Douluo Dragon King: Doumu's Blessing, I Am the Star Lord

Even if everything goes smoothly, the soul has ultimately fallen into the hands of Qian Gu Xing Ci, and Zhang Ge Yang will surely harbor resentment.

Leng Yaozhu's journey to Xingluo is the last line of defense. If the situation changes, she will intervene to suppress Zhang Geyang and reclaim her position as the master of the Xingluo Spirit Pagoda.

The location of the Star Luo Spirit Pagoda is particularly special. Shrek City has Qian Gu Dongfeng himself in charge, and Mingdu is the capital of the Federation. No one with a brain would choose to overstep their bounds. It doesn't matter who the tower master is.

Only the Star Luo Continent must be held firmly in the hands of trusted confidants.

Qian Gu Xing Ci followed Leng Yao Zhu to her seat, and Zhang Ge Yang suppressed his smile and got down to business.

"To deal with Dai Tianling's actions, everything must be based on one issue. This Star Luo Emperor has proposed a marriage alliance with the Spirit Pagoda, and our choice will determine our future plans."

Leng Yaozhu leaned back in her chair, raising a slight brow at the corner of her eye: "Is His Majesty planning to expand his harem and set his sights on the Spirit Pagoda?"

Qian Gu Dong Feng chuckled on the screen: "That's not how it works. The marriage partner is Princess Xing Luo, and the chosen one is Xing Ci."

"How did this involve me?" Qian Gu Xing Ci pointed to himself.

Zhang Geyang added, "Dai Tianling is casting a wide net. He not only contacted us, but also expressed his intention to the Tang Sect. His target is the disciple of the Smiling Douluo."

"You know that person, Yan Ling, the Phoenix of Light." Qian Gu Dong Feng sent out the information again.

Qian Gu Xing Ci lowered his eyes in thought. The other party, who was concerned about the secret technique of the main body, was actually a disciple of the Smiling Douluo. He felt a light tap on the back of his hand, and turned to look at Leng Yao Zhu, his eyes filled with doubt.

Leng Yaozhu said softly, "It seems the key is whether you are willing to offer yourself or not. But it all depends on your wishes. If you are not willing, then you can refuse."

Qian Gu Dongfeng nodded on the screen, his tone amiable: "That's right, the clan respects your choice."

“Then let’s cancel it.” Qian Gu Xing Ci said without hesitation.

We firmly say no to marriages based on mutual benefit!

Zhang Geyang frowned slightly: "What reason will you give to refuse?"

"If you don't like it, just say so," Leng Yaozhu advised decisively.

“Even a clay Buddha has a temper. After all, he is the ruler of a country, and he still needs to save face. Xingci is engaged, so using that as a reason is most appropriate.” Qian Gu Dongfeng finally made the decision.

Zhang Geyang nodded and continued to analyze the situation: "Dai Tianling is a deep thinker. He is trying to win over both the Spirit Transmission Tower and the Tang Sect. If we refuse, he will strengthen his ties with the Tang Sect."

The final candidate for this marriage alliance is Long Yue, who possesses the Mountain Dragon King Martial Soul.

The princess possesses the Spirit Eye Martial Soul, the same as the first master of the Spirit Pagoda. Dai Tianling wants to use this connection to bind himself to the Tang Sect. Yan Ling's status in the Tang Sect is far less than Xing Ci's in the Spirit Pagoda, so we are his primary target.

"They have quite the appetite. With Xingluo's strength, they want to control two major forces at the same time." Leng Yaozhu rested her chin on her hand, crossed her long legs, and decisively concluded that Xingluo was like a toad trying to eat swan meat.

Poor Long Yue became a victim of the game, Dai Tianling's safest option.

“Judging from this, Princess Dai Yun’er must be quite shrewd to have inspired Dai Tianling to plot like this. She certainly doesn’t seem like a good match.” Leng Yaozhu affirmed Qian Gu Xing Ci’s choice.

The ancient east wind struck again, analyzing the pros and cons: "Hu Jie is cunning and calculating. He leaked the information, probably hoping we would refuse. In their situation, an alliance based on mutual interests makes marriage meaningless."

Then it will be a power struggle between them. The princess is looking for a husband, and it's impossible for someone from the Tang Clan who will at least become a hall master to marry into the family. Will someone back down, or will someone lose the power struggle?

