Douluo Dragon King: The Calamity of the Dead, Reviving Qian Renxue

A few days later, Shrek City.

When the special plane landed at the military airport on the outskirts of the city, Luoyang saw this legendary city for the first time through the porthole.

This is a city that lives in the gap between history and reality.

Ancient bluestone streets coexist with holographic GG signs, and a hundred-meter-high Soul Guidance Building stands next to traditional buildings with flying eaves and brackets.

Wandering through the streets and alleys, you'll see elderly people leisurely strolling with their soul beast cubs, as well as patrol teams piloting mechs.

The green Shrek monster symbol was clearly visible on the chest of the mecha.

"Shrek Self-Defense Force." Blood Eight pointed to a fleet of black mechs passing by outside the window. "A force of 100,000, all of them at least Soul King level. That's the source of Shrek's confidence to challenge the Federation."

Luo Yang nodded, but his gaze was somewhat cold.

In the original story, when the god-killing soul-guided cannonball fell a few years later, this "confidence" failed to protect the city.

Millions of lives were lost, and glory was reduced to ashes.

"He brought this on himself," he said softly.

Xue Ba turned his head to look at him: "What did you say?"

"It's nothing." Luo Yang looked away. "I just think... it's quite hypocritical to have such an independent armed force and yet keep shouting about neutrality and non-interference in politics."

Despite being called a self-defense force, it is clearly an elite legion capable of overthrowing small countries.

Not to mention how many members of the Federal Assembly are alumni of Shrek Academy and are influenced by it openly or covertly. In the minds of many ordinary people, Shrek Academy's prestige is even higher than that of the Federation.

Such a behemoth, which stands above the national system, is a thorn in the side that must be removed from any perspective.

Xue Ba was silent for a moment, then sighed: "It's fine to say these things within the Legion. But be careful what you say in Shrek territory."

As the car entered the city center, the silhouette of the Spirit Pagoda gradually became clear.

It was a truly colossal tower.

The platinum tower pierces the sky, seemingly bathed in divine light under the afternoon sun. Its base covers an area of ​​** square kilometers, and every hundred meters along the tower, there is a circular platform on which defensive soul-guided devices are deployed.

The spire was so high that it disappeared into the clouds, with only faint ripples of soul power visible at its tip.

"It really brings back memories." Xue Ba looked up at the giant tower, a rare hint of reminiscence appearing on her cold and beautiful face. "I used to come here a lot to challenge the Spirit Ascension Platform to hone my combat skills and earn contribution points to exchange for resources."

Luoyang was also shocked.

This is the wealthiest organization on the mainland, bar none. It monopolizes the business of creating and selling souls, and its wealth is probably equivalent to several hundred Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Schools at their peak.

After all, Soul Masters are the cornerstone of the continent, and the Spirit Pagoda has long been spread throughout the land, extending to every corner where Soul Masters exist.

The Soul Spirit System created by Huo Yuhao and Electrolux did indeed benefit future generations, but it also gave rise to such a behemoth...

Luo Yang was filled with emotion.

I wonder if Electrox would be pleased or disappointed if he saw the Spirit Tower today?

He increasingly looked forward to accumulating enough "necromantic power" to resurrect the necromancer.

Due to a plot device, Electrolux died prematurely, leaving Huo Yuhao with an incomplete legacy.

If he could be brought back to the world, it would be an immeasurable help in both necromancy and other aspects.

As they pondered this, the two walked toward the main gate of the Spirit Pagoda.

"Where did this country bumpkin come from? Don't get in the way at the entrance of the Spirit Pagoda!"

But at that moment, a piercing sound interrupted my thoughts.

A middle-aged man with a hooked nose, dressed in the uniform of the Spirit Pagoda, stood in front of the door, looking at the two of them with eyes that looked at trash.

These words drew sidelong glances from some people nearby.

To be fair, Luoyang and Xueba were wearing standard military uniforms, which made them stand out from their surroundings, while Xi'an was nowhere near "beggars".

This middle-aged man is either looking down on people or simply in a bad mood and taking it out on others.

Luo Yang frowned slightly.

Even a gatekeeper at the Spirit Pagoda feels superior, which speaks volumes about the prevailing atmosphere.

Blood Eight's beautiful eyes instantly turned cold.

