Peerless Tang Sect: Dragon Shocks the Universe

Chapter 5 Powerful Twin Martial Souls

Until a sound of vicissitudes passed through the gate of the palace and arrived at the empty square.

"Come in."

Everyone's expressions suddenly changed, and the titled Douluo including Yuanshi Douluo bent down one after another, bowed their hands upwards and said:
"See Supreme Elder!"

No one saw the figure, but they all bowed and saluted.

"Everyone, come into the palace."

"Yes..." Everyone in the Jiang family responded one after another.

When they arrived at the palace, the children and grandchildren of the Jiang family bowed downwards again.

The old man did not let the Douluo get up, but glanced from the left pillar to the right pillar with a flat expression.

After three years of retreat, he found that except for a few of his descendants, the cultivation base of others had not made any progress, and his expression gradually became disappointed.

"You have to work harder."

"The glory of the family belongs to me, but it also belongs to you. When I get old, in the end, it still belongs to you."

All Douluo quickly responded, "Don't worry about the elders, we will find out later."

Jiang Yundong sighed and shook his head, his eyes finally resting on the eldest grandson on the left.

The old man with white hair and childlike face finally showed a smile.

"Shuo'er, come, come to grandpa."

"Let me see... eh? Your progress is much better than that of your uncles."

The boy obediently stepped forward and stood beside the old man's golden dragon chair.

"That's right, that's right, you've reached the third level of true essence cultivation, better than your father, and he's only reached the first level at this age."

The old man smiled happily, stroking his beard with one hand, putting his hand on his grandson's shoulder, and murmured praise.

All the Douluo in the audience looked envious, and they also brought the juniors here.

But no one has such treatment.

Not to mention approaching the dragon throne, he is not even qualified to be touched by the Supreme Elder.

Boys and girls of the same age as Jiang Shuo also showed extreme envy, but they only dared to raise their immature faces to look at the grandpa and grandson Yiqing who were seated above, and were not allowed to step forward.

"I heard that among the younger generation this year, Shuo'er is the only one who is born full of soul power?" The old man looked away, and his eyes returned to looking down severely.

All the Jiang family's children, who were tens or hundreds of years old, lowered their heads one after another, not daring to meet the old man's eyes.

In the end, Yuanshi Douluo, as the sect leader, had no choice but to straighten his back and stand up and said: "Father, this year there is one innate full soul power, one innate ninth-level soul power, and five innate eight-level soul powers in the sect this year..."

The more the old man listened, the more disappointed his expression became.

"Okay, there's no need to report any more."

"Go down, leave Shuo'er with me."

Naturally, everyone did not dare to disobey, and they all exited the Tai Chi Hall with cupped hands and fists.

The beautiful woman Chen Yuan looked at her son beside the dragon chair reluctantly.

Suddenly, she was patted on the shoulder, and when she looked up, she saw that it was her husband.

"Don't worry, everything is going well." Jiang Yuanshi comforted his wife with a smile from an angle invisible to others.

"Hmm..." Chen Yuan nodded and didn't look any further.

Turned around and walked out.

The envy on the faces of the Taixu Sect Douluo almost overflowed.

The identity of the eldest son and grandson is still easy to use.

The elders are like this, and the juniors even more so. They don't understand intrigues.

But he knew very well that his grandfather seemed to favor his eldest grandson brother more.

……

The wooden hall behind the closed door should have been darker due to lighting problems.

But the Taiji Hall is completely opposite, not only is it not dark, but it is very bright.

Taixu Sect is a typical soul master sect, but it doesn't reject soul tools like the aristocratic class of the three empires.

Although the descendants of the great Taixu God still look down on soul mentors, their stuff is so useful!
Therefore, they turned a blind eye to the affiliated sects they purchased.

Even the Tai Chi Hall was equipped with soul guide lamps.

Jiang Yundong clasped his eldest grandson's shoulders with both hands, and smiled very kindly, "Show grandpa your other dragon-shaped martial soul."

Jiang Shuo nodded, looking forward to his grandfather who had been traveling the world for more than 300 years, hoping that he would know something about his other martial spirit.

The boy stretched out his immature left hand, his five fingers were slightly bent, and then, before he could move, the voice came first.

"hold head high!"

A high-pitched dragon roar suddenly resounded throughout the Tai Chi Hall.

The moment Jiang Yundong saw the martial spirit in his left hand, Jiang Yundong's slightly cloudy eyes suddenly cleared up.

The palms holding the boy's shoulders involuntarily increased their strength.

"Grandpa, my shoulder is about to break..."

The young man's little face twisted in pain, and he could only whisper a reminder.

"Hmm... Did you hurt Xiao Shuo? Well, it's Grandpa's fault."

The old man quickly let go of his hands, narrowed his eyes and smiled kindly.

