Douluo: Dragon King's Divine Elegy

Chapter 106 It is said that Huo Yuhao, the Ice Douluo, once put that thing on Xu Tianran.

In the other semi-final, the contestants came from the Temple of War and the Tang Clan respectively. The two were evenly matched, and both were injured in the process, but the contestant from the Temple of War made it to the final with difficulty.

Even with healing from a Soul Master, the injury makes it difficult for Yuanen Yehui to unleash her peak strength in the junior group individual finals tomorrow morning, which is advantageous for her.

Similarly, this is also good news for Ye Xinglan, who is vying for third place.

The audience left reluctantly, while the youth group individual competition was about to begin at the Sun Moon Royal Soul Master Academy that afternoon.

The lottery ceremony started ahead of schedule.

Nan Liujing, Xiao Pojun, Long Tianwu, and Xu Zihuang stood side by side.

The Dean of the Sun and Moon Royal Soul Master Academy personally presided over the lottery ceremony.

Nan Liujing was assigned to be the first to draw a ball. Under the watchful eyes of everyone, he took out a ball and handed it to the dean.

The dean picked it up and immediately announced, "Nan Liujing, number one."

For a moment, the expressions of Xu Zihuang and the other two changed.

Soon it was Xu Zihuang's turn to draw lots. He stepped forward expressionlessly, took out a lot, and handed it to the dean.

"Xu Zihuang, draw number two."

Upon hearing this, a hint of regret flashed in Xu Zihuang's eyes, while Xiao Pojun and Long Tianwu's eyes lit up instantly.

"Long Tianwu, draw number two."

Quickly, Long Tianwu's draw result was revealed as the third person to be drawn.

Long Tianwu's face darkened immediately upon not winning the grand prize, while Xiao Pojun, who didn't need to draw lots, was all smiles.

He raised an eyebrow at his buddy, as if to say, "Hey, Tianduan Metal, let me get the smell for you first."

"屮!"

Long Tianwu just wanted to punch him in the face.

"The draw is over. The semifinals will begin at 2 PM. You all have plenty of time to adjust your mindset. You may all leave now." The dean announced, and everyone who participated in the draw ceremony dispersed.

Nan Liujing VS Xiao Pojun.

Xu Zihuang VS Long Tianwu.

The results were quickly announced on the official website, immediately sparking widespread discussion and generating significantly more buzz than the junior group.

Taking advantage of the buzz, a netizen from Mingdu started a poll, asking others to vote for their favorite candidate. This attracted countless participants.

Surprisingly, because the voting was limited to locals of Mingdu, Xu Zihuang outperformed the renowned Nan Liujing, winning the top spot with an almost overwhelming advantage.

"Xu Zihuang's vote count is a bit outrageous. Logically speaking, since people in Chengdu hate Shrek Academy so much, and Nan Liujing slapped Shrek Academy in the face, he should be the one with the most votes."

In a rest room at the Arena, Xiao Pojun held his phone and said with a face full of dissatisfaction.

Xu Junlan glanced at him and said indifferently, "Nan Liujing is still young after all. Although he forced Shrek Academy to apologize at the Tianhai Alliance Tournament, causing quite a stir, he is still just a young man. Do you really think that a teenager can really overthrow Shrek Academy, which has stood for 20,000 years?"

“Xu Zihuang is different. His martial spirit corresponds to that of the great emperor Xu Tianran. You know how much the people of Mingdu admire this emperor who laid the foundation for unification.”

"By the way, Sister Xu, you're a member of the royal family of the old Sun Moon Empire, you should know some historical secrets." Long Tianwu rubbed his hands like a fly, curiously interjecting, "I've read some unofficial histories that Xu Tianran was cuckolded, and his son Xu Yunhan is actually the offspring of the Spirit Ice Douluo Huo Yuhao, is that true or not?"

Xu Junlan stared straight at him. "You know I'm a member of the royal family of the old Sun Moon Empire. Do you think it's polite for me to ask you if my ancestors were ever cuckolded?"

