Douluo, my clone Groudon

Chapter 122: Xingyan Chessboard
Emperor Xue Ye's fingertips gently stroked the patterns on the Vast Sea Universe Cover, and the azure light reflected the dark currents surging in the depths of his pupils.

Ever since the divine consciousness appeared once, this artifact has not reacted anymore and no longer absorbs his soul power and spirit. He can also feel a kind of mysterious rejection - as if this artifact is waiting for the true child of destiny.

A stern look flashed in Emperor Xue Ye's eyes: I will never allow anyone to take away my treasure!

"Your Majesty, the elder of the Xingguan Sect requests an audience."

The sudden sound outside the hall made Xue Ye's eyes flash with violence.

He clenched the artifact tightly, his knuckles etched a pale blue tinge on the dark blue shell. A moment later, as the gilded palace door slowly opened, the frantic Emperor Xue Ye instantly switched to his majestic imperial mode, his voice filled with impatience: "Why are those guys here in Tian Dou instead of staying in Xing Luo?"

"Xuan."

He put down the Vast Sea Universe Cover and prepared to continue his research later.

After a while, the elder and three younger brothers of the Xingguan Sect entered the imperial study and bowed to Emperor Xue Ye who was sitting on the dragon throne.

"Xingguan Sect's Xu Xingkong greets His Majesty."

Xu Xingkong was wearing a yellow and white robe, his hair and beard were all white, and the soul power fluctuations of a Soul Douluo were emanating from his body. Behind him, two men and one woman bowed together.

Emperor Xue Ye asked knowingly, "Elder Xu, please excuse me. The Xingguan Sect has been closed for over a hundred years. Why did they suddenly appear?"

Xu Xingkong was surprised by Xue Ye's impatience, so he simply pretended to be confused: "Your Majesty, you don't know that although the sect has closed the mountains and hidden from the world, it has never severed contact with the outside world."

"We have heard that there is a divine being in the outside world who has made profound statements about the evolution of martial spirits. We have also heard that he once saved Your Majesty. We hope Your Majesty can introduce him to us."

Emperor Xue Ye's expression darkened. He didn't expect that despite his repeated warnings, someone still dared to leak the news. It seemed that he had not killed enough people.

His voice was a little colder: "Since the Xingguan Sect has emerged, I'm sure you've inquired about how mysterious Mr. Da Mu is."

"Although I was saved by Mr. Oki, it was just a fluke. How can I help you?"

Even if he could help, Xingguanzong's empty words would make him, as the emperor of a country, really have to go and help?
joke!

What did you think of him?

Emperor Xue Ye picked up the majesty of the emperor. He was not afraid of anyone who was not from the Spirit Hall or the Star Luo Empire.

Unexpectedly, Xu Xingkong revealed a fox-like smile: "Your Majesty, I am relieved when you say so. The current leader of the Xingguan Sect has a martial spirit called Xingyan Chessboard, which can use starlight as chess pieces to assist in finding people."

"Your Majesty, please help us connect. We have the answers we seek, and I believe Your Majesty is also curious about this person, Oki."

The Xingguan Sect came out on purpose, so they were sure to find the big tree, and their sect leader's martial spirit was their reliance.

Emperor Xue Ye was intrigued and asked, "Is it similar to the appraisal of the Seven Treasures Glazed Pagoda? How confident are you?"

"If His Majesty helps, I'm 70% sure."

Xu Xingkong pretended to be profound. It was true that his martial soul had the same characteristics as the Seven Treasures Glazed Pagoda, but the Xingyan chessboard was not only used to find people, it could also calculate the success probability of an event based on the number of black and white chess pieces.

Although it is impossible to calculate the probability of an event absolutely, and we can only measure the existence of things, if there is external help, the success rate of the measurement will increase greatly.

The Xingguan Sect made a calculation before deciding to come to the Tiandou Empire to find the answer.

