Douluo: The Holy Radiance of the Dragon King

In the Spirit Transmission Tower of Star Luo City, Angel Douluo Le Zheng'en sat in the lounge area where Leng Yaozhu had been, looking at his two grandchildren who came out of the Spirit Ascension Platform looking disheveled, his expression was very unpleasant.

"You two are both top geniuses of this generation in the family, how come you're so useless?"

Le Zhenglei lowered his head, not daring to look into his grandfather's stern eyes. "Grandpa, you know me. I really can't beat that woman."

Le Zhengyu lowered his head even further and said cautiously, "Grandpa, you know me. I am a Great Soul Master, but I only dare to passively fight alongside my cousin."

"You guys, you guys, sigh..."

After glancing at the Heavenly Saint Douluo and the other Spirit Pagoda members who were pretending to be dead, Le Zheng'en cursed and then swept the two of them up and left, instantly easing the tension in the Spirit Pagoda.

Xu Shengqun murmured, "The aura of the Limit Douluo is terrifying. Commander Yue is indeed strict in managing his family."

Yang Feng, now dressed in the uniform of a Spirit Tower staff member, whispered, "I think a large part of the reason why Commander Yue is so angry is that you told him about the Spirit Ascension Platform. Feng Zaixing's achievements are too strong, making his brothers seem useless."

"How could I possibly keep it a secret? The Spirit Pagoda has plenty of spies there."

Xu Shengqun replied irritably, "Feng Zaixing is a direct descendant of the War God Temple and has a close relationship with the Yu family; seeing that the Yu family is going to suppress the Le family for another hundred years, of course he's in a bad mood."

"It's not just him. Both Leng, the deputy tower master, and I are puzzled by how the Yu family has such good judgment. The master craftsman of yesteryear is now Feng Zaixing; he's about to become another future limit."

Yang Feng shrank back, but his mood was inexplicably pleasant. Losing to a genius valued by the Yu family was not shameful. He even had the compliment of "good attack power". Many people lost much worse than him.

"Feng Zaixing, the more powerful you become in your cultivation, the better. When you become a Limit Douluo, I'll brag to everyone that I once withstood one of your attacks and escaped unscathed. Perfect..."

……

The night sky was dazzling, but Le Zheng'en had no mood to appreciate it. He took his two grandsons all the way back to his office, closed the door, and unleashed a furious rage.

"Reflect on your performance today. I believe the glory of the Angel Family is about to be ruined by your generation!"

His gaze first fell on Le Zhenglei, who had been badly beaten by Yu Xin. Le Zhengen's eyes widened in disappointment.

"Let me start with Zheng Lei. The Yu family girl is wonderful in every way. I had considered discussing a marriage alliance with the Yu family when you were older, but now I'm too ashamed to even mention it. It's embarrassing, so embarrassing!"

Le Zheng Lei remained silent despite being thoroughly scolded. Only after Lei Ting had calmed down did he stammer, "A marriage alliance is indeed not good. Yu Xin is so fierce; if she really came to our house, she would devour us whole."

"If you're so capable, why are you worried about this? That just shows you're useless!"

Le Zheng'en was so angry that he launched into another tirade. Looking at Le Zhengyu trembling in the corner, and recalling the image of Feng Zaixing fighting against a crowd single-handedly, he became even more furious.

"And you, Zhengyu, don't use low soul power as an excuse. So what if you're a second-ring cultivator? Someone with a second-ring soul power overturned the entire Ascension Platform! They're much stronger than you unworthy people!"

The two brothers, Yue Zhengyu and Yue Wei, suddenly looked up, exchanged glances, and tentatively asked:

"That new prodigy today only has a second-tier city?"

"Is this real? That's terrifying..."

Le Zheng'en's face turned cold, and he said in a chilling tone, "Do you think I'd lie to you two good-for-nothing brats? Let me tell you, that man is none other than Feng Zaixing, the Divine Arrow who became famous yesterday for killing the Evil Soul Master! His long-range arrows never miss, and his close-quarters combat with his twin swords is fierce. Ordinary four-ringed warriors are nothing but chickens and dogs in front of him!"

"The geniuses of the Ascension Platform attacked him en masse, but he slew them all with his sword. He has already formed the aura of a king, and he also has a remarkable domineering spirit. I predict that, given time, he will definitely reach my level, and it is not impossible for him to surpass me now."

"The future will be even stronger than you? Grandpa, aren't you exaggerating a bit?"

Le Zheng Lei spoke in a low voice. It wasn't that he didn't believe it, but it was just that achieving the Limit Douluo level was not easy, let alone surpassing Le Zheng En.

Le Zhengyu nodded in agreement, holding the same view: the Second Ring Road was too far from the 99th level, and there were countless variables involved.

"Hmph, you two brats, don't disbelieve me. Let me tell you, the Heavenly Phoenix Douluo of the Spirit Pagoda was very tempted after discovering him, and went to Mingdu in person to try to take him as a disciple, but he failed."

