take a group photo.

"Come on, take pictures!"

Na'er excitedly pulled Zhao Xuanzhen to the silver dragon sculpture, adjusted the soul guide communicator to the front camera, raised the soul guide communicator with one hand, and playfully made a V-sign next to Zhao Xuanzhen's face with the other.

The dim light illuminated their faces as they leaned close together. Zhao Xuanzhen flashed a perfect smile, revealing eight teeth. Na'er looked at the image on the screen, but inexplicably felt that the smile was like a borrowed garment that didn't fit her. She wanted a more vivid Zhao Xuanzhen.

"Your smile looks so fake. Is it uncomfortable taking a picture with me?"

Na'er glared at Zhao Xuanzhen with a reproachful look. Before the decisive snapping sound rang out, her small hand, which had been making a V sign, was swiftly withdrawn like the wind. With the mischievousness of a young girl, she pinched the soft flesh on Zhao Xuanzhen's cheeks and pulled them outward with force.

Na'er's mouth was manually stretched into an exaggerated yet incredibly realistic huge arc, her smiling face pressed against Zhao Xuanzhen's forcibly modified face. Under the moonlight and the glow of the silver dragon sculpture, the girl was radiantly beautiful.

"Crack!"

Every frame is an unrepeatable moment, so they pressed the shutter. The silver dragon silently witnessed, the moonlight froze time, and the picture engraved a vivid scene. Zhao Xuanzhen looked surprised as if he had been ambushed, his mouth was forced into a wide smile, while the girl's silver-white eyes curved into cunning crescents, her mischievous little hand still in place, and her triumphant and smug expression almost overflowed from the frozen image.

A thousand acres of moonlit waves and countless twinkling stars cannot compare to the radiant smile of the person before me.

The photos are saved in the album of the soul guide communicator. The touch of the red rope on the wrist is still clear. The necklace around the neck gently taps the collarbone. The silver dragon is silently coiled. The silver moon illuminates the playfulness and clumsy tenderness of this moment with eternity.

On the ninety-ninth floor of the Spirit Pagoda, Na'er, transformed into a legendary general who had won a great battle, strode confidently into the room and looked down at Gu Yue, who was wearing a black silk nightgown and combing her long, ink-black hair, by the bedside.

"Well, that idiot Zhao Xuanzhen has come out of seclusion," Na'er said haughtily.

“I know,” Gu Yue said calmly. “He messaged me to tell me.”

"Oh, it was just sending messages."

Na'er deliberately dragged out her tone, and the next second she went all out with a crazy expression: "How did you know he went out with me tonight!"

How did you know he treated me to hot pot, bought me a necklace, and we even took a close-up photo together in front of the silver dragon sculpture on Xuanlong Street?!

Gu Yue paused in her combing, her brows furrowed, and she turned to look at Na'er.

The silver necklace hanging from the silver-haired girl's chest was particularly eye-catching, and her eyes and brows were already filled with smugness. Gu Yue knew that what she said was true!

"Sigh, it's a pity my photography skills are so-so, I didn't capture the essence. I was thinking of using it as my profile picture and soul communication device wallpaper. Gu Yue, can you tell me if it's ugly or not?"

Na'er plopped down next to Gu Yue, hugging her affectionately with one arm, and holding the soul-guided communicator in the other, pulling up the photo from the album.

Gu Yue suppressed the urge to slap the silver-haired idiot into the wall, and stared intently at the photo. The two faces were almost touching. The girl reached out and pulled the corner of the boy's mouth into a big laugh. The background was the famous silver dragon sculpture on Xuanlong Street.

It's a photo that's even more romantic than a couple's photo; every ray of light and shadow is so beautiful that you wish you could freeze that moment forever.

"This is our childhood sweetheart, innocent and carefree! It's okay, failure is a part of life, you've tried your best, and I'll invite you to sit in the front row at our wedding of the century!"

Na'er grinned, showing her white teeth, and continued to provoke Gu Yue, completely unaware of his suddenly darkening face, until his uncontrollable soul power rose up in the form of black gas.

"You... why are you emitting black smoke?" Na'er swallowed hard and subconsciously moved away from Gu Yue.

"It's too late," Gu Yue said ominously, her hands gripping Na'er's shoulders.

"You like sneaking away, huh? You wait until we go to the Star Luo Continent. If Xuanzhen still thinks of you even a little bit when we come back, I'll resign as the Lord of Soul Beasts!"

