Douluo: Dragon King's Tai Chi Mystery

Chapter 81 Blame Heaven and Earth, Not You; Evil Soul Master Attacks; Zhao Xuanzhen: Tang Wulin is Here, Right? (4K)

Lingbing Square is located in the center of Shrek Academy's outer courtyard, with a constant stream of students coming and going, making it an excellent place for first-year students to make money.

One hundred and four people each displayed their unique abilities. Gu Yue and Ye Xinglan borrowed money through a semi-coercive method, Xu Xiaoyan found someone to act cute, and Xu Lizhi sold steamed buns... Lingbing Square was bustling with activity for a time.

When the senior students at Shrek Academy saw the freshmen using all sorts of tricks, they immediately realized, as the older students, that these juniors were taking their final exams.

As the saying goes, "Having been caught in the rain, one also wants to tear apart someone else's umbrella." The senior students puffed out their chests, casually strolling past the energetic first-year students, a satisfied smile on their faces.

At Zhao Xuanzhen's fortune-telling stall, his students, who recognized him, looked at the two imposing banners and jokingly remarked:

"Junior Zhao, are final exams here?"

"Um, senior, would you like to give me your support?"

"Hehe, I'm too late, class is starting!"

Zhao Xuanzhen was a legendary figure in Shrek Academy's outer courtyard. He entered the academy at the age of ten, set up a challenge, and forcefully climbed to the top of the list of young geniuses. Later, he led a team of seven first-year students to defeat the third-year students, making the first-year students the strongest class in the outer courtyard.

The once unattainable young emperor had fallen to this state, so these Shrek Academy students boldly approached him to joke around. Although they had no intention of spending any money, Zhao Xuanzhen was not annoyed and waited patiently for someone with a destined connection.

A graceful figure stepped into Lingbing Square. She was a young woman in her early twenties with long, wavy blonde hair, her curves accentuated by her dark green school uniform. Her appearance could be described as charming, but she couldn't compare to the girls around Zhao Xuanzhen. Her eyes were red-rimmed, as if she had just had a heart-wrenching cry.

Jiang Ting, a fourth-year student in the outer academy, possesses the martial spirit Golden Waist Flying Swallow. The most outstanding fourth-year students, Extreme Ice Tang Dong and Enchanting Fox Nangong Yao, have already been promoted to inner academy disciples. At this age, continuing to study in the outer academy makes it highly unlikely she will be admitted to the inner academy; she will simply be an ordinary outer academy graduate.

“Junior Brother Zhao…” Jiang Ting sobbed as she walked to the stall, asking expectantly, “Can you really tell fortunes?”

He is knowledgeable in everything, from astronomy and geography to ancient and modern mysteries and human diseases.

"I'll give it a try, but if it's inaccurate, the fortune teller will scold me!"

Jiang Ting extended her soft, white palm to Zhao Xuanzhen, pursed her red lips, and said, "Help me calculate my love life and marriage prospects."

Zhao Xuanzhen gently placed his hand on Jiang Ting's wrist, carefully examining the lines on her palm. Sometimes his brows furrowed, sometimes they relaxed, and he nodded frequently. The changes in his expression made Jiang Ting's heart pound wildly.

After a long pause, Zhao Xuanzhen looked up at Jiang Ting and said gently, "You are a slow-to-warm-up girl. Relationships need to develop gradually. You long for someone to understand your soul."

"Yes, yes, that's exactly who I am!"

Jiang Ting's beautiful eyes lit up. She was so lucky to have met a fortune teller!

"You are beautiful and easy-going on the outside, but persistent and strong on the inside. You would rather bear a lot of pain alone than confide in your family and friends."

You're easily swayed by emotions, and you tend to forgive others when they admit their mistakes. This kind nature has caused you emotional distress, most recently within the last 24 hours, and it hurt you deeply.

"Junior, you are truly the person who understands me best in the world!"

Jiang Ting was astonished, her eyes widening like pearls. Who would have thought that Zhao Xuanzhen, besides his terrifying fighting power, was also a fortune teller who could see through everything!

“My boyfriend is a fifth-year student, and lately he’s been going to those shady places…” Jiang Ting asked the master for guidance. “Last night I had a big fight with him, and he was extremely indifferent and didn’t care about my feelings at all.”