One's position determines one's thinking; the power of pillow talk is unpredictable, and the person sent out by the losing side will, in a sense, become a hostage.

Since the Tang Clan wants to do it, they must be confident in their abilities, so let's give them the opportunity.

It still comes down to love outweighing country, which fits the stereotype.

Imagine if Yan Ling stayed in the Star Luo Palace, would the Tang Sect dare to trust her?

Xingluo threatened Yanling. Should the Tang Sect intervene or not?

How should the Tang Clan choose between reputation and safety?

Once Dai Yun'er goes to Douluo Continent, will she be able to come back?

Leng Yaozhu looked at Qian Guxingci and said gently, "This is just a marriage alliance caused by the court's calculations of interests."

True feelings aren't like that; don't take them to heart.

Qian Gu Dong Feng chuckled and said, "Yes, don't take it to heart. I was just making a malicious guess."

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The camera then shifts to the soul-making room beneath the Spirit Pagoda.

A figure, travel-worn and dusty, strode through the corridor and walked quickly to Muye.

Mu Ye handed a storage ring to Kong Ri: "Old Kong, this is your share."

The ring contained the brain and flesh of a demonic great white shark. Kong Ri used his spiritual power to probe the ring and confirmed it was genuine.

Makino was indignant. "What about trust between people? Answer me!"

"You still dare to talk about trust? You said you were digging a tunnel to pan for gold, and that you would lead me into the Confucius family's treasure vault. In the end, I was the one who took the blame and was punished."

Mu Ye scratched his head. "That was an accident. The Body Sect and your Kong family have an old feud. I was afraid of being recognized."

"You knew you had a grudge against them, so why did you still dare to go?"

Kong Ri glared at him. "Later, I was put in confinement by my family and forbidden from having any contact with you."

Muye raised an eyebrow, his tone teasing: "You're still seeing me now?"

Kong Ri snorted: "Ten thousand years can change a lot of things, and there are no truly stubborn old men in the family."

Mu Ye leaned closer, sniffing lightly, and noticed an unusual scent emanating from the other person. He had known Zhen Hua for many years and wouldn't mistake it; it was the smell of rare metal ore.

"You went mining?"

Kong Ri reached out and covered Mu Ye's mouth, lowering his voice: "We were mining in Douluo Continent, and we accidentally crossed the ocean, then followed the vein and accidentally dug into Star Luo Continent... Going through the mine is a bit slow..."

Makino's eyes widened: "You're smuggling?"

Kong Ri rolled his eyes: "Xingluo's restriction on the export of large quantities of metal is just a workaround."

"So, I have something on you."

Kong Ri retorted without hesitation: "Your mecha contains metals produced by Xingluo."

Makino's face stiffened: "Nonsense, I got the materials from Zhenhua."

"Blood copper is never exported. All blood copper in circulation passes through my hands," Kong Ri said with certainty.

Makino immediately waved his hand, pretending to be nonchalant: "I didn't see anything today. By the way, how could this kind of job be assigned to you? There were clearly more suitable people..."

A third leg emerged from behind Kong Ri, and a perfectly round metal sphere coalesced behind him, gradually transforming into a cannon barrel, shimmering with golden light.

"Three-legged Golden Toad! You actually possess twin martial souls?"

Kong Ri was stunned for a moment, then realized: "You guessed it on the ship?" He had always thought that Mu Ye got the information from the Spirit Pagoda.

Makino grinned: "Just guessing. But the three-legged toad is definitely a perfect fit for mining."

In this era where battle armor and mechs are prevalent, they have a unique advantage.

Blessed with the bloodline of a divine beast and possessing unparalleled control over metals, it holds an advantage in both soul tool crafting and metal forging. Legend has it that the prototype of the soul-guided cannon was created based on the innate abilities of the three-legged golden toad.

Ten thousand years ago, the Soul Masters not only took charge of mecha design, manufacturing, and maintenance, but some of them also served as forgers. At that time, forging was only at the level of 100-fold purification, with the highest level reaching the threshold of 1,000-fold purification.

The Three-Legged Golden Toad Martial Soul reaps all the benefits.

As far as Mu Ye knew, among the eight-star master craftsmen on the continent today, there was one who possessed the Three-Legged Golden Toad Martial Soul.

Kong Ri patted Mu Ye on the shoulder and said seriously, "Once you're out of this door, just pretend nothing happened."

