Douluo: Dragon King Huo Yuhao Lives Ten Thousand Years Later

Chapter 153 Old Friends of the Temple of War
"I understand, I will be careful."

After a moment's thought, Di Tian nodded.

As the Vice Speaker of the Federation and the Lord of the Temple of War, Chen Xinjie is seen by many as a staunch supporter of the Federation.

According to the other party's consistent course of action, as long as the Spirit Pagoda doesn't go too far, the two sides won't clash.

But with the identity of being from the Sea God's lineage, everything becomes uncertain. Since Huo Yuhao brought this up, he clearly has concerns about Chen Xinjie's identity.

Seeing Di Tian's knowing expression, Huo Yuhao fell silent for a moment.

My concerns might be different from yours.

Since the Light and Dark Douluo still managed to attempt to enter the Spirit Pagoda, I suppose that certain Battle Heaven Douluo must have started talking nonsense again, right?
This also indirectly suggests that Chen Xinjie and Long Yeyue had a past relationship...

Huo Yuhao shook off his thoughts and stopped thinking about it.

Compared to Chen Xinjie's stance, those three god-slaying soul-guided cannonballs were more important.

Although even the God-Slaying Soul-Guided Cannonballs failed to kill a god, Huo Yuhao would not underestimate these ultimate weapons of the Federation.

Almost all Super Douluo and Title Douluo within the blast radius of the God-Slaying Soul Guidance Cannonballs from Shrek Academy and Tang Sect were wiped out, not to mention those below the Title Douluo level, as well as various secondary professions and technical talents. Shrek Academy only managed to preserve some of its seeds at the cost of Yun Ming sacrificing his demigod status and the destruction of the Golden Tree.

The explosion of a god-slaying soul-guided cannonball in a city would bring devastating disaster, causing the deaths of millions or even tens of millions of people. If it were stolen and used by the Holy Spirit Cult, no one could be held responsible.

The value of this weapon lies in its use against crises in the Abyss Plane and on the continent; using it within the Federation is simply inappropriate.

Moreover, with his abilities, he could easily extract the metal source from the inside of the God-Slaying Soul-Guided Cannonball and remanufacture it, or make it into other weapons...

Thinking of this, Huo Yuhao said:

"I have some old acquaintances within the Temple of War. Although they cannot participate in the Temple of War's decision-making, they should be able to play a certain role in protecting against God-Slaying Soul-Guided Cannonballs. If you have concerns about direct intervention... you can arrange for me to meet with them."

"An old friend?" Di Tian was taken aback, then recalled for a moment and narrowed his eyes.

"So that's how it is. Thousands of years ago, it was you who arranged for them to join the Temple of War."

"It was just a coincidence that we met, and I pointed them in the right direction," Huo Yuhao said with a smile.

Although I dare not take too many actions because of the heavenly tribulation, finding a strange team and giving them directions is still no problem.

Transactions are about mutual benefit.

Di Tian gave Huo Yuhao a deep look, a thoughtful expression flashing in his golden vertical pupils.

He had assumed that Huo Yuhao had also descended from the God Realm, but now it seemed that he hadn't.

So how did he survive for all these ten thousand years? Compared to falling after becoming a god, surviving for ten thousand years without becoming a god seems even more absurd...

"Aren't you going to see her?"

Huo Yuhao's question brought Di Tian back to his senses, and he looked at the mansion behind him.

"No need. I came here today for you. Let the Lord rest in peace."

……

After speaking with Di Tian, ​​Huo Yuhao returned to his room. Pushing open the door, a chilling aura rushed out. His gaze shifted slightly, landing on his left—

Moonlight streamed through the window lattice, casting dappled shadows on the wooden floor. The Snow Empress, dressed in a simple white gown, stood quietly by the window. Her long, silver-blue hair cascaded down like a waterfall, the ends shimmering with a faint, icy sheen.

"Don't worry, I can handle ordinary troubles for you. Fragments of divine consciousness of ordinary gods are no match for me."

"...Was my behavior that obvious before?" Huo Yuhao smiled helplessly.

Xue Di looked at him with her beautiful eyes, "Your plan to reveal your trump card ahead of time is obvious, how could I not see it? If you have any troubles in your heart, just tell me."

Huo Yuhao walked to Xue Di's side and looked out the window with her.

"It wasn't exactly hardship, since I was mentally prepared for it."

Upon hearing this, Xue Di's eyes flickered slightly. "You said this is home, right? Then let's rely on it for a while longer..."

Huo Yuhao suddenly reached out and gently grasped Xue Di's slightly cool hand.

“Home is wherever my family is. You’ve reminded me many times that I won’t shoulder everything alone when needed. Haven’t I troubled you enough in the past two years?”

Xue Di paused, a slight ripple appearing on her face, her eyes softening. "Mm."

……

The morning sunlight filtered through the sheer curtains, gently illuminating the wooden floor of the kitchen. Huo Yuhao, wearing a dark blue apron, was intently stirring the spirit rice porridge in the clay pot, its delicate aroma slowly filling the kitchen.

Gu Yuena stepped onto the soft carpet, her silver hair casually draped over her shoulders. She leaned against the door frame, still sleepy, looking at the kitchen with a faint smile on her lips.

"Awake?" Huo Yuhao asked without turning his head. "Wait a moment."

Gu Yuena gave a soft "hmm," walked behind him, and peered curiously at the food in the pot, her voice still languid from just waking up: "It smells so good."

Huo Yuhao then turned to look at her, and seeing that she was still wearing her pajamas, he raised an eyebrow, "You seem much more comfortable here."

“I used to live here.” Gu Yuena stared at the rice porridge with her purple eyes. “I’ve been living here since I woke up. Biji and the others sometimes come over. I feel more relaxed here.”

"Is that so?"

Huo Yuhao nodded thoughtfully and said gently, "Alright, let's linger a bit and get ready first. Breakfast will be ready soon, and Teacher Li will arrange for a flying car to pick us up and take us to the Mech Pilot Association."

"Ah."

Gu Yuena nodded and turned to walk towards her room. A moment later, she changed into a simple white dress, her silver hair falling smoothly over her shoulders. She sat quietly at the dining table, resting her chin on her hand, her gaze following the busy figures in the kitchen, immersed in the warm atmosphere.

A dozen minutes later, in the morning light, the two, having finished breakfast, jumped into the hovercar one after the other and sped off toward the headquarters of the Mech Pilots Association.

The headquarters of the Mech Pilots Association, a towering silver-gray building complex, gleamed with a cold metallic luster in the morning light. Above the iconic spherical main building of the Mech Pilots Association headquarters, a huge holographic projection continuously played demonstrations of the latest mech models.

The hovercar slowly landed in the central plaza parking area. Huo Yuhao and Gu Yuena got out of the car and entered the Mech Pilot Association, immediately attracting many amazed glances from those around them.

Gu Yuena wore a white dress, her silver hair cascading down like a waterfall, shimmering softly in the sunlight, making her look like an elf who had stepped out of a painting.

Ignoring the stares, the two searched for Li Yucheng and eventually found him in the southeast direction.

Beside him were two figures, one old and one young.

"President Li, we haven't seen you come to report on your work for the past two years. What brings you here today? Didn't you hand over the work to Xia Haoxuan? Are you worried about him?"

(End of this chapter)