Douluo: The Holy Radiance of the Dragon King

Chapter 338 The Body Sect's emotional problems, the Abyss's plea for help, and the Ghost Emperor's cunning idea.

"I consider myself your equal, yet you want to be my father-in-law? Brother Tiandang, is this appropriate? Is this reasonable?"

Feng Zaixing asked three thought-provoking questions, never expecting that the brother he had rescued back then would now "turn against" him.

I remember when I rescued you, I was hoping you could comfort your daughter. How come you've become a matchmaker now?

"What? What does all this mean?"

Makino was a little confused by the conversation between Yuan Entian and Feng Zaixing. How did it suddenly jump to the topic of father-in-law and son-in-law?

Wait a minute, Yuanen Tiandang only has one daughter, right? And she's Zaixing's direct disciple, his grand-disciple of Muye—

Damn! (Here, Mu Ye shouts to Cao Cao from another time and space)

"No, no, no! Although our Body Sect acts in ways that are both righteous and wicked, we don't have such evil magic! This...this...this—"

This sect leader finds this inappropriate and unreasonable.

Makino swallowed hard, finding it hard to accept.

Although it's not uncommon for teachers to marry their adult students in the Federation these days, the Body Sect still retains some ancient customs.

How can a teacher and student who have been together since childhood develop feelings for each other? What kind of mess is this? Won't the family's reputation be completely ruined?

Yuan Entian remained silent for a moment, then chose to meet Feng Zaixing's questioning gaze directly and said, "Actually, in terms of seniority, although you are a generation older than her, you are two years younger than her."

"Well, as for the master-disciple relationship, since you were a disciple who was snatched back then, you are the second disciple of the inner sect, and she is my daughter, the head of the outer sect, so you can be considered peers."

Feng Zaixing:

You've been preparing these words for a long time, haven't you?

"Just a reminder, I have a lover, and I haven't figured out the relationship with that demonic dragon in the Spirit Pagoda yet. I've been thinking these past few days about whether I should go to the Spirit Pagoda to suppress her when I have some free time."

Thinking of that troublesome silver dragon, Feng Zaixing felt an urge to grind his teeth and wanted to find a secret room to suppress it for ten years.

Of course, it wasn't about doing anything strange; it was simply about making him deeply reflect on his mistake of plotting against the chairman.

Mu Ye reminded her from the side, "Your junior sister is also your childhood friend. I think your relationship has become quite complicated over the years. If you don't handle it well, you won't be able to get out of this mess."

Feng Zaixing turned his head and said, "How can one have a home when the sea is not calm? I used to be running around every day and didn't have much free time to talk about feelings. Look at me last time in the Blood God Legion, I abandoned the people in the Spirit Pagoda and accompanied her to watch the stars."

Yes, this is a cosplay of Huo Qubing.

Mu Ye thought to himself, "So you really do have a bottom line. If you want to take things a step further, your junior sister will never object."

After some thought, the sect leader, who had been single his entire life, offered his opinion: "Why don't you take the initiative? It seems that federal law doesn't stipulate that a god-level expert cannot have multiple wives. I believe you can definitely become a god."

Feng Zaixing said earnestly, "You look like a handsome, youthful man now, and maintaining your peak appearance for a hundred years shouldn't be a problem. How about I help you find a wife you like?"

He added, "I believe that the eldest brother and the junior sister must feel the same way. After the eldest brother found his sweetheart, he kept saying that if you were interested, we wouldn't mind having another master's wife; cultivation level and talent don't matter, the main thing is feelings."

"In the Temple of War Gods, there are several single female War Gods and prospective War Gods. If you are interested, I can try to arrange blind dates for you. Creating a chance encounter is not difficult."

At this moment, the Body Sect, filled with elites, can proudly say that they never consider the strength of their friends, as it is difficult for them to reach the sect's average level.

"Um—you don't need to worry about my little matter. I'm more interested in the third-generation successor of the Body Sect."

