Douluo: Dragon King's Divine Elegy

Chapter 92 Yunming's Dream of His Teacher, Yuanen Yehui's Life Path

The bright moonlight shone through the window, sneaking in like silver dust scattered on the floor, glistening. In the soft bed, Ya Li was sleeping rather inelegantly, entwined around Yun Ming.

Yun Ming was used to his wife's behavior, but he clearly didn't sleep as well tonight.

The invisible energy of the Golden Tree, mixed with the divine power of Elder Jin, merged with the moonlight and silently seeped into Yunming's spiritual sea.

This wisp of divine soul power was not hostile, and because Yunming Divine Origin Realm spiritual power was not at its peak due to plane suppression, no problem was detected.

With the cultivation level of a Limit Douluo, one could go a lifetime without sleeping without any problem, and whether or not one dreams depends entirely on one's mood.

While sleeping, Yun Ming's eyebrows twitched noticeably a few times.

It was a world shrouded in thick fog. Yun Ming suddenly opened his eyes, his cold gaze sweeping across the silent environment.

“Ah Ming”.

A voice, filled with sincere emotion yet carrying a touch of solemnity, came from all directions.

Yun Ming's pupils contracted, and he subconsciously called out, "Teacher?"

Ah Ming, only his most respected teacher would call him that, but with the teacher's passing, he hadn't heard it for decades.

"Ah Ming... be careful... Lan..." The foggy world seemed to have encountered some kind of interference, and the voice became intermittent.

Yun Ming couldn't help but shout, "Teacher!"

As the word "Emperor" was faintly uttered, Yun Ming's dream shattered, and he woke up, his chest heaving violently.

The intense fluctuation of mental energy woke Ya Li from her deep sleep. She asked sleepily, "What's wrong, Brother Ming?"

The tranquil night and the chilling moonlight seemed to whisper secrets. Yun Ming looked down at his beloved wife's exquisite face and said in a deep voice, "I dreamt of my teacher."

The sleepiness in Yali's eyes faded. She still remembered how her husband knelt for half a month after her teacher passed away and chose to merge with the golden ancient tree.

Yun Ming was raised by Tianjue Douluo from a young age, and the bond between them was incredibly strong.

Ya Li pressed her soft, fragrant body tightly against Yun Ming, preparing to comfort her husband, when she suddenly heard his deep voice say, "It seems that the teacher is warning me about something."

Yali paused, her pure green-gold eyes looking at her in surprise.

Yun Ming remained silent, his expression shifting between anger and uncertainty.

Blue, Emperor, be careful.

What was the teacher reminding him of?
At this level of cultivation, it's impossible for someone to have such a dream for no reason. Therefore, the teacher was genuinely trying to tell him something in the dream.

...

On the speeding Soul Guidance Train, Yuan Enhui silently gazed at the ever-changing scenery outside the window.

Her home is in a second-tier city called Shangling City, located in the central-eastern part of the continent, just east of the Star Dou Great Forest.

Surrounded by mountains and rich in natural resources, the area has seen a surge in tourism as the number of land-based spirit beasts has nearly disappeared and the dangers of the wild have decreased. People from the surrounding area, including Shrek City, love to come here for vacations and leisure.

After passing through several mountain tunnels, the Soul Guidance Train stopped at the station, and Yuan Enhui followed the bustling crowd to the platform.

Looking at the familiar mountains in the distance, she clenched her fists tightly, skillfully left the train station, and then got into a ride-hailing car, heading towards the western suburbs.

Because it was so remote, she gave the driver an extra tip after getting off the bus.

Watching the departing ride-hailing car, Yuan Enhui took a deep breath. Looking around, she saw stretches of mountains and forests, with a small path leading up to them, but she chose to walk.

Walking along the winding and rugged path, you can occasionally see some houses by the roadside, and the sound of dogs barking is incessant.

Every house, every place he passed by, held the most beautiful memories of his childhood. A ripple of emotion gradually appeared in Yuan Enhui's eyes.

