Douluo: I founded the mecha tribe and I am the king of mecha battles!

Chapter 271 My Lord, we didn't get to fight to our hearts' content!

When Chen Zhou's voice pierced the space, the clear, bell-like incantation echoing throughout the room, the air in the entire office momentarily froze. The brass handle of the oak door suddenly gleamed with a lustrous green light, the light flowing down like the sap of new leaves in early spring, meandering through the wood grain into ancient totems.

The door opened by itself without any wind.

Millions of jade fragments gushed out from the cracks in the door, then condensed into a liquid galaxy in mid-air.

A beautiful woman arrived gracefully, riding the emerald tide. As her skirt brushed across the threshold, the liquid emeralds transformed into a fine rain, falling softly before evaporating into a medicinal mist before reaching the ground. This was none other than Bi Ji, the compassionate healer of the Star Dou Great Forest, transformed from the 100,000-year-old soul beast, the Emerald Swan.

She stood amidst the emerald mist, like a sacred plant from a deep mountain stretching its branches. Her ankle-length hair was not ordinary black silk, but a luminous satin formed from solidified liquid jade, rippling with light as she slightly tilted her head. Adorned in her hair were twelve real velvet feathers, each tipped with a dew-like green diamond that tinkled near her ears.

What is most captivating are her delicate hands, veiled beneath the sheer, flowing sleeves. As Brigitte raises her hand to tuck a stray strand of emerald hair behind her ear, one can see the healing runes unique to the Emerald Clan flowing from her fingertips—the lines appearing and disappearing beneath her icy skin like leaf veins, occasionally flashing with starlight-like points of light. Legend has it that wounds touched by these hands will even blossom into fragrant flowers, transforming the painful memories into beautiful memories.

"Lord Chenzhou."

"Princess called softly," her voice carrying the gentle melody of morning dew dripping onto moss. As she bowed, the jade pendants hanging from her waist clinked together, producing a sound reminiscent of a harp. A sash inlaid with the heartwood of an ancient tree cinched her slender waist, its intricate silver embroidery depicting a flock of swans flying past the moon; with each breath, the silver threads flowed across the dark green cloud-patterned satin.

This woman, a swan in human form, even had eyelashes imbued with the color of life energy. When she raised her shimmering, azure eyes, the light in the entire room softened—the effect of the emerald essence, condensed over ten thousand years of cultivation, flowing deep within her pupils. Three teardrop-shaped emerald crystals at the corner of her left eye resembled the "merciful mark" described in mythology; it was said that every life healed by Princess Brigitte would leave a glimmer of light at the corner of her eye.

"But are there any injured people who need medical treatment?"

She asked softly, and the smile that appeared on her lips made all the potted plants in the room sprout new buds instantly.

Chen Zhou calmly looked at the beautiful woman before him, then stretched out his hands and said, "Your master has fainted. Take him back."

"Look what you've done to my office!"

The riot had almost destroyed Chen Zhou's office, leaving it in a state of utter chaos and ruins.

Brigitte's emerald eyes rippled. She quickly stepped forward and took the silver-haired girl. Before her slender fingertips even touched Gu Yuena's skin, layers of emerald light wrapped around her as if they were alive.

The halos emitted a faint hissing sound when they touched the wound, neutralizing the remaining Blue Silver Emperor toxin into wisps of blue smoke.

"My lord has injured the divine core."

The jade pattern between Brigitte's brows lit up, her voice trembling with shock, "This is... a rule-related injury left by the Trident of Poseidon?"

She suddenly turned to Chen Zhou, her long, jade-green hair moving without wind. The oppressive aura of a ten-thousand-year-old soul beast imbued the air with the fragrance of grass and trees: "Please explain, Lord Chen Zhou—"

"I have no obligation to explain."

Chen Zhou snapped his fingers, and the chaotic office suddenly twisted and reformed. Broken soul-guiding lamps flew back to the ceiling, torn carpets were rewoven into patterns, and even the metal walls, pulverized by the dragon's might, returned to their original state as if time had reversed. "I've received the payment."

Only then did Brigitte notice that Chen Zhou had a new ring wrapped in silver scales on his left ring finger. The surface of those scales flowed with spatial fluctuations identical to those of Gu Yuena.

The emerald swan's pupils suddenly contracted: "You extracted the Lord's primordial dragon scales?"

"Treatment fee." Chen Zhou twirled the ring, the light reflecting off its silver scales casting dappled patterns of light on his face. "Oh, and tell Di Tian—"

He suddenly leaned close to Brigitte's ear, the alchemist's warm breath causing the jade swan's earlobe to crystallize: "From now on, you belong exclusively to my Beast Merchant Guild."

His originally dark eyes once again emitted a crimson-gold light, suppressing Brigitte's soul, body, and essence to the core, preventing her from having any thought of resistance.

Brigitte, cradling the unconscious Gu Yuena, took two steps back. Never in a hundred thousand years had the Emerald Swan sensed so clearly—that standing before her was not a human, but a predator from a higher dimension. The crimson-gold light swirling in Chen Zhou's eyes reminded her of the colossal cosmic beasts of ancient legends that fed on planets.

"I see."

As Brigitte bowed, her flowing emerald hair concealed her expression of fear and dread. As the healing master of the Star Dou Great Forest, she could sense that some kind of shackle lurking within her master had been broken, but at the cost of the fate of the entire soul beast race being re-tied with unknown ropes.

"Take him away for treatment."

"From now on, you can take her place as her secretary."

Chen Zhou spoke softly, deciding the fate of a 100,000-year-old soul beast.

"Yes, ma'am."

Brigitte dared not show any sign of distress. Like a willow branch swaying in the wind, she silently lifted Gu Yuena's body and obediently whispered, "Please rest assured, I will do my best to heal my lord's injuries and help her recover faster."

Emerald Swans are not good at fighting and have always existed as vassals who depend on the strong.

Even though she was a 100,000-year-old soul beast, in the eyes of those 10,000-year-old soul beasts with great combat abilities, she was nothing special.

Feeling the inherent oppression from Chen Zhou, Bi Ji quickly found her place: submission.

"My lord, we didn't get to enjoy the fight at all!"

"If you hadn't ordered a retreat, those two guys wouldn't have needed any trouble at all. I could have taken care of those two cowardly rats all by myself!"

Hai Wuliang unleashed the power of the laws, constructing an ultra-long, circulating water slide in mid-air. The petite Xuanli slid along the water, letting out a cheerful, bell-like laugh.

Both Hai Wuliang and Huo Wuji were happy to play with this young master in the truest sense.

Chen Zhou sat on the recliner, peacefully enjoying his rare moment of leisure. He glanced at Hai Wuliang and said speechlessly, "You should know that even if those two guys are trash and thieves, they still managed to seize the plane master and planet core of the Douluo plane."

"If they fight to the death and detonate the power of the plane and the core of the planet, even if I have the greatest ability, I can only ensure that this world is not destroyed. But when that happens, the world will be desolate and lifeless. Was all our previous efforts just for such a world on the verge of destruction?"

Hai Wuliang chuckled sheepishly, "Isn't it because I'm happy now?"

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