Silver Dragon King, Did You Know?
23: Chapter 23: Brother Lieyang vs.
Silver Dragon King, Did You Know?
Chapter 23: Brother Lieyang vs.
Silver Dragon King, Did You Know?
The illusion dissipated.
Bai Yuan only felt the light and shadow before his eyes recede like a tide.
His feet once again stepped onto the solid ground of the illusion space.
Han Tianyi sat cross-legged three meters in front of him, his white hair fluttering, those bright eyes sizing him up and down.
In his gaze, there was scrutiny, approval, and a hint of regret.
“What a pity.” The old man shook his head, his tone carrying a touch of genuine regret.
“You kid, you don’t have a Body Martial Soul.
Heaven does not allow my Body Sect to shine brilliantly.” The corners of Bai Yuan’s mouth twitched slightly.
Body Sect.
He naturally knew about this Sect.
Back in the era of The Unrivaled Tang Sect, the Body Sect possessed eleven Titled Douluo and was known alongside Shrek Academy and the Mingde Hall as the three great powers of the continent; what glory that was.
But what about now, in this era of the legend of the dragon king?
Bai Yuan silently took stock in his heart.
Sect Master Mu Ye, a level 94 Titled Douluo, with a Palm Martial Soul.
Supposedly, the Body Martial Soul had huge potential for a second awakening, but he was obsessed with mecha research, single-mindedly studying some “armor-stacking” secret technique.
As a result, he trapped himself alive at level 94, not even touching the threshold of a Super Douluo.
Bai Yuan couldn’t help but complain in his heart.
A Sect Master of a body-refining Sect, instead of tempering his own physique, spends every day soaking in a mecha laboratory; isn’t this putting the cart before the horse?
As for the other one…
As that name appeared in Bai Yuan’s mind, the twitching of his mouth widened a bit more.
Hu Jie.
Body Sect member, Mu Ye’s martial uncle.
Martial Soul: Body, a level 98 Super Douluo, whose mental force had broken through to the Martial Soul Domain realm, known as the “Golden Belly, Silver Buttocks, Smiling Tiger.” Sounds impressive, right?
But what this big shot did was simply abstract to the extreme.
He had an unrequited crush.
Wounded by love.
In a fit of anger, he betrayed the Body Sect and defected to the Tang Sect.
The key is—who was he secretly in love with?
It was Sect Master Mu Ye’s mother.
In other words, this senior Hu Jie liked his own martial nephew’s mother.
Bai Yuan took a deep breath, struggling to suppress his surging desire to complain.
The Body Sect used to be a legendary Sect that could wrestle with Shrek, but what about now?
One Sect Master is obsessed with mechas and refuses to improve, the other high-ranking member was wounded by love and defected to the enemy camp.
Are these big shots all so love-brained?
Hopeless.
Bai Yuan lowered his eyes, swallowing all his complaints back into his stomach, maintaining a well-behaved expression on his face.
“Elder Han, you jest.
My Martial Soul is quite good; a Tool Martial soul has its own advantages.” Han Tianyi waved his hand, not continuing this topic.
He stood up and patted Bai Yuan on the shoulder: “Alright, that’s all for today.
Let’s continue tomorrow.” Bai Yuan was overjoyed and said respectfully: “Thank you, Elder Han.” Bai Yuan bowed slightly, his tone respectful: “Elder Han, then I shall take my leave.” Han Tianyi waved his hand, not saying much more.
Bai Yuan turned and pushed the door open, leaving the illusion space.
The door slowly closed behind him, isolating that World of flowing light and color.
The illusion space quieted down.
Han Tianyi sat back in his original position cross-legged, his bright eyes narrowing slightly.
A moment later, he raised his hand and lightly tapped his fingertip in the air.
A pale blue light pattern appeared; it was the internal Martial Soul communication array of the Spirit Pagoda.
With his mental force cultivation, he didn’t need any spirit tool assistance at all.
“Lass Leng.” His voice was calm and deep.
On the other side, Leng Yaozhu’s voice quickly came through: “Elder Han, how was it?” “The person is fine.” Han Tianyi said slowly, “I tested him many times during the assessment, and he did not show any abnormalities.
He did not deliberately hide his clumsiness, nor was he eager to show off.
When it was time to kill, he didn’t hesitate; when it was time to admit defeat, he didn’t force it.” Leng Yaozhu was silent for a moment.
Han Tianyi continued: “His identity should be authentic; he was not sent by hostile forces.