"Please don't! I was just kidding, don't take it seriously!"

Bouchard, you've opened the champagne too early!

Chapter 107 The Secret Chamber of the Silver Sparrow Terrace: Rotten Oranges Are Rotten Oranges, The Battle of Exchange Between the Two Academies Begins (4K)

Shrek City villa district.

As night deepened and the moonlight shone down, a villa stood silently bathed in silvery light, radiating a cool and serene glow.

Silver Sparrow Terrace, once the property of the Holy Angels family in Shrek City, now has a new owner.

A silver gate separated the courtyard from the outside world, its branches, cast in intricate and intertwined with alloy and adorned with clusters of wisteria blossoms. The gate to the Silver Sparrow Terrace was tightly shut, and a cobblestone path, reflecting a damp sheen, meandered out from within, eventually leading to the main building.

Unknown to outsiders, a completely different space is hidden deep within the Silver Sparrow Terrace. A narrow, steep stone staircase winds its way down from the hidden storage room. The further down you go, the thinner the light becomes, and the air grows stagnant and heavy, containing a cold, rocky smell and a damp, metallic odor.

A thick iron pillar covered in dark red rust is located in the center of the underground secret chamber of Yinquetai. Dark chains fall from it, gleaming with an ominous light in the dim light, and pierce straight through the shoulder blades of two bewitching women!

The chains pierced through their bones, and they were strung together like two grasshoppers. Where the chains pierced, the flesh rolled back, and dark red blood seeped out continuously.

Leng Yulai's thin clothes were tattered and clung tightly to her mature body curves. Her hair was disheveled, covering most of her beautiful face, and her eyes burned with a mad flame.

The sealing of her soul power, coupled with her unhealed injuries, left her extremely weak. The special alloy chains tormented her to the point of unbearable pain, yet this Dark Phoenix Douluo's back remained unusually straight.

Her phoenix eyes were sharp as knives, fixed on the black figure holding a halberd at the door. There was no pleading in them, only deep-seated resentment and an inextinguishable fire of revenge.

In contrast, Dark Blood Eyes was clearly on the verge of despair. His body trembled violently from uncontrollable fear, and his movements caused the chains to creak and groan. His body was covered in abrasions and bruises from his struggles over the past few days.

The twisted and morbid psychology of evil soul masters makes them more prone to collapse. Dark Blood Eyes, who had long been suffering from the pain of soul refinement in the sea of ​​blood, was now filled with pure and intense fear. It was as if the surrounding darkness was a man-eating beast, and the occasional sway of the shadows made her cower in fear.

"Dark Phoenix, is there any chance we can get out of here alive...?" Dark Blood Eyes' voice was hoarse.

"How should I know!" Leng Yulai said irritably. "It's been three whole months, and that little monster that Leng Yaozhu is raising hasn't come even once. Maybe he wants to trap us here to die forever!"

Leng Yulai initially thought Zhao Xuanzhen had ulterior motives towards her, after all, as one of the Four Heavenly Kings of Darkness, she knew too many secrets of the Holy Spirit Cult.

At the same time, she is Leng Yaozhu's younger sister. Leng Yulai knows how much Leng Yaozhu loves her. Zhao Xuanzhen is Leng Yaozhu's direct disciple, so he should consider persuading her to leave the Holy Spirit Cult and return to the Spirit Pagoda, thus achieving the standard fairy tale ending of sisters reuniting.

However, things didn't go as planned. After leaving the two of them in the underground chamber of Yinquetai, Zhao Xuanzhen disappeared without a trace, leaving only the Chief Guardian to guard the place. Leng Yulai tried several times to speak to this great god who was almost beyond the peak of the quasi-god level, but the Chief Guardian was like an emotionless machine, ignoring her voice.

Dark Blood Eyes looked up and sighed, lamenting that a once-great Evil Douluo had fallen to such a state. Her situation was countless times more dangerous than Leng Yulai's; Leng Yulai, at least, had the protection of the Leng family bloodline and her life was not in danger.

She was a complete prisoner, her life hanging by a thread. If Zhao Xuanzhen suddenly became unhappy, the Chief's halberd would fall down.

"null--"

The secret cell door swung open with a bang, and the eyes of the two titled Douluo blazed with intense light. They struggled to lift their heads and saw a handsome and outstanding young man... as well as a giant snake with jet-black scales and scarlet beast eyes!