Of course, to activate such a miraculous ability, one has to pay the price of one's life. The higher the difficulty, the more life one has to pay. It can only be used to make the final decision, and one dare not use it too much in normal times.

Otherwise, they would have already solved the problem of the Star Crown Martial Spirit's instability in inheritance on their own. Why would they need to ask for Da Mu's help, or even "calculate" him in a way that might offend Da Mu? "How can I help you?"

The hand under the dragon table moved quietly. Xue Ye smiled gently, thinking back to his previous idea of ​​appointing Damu as the national teacher. If he could find him and persuade him to agree...

Xue Ye secretly shook his head. Judging from the way Da Mu behaved, he didn't seem like the type of person who would get involved in state affairs, but what if?
Xu Xingkong didn't keep the secret and lowered his voice: "First, Your Majesty, please arrange for the three disciples behind me to be placed in an inconspicuous senior academy in Tiandou City."

"Oh, why is this?" Emperor Xue Ye wondered.

Xu Xingkong was confident: "Da Mu doesn't like to be exposed to the public, so he certainly won't stay in the Elemental Academy or the Royal Academy where they can easily attract attention. But for him to study martial spirits, the major academies are the best places..."

Follow the answer and work backwards, it’s that simple.

……

The late spring sun shone through the carved wooden window onto the edge of the bed. Gula lazily raised half of her body, with a strand of black hair hanging down on the soft golden pillow.

He was just about to reach for the celadon teacup on the low table when his nose suddenly felt itchy: "Ah—sneeze!"

The silver bells on the bed curtains jingled.

"Who is this blind person plotting against me behind my back?"

Gula rubbed his red nose as the brocade quilt slipped away, revealing his muscular, bandaged chest. He squinted at the girl sitting on the embroidered cushion, a mischievous smile playing in his dark red eyes.

Ning Rongrong had specially changed into a moon-white, cloud-patterned Liuxian dress today. Her green fingertips twisted the tassels at her waist. Upon hearing this, she immediately put on the dignified demeanor of a young lady from the Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Sect. "Brother Gu, have you caught a cold?"

As she picked up the medicine bowl, the jade bracelet on her wrist jingled, and she deliberately tapped the blue and white porcelain spoon against it, making a crisp sound. "Do you want Rongrong to feed you the medicine?"

"Come on this."

Gula's eyes moved, revealing a hint of contempt. His pale face couldn't hide the playful look between his brows. "If you really want to make me feel comfortable..."

Suddenly, he raised the corner of his mouth, and his eyes swept over the girl's slender waist bound by a silk ribbon. "How about taking a look at her legs?"

"You!" The tips of Ning Rongrong's ears instantly turned crimson, and the hem of her skirt embroidered with silver butterflies swept out messy arcs on the embroidered cushion.

She slammed her legs together. Even though she was wearing triple silk pants, the burning gaze from him made her knees go weak. "Lecher! If you keep talking nonsense, I'll have Grandpa Jian hang you from the Tiandou City gate for three days!"

Ning Rongrong is a master of talking, but she is no match for Gula. Her face turned red with shame and anger after being teased by the straightforward words, which was a unique feeling.

The atmosphere suddenly became somewhat strange. The carved copper censer rose with the lingering scent of agarwood, which contained the soothing spices Ning Rongrong had brought, weaving a curtain of ambiguity between the two of them.

Ning Rongrong's knuckles turned slightly white as she clutched the hem of her skirt. Suddenly, as if remembering something, she raised her chin. "Father heard you were in Tiandou City and said he'd host a banquet for you. When are you free?"

Gula lowered his eyes slowly, motioning Ning Rongrong to look at the bandages on his body, "Do you think I can get out of bed?"

"And I'm seriously injured, chatting with you, Miss, but I can't even get a glass of water. This world is so cruel—"

"Pretending~"

Ning Rongrong laughed out of anger. She was not as easy to fool as Zhu Zhuqing. She did not believe that Gula would go astray during cultivation. At least he would not be so miserable that he needed someone to take care of him.

(End of this chapter)