Douluo: A Century-old Legend I Am the Second Uncle Chenxin

Chapter 886: The wind and clouds disperse, time goes back

Rules come from reality, but they transcend reality.

This is what spiritual practice is all about.

As the Supreme Douluo, one needs to observe the laws of the operation of heaven and earth and comprehend the principles of all things in the universe.

This process uses the mind as a guide to unravel the complex world, extract one's own cognition, and then melt these cognitions into rules.

Soul power and mental power are carried by the physical body; thoughts and artistic conception require the support of mental power; and the realm requires the virtual soul as its cornerstone.

Rules also need a carrier to be manifested.

Just like Chen Zixiu, he used his own spiritual will to carry the illusory sword intent.

The spiritual will and the sword intent of nothingness merged with each other, and after constant condensation, their true meanings gradually emerged.

His sword intent of nothingness was sublimated from the sword intent of selflessness. Its quality was inherently superior, so it was naturally difficult to integrate it.

In fact, thoughts and artistic conception are the attribute manifestations of mental power. Through the auxiliary soul power and the amplification of martial soul, the attack, defense and other abilities can be greatly enhanced.

If we use a cultivation progress bar to describe it, it would be from the initial intention, to the minor success of the selfless sword intent, to the major success of the nothingness sword intent, and then through continuous refinement, this process is the process of gradually moving towards perfection.

When the condensation reaches its extreme and achieves a qualitative change, that is the formation of rules, which is actually similar to the principle of soul power compression.

He had just begun to integrate a trace of the Void Sword Intention, but all things are difficult at the beginning. With this little beginning, there will be more possibilities later. If there is one, there will be two.

Of course, his sword intent of nothingness has not yet reached true perfection and reached his personal upper limit bottleneck.

However, we are extremely lucky to be able to start the integration early.

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In a remote and quiet courtyard,
Ma Tianyang stared at the sword light that shot straight into the sky and murmured, "What on earth are those old bastards from the Chen family doing?"

Last night's activities continued until late at night, causing many allies who came from afar to choose to rest in the spacious Duke's Palace.

It is easy to accommodate thousands of people in the Duke's Palace, which covers an area of ​​several miles.

Due to the long distance, they could only see the dazzling sword light but could not deeply feel the shock behind it.

Chen Zixiu's sword strike was just a casual attack, but in terms of power, Chen Cong could also achieve such a level by using his ultimate move, the eighth soul skill 'A Gamble of the Universe'.

Therefore, they did not realize that this was the enlightenment of a level 98 Supreme Douluo.

Ma Zhibin glanced at the sword light and said calmly: "Maybe those old guys are testing their moves."

"Maybe it was those young men of the Chen family's Seven Star Sword who gained some insights from the Big Dipper Heavenly Gang Formation and came up with some new tricks."

Ma Liangji on the side echoed in a low voice: "It is very likely that they have gained some experience after the battle with the Saint Son of Qian Daoliu."

Ma Zhibin took a sip of "Ice and Fire" and said leisurely, "They are all geniuses with high comprehension. I heard that they were discussing how to perfect the Big Dipper Sword Formation yesterday."

Ma Liangji immediately frowned when he heard this: "It needs to be improved? Then how can we live?"

Ma Tianyang glared at him fiercely and said angrily: "Look at them, and then look at you!"

"We are both young men, but you were defeated by that Dust Sword Master in one move. You really bring shame to my Ma family!"

Ma Liangji stood there with his head down like a frightened quail, not daring to make a sound.

At this time, Ma Zhibin interrupted leisurely: "Dad, their race is different."

Ma Tianyang pointed at Ma Zhibin angrily and said angrily: "I am so unlucky that I gave birth to a rebellious son like you!"

Ma Zhibin said with disdain: "Dad, the problem is that you have already given birth to me, and you can't put me back now. Please accept my condolences."