"Boss!"

The giant snake flicked its blood-red forked tongue, its tone slightly obsequious.

The Chief Talisman ignored Tengshe and stood behind Zhao Xuanzhen, his heavily armored body overlapping with Zhao Xuanzhen's. The leader of the Eight Deceitful Gods was silent and powerful, the most loyal guard of the Master of Qimen.

Faced with the spoils of war, Zhao Xuanzhen naturally had no need to hide his true feelings, a cold smile playing on his lips. The Chief Talisman stood holding his halberd, while the Teng Snake coiled high above, the oppressive aura of the two Eight Deceitful Gods as deep and oppressive as a hell. Leng Yulai and Dark Blood Eyes instinctively leaned against each other, as if this would grant them a sense of security.

"I am very curious about the purpose of this organized and premeditated attack."

With a calm gaze, he examined the two Evil Douluo. After Zhao Xuanzhen and Na'er returned to the Spirit Pagoda from Xuanlong Street, he used the excuse of discussing matters with Leng Yaozhu and, with the cover of Tengshe, quietly left the Spirit Pagoda and came to the Silver Sparrow Terrace where they were imprisoned.

Having let it sit for long enough, it's time to get to the bottom of this.

"Because I killed the Evil Soul Emperor on the Soul Guidance Train, which attracted the attention of the Holy Spirit Cult, and spread the name of the number one genius throughout the Sun Moon Federation, and because I acted on my own to get revenge on my teacher... or was someone deliberately asking the Holy Spirit Cult to do it, using someone else to kill me?"

I need an answer.

Zhao Xuanzhen pointed his fingertip at the dark, blood-red eyes.

The chains rattled, and the dark-eyed man forced himself to sit up straight, bargaining, "I'll tell you, and you'll let me go!"

"Huh?" Zhao Xuanzhen asked in confusion, "What nonsense are you talking about? I wasn't asking you."

Evil spirit masters only spout lies; only what they personally extract is trustworthy.

"Tengshe, I'm entrusting it to you."

"Hehe, yes sir."

"No...no!"

Dark Blood Eyes was a spirit-type Soul Master. She guessed what Tengshe was going to do to her. Suddenly, a burst of crimson blood erupted from her shoulder blade. With her back to Zhao Xuanzhen, she crawled forward, howling in pain!

Just as Dark Blood Eyes reached the taut iron chain, Teng Snake slowly appeared beside her. Its scaly tail slapped Dark Blood Eyes' back hard, causing the latter to writhe like a dying animal and let out a shrill howl.

The power of deception surged into her brain, forcibly rummaging through the memories of the dark, blood-eyed woman. A scream pierced the secret chamber, and the beautiful face was twisted beyond recognition. Leng Yulai, standing nearby, felt her blood run cold, and extreme fear welled up in her eyes!

After a long while, Dark Blood Eyes lay on the damp, cold ground, his limbs twitching uncontrollably. Teng Snake licked his mouthful of fangs, his beastly eyes gleaming with ferocity: "My lord, it was indeed a case of using someone else to do the dirty work."

The Spirit Pagoda Master, Qian Gu Dong Feng, has hired the Holy Spirit Cult's evil spirit master to assassinate you.

Qian Gu Dong Feng and the Holy Spirit Cult had long been colluding. Before Dark Phoenix Douluo Leng Yu Lai fell into the Dark Phoenix, they initially exchanged souls for the Holy Spirit Cult to help him assassinate some enemies. Over time, a cooperative relationship was formed.

Dark Blood Eyes also harbored a shocking secret: the Holy Spirit Cult, the Spirit Pagoda, and the Sun Moon Federation had joined forces against Shrek Academy and the Tang Sect. Dark Blood Eyes wasn't clear on the specifics of their operation. "Should I review Dark Phoenix's memories again?"

"No need," Zhao Xuanzhen waved his hand.

The truth has come to light, and it truly is a timeless blessing.

Conflicting positions are unavoidable; they represent the interests of their respective groups, and their actions are not subject to individual will. Any other Spirit Tower Master would have to clear the way for their incompetent and unchosen successor.

Zhao Xuanzhen felt no anger at all. He even thought that Qian Gu Dongfeng was decisive enough and that the timing of his attack was correct, only that he failed.

"Please... I don't want to die... I'll do anything..."