Long Tianwu was taken aback for a moment, then said awkwardly, "It seems that it's not very polite."

puff.

Xiao Pojun couldn't help but laugh.

Xu Junlan glanced at him, and he instantly became quiet, sitting up straight like a good boy.

With a cold snort, Xu Junlan finally got down to business: "Old Xiao, how do you plan to win over Nan Liujing?"

Xiao Pojun chuckled and said, "I have a brilliant plan."

"You deserve to die!" Long Tianwu cursed. "I wish you a long life of a hundred years."

"Who are you calling names?" Xiao Pojun stood up and threw a punch. He was a genius with the potential to become a Super Douluo, and he was sure he would live to be two hundred years old.

The two brothers quickly started fighting. Xu Junlan covered her forehead, feeling a headache coming on.

There are no men, they're all just boys who never grow up.

In another lounge.

Wu Sidu and Yuan Enyehui were surfing the internet. Wasn't the competition almost over? The adult group's seven-on-seven competition was about to begin, and the official team had already started promoting it.

The battle was set up on a man-made battlefield outside the city of Mingdu.

As seen in the official images, it is a rugged canyon with a vast area, large enough to accommodate this group of Soul Emperors and Soul Saints causing chaos.

The two 'wealthy' girls gathered together, while Nan Liujing pulled Ye Xinglan to the corridor outside the lounge.

From here, you can enjoy a panoramic view of the bustling city outside the stadium, and also see some spectators who have driven there early.

"Can we get third place?" Nan Liujing leaned against the railing, his gentle eyes falling on the girl with a high ponytail beside him.

Ye Xinglan tilted her head slightly to face the wind, her exquisite features appearing radiant and fair. Her expression was calm, and her voice was clear and crisp as she said, "When my competitor wasn't injured, I had a 70% chance of winning. As for now," she turned to look at Nan Liujing, her eyes gleaming with confidence, "it's a piece of cake!"

"No one who makes it this far is simple. Don't make a mistake," Nan Liujing warned.

"I have a scale in my heart." Ye Xinglan thought to herself, "Can't you just praise me? You have no sense of romance at all."

Nan Liujing looked at her and said, "I have prepared a document on the cultivation of intent, which incorporates my summary of the cultivation of staff intent. Although sword intent and staff intent are different, they lead to the same goal, so it is fine to use it as a reference. Oh, by the way, I have also compiled some of the advantages and disadvantages of your use of sword intent based on your combat experience in the competitions you have participated in recently. Remember to take a look at it later."

"There are quite a few words, so don't be lazy."

Ye Xinglan was stunned. "You prepared this especially for me?"

"Otherwise what? It's only you. I'm too lazy to waste time summarizing the others." Nan Liujing waved his phone. "You can take a look first."

Ye Xinglan quickly took out her phone, opened the file, and various insights on cultivating artistic conception were presented to her in an exquisitely arranged manner.

"Sharp but not impetuous, swift but not chaotic, gentle but not stagnant, and able to control its strengths and weaknesses at will!"

Ye Xinglan subconsciously read out these four-character mantras.

Her eyes lit up slightly, and she quickly continued reading. Each four-character mantra had an explanation after it, so it was as if she was being fed the food.

“The biggest problem with you using a sword now is that your mindset isn’t as stable anymore. Can you tell me why?” Nan Liujing asked in a deep voice.

Ye Xinglan asked in surprise, "You could even tell that?"

"Your favorite color, your favorite food, and the things you like about me, which of my..." Nan Liujing was speaking very enthusiastically, then realized something and suddenly stopped.

He looked closely, and Ye Xinglan stomped her foot in embarrassment and anger: "What nonsense are you talking about? I don't like you at all!"

"Yes, yes, I misspoke."

Nan Liujing coughed lightly, quickly steer the conversation back to the main topic:
“Every time you draw your sword, although the blade is powerful, it always carries a sense of restlessness, as if you are chasing something. It is this stubborn mentality that makes your sword intent full of flaws. Yuan En was able to unleash that final move today because he had anticipated the changes in your sword intent.”