The Douluo Continent is divided into three parts, and the barriers hinder the development of human civilization. The Star Luo often steals the Federation's technology.

They are heartless, and we simply cannot tolerate it any longer.

After saying that, Kong Ri turned around, took a step, and waved his hand: "I'm leaving."

Chapter 117 Filling the World's Flaws: Dai Yun'er Takes the Lead, the Child Has Grown Up

At dusk in Xingluo City, the setting sun scorches the clouds.

The cobblestone path still retained a faint warmth, and the wine flags hanging along the street swayed in the evening breeze. The Star Luo Empire revered strength and power, and the people's anticipation for the Soul Fighting Tournament far surpassed that of other places. The Grand Soul Fighting Arena was overflowing with people, and the shouts and cheers never subsided.

Qian Gu Xing Ci and Leng Yao Zhu walked side by side down the long street.

The young man was dressed in a black casual outfit, his purple hair was tied up with a simple jade hairpin, and his figure was gradually becoming taller and was gradually becoming the same height as Leng Yaozhu.

Leng Yaozhu, standing beside him, wore a plain white gauze dress, her long hair flowing freely, exuding a languid and gentle aura.

Qian Gu Xing Ci walked beside Leng Yao Zhu, carrying three or four brocade bags and paper packages, all of which were trinkets that Leng Yao Zhu had casually glanced at earlier.

The sight of two good-looking people, one adult and one child, naturally attracts a lot of attention, with some pedestrians even turning around to look back or following behind.

During the day, listening to Qian Gu Dongfeng explain the overall layout of the Star Luo Continent, the intricately linked plans allowed Qian Gu Xingci to experience a spiritual elevation.

To become the tower master, he must have some real skills. You should know that Qian Gu Die Ting has acknowledged that, in terms of martial soul talent alone, his youngest son is even stronger than him.

Don't underestimate the wisdom that can suppress such cultivation talent and prevent one from breaking through to the quasi-god level!

The stall owner was tending a small pot, simmering syrup. The golden-brown syrup stretched into thin strands on the stone slab, and with a few twists and turns of his wrist, he created lifelike birds and beasts.

Qian Gu Xing Ci pulled Leng Yao Zhu over and told the stall owner that she wanted a phoenix-shaped one.

A moment later, the stall owner handed over the finished sugar painting. Leng Yaozhu held the bamboo skewer, looking at the phoenix spreading its wings on it, the sugar threads shimmering in the setting sun.

She lowered her head and took a bite. The sweet taste melted in her mouth, mixed with the aroma of roasted malt—a rustic sweetness she hadn't tasted in a long time. For a Title Douluo, eating was mostly just a hobby.

As darkness fell, lanterns along the street began to light up one by one.

A series of rhythmic clanging sounds of armor came from ahead, and more than ten royal guards in black armor surrounded a young girl in a pale yellow palace dress as they approached.

The girl had delicate features and was none other than Princess Dai Yun'er of the Star Luo Empire. However, at this moment, her brows were furrowed and her face showed impatience.

The head of the guards bowed deeply, his voice filled with difficulty and respect: "Your Highness, His Majesty has issued several edicts ordering you to return to the palace immediately. If we delay any longer, we will have no way to explain ourselves to His Majesty."

"Father is such a hassle." Dai Yun'er waved her sleeve impatiently.

"Is this a common tactic for princesses to elope?" Qian Gu Xing Ci wondered. The image of a princess eloping is deeply etched in the minds of everyone who loves to hear stories.

Leng Yaozhu remained noncommittal, neither responding nor offering any comment.

Just then, Dai Yun'er's gaze happened to sweep over, and she immediately spotted a certain reader. As if she had grasped a perfect lifeline, her mind raced with ideas.

She abruptly stopped, turned around to face the guards behind her who were still trying to persuade her, her aura suddenly rising, but her voice growing softer: "The target is right in front of us. Can you bear the consequences if you miss this opportunity?"

The guards fell silent instantly, bowing and exchanging bewildered glances.

They were only following His Majesty's orders to urge the princess back to the palace, and now they were caught in a dilemma, with no one daring to step forward to stop her.

Seeing this, Dai Yun'er was secretly pleased. She raised her hand to straighten the hem of her palace dress, pretending to be discussing important matters seriously, and slowly approached Qian Gu Xing Ci without looking to the side.