Le Zheng'en's face turned cold, and he said with a look of disappointment, "Don't you idolize four-word battle armor masters? Let me tell you, although Feng Zaixing's teacher's cultivation is mediocre, he is still a genuine four-word battle armor master."

"Huh? Two four-word battle armor masters are fighting over him?"

Le Zhengyu exclaimed in shock. His grandfather's words were somewhat shocking to him. Every four-word battle armor master was a top-notch expert. It was unimaginable that they would fight over a genius.

Le Zheng Lei remained silent. He probably knew why his grandfather was so furious. He was at the peak of the third ring, but his combat power was not as good as that of a great soul master. No wonder his grandfather was so angry.

The original martial soul is terrifyingly powerful, even surpassing the Holy Angel.

Le Zheng'en's expression softened slightly, and he said in a deep voice, "It's not just two four-word battle armor masters. The War God Temple's Yue Tian Douluo and the Kong family's Sun Moon Douluo have all appeared there, all for his two senior and junior siblings."

"Although our family is not the best in the world, no one has received better resources than you. Just think about it, if you were to cultivate in the declining Body Sect, what level could you achieve?"

The two brothers, Yue Zhengyu and Yue Zhengyu, were stunned and speechless. Their grandfather had mentioned so many big names in the world of soul masters. They had no idea what kind of scene it was.

Seeing that the desired effect had been achieved, Le Zheng'en waved his hand wearily and said, "Starting today, you will spend three days a week training under Sima Jinchi. I will instruct him to train you properly."

"Sima Jinchi? Grandpa, aren't you afraid he'll ruin us?"

Upon hearing this name, Yue Zhengyu's face turned deathly pale, and Yue Zhenglei wasn't much better off.

Sima Jinchi is a crazy martial arts fanatic in the Southern Legion. Although he is only a seven-ring Soul Saint, some Soul Douluos are no match for him. He is a fearsome and formidable figure.

Moreover, he has no sense of restraint when it comes to violence. He is currently serving as the chief instructor of the recruit camp. Just two days ago, he beat a deputy division commander so badly that he ended up in the hospital. His training style is also extremely fierce.

Le Zhengyu felt that his life was probably in danger.

"Trained to a pulp? I see that Feng Zaixing's combat skills are outstanding. He must have experienced many real battles, even life-or-death battles. What I want is for Jin Chi to hone you all!"

"I don't ask you to catch up with Feng Zaixing, or to be left far behind by Yu Xin; that would be enough for me."

Le Zheng'en cursed, but his expression finally softened. He raised his hand and said, "Of course, if Jin Chi injures any officer again, I will allow you to leave."

Sima Jinchi frequently beats people into the hospital, and there's a constant stream of people filing complaints. If he's forced to change jobs, the Le brothers will naturally be free.

As he spoke, Le Zheng'en rubbed his temples. From Sima Jinchi to his grandson, none of them gave him any peace of mind. His elderly father was also getting on in years. There was truly no good news.

"Ring ring~"

At that moment, Le Zheng'en's soul communication device rang, sounding like heavenly music to the Le brothers' ears.

Le Zheng'en glanced at his two good-for-nothing grandsons, snorted, and answered the phone: "Didn't get the items, but Zhenhua bought some of the 'Ten Thousand Year Fruit' and sent some to us? Okay, I understand. Increase the orders to the Blacksmith Association by 20% this year, um... that's all..."

After ending the call, Le Zheng'en sighed again and said to the Le Zhengyu brothers, "You'd better watch yourselves."

As soon as he finished speaking, a golden light flashed around him, and he vanished into thin air.

The next moment, he appeared in front of the door of an underground secret room, his expression solemn and his face respectful.

"Father, how is your health? We have exhausted all our efforts to collect all kinds of rare and precious herbs to prolong your life."

An aged, ethereal voice echoed from the secret chamber: "Still the same, neither good nor bad, no need to worry too much."

"Father's health is always the most important thing for the family," Le Zheng'en said solemnly.

The old man in the secret room smiled and said, "Life and death are predestined, why say more? You didn't come to see me so late just for this, so just say what you want."

Le Zheng'en nodded and said softly, "Today, we discovered a peerless genius in the Spirit Pagoda. His swordplay exudes a kingly aura, and its spirit bears a slight resemblance to our Holy Sword."

"I was puzzled, so I checked his background and found that his mother was a distant relative of ours, and he and Zhengyu were of the same generation, but they shared the same ancestor by tracing back eight generations."

At this point, a hint of difficulty appeared on Le Zheng'en's resolute face, and he frowned, saying:

"He has the potential to reach your level, but he possesses a unique martial soul and background. My son wants to acknowledge his relatives but is hesitant. Father, what do you think we should do..."

With a loud bang, the door to the secret room swung open, a long gust of wind swept in, and a disheveled old man rushed out, grabbed Le Zheng'en, glared at him, and started cursing, spitting everywhere.

"Why hesitate with such a genius? When did you become so pedantic? Doesn't your family have any women of marriageable age? Can't you find a husband for yourselves? You youngsters are all so stupid!"