I want to break up, but I can't bear to give up the relationship we've built up over three years. Junior, could you tell me if we're really compatible...?

After inquiring about their birth dates and times, Zhao Xuanzhen calculated with his fingers and said calmly:

"He brings you bad luck, financial loss, and ruins your chances as a Soul Master."

"point!"

Jiang Ting's body trembled, and she broke up with him decisively. What three years of relationship? Soul Master luck is above all else! Without her ex-boyfriend holding her back, she would have already been admitted to Shrek Academy's Inner Court!

"Twenty thousand Federal Dollars, cash only, thank you for your patronage."

It's not too late to cut your losses. Jiang Ting was very fortunate to have met the master. She took out 20,000 Federal Coins from her storage soul tool and handed them to Zhao Xuanzhen without hesitation.

Upon receiving the first payment, Zhao Xuanzhen showed no smile. He silently pulled out a card engraved with pink rose patterns, which turned out to be a VIP annual card for the Rose Hotel, with room number 801 reserved.

"Senior, here's your card."

"No, it's your card now."

Jiang Ting smiled charmingly, swaying her slender waist as she gracefully left, her voice lingering in Zhao Xuanzhen's ears.

"If my ex-boyfriend were even half as kind as this junior, I'd accept it even if it meant I'd be cursed with bad luck as a Soul Master. I'll book this room until graduation; juniors are welcome to come and discuss the origins of life with me anytime!"

"..."

After a two-and-a-half-second pause, Zhao Xuanzhen ignited a flame in his palm, burning the Rose Hotel room key, because that was a separate price.

Starting with fourth-grade senior Jiang Ting, the Shrek Academy students began to seek divination with skepticism, and the fortune-telling stalls gradually became lively. Zhao Xuanzhen pointed out each one to the students:

"It's not your fault that the spirit forging failed. It's because there are backstabbers around you. Move your workstation, and I'll make sure everything goes smoothly for you."

"The accident in the battle armor manufacturing is not the senior's fault. There is something dirty in the dormitory. Clean it tonight, especially the southeast corner... You do it yourself. I'm not going to the girls' dormitory."

"Your senior is very capable, and doing your current task is a waste of your talents. You lack a good platform. Your Soul Master luck will come after the age of thirty, so you are a late bloomer."

"Although the senior usually acts maturely and steadily, occasional details reveal that there is actually a lonely boy inside who longs for someone to accompany him in private to enjoy childish and simple happiness."

Blame everything on the weather, the environment, and the air, but never on the clients who come to have their fortunes told.

With Chinese fortune-telling combined with the rhetoric that could supposedly bring out several of the same omens even if they were just plucking a dog's body, Shrek Academy students exclaimed that a god had descended to earth, frantically calling on their friends and family, and long queues formed in front of the fortune-telling stall.

Seeing the Shrek Academy students eagerly handing over money, Gu Yue and Ye Xinglan, standing to the side, twitched their eyes like Parkinson's patients, unable to imagine just how powerful Zhao Xuanzhen's persuasive skills were.

A keen understanding of the ways of the world is true knowledge, but mastery of human relationships makes one a fortune teller. This path actually requires high emotional intelligence and a certain level of reputation. The top fighter in Shrek Academy's outer court, number one on the list of young geniuses, and a core disciple of the Spirit Pagoda—this kind of person comes out to tell fortunes, and for only 20,000 Federal Credits, which translates to a mere 200 contribution points.

The young masters and ladies of Shrek don't lack money; they just want to provide emotional support by catering to their desires.

"The last one."

Having saved enough for the journey, Zhao Xuanzhen decided to do one more job before setting off. Upon hearing this, the Shrek Academy students at the back of the group shook their heads with regret and dispersed. Then, sitting on a low stone bench, Zhao Xuanzhen saw a pair of exceptionally well-proportioned legs.

"Zhao Xuanzhen, do you judge people by their legs first?"

A clear, melodious female voice rang out. Zhao Xuanzhen recognized the girl in front of him instantly by her leg, and without even looking up, he joked:

"I should have looked at her face first, but she didn't look at me, so I kept looking at her legs."

"A cunning villain, always wanting more than he has!"

"I can also carry my bowl and eat anywhere."

"Pooh!"

The girl spat lightly, and Zhao Xuanzhen stood up and looked over. His vision was immediately filled with a stunningly beautiful face, with silver hair and silver eyes, bright and dazzling.