"If you conceal your strength and plan carefully, even if Yuanen wins, he will most likely suffer significant injuries."

"Tell me, what happened?" Ye Xinglan's heart was slightly flustered. She pursed her lips and said with a dim look in her eyes, "When we were kids, you and I sparred. In terms of the use of martial spirits alone, I could beat you to a pulp."

"Hey!" Nan Liujing exclaimed anxiously, "How can you talk like that? That's called a 50/50 split!"

Ye Xinglan was amused, but soon sighed and said wistfully, "Now that you're getting stronger and stronger, it feels like I can hardly see you anymore."

"Then I'll just move closer to you."

Nan Liujing suddenly lowered his head and, catching Ye Xinglan off guard, pressed his forehead against hers.

The two were so close that they could hear each other's breaths, their azure and dark blue eyes reflecting each other's faces.

A warm breeze swept through the corridor, carrying the scents of the two people together.

“I see myself in your eyes, can’t I see it?” Nan Liujing said with a smile.

Ye Xinglan's breathing quickened, her pretty face flushed, and her eyes darted away as she said, "That's not what I meant."

"I understand, you mean it's not close enough, right?" Nan Liujing reached out and gently embraced the girl's slender waist as her delicate body trembled slightly. "Is this close enough?"

He could already smell the girl's delicate and natural fragrance.

Ye Xinglan's body froze instantly, and a gentle voice rang in her ears.

"Silly girl, if I walk fast, I can protect you sooner, right?"

These words were like a soul-crushing blow. Ye Xinglan had never experienced such an intense attack before. She subconsciously pushed Nan Liujing away and turned around, her delicate ears already burning red.

His chest heaved with pride at his modest achievements.

Is this considered a confession?
The girl's heart was gently stirred, and her rhythm was disrupted.

Nan Liujing smiled at her retreating figure and said, "It's about time to go back to the rest room. You need to get some rest, otherwise how will you cheer me on later?"

Upon hearing this, Ye Xinglan smiled faintly, as if all the gloom buried in her heart had been swept away.

She turned around, intending to say haughtily that she wouldn't cheer for her, but suddenly saw a tall, voluptuous, fiery red figure appear beside Nan Liujing.

The woman was mature and charming, with stunningly beautiful features and a perfectly curvaceous figure. At this moment, a meaningful smile was curving her full lips.

"Aunt Leng," Ye Xinglan exclaimed in surprise.

"Teacher! What brings you here?" Nan Liujing was also surprised by this unexpected visit.

Leng Yaozhu touched her beloved disciple's brow with her slender, white fingers, her wine-red eyes filled with tenderness, and said, "Your teacher is here to see you win the championship."

"Are you confident?"

Her words were exactly the same as what Nan Liujing had just asked Ye Xinglan.

Nan Liujing smiled and said, "Yes."

Leng Yaozhu smiled and said, "Teacher, we'll wait and see."

……

Within the deep soul space, this place belongs to the sixtieth floor of the Heavenly Spirit Tower.

"You actually thought of meeting me here?" The Ghost Emperor Ax scrutinized a soul not far away, from which a faint blood-red light appeared.

It was none other than Cai Yue'er, who had studied at the Spirit Pagoda for three years.

Qian Gu Dongfeng stood with his hands behind his back, expressionless, and said, "At most, we can get one God-Slaying level fixed-mount soul-guided cannon shell, five level nine fixed-mount soul-guided cannon shells, and twenty level eight shells."

"Those who understand the times are wise; that's the answer I want to hear," Yax said with a faint smile. "But this number is probably not enough to destroy Shrek Academy."

Qian Gu Dongfeng said in a deep voice, "You should be aware of Yun Ming's recent methods. He is trying to ease relations with the Federation, which has made many high-ranking Federation officials who supported the destruction of Shrek Academy back down."

“Some of these people don’t have any dirt on them that you can get, and Yan Baichuan and I don’t intend to involve them either.”

