Douluo Dalu: Immortal Dragon Clan

Jin Tianming watched as Huo Yuhao chose to become Jing Hongchen's disciple, his expression remaining calm and composed.

As far as he was concerned, he would remain tolerant of whatever choice his subordinates made, as long as it did not threaten his own or Sky Curtain City's interests.

Furthermore, he explicitly stated that Huo Yuhao was not a puppet in his hands; he simply hoped that Huo Yuhao would keep his distance from Tang San to avoid causing unnecessary trouble for Tianmu City in the future.

"Good, good, good!" Jing Hongchen said three "good"s in a row, her tone full of joy.

At his age, it is extremely fortunate that he can still have such an outstanding apprentice.

He was thinking that once Huo Yuhao grew up and his grandson made progress, the future landscape of the Sun Moon Royal Academy and Mingde Hall would likely undergo a dramatic change when they joined forces with Jin Tianming.

Moreover, Jin Tianming is an extremely ambitious young man who actually attempts to use his own power and that of his family faction to annex...
Thinking of this, Jing Hongchen couldn't help but turn back to look at Jin Tianming, secretly sighing: How wonderful it would be if one of my future descendants could produce such a talented person!

"Yuhao, come on, your teacher will take you to school."

Today, Jing Hongchen plans to take Huo Yuhao to visit some old friends. Firstly, to let everyone in the academy know that he has taken on a new disciple, and secondly, to let those noble children know that they should not provoke Huo Yuhao in the future.

He had another plan in mind: as long as he carefully nurtured Huo Yuhao, he could take the opportunity to humiliate the Star Luo Empire and the White Tiger Duke during the Star Luo Empire Soul Master Competition in the future.

Jin Tianming watched the two figures disappear into the distance, but did not follow them. Instead, he skillfully picked up the tea leaves that Jing Hongchen had secretly kept and leisurely began to brew the tea.

"Jin Tianming, you'd better cut back on the soaking!"

At some point, Jing Hongchen returned, his tone carrying a warning. He had just realized Jin Tianming hadn't followed, and guessed that the guy was secretly brewing his treasured tea leaves again.

Over the years, this guy has ruined so many of my precious teas that I've been hoarding!
Late at night, raindrops, like silver needles, slanted across the vermilion walls of the Crown Prince's Palace, and the copper bells on the eaves whistled softly in the wind.

The entire mansion was brightly lit, and two figures were reflected in the glass windows. Black and white chess pieces were intertwined on the chessboard, like thousands of troops facing off on a battlefield.

Xu Tianran slammed the black piece he was holding onto the chessboard, the crisp sound particularly abrupt in the quiet room.

He looked up at the man in black robes in front of him. The man seemed to be shrouded in thick ink, his face hidden in shadow, with only a pair of eyes that gleamed coldly.

"Senior, did your retainer really make a move? Why haven't we seen him yet?" His voice was filled with suppressed anxiety, and his fingertips unconsciously rubbed the chess pieces.

The man in black robes—Zhongli Wu—remained silent in the shadows for a moment, then picked up a white chess piece with his well-defined fingers and gently placed it on the chessboard, making a soft, crisp sound.

"That retainer may have encountered trouble, and the operation has probably failed." His tone was flat, revealing no emotional fluctuation.

"Then why didn't our godmother join in?" Xu Tianran frowned, his tone full of confusion.

He clearly remembered that his godmother was the previous leader of the Holy Spirit Church, while the Zhongliwu in front of him was the current leader.

Rumor has it that this godmother is ruthless and has a formidable reputation on the mainland, yet she has been so timid this time that she has not made a move.

Zhongli Wu was about to explain, but upon hearing Xu Tianran's question, his lips moved twice, and he ultimately swallowed his words.

Some secrets were too difficult to talk about. The person the godmother was in love with came from the target family. In the end, she couldn't bring herself to do it, so she sent her capable subordinate, "Long Lao," to carry out the mission.