After placing her finger under her eyelids, sticking out her tongue and making a face, Na'er turned her head away disdainfully, casually tossing a gold card to her.

"I've given you all my allowance!"

"Have a safe journey, Zhao Xuanzhen, the master swindler!"

……

Shrek City, Soul Guidance Train Station.

Zhao Xuanzhen bought a ticket and boarded the Soul Guidance Train, sitting by the window and quietly waiting for the train to start.

Last night, Zhao Xuanzhen casually mentioned Shrek Academy's crazy final exam rules, and Na'er actually made a special trip, even taking out her savings accumulated over the years. At this moment, Zhao Xuanzhen felt warm inside.

That said, the silver-haired girl's move was unexpectedly effective. Gu Yue immediately turned into a grumpy little dog, her pretty face so dark it seemed to drip water. Seeing this, Na'er became even more smug, transforming into a sullen little cat and casting a provocative glance.

The two Silver Dragon Kings faced each other at an imminent clash, their gazes like two mental-type soul skills colliding fiercely, sparks barely visible flying. Ye Xinglan, on the other hand, wore an expression of profound understanding: only by taking the initiative could one achieve success!

Zhao Xuanzhen had a pre-planned route in his mind: from Shrek City to Mingdu, the best first transit point was Tiandou City.

Upon arriving in Tiandou City, Zhao Xuanzhen will head straight to the headquarters of the Forging Masters Association. The original form Douluo Mu Ye had been clamoring for a test of his original form secret techniques and mecha manufacturing skills some time ago.

Originally, Mu Ye would come to Shrek City about once a month to guide Zhao Xuanzhen. Mu Ye was not one to hide his identity, so he stood openly at the entrance of Shrek City and was immediately caught by the Bai sisters who were there to take Xuan Gu Na home. They then reported this to their superior, Tianfeng Douluo Leng Yaozhu.

Leng Yaozhu warmly invited Mu Ye to the Spirit Pagoda for a chat. Mu Ye then spent an afternoon feeling extremely uneasy, and for three months he didn't dare to go to Shrek City to flirt with Zhao Xuanzhen. He only sent a message through his soul communication device, telling Zhao Xuanzhen to come to the Blacksmith Association when he had time, and to remember to avoid Leng Yaozhu.

The final exams presented a perfect opportunity: I not only met Makino, but I could also be the first lucky student selected from the Blacksmith Association.

The train slowly started moving, heading towards Tiandou City, a journey of about three hours.

There weren't many passengers in this carriage, and no one was sitting next to him. Zhao Xuanzhen closed his eyes and entered a state of rest. After a while, his spiritual power sensed a pair of somewhat intense eyes.

Zhao Xuanzhen opened his eyes a crack and saw a mature woman in a train conductor's uniform, her voluptuous face beaming with smiles.

"Hello Zhao Xuanzhen, do you remember me?"

"Miss Mo Lan..."

The train conductor was none other than Mo Lan, the daughter of the governor of Tian Dou City. Four years had passed in a flash, and Mo Lan had been promoted from an ordinary train attendant to a train conductor. She was calm and composed, heroic and dashing, and quite dignified.

"I found your identity information in the passenger list, so I came here specifically to see you," Mo Lan said with a smile. "Thanks to your help last time, the Soul Guidance Train was able to escape danger."

The Federation is giving you special treatment: free rides on the Soul-Guided Train and unlimited boxed meals. Why are you still buying a ticket?

Zhao Xuanzhen smiled, the reason being obvious.

A true man of the Spirit Pagoda has a sense of shame!

"Miss Mo Lan, would it be convenient for you to check on someone named Tang Wulin? Did he also ride this Soul Guidance Train?"

Zhao Xuanzhen suddenly remembered something and fantasized about steaming it.

"Tang Wulin... is here!" Mo Lan was slightly surprised. "He was also the hero who dealt with the evil soul master last time. Are you friends? Should I talk to Tang Wulin, the soul master?"

"no need……"

It’s ruined, all ruined!

Zhao Xuanzhen waved his hand helplessly, looking utterly hopeless. With the Soul Guidance Train, Tang Wulin, and Mo Lan all gathered, it was obvious who would take the stage next!

The next second, a jumble of noise came over the Soul Guidance Train's loudspeaker, followed by a sinister male voice: "Train Conductor Mo Lan, come to carriage number seven immediately, or I will kill all the ordinary people on this train."