As if inspired by Ma Zhibin, Ma Liangji mustered up his courage and stammered, "Yes, Grandpa. I suffered a loss this time because I didn't understand Dust Sword Master. Next time I fight, I will definitely not be defeated in one move."

“Besides, if my second sister comes, with her strength on the Tianjiao Ranking, she might be able to hold out for a few moves.”

"I didn't want to come in the first place. I wanted my second sister to come, but you refused."

Ma Tianyang's face was so dark that it seemed like ink could drip out of it. He angrily said, "I am so pissed off! You are a bunch of useless people!"

Ma Zhibin chuckled, and leisurely tasted another mouthful of 'Ice and Fire', and said lightly: "I'm an old man now, shouldn't I be used to it by now?"

Ma Tianyang glared at him fiercely, with dissatisfaction in his tone: "Where is Xiaoliang? Where is he now?"

Ma Zhibin replied: "I handed it over to Xiaojun yesterday. He said that he would be able to return us a well-behaved and sensible mistress in three days."

Ma Tianyang's expression changed unpredictably, and he snorted coldly: "Hmph, then I will wait and see whether this genius of the Chen family can do it."

Ma Zhibin seemed confident: "I still have confidence in him."

At this time, Ma Tianyang knocked on the table and asked in a serious tone: "What did you get yesterday?"

Ma Zhibin chuckled and replied, "Two eighth-grade purple ganoderma, eight seventh-grade purple ganoderma, and eighty jars of seventh-grade wine."

Ma Tianyang raised his lips and revealed a satisfied smile: "Well done, remember to hand it over to the clan treasury later."

Ma Zhibin was immediately displeased when he heard this: "Damn it, you old fool, I spent a lot of effort to get this, and you want to hand it over with just one sentence? You are overthinking it."

Ma Tianyang slammed the table and said angrily: "What did you say, you bastard?!"

Ma Zhibin was not to be outdone and slammed the table in response: "Old Immortal, the rest are fine, but I want these two eighth-grade purple ganoderma plus the one I bought at the auction. I want all three."

Ma Tianyang's veins were throbbing, his eyes were wide open, and a domineering and destructive aura instantly emanated from him: "What do you want to do, you bastard? This eighth-grade purple ganoderma is the most important, it's worth everything else!"

Ma Zhibin also trembled violently, and a fiery and violent aura rose up. Although it was not as strong as Ma Tianyang, he was not inferior: "Of course it's for my son! The success rate of the eighth-grade purple ganoderma is only 30%, which is too low!"

Ma Tianyang said angrily: "Do you know how many people in the clan are waiting for this eighth-grade purple fungus?"

Ma Zhibin said firmly: "I got those two purple mushrooms by myself using favors and paying a price. I make the decision myself."

"As for the one that was sold at the auction, Liangcai, as the grandson of the clan leader, should be given one to try out first. Isn't that too much?"

Ma Tianyang was so angry that he couldn't speak: "You!"

Ma Zhibin refused to give in: "You old bastard, I'm putting this out there. Unless you kill me, there's no way!"

The atmosphere was deadlocked for a moment.

Ma Zhibin stared with his eyes wide open, his expression calm and composed, and said: "Xiao Jun also revealed a secret. Taking three purple ganoderma at the same time will have unexpected miraculous effects."

"Old man, you don't want your third grandson to live a mediocre life and end up in disgrace, right?"

"What's more, he asked me to bring Liangcai over to show him that there might be other ways to improve Liangcai's qualifications."

Ma Zhibin's tone became more determined: "Also, I have made an appointment with Chen Xun. I will go to him for a drink in the next few days."

"He didn't postpone it, which proves that they still have these good things in their hands."

"You old fool, if you want more, then go and sell favors yourself."

"Even if we don't have it now, we can come back next year."

"Didn't you hear Uncle Yu say that there will be another auction next year?"

Ma Tianyang's momentum gradually weakened, and he asked: "How sure are you?"

Ma Zhibin shook his head: "I don't know, but you have seen Xiaojun's clever mind."