He already knew it in his heart.

The young man breathed a sigh of relief and didn't care about it anymore. He hurriedly asked:

"Grandfather, my second martial spirit...do you know it?"

After finishing speaking, the boy looked expectantly at the well-informed Taixu Douluo.

The old man didn't answer right away, but let down his white hair and pondered for a moment.

"I know a little bit, but not comprehensively."

"According to the records in the ancient books on the mainland, there is a level of lightning attribute in the elemental martial soul, which is called the ultimate."

"This level is extremely rare. It will not appear once in a century or a thousand years. Even your grandpa and my Taixu Xuanlong Wuhun can't reach the ultimate thunder after a lifetime of poverty."

"I didn't expect you, little guy, to stand at the apex when you were born. Things in this world are really unpredictable..."

The corner of Jiang Yundong's mouth was slightly bitter. After more than 300 years of asking for it, it finally happened to his grandson.

Should I say sad reminder, or lucky.

But in an instant, that bitterness turned into comfort.

Jiang Shuo's heart couldn't help beating, good guy!
Ultimate Thunder? !
Isn't that the most destructive element?

"Grandson, tell grandfather, what is your martial spirit called?"

The boy's daydreams fluttered, and the old man's steady and mighty voice came to his ears again.

After calming down, Jiang Shuo said: "I call him Jiuxuan Golden Dragon, and the thunder attached to it, I call it Jiuxuan Golden Thunder."

"Nine Profound Golden Thunder... not bad, not bad, quite domineering."

"Hahaha, as expected of my grandson!"

Jiang Yundong stood up abruptly, stroked his beard and laughed loudly, his voice shaking the entire hall.

After a while, the old man focused his attention on the young man again, his expression returning to seriousness.

"Grandson, remember, don't use this golden dragon martial soul for now, and don't let anyone know that you have this martial soul."

"do you know?"

Jiang Shuo nodded repeatedly, "I understand, Grandpa."

Taixu Douluo was a little disappointed, but also a little relieved, a strange thought rose in his heart.

A god appeared in Taixu for thousands of years, and now counting the days... it should be here, could it be that it is not me, nor Yuanshi, but...

……

The grandfather and grandson whispered again in the hall, and Jiang Shuo took the opportunity to reveal his other martial spirit for his talented grandfather to analyze and analyze.

Taixu Douluo was shocked again.

The look is wonderful.

He thought that the ultimate thunder, which can be called the level of the dragon king, had already favored the Jiang family quite a lot.

Unexpectedly, there is another one?
"Yin Shuo Gun...Yin Shuo Gun..."

"This dragon pattern, why is it a bit like... Could it be... the Silver Dragon King?"

The more Taixu Douluo thought about it, the more frightened he became.

How did the eldest grandson's body withstand such two powerful martial spirits?
The Jiang family is a family that has produced gods, and more than one of them.

At certain moments, it is possible to connect with the world above.

And the Jiang family who finally became a god, probably because of their personality, likes to pass down the "oracle".

That is to say, I love to chat with the younger generation.

……

After a long silence.

The old man turned his attention to his eldest grandson again.

"Grandson, do you know the purpose of this gun?"

Jiang Shuo nodded blankly, then shook his head.

"Maybe... a little perception."

"Yinshuo Spear is not as heavy and domineering as the Jiuxuan Jinlong Wuhun, but I feel that it will absorb my soul power, and my grandson feels that it can absorb not only the soul power, but also the elemental attributes in the Wuhun."

……

Jiang Yundong's expression was complicated again.

It seems that it is.

God really cares about the Jiang family.

"Okay, put it away."

Jiang Shuo obediently obeyed.

Jiang Yundong looked at his short eldest grandson, his eyes becoming more kind and kind.

Perhaps the love for him in the past was due to the blood inheritance of the eldest son and grandson.

But from now on, this is what he, the superior, expects from his successor.

"Go back and have a rest. Tomorrow grandpa will personally take you to hunt the soul beast and obtain the first soul ring."

Hearing this, the young man was overjoyed, is he finally about to take the first step in this body?

"Okay! Thank you, Grandpa!"

Jiang Yundong waved his hand, "Go, have a good rest, don't worry about the rest, I will tell your father."

The young man quickly nodded in agreement, bowed deeply, and slipped out of the hall.

……

Looking at the departing figure of his eldest grandson, the old man felt mixed emotions.

There is the joy that the family's glory can be continued and there are successors, and there is also the joy that the descendants have great potential and are the eldest grandson.

Finally, there is still a trace of regret.

One god for a thousand years...

After sitting on the dragon chair for a long time, the old man chuckled and shook his head.

It's a big dream, and you have to wake up eventually.

The struggle of more than three hundred years can finally be relieved.

(End of this chapter)