She, the Blood Goddess, fought valiantly on the front lines of the Abyss, protecting everything, including these people, yet she has been so humiliated.

But before she could react, a clear, cold female voice came from inside the tower:

"When did it become your place to criticize the guests I invited?"

The sound of high heels clicking on the marble floor was crisp and rhythmic.

The crowd automatically separated.

A long, fiery red dress immediately catches the eye.

Then there were her long, slender legs, her slim waist, and her flowing, wine-red hair.

When the face was fully revealed, gasps of surprise filled the air.

Leng Yaozhu.

Deputy Tower Master of the Spirit Pagoda, Heavenly Phoenix Douluo.

The red dress exuded an overwhelming sense of oppression, especially when those crimson eyes swept over her; the air temperature seemed to drop several degrees.

The master of the Heavenly Phoenix Tower?!

The man with the hooked nose turned deathly pale instantly.

"Your Majesty, I...I didn't know this was your guest..."

"Now you know?" Leng Yaozhu's voice was very soft, but it scraped against the man's eardrum like a knife.

"Understood! Understood!" The man nodded frantically, then turned and bowed deeply to Luo Yang and Xue at an eighty- or ninety-degree angle. "My two distinguished guests, I was so blind! I was utterly ignorant! You two are so magnanimous—"

His initial arrogance followed by obsequiousness is laughable.

Luo Yang remained expressionless.

"If an apology were useful..." Blood Eight sneered.

"It's my fault! I really know I was wrong!" The middle-aged man's legs went weak, and he almost knelt down.

"Take him to process his resignation." Leng Yaozhu interrupted him and said to the blue-eyed twins who followed behind her, "Permanently blacklist the Spirit Pagoda and all its partner companies."

"Yes," Bai Haoze replied.

Upon hearing this, the middle-aged man collapsed to the ground, his face ashen.

Being permanently banned from the Spirit Tower system in Shrek City is practically equivalent to ruining most of one's future.

Bai Haoze gestured to two security guards to drag him away, while he himself kept his distance, clearly finding it dirty.

After dealing with this interlude, when Leng Yaozhu turned to the two people in Luoyang, the frost on her face turned into apology.

"I apologize for making you both laugh."

Xue Ba frowned: "Lord of the Heavenly Phoenix Tower, I don't want to see this happen a second time. Otherwise, the legion won't feel comfortable entrusting Luoyang to you."

"I promise," Leng Yaozhu said solemnly, then her gaze fell on Luo Yang.

In that instant, Luo Yang sensed a change in her gaze.

That wasn't the way you look at a stranger's child; it was as if you were looking through him at someone else, with a sense of longing, sadness, and a hint of barely perceptible guilt.

"You are Luoyang," she said softly, then made a move that surprised everyone.

She knelt down, opened her arms, and embraced Luoyang.

It's very light, but very tight.

Luo Yang froze.

It wasn't because of the hug, but because of the aura emanating from Leng Yaozhu.

It was a very special smell, a mixture of faint incense and the scorching sensation of flames burning the air.

And the heat from her body seeped through the thin fabric, it was incredibly hot.

"Your eyes..." Leng Yaozhu released him, cupped his face in her hands, and stared intently with her crimson eyes, "They look exactly like your mother's. For a moment just now, I thought she had come back."

Luoyang didn't know what to say.

Leng Yaozhu does have a relationship with his parents. However, the extent of that relationship is unclear.

"From now on, you can live here in peace." Leng Yaozhu stood up, took his hand, and said, "Just call me Aunt Leng."

"Aunt Leng," Luo Yang called out obediently.

Leng Yaozhu smiled.

The coldness in her crimson eyes melted completely into a gentle warmth.

"Good boy." She ruffled his hair again before looking at Xue Ba. "Xue Ba, thank you for your hard work escorting me all the way."

Xue Ba shook his head, but his gaze remained fixed on the hand that Leng Yaozhu was holding Luo Yang's hand.

I feel a little sad.

It's like growing your own cabbage for six years until it's finally plump and healthy, only to have to hand it over to someone else, pot and all.

Even though I know it's for the good of the cabbage, I still... feel uncomfortable.

"Let's go inside first, don't stand at the door." Leng Yaozhu took Luo Yang's hand and smiled at Xue Ba, gesturing, "I've arranged everything."

The three entered the Spirit Pagoda.