"Since he said so, the effect must be much better than one strain."

Ma Tianyang gnashed his teeth and said, "You bastard, you have to think it over carefully! Even if Liangcai has improved his innate soul power, his martial soul is only a golden pheasant!"

Ma Zhibin did not give in: "What's wrong with Jinji? He is also my son! I know my limits."

Ma Tianyang waved his hand helplessly: "Go away! Don't bother me here."

Ma Zhibin chuckled and ran out, shouting, "You old bastard, remember to pay the Chen family!"

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A green-feathered falcon with wings glowing with emerald green luster cut through the sky and gracefully landed on the bluestone slab in the center of a magnificent courtyard. A slender and delicate bamboo tube was firmly tied between its claws, making it particularly eye-catching.

The sunlight shines through the sparse clouds, dappled onto its smooth feathers, shimmering with a soft luster.

At this time, in a room deep in the courtyard with simple decoration and a quiet atmosphere, an old servant in a dark robe was standing respectfully in front of an old man.

The old man sat on a carved pearwood chair with his back to the window, and an imperceptible aura of majesty seemed to surround him.

"Master, this is what happened at the Chen family's banquet yesterday."

The old servant's voice was low and steady. He presented a sealed letter with a special emblem on it in both hands.

The old man by the window turned around slowly after hearing this, and his face gradually became clear under the light - it was a slightly sinister face, and the most eye-catching thing was his pair of vertical pupils that were different from ordinary people.

He took the letter calmly, then sat down, gently unfolded the letter, and read it carefully word by word.

"I didn't expect that the Chen family actually had four titles. Not only has their strength recovered, but it has also rebounded a bit."

There was a hint of surprise in the old man's tone, but more of it was calmness.

He continued reading, his brows relaxed: "He went too, that's good."

Then, his eyes stayed on the three words "Qian Daoliu", and a playful smile appeared on the corner of his mouth: "Now you are actually traveling, She Yaolei and Sagur? Interesting."

Apparently, the characters behind these names were not new to him and might even have aroused some special interest.

Finally, the old man stroked his chin with his fingers and said thoughtfully: "The Chen family's Seven Star Sword? The Big Dipper Tiangang Formation? Titled combat power? Do Qiandaoliu and Tiangang Formation have the level of titled combat power?"

After a moment of silence, the old man looked up at the old servant and said in a low and powerful voice: "Yan Jiu."

The old servant immediately responded: "Master."

"Notify them," the old man said with unquestionable authority, "Increase surveillance on the Chen family. As for the Big Dipper Heavenly Gang Formation, get detailed information about it at all costs."

"at the same time,…………"

Upon hearing this, the old servant You Jiu nodded respectfully, then turned and left to carry out the order given by the old man.

The room returned to peace again, leaving only the old man, who sat quietly by the window, gazing at the ever-changing sea of ​​clouds outside, thinking about the upcoming changes in the situation.

After watching Yan Jiu leave, the old man focused his attention on the letter in his hand again, which made him fall into deep thought. The Chen family's strong appearance, a pile of treasures, and the Big Dipper Tiangang Formation, all of these seemed to indicate that it was not simple.

He stood up and slowly walked to one side of the room, where a huge map was hung, detailing the distribution and boundaries of the major forces.

The old man's finger gently slid across an area on the map, which was the Southern Five Counties where the Chen family was located.

There was a hint of coldness in his eyes, but also a hint of expectation.

"Chen family, how many secrets have you hidden?" the old man whispered to himself.

It was as if I was talking to the air, or as if I was talking to a voice in my heart.

Suddenly, he turned and walked to the bookshelf, pulled out a yellowed scroll from the rows of ancient books, and gently unfolded it.

Apparently, these ancient scrolls contain descriptions of various powerful martial arts and heritage in the history of the continent.

This scroll does contain some scattered records about the Chen family's Seven Killing Sword Formation, but they are all too brief.

"We must find more detailed information, or..." A look of determination flashed across the old man's eyes.