Mu Ye's old face showed a hint of embarrassment, then he remembered something and said, "In terms of age, you really are the youngest among your group. What Brother Tian Dang said seems to make sense."

Feng Zaixing: →→

You ran away as soon as the fire hit you, huh? Old Mu, you're so disloyal.

Not wanting to be stared at by Feng Zaixing with disdain for too long, Mu Ye laughed and quickly changed the subject, saying, "By the way, speaking of your senior brother, how's his investigation in the far north going?"

Upon hearing this, Feng Zaixing turned over in the hot spring, his expression turning solemn, and said in a deep voice, "We haven't found anything yet. Although we've traced some clues, the far north is a vast area, and it used to be the largest gathering place for soul beasts and a forbidden zone for humans on this continent."

"Even a Limit Douluo would find it difficult to investigate in a short time. The angel warriors I sent out caught a few petty thieves, but they didn't find any trace of the big fish."

Hearing this, Mu Ye frowned deeply, disgusted by those elusive and troublesome evil spirit masters. He said, "What a nuisance. Do these evil spirit masters control some kind of spatial artifact? They kill people, commit crimes, and then run away."

"Once the Blood God Legion's reconnaissance equipment is widely deployed, they will have nowhere to hide!"

A confident and composed voice came from outside the hot spring. Zhang Huanyun, the Mirror Douluo, flew into the hot spring and greeted the three, saying, "Greetings, you three great contributors! Do you mind if I join you?"

"How could that be? It's a rare treat to meet Your Excellency Mingjing." Feng Zaixing smiled, still holding a deep respect for the commander of the Blood God Legion.

"Since Your Majesty comes from the Temple of War, why don't you share your thoughts on the Temple of War now? Chen Xinjie has retired to recuperate, Guan Yue has left, and Uncle Long has taken over his position."

Having dealt two devastating blows to the Abyss Plane, Zhang Huanyun truly felt the hope of completely eliminating the Abyss Plane.

He believed that the last obstacle preventing their Douluo plane from destroying the Abyss plane was the Abyss Saint King, and that no one else was a match for the young man in front of him!

As approximately one-fifth of the immense energy from the Abyss Plane surged in, even in just a moment, Zhang Huanyun could already sense the miracle of the ecological environment continuously recovering.

Withered trees sprout new buds, snow-capped mountains bloom with flowers, and deserts turn green—the environment of Douluo Continent is improving day by day. The area where the Tree of Life is located has now formed a vast pool of life. He believes that the cultivation environment here is no less than that of the former Seagod Island in Shrek City, and may even be better.

With such a treasure trove of cultivation, how could the Blood God Legion not prosper, and how could the Federation's powerful forces not flourish?

Once the threat from the Abyss Plane has completely disappeared and the Blood God Legion has completed its historical mission, Zhang Huanyun knows that he will not be the one to control this power.

However, that's fine too. His lifelong wish, along with that of all the previous commanders of the Blood God Legion, was to eliminate the Abyss Plane.

In the far north, Lan Fuzi followed the Demon Emperor stealthily through the vast white expanse, where even with her cultivation level, she struggled to find her way.

Scattered groups of black-clad evil spirit masters followed from all directions, their small numbers subtly highlighting the decline of the Holy Spirit Cult.

Having suffered repeated blows over the years, the Holy Spirit Cult is no longer as extravagant as it once was, readily producing dozens of Title Douluos. Every high-level Soul Master must now use them with caution.

"Mother, what are we doing here? It seems the experts from the Sun Moon Federation have already detected some traces of us and are investigating us intensely."

Lan Fuzi spoke in a low voice, trying to find out the Demon Emperor's purpose.

The Demon Emperor, his purple sleeves fluttering, a few strands of long hair obscuring his eyes that gleamed with a crazed purple light, said in a low voice, "Don't ask questions you shouldn't! If you don't want to follow me, then go back to that boundless ocean!"