But now it seems the mission is doomed to fail, and the situation is becoming increasingly difficult.

He raised his hand to cover his forehead, which was shrouded in black robes, and pondered to himself.

While the Holy Spirit Church appears to be thriving on the surface, it suffers from internal divisions and a severe talent shortage.

This cooperation with the Sun Moon Empire is crucial to reversing the decline, and we must not afford to mess it up. "Your Highness, I will give you an answer in a few days. Please be patient."

He carefully chose his words, trying to make his tone sound sincere.

Although Xu Tianran was filled with displeasure, he could only suppress his anger.

He knew that he still needed the help of the Holy Spirit Cult at this moment, otherwise he would be no match for Jin Tianming.

Once Jin Tianming is eliminated, another opportunity will be found to dismantle the Holy Spirit Cult. By then, no one will know about his secret collusion with these Jianghu forces.

On the chessboard, the black and white pieces remained silently facing each other, while the two people on either side of the board had already drifted off into their own plans for the future.

As the candlelight flickered, the calculations gleaming in their eyes were more complex and unpredictable than the situation on the chessboard.

Holy Spirit Cult Headquarters
Long Xiaoyao stood in front of an ancient door, about to raise his hand to knock, when his gaze inadvertently swept across the silvery moonlight outside the window.

A thought struck him: "At this hour, the goddess of time must have already retired for the night."

Or should we talk about it tomorrow?
Just as he hesitated, the door creaked open from the inside.

A woman stood before the door, her figure graceful, her long white hair cascading down her back. Her exquisite features seemed to have been forgotten by time, as no trace of age had been left on her face. This woman was none other than Ye Xishui, the goddess in Long Xiaoyao's heart.

"Xi Shui, you're still awake?" Long Xiaoyao broke the silence first.

Upon hearing this, Ye Xishui's eyes instantly turned displeased: "Heh~ I'm waiting for someone to come back and report, how can I sleep peacefully?"

"I see, hahaha." Long Xiaoyao laughed awkwardly, then said seriously, "He really does seem to come from that family."

"Is he still alive?" Upon hearing this, Ye Xishui interrupted Long Xiaoyao impatiently, her coldness fading slightly as she eagerly pressed for an answer.

"This..." Long Xiaoyao stammered, looking troubled.

Seeing this, Ye Xishui was furious: "Useless!" With that, she turned around abruptly, strode into the room, and slammed the door shut with a "bang," leaving Long Xiaoyao standing outside the door, looking completely bewildered.

Long Xiaoyao looked at the door that was closed again and shook his head helplessly.

Perhaps, silently protecting her is enough, as long as she is safe and sound.
Back in her room, Ye Xishui didn't rest. Instead, she went to the window and gazed at the crescent moon in the sky.

She slowly took out a pendant from her spatial soul tool. The pendant had a unique shape, resembling a yin-yang symbol, yet it was different from other symbols.

The upper half of the pendant is bright red, like blood, and engraved with a sun pattern; the lower half is deep blue, like the sea, and printed with a crescent moon pattern.

Ye Xishui stroked the pendant, her previously cold eyes instantly turning crazed: "I don't believe you're dead! Wait! I will find you, end you with my own hands, and then carefully preserve you. That way, we can be together forever."
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"So you're saying that the clone tamed Ye Xishui into a dog, and then Ye Xishui tamed those two holy dragons into dogs?"

"Holy crap!" Mo Yan transformed into a tiny figure and hopped onto Tian Mucheng's lap. The expression on his face went beyond simple shock; horror would be a more accurate description.

"Which clone of the future is so 'talented' to choose such a difficult person to collect luck from?"

In the world of spiritual connection, some people couldn't help but nod in agreement, but Wen Yu was different. He jumped out and teased, "He's not like you. You slack off every day. After a few years, you can't even compare to Lei Ze's achievements in collecting luck."

End of inflammation:.
No, what did I do to offend you?
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