Douluo: What the hell is the academic master development system?

Chapter 429: If you live long enough, you can see everything

At this point, the middle-aged man belatedly slapped his forehead and chuckled, "I forgot to introduce myself first. I am Ning Tian's father, Ning Junping. You can call me Sect Master Ning. Of course, I would be even happier if you would call me Uncle Ning."

"As for the person next to you, he is one of only two Title Douluos in our Nine Treasure Glazed Tile School's current headquarters. He is Wu Fentian, Wu Feng's father, a level 91 Power Attack-type Title Douluo, and his title is Red Demon."

Wu Feng's father, a level 91 Power Attack-type Title Douluo? The Crimson Demon Douluo?
Chen Ping's heart skipped a beat. Although Wu Feng's father looked to be more than ten years older than the sect leader Ning Junping in front of him, he was at most sixty years old. Was he already a level ninety-one strong attack type titled Douluo?
Such talent in cultivation is probably no less than that of the ancient Douluo Gu Rong from ten thousand years ago, right?

"Hello Uncle Ning, hello Uncle Wu."

Chen Ping stood up to greet the two, but to his surprise, Wu Fentian stood up from his chair, strode over to him, and supported his upper body, preventing him from bending over any further.

"Haha, why be so polite? Sit down, sit down. Don't be shy in the sect, just make yourself at home."

Wu Fentian laughed and said, "You're quite perceptive, kid. If you had come up here and kept calling me Sect Master Ning and His Majesty the Red Demon, Junping and I would have had to test you today. But since you've already called me Uncle, let's skip those things."

As he spoke, Wu Fentian pressed Chen Ping back into his chair. Chen Ping could only obediently accept the other party's enthusiastic response and turned to look at Ning Junping.

"Uncle Ning, I just heard you say that Uncle Wu is one of only two Title Douluos in our sect. I wonder who the other one is? Is it Uncle Chenchenying that you mentioned earlier?"

For a moment, Chen Ping was unsure whether the name Chen Ying was a man's or a woman's name, and hesitated before speaking.

Ning Junping took a sip of tea, and when he heard Chen Ping ask the question, he shook his head: "You've guessed wrong. The other two titled Douluo in our sect, besides your Uncle Wu, is your Grandma Ye, the matriarch of our sect, who is already 140 years old this year."

Upon hearing this, Chen Ping immediately nodded. One hundred and forty years old was an extremely old age in the Douluo Continent.

Unlike the Douluo Continent 10,000 years ago, where simply breaking through to the Title Douluo level guaranteed a lifespan of at least 100 years, or even 200 years, the lifespan of Title Douluos in the Douluo Continent today is not much different from that of ordinary people.

Even someone like Mu En, whose cultivation has approached the limits of human potential, has a lifespan of only two hundred and fifty years, unable to cross the three-hundred-year barrier.

But for Tang Chen, Poseidon, Qian Daoliu, and others from ten thousand years ago, living to three hundred years old would be an extremely simple matter.

Going back even a thousand years, Poseidon achieved the astonishing feat of extending his lifespan by a thousand years before becoming a god. He spent a thousand years conquering the entire ocean to gather enough faith power to create his divine position.

Just as Chen Ping was wondering why this strange phenomenon of reduced lifespan for Title Douluo was occurring, the system, which had been silent for a long time, suddenly emitted a notification sound.

[Ding: Congratulations, host, you have discovered an extremely important clue regarding the changes in the rules of the Douluo World. The mystery of the Zhao Wuji statue in Shrek Sea God Lake has been unlocked. Points deducted: 50,000.]

The system's notification sound at this moment greatly puzzled Chen Ping.

No, what did he discover? How did it become such an important clue? He simply noticed that the lifespan of Title Douluos has generally decreased between 10,000 years ago and 10,000 years later.
Thinking about this, Chen Ping suddenly realized the strangeness of the situation.

Yeah, why has the lifespan of Title Douluo generally decreased so much after ten thousand years?
A sense of doubt immediately arose in Chen Ping's mind. And what was the connection between this thing and the secret hidden inside the Zhao Wuji statue he had touched years ago when he was hiding from Ma Xiaotao?

Chen Ping scratched his head—his head was so itchy, he felt like his brain was growing.

"Young friend Chen? Chen Ping?"

Just then, Chen Ping heard Ning Junping calling him softly. When he looked up, he saw Ning Junping and Wu Fentian looking at him with some concern.

"Sorry, I was a little distracted just now," Chen Ping said apologetically. "So, this Grandma Ye is really old and blessed. I must meet her and share in her good fortune."

Before the words were finished, the glass beaded curtain hanging at the side door of the hall suddenly emitted a crisp and melodious clinking sound.

Immediately afterwards, a loud, hearty laugh filled with affection and cheerfulness rang out: "Let me see which young man is trying to take advantage of this old lady's good fortune?"

Amidst laughter, an elderly woman with silver hair and a ruddy complexion walked in steadily, leaning on an eighth-level soul-guided cane wrapped in warm, shiny sandalwood.

The other person was not particularly tall, but he possessed a calm and composed demeanor, like an ancient pine tree that had weathered many storms yet remained ever more vigorous.

Her eyes were like pearls in a deep pool. Despite the passage of time, they were not clouded at all. Instead, they shone with a wise light that saw through the ways of the world and a magnanimous composure that came from seeing through everything. Although her skin was loose and covered with wrinkles, her rosy complexion and full of energy made her look much younger than her actual age. She was full of energy and did not look old at all.

At this moment, the old lady was wearing a wide robe with a dark purple brocade pattern, exuding elegance and grace. Around her neck hung a string of round, lustrous jade beads, adding to her air of wealth and tranquility.

At this moment, her face was filled with a very genuine and kind smile, and her gaze fell precisely on Chen Ping, who had just said he wanted to share in the good fortune. Her smile deepened, with a hint of mischief and intense interest.

In an instant, Chen Ping, Ning Junping, and Wu Fentian all stood up from their chairs. Ning Junping, in particular, as the head of a sect, directly led the old man to the main seat, while he and Wu Fentian sat to the side.

This Grandma Ye has an incredibly high status.
Upon seeing this scene, Chen Ping remained outwardly calm, but inwardly he was in turmoil, completely bewildered by what was happening.

"Grandma Ye".

I greeted the old lady respectfully, and she nodded kindly in response.

"Good, good child, you are Xin'er."

As soon as the old lady opened her mouth, she saw the chains on Chen Ping's body. Her expression, which hadn't changed much in decades, froze for the first time. She turned her old face and looked at Ning Junping and Wu Fentian with a shocked expression.

At this moment, Old Madam Ye had only one thought in her mind—I knew that if you live long enough, you can see everything.

(End of this chapter)