"One Godslayer-level weapon is the limit we can get. If the Sea God Legion hadn't been nearly wiped out and the Federation military's top brass hadn't focused their attention on it, we wouldn't have been able to get even one."

The Ghost Emperor's eyes shifted as he asked, "You summoned me to this soul space, so you must have your own plans. Let me guess, you probably intend to use Cai Yue'er to detonate the God-Slaying Cannonball directly inside Shrek Academy."

A ripple appeared deep in Qian Gu Dongfeng's eyes. He did not deny it: "This is the only way to maximize the power of the God-Slaying Cannonball."

"If you're unwilling, then there's nothing I can do. I'll wait for you to spread the scandal, but from the day the scandal is exposed, I assure you, the Spirit Pagoda will be utterly and irreconcilably at odds with the Holy Spirit Cult!"

Now it was Ghost Emperor's turn to be in a dilemma. Now was definitely not the time to completely break with the Spirit Pagoda. After pondering for a moment, he finally made his decision: "I will do as you say."

Qian Gu Dongfeng looked at Cai Yue'er: "Cai Yue'er has been deeply brainwashed by Shrek Academy. It is not an easy task to completely change her mind and get her to work for us."

The Ghost Emperor said indifferently, "Don't worry about that. Once we get the Godslayer, we can definitely hand over Cai Yue'er, who is even more insane than us and wants to destroy Shrek Academy."

Qian Gu Dongfeng said, "We'll formulate a plan after we've killed the god; it will take several years."

The Ghost Emperor's figure gradually disappeared.

After the Ghost Emperor had completely disappeared, Qian Gu Dong Feng gazed into the deep space and gradually fell silent.

To be honest, he was never afraid of Shrek Academy, but rather of Yun Ming. As long as Yun Ming died, the other strongmen of Shrek Academy would be nothing but a joke.

Will the plan... work?

...

Sun Moon Royal Soul Master Academy, Grand Soul Arena.

The federal flag fluttered, the federal glory march played continuously, and the audience, which could hold 150,000 people, was already full. The noise was like a roaring wave, each wave bigger than the last.

Compared to the junior group semifinals, the youth group semifinals attracted almost twice as many big names.

Many top leaders from Soul Master families and sects, and even several vice-chairmen of the Federation, came. As for the powerhouses from the War God Temple, as many as six people came. The leader was dressed in a simple white robe, with a gentle and refined temperament, giving people a sense of not competing or fighting.

Only Hao Ri Douluo Ao Rui and others knew that this guy's strength was, on the surface, second only to Qing Tian Douluo Yun Ming.

He was none other than Guan Yue, one of the vice hall masters of the War God Hall!

"Tianfeng, who do you think has a better chance of advancing to the finals, your disciple or the students from my War God Temple training camp?"

Guan Yue looked calmly at Leng Yaozhu, who was sitting not far away. The two were of the same generation.

“Of course he is my disciple.” Leng Yaozhu’s eyes never left Nan Liujing.

"To enter the finals with a cultivation level of four rings, another monster has been born." Guan Yue exclaimed, "We should have more monsters like this."

What seemed like an ordinary sigh was like a huge boulder pressing down on the hearts of all the war gods.

Guan Yue hopes that more strong individuals will emerge, so that the front lines can be more stable.

Leng Yaozhu also understood the implication in his words. Her beautiful eyes flickered slightly: "After my Liu Jing wins the championship, I will come to discuss that matter with you."

Guan Yue raised an eyebrow, surprised that Leng Yaozhu, who was always protective of her people, did not refuse outright. Although their conditions included a guarantee of safety, there was no such thing as absolute safety on the front lines.

Especially since Nan Liujing is a passionate young man, he would never allow himself to stay behind and let his comrades face danger alone, unless he is a coward.

Men have pride!
Looking at Nan Liujing's laughing and talking figure, Leng Yaozhu said in a deep voice, "The fledgling bird will one day need to soar into the sky. The responsibility is not only for our generation, but also for him."

Guan Yue's expression turned solemn, and she fell silent.

(End of this chapter)