Douluo: The Peerless Dragon Shakes the Universe.

Chapter 5 The Powerful Twin Martial Souls

Until a weathered voice pierced through the palace gates and reached the empty square.

"Come in."

Everyone's expression suddenly straightened, and the titled Douluo, including the Primordial Douluo, all bowed and clasped their hands in respect:

"Greetings, Supreme Elder!"

Although no one could see the figure, they all bowed in greeting.

"Let's all enter the hall."

"Yes..." The members of the Jiang family responded in unison.

Upon entering the hall, the Jiang family's children and grandchildren bowed once more.

The old man did not ask the Douluo to stand up, but instead calmly scanned from the left pillar to the right pillar.

After three years of seclusion, he discovered that apart from a handful of his descendants, none of them had made any progress in their cultivation, and his expression gradually became disappointed.

"You all need to work harder."

"The glory of the family lies with me, but also with you. I am old, but in the end, it still rests with you."

The Douluo quickly responded, "Elder, please do not worry, we understand."

Jiang Yundong sighed and shook his head, his gaze finally settling on the eldest grandson on his left.

The elderly man with white hair and a youthful face finally showed a slight smile.

"Shuo'er, come here to your grandfather."

"Let me see... Hmm? You've made much more progress than your uncles and elders."

The boy obediently stepped forward and stood next to the old man's golden dragon throne.

"Not bad, not bad, you've cultivated the True Essence Technique to the third level, which is better than your father. He was only at the first level at the same age."

The old man smiled with satisfaction, stroked his beard with one hand, and placed the other on his grandson's shoulder, murmuring praise.

The Douluo below the stage looked on with envy; they too had brought their juniors with them.

But none of them received such treatment.

Let alone getting close to the dragon throne, they don't even have the right to have their bones touched by the Supreme Elder.

The boys and girls of the same age as Jiang Shuo also showed extremely envious expressions, but they only dared to look up at the grandfather and granddaughter Yi Qing sitting above them, and did not dare to go forward.

"I heard that among the younger generation this year, only Shuo'er possesses innate full soul power?" The old man shifted his gaze, his eyes regaining their sternness as he looked down.

The Jiang family members, all of whom were in their fifties or even hundreds of years old, lowered their heads, not daring to meet the old man's gaze.

Finally, Yuanshi Douluo, as the sect leader, straightened his back and stepped forward, saying, "Father, this year the sect has one person with full innate soul power, one person with level nine innate soul power, and five people with level eight innate soul power..."

The more the old man listened, the more disappointed he became.

"Okay, that's enough."

"Everyone, go down. Leave Shuo'er here to keep me company."

Naturally, no one dared to disobey, and they all bowed and left the Taiji Hall.

The beautiful woman, Chen Yuan, glanced reluctantly at her son beside the dragon throne.

Suddenly, she felt a tap on her shoulder. When she looked up, she saw her husband.

"Don't worry, everything is getting better." Jiang Yuanshi smiled slightly, comforting his wife from an angle unseen by others.

"Hmm..." Chen Yuan nodded and stopped looking.

He turned and walked out.

The envy on the faces of the Douluo of the Taixu Sect was almost overflowing.

Being the eldest son and eldest grandson still has its advantages.

If the elders are like this, the younger generation is even more so; they don't understand scheming and intrigue.

But he clearly understood that his grandfather seemed to favor his eldest grandson more.

……

The wooden hall behind the closed door should have been somewhat dim due to lighting issues.

However, the Taiji Hall was quite the opposite; it was not dark at all, but rather very bright.

The Taixu Sect is a typical Soul Master sect, but unlike the noble classes of the three great empires, it does not reject Soul Guidance Devices.

Although the great descendants of the Great Void God still look down on Soul Masters, their things are just too useful!

Therefore, they turned a blind eye to the procurement by affiliated sects.

Even the Taiji Hall has been equipped with soul-guided lamps.

Jiang Yundong put his hands on his eldest grandson's shoulders, his smile very kind, "Quickly let Grandpa see your other dragon-shaped martial soul."

Jiang Shuo nodded, also having some expectations for his grandfather who had traveled the world for over three hundred years, hoping that he could gain some understanding of his other martial soul.

The boy stretched out his tender left hand, his five fingers slightly bent, and before his form appeared, his voice preceded his movements.

"hold head high!"

A high-pitched dragon roar suddenly resounded throughout the entire Taiji Hall.

The moment Jiang Yundong saw Changsun Zuoshou's martial soul, his previously slightly cloudy eyes suddenly cleared.

The hand gripping the boy's shoulders unconsciously tightened its hold.

"Grandpa, my shoulder is going to break..."

The boy's face contorted in pain, and he could only whisper a reminder.

"Hmm...did I hurt Xiao Shuo? Okay, okay, it's Grandpa's fault."

The old man quickly released his hands, his eyes narrowing as he smiled kindly.