Lan Fuzi wrinkled her delicate nose and lowered her head, saying, "Of course I'm willing to stay with Mother. I'm just worried that something might happen to you. Those human experts are terrifying. Several Soul Emperors and Soul Saints have already been discovered and killed."

"Those people can be recruited again after they die. As long as we can carve out a stable passage here, what do those losses matter!"

The Demon Queen's voice was filled with rage. If it were any other time and her subordinates had been wiped out by the Federation, she would definitely have launched a counterattack to show them what she was capable of.

But this time, her intuition sensed a great crisis, as if something bad would happen if she dared to go back.

There aren't many people in the entire Douluo Continent who can make her feel this sense of crisis; they are at least ruthless individuals at the quasi-god level. This makes her very frustrated, and she dares not easily reveal her location.

As far as she knew, the Federation had lost Shrek Tang Sect in recent years and had suffered many internal wars, so its high-end combat power should have been greatly depleted. Chen Xinjie was also recuperating from his injuries, so how could they so easily send out a quasi-god level expert to investigate them?

Are the Federation's experts just bored, or have they incurred too much hatred? As soon as they discovered the Holy Spirit Cult's whereabouts, they swarmed around it like sharks smelling blood.

Suddenly, the Ghost Emperor's ghostly figure flashed out from the snow-capped mountains. He bowed respectfully to the Demon Emperor and said with a worried tone, "It's bad, Demon Emperor. News has come from the Abyss Saint King that the Abyss Plane has been attacked by humans and suffered heavy losses. He must personally oversee the plane to maintain order."

"Even if we open the Abyss Passage now, he cannot send out the Abyss Army to conquer the continent for the time being."

"What?!" The Demon Emperor snorted, and the temperature of the air around her suddenly dropped several degrees. The Holy Spirit Cult experts, including Lan Fuzi, were forced to retreat by the powerful aura she released.

The Ghost Emperor lowered his head and said in an even more respectful and excited tone, "However, the Abyss Saint King has already used this to request aid from the more powerful plane behind him, and I believe that reinforcements will be sent from there soon."

"Among them, there will be legendary god-level powerhouses! Even if they are suppressed by the Douluo plane itself, their power here should be enough to crush all enemies."

The Demon Emperor's expression softened, and with a snort, he pointed to the towering snow-capped mountains and said, "Good, very good! The plan will proceed as scheduled. And have you killed enough of the people I asked you to kill?"

The Ghost Emperor looked troubled: "The formation required the lives of millions of people, but the sect doesn't have that many in stock, and we can't kill them in Douluo Continent either, the experts in the Federation would really go crazy."

"Not long ago, I was almost discovered by a mysterious expert wearing four-word battle armor. I only managed to evade his senses thanks to a concealment artifact. He was a four-word battle armor master I had never seen before."

The Demon Emperor roared, "A four-word Battle Armor Master? Where did the Sun Moon Federation get so many hidden powerhouses?!"

The Ghost Emperor bowed his head, drenched in sweat: "This subordinate was unaware; I beg the Demon Emperor's forgiveness!"

What he didn't say was that he vaguely sensed a similar aura to the Underworld Emperor's Undead Knight from the new four-word battle armor master, and the Federation could only send one person with such a strong presence, the titled Saint Venerable.

If we provoke him, the Holy Spirit Cult's meager resources will vanish in an instant. That guy would definitely dare to conduct a thorough search of the far north and capture and kill them all.

After thinking for a moment, the Ghost Emperor swallowed hard and said, "However, to make up the numbers right now, I believe there is another place that can meet the needs: the Star Luo Continent."

"Star Luo?" The Demon Emperor frowned.

"Yes, Xingluo." The Ghost Emperor repeated, a strange, unsettling smile appearing on his face beneath the skeletal ghost fire. "Don't we have an ally over there? We can negotiate terms with them again."

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