I didn’t smell any Shrek or Tang Sect aura on him; he comes from a clean orphanage background.” “That’s good.” Leng Yaozhu’s voice was obviously a bit more relaxed.
“Excellent talent, good character.” Han Tianyi paused, his tone becoming a bit more serious, “He is worth cultivating.
Congratulations, lass.” “To be able to get these words from you is not easy.” Leng Yaozhu’s tone carried a hint of a smile.
“Cut the crap.” Han Tianyi snorted.
“Tell me, what about the thing you promised me?” “Rest assured, Elder Han, I will definitely help you do it.” Leng Yaozhu’s voice became solemn, “I will use the Leng family’s channels to help you find people with potential for Body Martial Soul awakening, and I will absolutely not interfere with your cultivation of them.
After finding them, I will hand them over to you, and I won’t ask about it.” “Hmm.” Han Tianyi nodded with satisfaction.
“Then thank you in advance, lass.” “It’s nothing.” Leng Yaozhu smiled.
“Then like this, Elder Han, I won’t have him come to disturb you later.
You can rest easy.” “No need.” “Hmm?” Leng Yaozhu was obviously stunned for a moment.
Han Tianyi looked up in the direction Bai Yuan had left; that child was already long gone.
“He can come over.” The old man’s voice was calm, but it carried a rare hint of warmth, “I have some affinity with this kid.” There was silence on the other side of the communication array for a few seconds.
“This…” Leng Yaozhu’s voice carried obvious surprise.
“Alright then, that is Bai Yuan’s honor.
It is his blessing that Elder Han is willing to take the trouble to teach him.” “Alright, stop flattering me.” Han Tianyi waved his hand and cut off the communication.
The illusion space returned to silence.
The old man sat alone in the center of that flowing light and color, his white hair fluttering slightly in the fluorescence.
He lowered his head, looking at his own palm.
“Body Martial Soul…” He muttered to himself, his voice so soft it was as if he were speaking to himself.
“I hope that lass can really find a few good seedlings.” If he could preserve this affinity…
Perhaps, he could preserve a glimmer of hope for his Body Sect.
He could see that this child’s talent would surely lead to great achievements on this continent in the future.
And not the kind of achievement where “Titled Douluo is the end.” That phantom of wings, that aura of destruction deep within the spark, that strange ability to become stronger the more one fights.
These were all things that could not be explained by the Martial Souls of this World.
There was a great secret on this child.
But he did not want to investigate it.
Having lived for so long, he knew too well.
Some secrets, knowing them might not be a good thing.
Moreover, he faintly felt that this era was becoming precarious.
His teaching of Bai Yuan was not just because he cherished talent.
It was also to seek a good affinity for the Body Sect, to leave a way out.
Han Tianyi gave a bitter smile and shook his head.
Body Sect…
there was never a time they let him worry less.
Forget it, don’t think about it.
The more he thought about it, the more his head hurt.
He closed his eyes, and the vast, boundless ocean in his sea of mental force slowly calmed down.
His whole person merged into the fluorescence of the illusion space.
…
Bai Yuan pushed open the door to the room, his footsteps pausing for a moment.
Leng Yaozhu was sitting on the sofa in the living room, her long legs crossed casually.
She was holding a cup of tea in her hand, looking like she had been waiting for a while.
This was not unexpected.
What surprised Bai Yuan was.
There was another person sitting next to her.
No, it was a girl.
Silver long hair fell behind her like a waterfall.
It shone with a faint luster under the soft indoor light.
She sat very upright, her hands placed neatly on her knees, and raised her head when she heard the door sound.
Purple eyes.
Her features were delicate and cold, and she looked about the same age as Bai Yuan.
Yet she already had a hint of the prototype of a beauty who would later topple cities.
Bai Yuan’s pupils shrank slightly, and his heart skipped a beat.
Silver hair.
Purple eyes.
Could it be a fixed NPC?
“Teacher, I’m back.” He remained calm on the surface, walked over, and stood opposite Leng Yaozhu.
Leng Yaozhu put down her teacup, a satisfied smile on the corners of her mouth.
“Hmm, good performance, Elder Han has already told me.” Bai Yuan nodded, his gaze involuntarily glancing at the silver-haired girl next to her.
“Teacher, who is this?” Leng Yaozhu looked at the girl beside her, her tone casual but carrying a hint of solemnity.
“Come, let me introduce you.
This is—” The girl stood up.
“Hello, nice to meet you.” “My name is Gu Yue.”