The dark blue soul-guided communicator followed closely behind, and the train conductor said urgently: "Train conductor, carriage number seven has been attacked by an evil soul master. There is only one evil soul master, whose strength is a sixth-ring Soul Emperor!"

A brave third-ring Soul Master passenger stepped forward and engaged him in a fierce battle, requesting backup from the security team!

After the announcement, the Soul Guidance Train instantly descended into chaos. Due to the recent terrorist attacks, the passengers were even more panicked. Upon hearing that the incident occurred in carriage number seven, they all fled in opposite directions.

"You seem to always encounter evil spirit masters," Zhao Xuanzhen said meaningfully.

Mo Lan looked somber. Mo Wu didn't actually want his daughter to be a train conductor, but she insisted on continuing. Firstly, to serve the people of the mainland, and secondly, if the daughter of a high-ranking official sought personal gain, her political enemies would have a reason to attack her father.

The Evil Soul Emperor was far beyond the capabilities of the Soul Guidance Train security team, but Mo Lan had no choice. She called for the security team to assemble, took out a Soul Guidance Pistol, and charged towards carriage number seven against the direction of the frightened passengers.

Armed security guards gathered together, using the carriage as cover, and attacked the Evil Soul Emperor with soul-guided ray guns.

The evil soul emperor was thin and dressed in gray. His left hand transformed into a bone shield to easily block the soul guide ray, while a bone spur more than a foot long emerged from the index finger of his right hand, passing through Tang Wulin's shoulder and lifting him into the air!

With Tang Wulin holding the line, the passengers in carriage number seven were able to escape the scene. However, Tang Wulin, a Soul Master at the third ring level, and the train security team were no match for the Evil Soul Emperor. The situation was extremely precarious!

"boom--"

The Evil Soul Emperor flung Tang Wulin away, and the security team rushed forward to catch him.

Severely injured, Tang Wulin's face was as pale as paper. Just as he was about to go up and fight again, a clear and melodious voice rang out behind him.

"Can an evil spirit master be considered a candidate for the exam?"

“Kill him, and I'll give you two. Record the whole thing and report it to the academy, and you'll get an extra reward.”

Tang Wulin turned around in surprise and saw Zhao Xuanzhen's figure, which gave him an overwhelming sense of security. The latter was also a familiar person; the homeroom teacher, Shen Yi, was the teacher who secretly followed Zhao Xuanzhen.

"Two? That's a great deal."

"Miss Mo Lan, may I borrow your soul-guided communicator?"

Mo Lan subconsciously handed over the soul-guided communicator. Zhao Xuanzhen switched it to recording mode, pointed it at the ferocious Evil Soul Emperor, and revealed a perfect smile showing eight teeth:

"Evil Soul Master's cell, recording begins now, say 'cheese'..."

Chapter 82 Five Pieces of Tai Chi Battle Armor, Instantly Killing the Evil Soul Emperor, Body Secret Techniques and Mecha Manufacturing (4K)

"court death!"

Evil Soul Masters are synonymous with fear and calamity; the Evil Soul Emperor has never been so insulted!

Six soul rings—two yellow, two purple, and two black—rose up, and the Evil Soul Emperor's body exploded with ghostly green flames. His hands transformed into large, ferocious bone claws, with long, spear-like bone spurs extending from his fingertips.

The seventh carriage emanated a chilling aura from the seeping, eerie green will-o'-the-wisps. Ferocious bone claws scraped across the ground, causing wisps of blue smoke to rise from the corroded surface.

Just as Tang Wulin, Mo Lan, the train security team, and everyone else thought this guy was about to launch an attack, the Evil Soul Emperor suddenly raised his head, a scarlet blood line splitting open between his forehead, and his powerful spiritual energy condensed into a materialized sharp cone that pierced straight into Zhao Xuanzhen's brow, causing thousands of wronged souls to scream in agony!

"puff--"

A muffled groan rang out, but it didn't come from Zhao Xuanzhen; it came from the Evil Soul Emperor.

Evil Soul Masters have no martial ethics whatsoever; despicable and shameless are words of praise in their eyes. The Evil Soul Emperor deliberately misled himself into being a melee fighter, and then suddenly launched a mental attack, aiming to kill him in one blow!