Then, the old man stood in front of the map, staring at the area representing the Chen family's territory, thinking to himself: "No matter what kind of power is hidden behind the Chen family, it must be explored clearly. Chen family, hehe."

Just as he was about to study further, the sound of light footsteps outside the door interrupted his thoughts.

The old man quickly put away the scroll, regained his usual calm demeanor, and turned to look at the door.

The door was pushed open silently, and a middle-aged man in tight black clothes walked into the room. He was a trusted subordinate of the old man, specializing in the collection and transmission of intelligence.

"Master, there is urgent information." The man's voice was deep and powerful.

The old man uttered a word softly: "Speak."

The middle-aged man said in a deep voice: "The spies I have placed in various places have recently encountered misfortunes and have been killed one after another."

The old man had a stern face and asked calmly, "What is the reason?"

The middle-aged man replied: "I speculate that they were most likely assassinated."

The old man's eyes instantly turned sinister, sweeping towards the middle-aged man like a sharp blade, "Assassination? Was it done by Xuan Ye Pavilion or Bu Ren Tower?"

The middle-aged man pondered for a moment and replied: "From the perspective of technique and style, it is more like the style of Bu Ren Lou."

The old man asked, "Who placed the order?"

The middle-aged man shook his head. "It's not clear yet. But..."

The old man took over the conversation, his tone cold, "Do you suspect that there is a problem within us, that there is an adopted child?"

The middle-aged man nodded, "That's right."

The old man gave a decisive order, "Then go and investigate, and make sure to get to the bottom of it."

The middle-aged man responded, "Yes, Patriarch! In addition, there is one more thing about the latest developments of the Spirit Hall..."

The old man gestured for him to continue.

So, the middle-aged man reported in detail Qian Daoliu's recent whereabouts and various clues related to it.

The old man listened attentively, nodded from time to time, and a sinister light flashed in his eyes.

"Very good, keep tracking and don't miss any details." The old man ordered solemnly.

After the middle-aged man left, the room fell silent again.

The old man paced slowly, gazing into the distance outside the window.

"Here, Qian Daoliu is fighting against the Chen family sword formation, but the news from the other side comes so timely. Is this a deliberate trap?" The old man pondered in his heart.

After a moment, he sighed and said, "Forget it. Let's wait and see what happens. We'll make a decision when the time is right."

Thus, an undercurrent quietly spread across the mainland.

The instigator of all this is this old man standing at the pinnacle of power. Every decision he makes may change the pattern of the entire continent.

...............

A few days later, the atmosphere in Tianshi City was still busy and orderly, with cars and pedestrians busy on the streets.

In the center of this ancient and prosperous city, in an elegantly decorated teahouse, Zhou Tianshu, Zhou Yingdong and Shi Shouyu were sitting around a table. The atmosphere was tense and solemn.

Zhou Tianshu picked up the teacup and took a big sip, as if trying to calm the turmoil in his heart.

He put down the teacup, looked depressedly at his father Zhou Yingdong and Shi Shouyu beside him, and said, "Father, Uncle Yu, I'm afraid our Tianjiao Ranking will usher in major changes in the next period."

Zhou Yingdong frowned slightly when he heard this, and it was obvious that he was very concerned about this.

"Oh? Let's hear it in detail."

Zhou Tianshu then recounted in detail everything that had happened at the Chen family banquet.

Zhou Yingdong listened with his brows sometimes furrowed and sometimes relaxed, obviously surprised by the increase in the strength of the Chen family.

"I didn't expect that the Chen family would be so secretive. We have suffered a small setback this time." Zhou Yingdong said with emotion.
Then he turned to Shi Shouyu and said, "Lao Yu, what do you think?"

Shi Shouyu pondered for a moment and said slowly: "It seems that we still ranked the new generation of the Chen family too low."

"However, this does not mean that our ranking is wrong. After all, things are unpredictable and strength is always changing."