As she pondered, the dark, blood-red eyes suddenly spoke in a low voice. Her memories had been forcibly read, and she knew she had lost her usefulness. Without a kind sister like Leng Yaozhu, she would surely die a horrible death.

Evil Soul Masters have nothing to do with the word "backbone." Even if they are barely clinging to life, their dark, blood-red eyes will seize any chance of survival.

"Don't worry, as long as you obey, you won't die," Zhao Xuanzhen said calmly.

Dark Blood Eyes is proof enough that the Holy Spirit Cult's Super Evil Douluo is clinging to Qian Gu Dongfeng, and the reputation of the Spirit Pagoda Master will surely plummet, dragging the Qian Gu Clan down into the abyss.

In this way, the Phoenix Clan had a legitimate reason to launch an internal war under the slogan of "expelling evil and restoring our innocence," and violently cleansed the sins of the ages.

After biting the Thousand-Year East Wind, Dark Blood Eyes became completely useless; Zhao Xuanzhen had already decided her fate.

The execution was carried out under the watchful eyes of the public, with Yue Zhengyu invited to carry it out.

The Holy Angels will receive soul power in return for killing Evil Soul Masters. This will not only repay a favor to Le Zhengyu, but also help them build a good relationship with the Angel Family, which controls a legion. Most importantly, it will demonstrate the Phoenix Family's tough stance against Evil Soul Masters.

As for Dark Phoenix Douluo Leng Yulai... Zhao Xuanzhen searched through history books and truly learned a thing or two from his predecessor.

Ten thousand years ago, Luo Xiaotao, the Phoenix Douluo of Shrek Academy's Sea God Pavilion Master, and Tang Ya, the Blue Silver Douluo of the Tang Sect Master, were both powerful figures with great connections to Huo Yuhao. They had both served as Holy Maidens of the Holy Spirit Cult. They devoured life force to grow rapidly and committed numerous atrocities.

Logically, they should have been dealt with by the righteous forces of Douluo Continent, but veteran Soul Masters such as Taotie Douluo Xuanzi stated that Ma Xiaotao and Tang Ya were forcibly controlled by the Holy Spirit Cult, not out of their own volition.

In the future, Leng Yulai will likely be similar to Tao Ya and the other two girls, shifting the blame to the Ghost Emperor. The Dark Phoenix's evil soul master actions will not affect the Phoenix family, and Leng Yaozhu will be able to get along normally with her sister.

Of course, the core of all plans comes from strength. Only when Zhao Xuanzhen dominates the world and his fame sweeps across the Douluo Continent will those doubts disappear and the world be truly willing to acknowledge his words.

Leng Yulai stared at the dark, bloodshot eyes on the ground, like a dead dog, then saw Zhao Xuanzhen slowly approaching her. Her purple pupils suddenly contracted, and she said sharply:

"Zhao Xuanzhen, if you hurt me, I will never forgive you!"

"So you're trying to use the teacher's name now?" Zhao Xuanzhen sneered.

"you!"

Leng Yulai felt deeply humiliated, but now, apart from using her sister Leng Yaozhu as a shield, she was no different from Dark Blood Eyes.

Seeing Leng Yulai's blustering but cowardly demeanor, Zhao Xuanzhen shook his head in disappointment, stepped away from Yinquetai, and left with his last words.

"A rotten orange is a rotten orange. Evil Soul Masters do not deserve forgiveness. You will stay in this underground chamber and repent for your past every day until you have cleansed your filthy heart."

……

After breaking through the barrier, life went on as usual.

The exchange competition between the outer and inner courts, represented by the first and second-year students, is about to begin. Last-minute cramming won't do any good; they don't even know all the inner court team members. They'll just have to deal with whatever comes their way.

The Soul Arena was extremely lively. The outer court students took their seats in the stands early in the morning, looking forward to the outer court's wonderful performance. The usually mysterious inner court disciples also came to watch the battle wearing eye-catching red school uniforms.

The inner and outer academies are not on the same level, attracting a huge number of students to watch the battle. The reason is simple: an incredible bug has appeared in the outer academy. With him there, anything is possible.

A group of teachers filed in, including Holy Spirit Douluo Ya Li, Crimson Dragon Douluo Zhuo Shi, and Blazing Dragon Douluo Feng Wu Yu. These three senior members of the Sea God Pavilion, who frequently appeared in public, won cheers from the students.