He already knew what was going on.

The boy breathed a sigh of relief, stopped worrying about it, and quickly asked:

"Grandfather, do you recognize my second martial soul?"

After saying that, the boy looked at the knowledgeable Taixu Douluo with expectant eyes.

The old man did not answer immediately, but lowered his white hair and pondered for a moment.

"I know some things, but not all of them."

"According to records in ancient texts on the mainland, there is a level of lightning attribute among elemental martial souls, known as the ultimate."

"This level is extremely rare, and it won't happen once in a hundred or even a thousand years. Even your grandfather's Taixu Xuanlong Martial Soul, after a lifetime of hard work, has not reached the ultimate level of lightning."

"I never imagined you'd be born at the top; life is truly unpredictable..."

Jiang Yundong sighed softly. The result of his more than three hundred years of unfulfilled desire had finally appeared in his grandson.

Is it tragic or fortunate?

But in an instant, that bitterness turned into relief.

Jiang Shuo's heart was already pounding wildly. Good heavens!

Ultimate lightning?!

Wouldn't that become the most destructive element?

"Grandson, tell your grandfather, what is the name of your martial spirit?"

The boy's thoughts drifted away, and the old man's steady and resonant voice reached his ears once more.

After composing himself, Jiang Shuo said, "I call it the Nine Profound Golden Dragon, and the lightning attached to it I call the Nine Profound Golden Thunder."

"Nine Profound Golden Thunder... Not bad, not bad, quite imposing."

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"Hahaha, as expected of my grandson!"

Jiang Yundong suddenly stood up, stroked his beard, and laughed loudly, his voice reverberating throughout the entire hall.

After a moment, the old man turned his gaze back to the boy, his expression returning to solemnity.

"Grandson, remember, do not use this Golden Dragon Martial Soul for the time being, and do not let anyone know that you possess this Martial Soul."

"You know what?"

Jiang Shuo nodded repeatedly, "I understand, Grandpa."

Taixu Douluo felt a mix of melancholy and relief, and a strange thought arose in his mind.

A god appears once every thousand years in the Great Void, and now, judging by the days... it should be time. Could it be that it's not me, nor the Primordial Beginning, but...

……

The grandfather and grandson whispered to each other in the main hall for a while. Jiang Shuo took the opportunity to reveal his other martial soul and let his talented grandfather analyze it.

Taixu Douluo was once again astonished.

His expression was incredibly captivating.

He had thought that a lightning bolt of such extreme power, comparable to that of a dragon king, was already a great blessing upon the Jiang family.

Unexpectedly, there was another one?

"Silver Spear... Silver Spear..."

"This dragon pattern... it looks a bit like... the Silver Dragon King?"

The more Taixu Douluo thought about it, the more alarmed he became.

How did Changsun's body withstand two such powerful martial souls?

The Jiang family has produced deities, and more than one.

At certain moments, it is possible to connect with the world above.

The last member of the Jiang family to become a god likely had a particular fondness for passing on divine pronouncements, perhaps due to his personality.

In other words, they like to chat with younger people.

……

After a long silence.

The old man turned his gaze back to his eldest grandson.

"Grandson, do you know what this gun is for?"

Jiang Shuo nodded blankly, then shook his head.

"Perhaps... I have a slight sense of it."

"The Silver Spear is not as heavy and domineering as the Nine Profound Golden Dragon Martial Soul, but I feel that it will absorb my soul power. Moreover, I feel that it can absorb not only soul power, but also the elemental attributes in the Martial Soul."

……

Jiang Yundong's expression became complicated again.

It seems that's the case.

Heaven truly favors the Jiang family.

"Alright, put it away."

Jiang Shuo obediently did as instructed.

Jiang Yundong looked at his short eldest grandson, his gaze becoming increasingly kind and gentle.

Perhaps the affection she once showed him stemmed from the bloodline of being the eldest son and grandson.

But from now on, this will be his expectations of his successor.

"Go back and rest. Tomorrow, Grandpa will personally take you to hunt spirit beasts and obtain your first spirit ring."

Upon hearing this, the young man was overjoyed. Was he finally about to take his first step in this life?

"Okay! Thank you, Grandpa!"

Jiang Yundong waved his hand, "Go, get some rest. You don't need to worry about the rest. I'll talk to your father."

The boy nodded in agreement, bowed deeply, and slipped out of the main hall.

……

Watching his grandson's departing figure, the old man felt a mix of emotions.

There is the comfort of knowing that the family's glory can be continued and that there are successors, as well as the joy of knowing that the descendants are successful, especially the eldest grandson.

Finally, there was still a tiny bit of regret.

A god that appears only once every thousand years...

After sitting upright on the dragon throne for a while, the old man shook his head with a light laugh.

It's all just a dream, and we must eventually wake up.

After more than three hundred years of struggle, they can finally be freed.

(End of this chapter)