Zhou Tianshu then added: "There is one more thing to note."

"What do you mean a little? Tell us quickly, don't keep us in suspense." Zhou Yingdong urged.

Zhou Tianshu curled his lips and said helplessly: "When I left the Chen family banquet, Chen Hong discovered my identity."

"You've been exposed? Did someone use an insight-type soul skill?" Zhou Yingdong's face changed when he heard that.

Zhou Tianshu shook his head, "No, I didn't feel anyone using insight-type soul skills on me before."

"How is that possible? How did you get exposed?" Zhou Yingdong was puzzled.

Shi Shouyu stood up with his hands behind his back and fell into deep thought.

After a moment, he said slowly: "Didn't you say that Chen Zixiu seemed to have recovered? Perhaps, this is the reason."

Zhou Yingdong slapped his head and suddenly realized, "Is that so? No wonder..."

Zhou Tianshu continued, "Father, Chen Hong also warned me that we roasted them over the fire before."

Zhou Yingdong's face became even gloomier when he heard this. "Lao Yu, what do you think about this?"

Shi Shouyu pondered for a moment and said slowly: "Perhaps, we should go directly to the Chen family and ask them. Some things are better solved harmoniously. After all, they also use courtesy before force."

Zhou Yingdong fell into deep thought after hearing this.

After a moment, he looked up at Shi Shouyu and asked in a serious tone: "Lao Yu, I only want to ask you one thing."

"Go ahead." Shi Shouyu responded indifferently.

"What did you see in the end regarding the Donghuang incident last time?" Zhou Yingdong asked in a low voice.

Shi Shouyu was startled when he heard this, then shook his head.

Zhou Yingdong's eyes were filled with emotions, "Lao Yu, what do you mean?"

Shi Shouyu turned around and looked at Zhou Yingdong calmly, "What I mean is that I can't see it. I can't see it when I go back in time. It's all blank."

"How is that possible? Your time travel is one of our trump cards, how could I not see it?" Zhou Yingdong's face suddenly became turbulent.

Shi Shouyu sighed and said calmly, "Although time travel is powerful, it also has its limits."

"Some things may be beyond its capabilities."

Zhou Yingdong was shocked when he heard this, "You mean..."

Shi Shouyu did not answer, and the scene suddenly became quiet.

Zhou Yingdong stared at him without blinking, as if he wanted to stare a hole through him.

However, Shi Shouyu's eyes were calm.

Zhou Yingdong said in a deep voice: "Please speak more clearly."

Shi Shouyu said slowly: "I later adjusted my strategy from the killer's perspective."

"Then, I witnessed an astonishing scene: the first strong light flashed, and two Soul Saints fell instantly; the second strong light followed closely, and two more Soul Douluos died on the spot."

Zhou Yingdong's eyes were cold, and he shook his head and said, "This is impossible! Killing a Soul Saint is understandable, after all, the powerful trick of a Titled Douluo has this ability."

"But we can't kill two Soul Douluos at the same time with one move. Chen Cong can't do it either."

"And I checked, Chen Cong didn't make it."

Shi Shouyu asked back: "Then why do you think none of the seven top killers survived?"

Zhou Yingdong guessed: "Could it be Chen Zixiu's doing?"

Shi Shouyu rejected this idea: "Do you think they will scatter like birds and beasts when they see the Titled Douluo coming?"

"Chen Zixiu cannot kill multiple people at the same time, and the traces of battle at the scene were not left by the Seven Killing Swords, and there were no signs of escape or pursuit."

"More importantly, Chen Zixiu can't stop me from going back in time, so he won't let me gain nothing."

Zhou Yingdong's body trembled slightly, his heart sank, and he said doubtfully: "Could it be that this is the power of the gods?"

Shi Shouyu did not answer directly and remained silent.

Zhou Yingdong continued to ask: "So, that's why you tolerate the Chen family in everything?"

Shi Shouyu responded calmly: "So, are you still planning to go now?"

(End of this chapter)