She came back this time to confirm some things.

"Who are you!"

As they passed a corner of a house, several women chatting under the shade of a tree saw Yuan Enhui dressed as a man and immediately asked him what was wrong.

The women looked somewhat wary, and there were faint fluctuations of soul power emanating from their bodies. Although they were not strong, it proved that they were all soul masters.

The entire mountain village is inhabited by members of the Yuanen family, and they are not particularly welcoming to outsiders.

Yuan Enye stopped, pursed his lips, and said to the woman who had spoken, "Fifth Aunt, I am Yuan Enye."

Her voice was calm enough, but it sounded like a bomb going off in the ears of the women.

Suddenly, the group stood up abruptly, staring intently at her.

"What are you doing back here?" A woman next to Aunt Wu's face immediately turned ugly, almost scolding her.

Yuan Enhui's expression turned solemn: "I wish to see the clan leader. After the meeting, I will leave without disturbing him."

Stopping her sisters from about to riot, Fifth Aunt sighed, "You shouldn't have come back. You were only able to leave because the clan leader stood up against all opposition. Otherwise, you would have had your martial spirit stripped and would never be allowed to leave the clan again."

Yuan Enhui increasingly understood why her clansmen had glared at her so fiercely. It was probably because her mother's martial spirit had attracted the demon plane. She clenched her fists, lowered her head, and said, "Fifth Aunt, please let me see the clan leader."

The women's expressions shifted between light and dark, and Fifth Aunt gave Yuan Enye a deep look.

Her husband lost an arm in the demonic attack. She hated Ye Hui, and felt a bit of hatred for Ye Hui's child as well, but... she sighed, took out her phone, and called the clan leader, Yuan Enzhentian.

"What's the matter?"

The call was quickly connected, and a strong, powerful voice came through.

"Clan leader," Fifth Aunt whispered, "Yuan En Ye Hui has returned."

There was a sudden, dead silence on the other end of the phone.

Less than two seconds.

A terrifying wave descended from the sky. When the yellow light faded, an old man who was two meters tall and had an exceptionally robust physique appeared in front of Yuanen Yehui.

He looked at Yuanen Yehui with a complicated expression, "Why are you back?"

"Clan Chief." Yuan En Ye Hui felt grateful to his fifth aunt and respectfully faced the elder.

“You should call me Grandpa,” Yuan Enzhentian reminded her.

Yuan Enhui's delicate body trembled. After seeing her mother's corpse with her own eyes, she no longer acknowledged that she had a grandfather.

"That's enough." Yuan Enzhentian didn't insist and waved for his fifth aunt and the others to leave.

The clan leader's authority was still considerable; several women glanced coldly at Yuan En Ye Hui and chose to leave.

"Tell me, what brings you back?" Yuan Enzhen asked, his expression suddenly changing. "Did you suffer some mistreatment at Shrek Academy?"

"No." Yuan Enhui didn't care how wronged she felt about working several jobs. Her mother had taught her since she was a child that she should never accept anything that she didn't earn herself, so she politely declined when Yun Ming and Ya Li wanted to help her.

To be honest, Yuan Enye herself knew that she was being too stubborn and getting stuck on a single point.

This is the impact of the dramatic changes in her family. She doesn't reject social interaction, but she can only do so superficially.

"Then you..." Yuan Enzhentian hadn't finished speaking when he saw a dark energy surging from his granddaughter's body, turning purplish-red. The energy was extremely pure, flowing like a thin stream, slowly rippling outwards. As the dark light swirled, it revealed an eerie crystalline quality, as if thousands of star fragments were floating in a deep pool.

Most importantly, while the coldness and evil of the Fallen Angel Martial Soul remain, the fluctuations that cause negative emotional effects on oneself have completely disappeared, as if the impurities in the metal have been refined by the blacksmith.

Yuan Enzhen's pupils contracted slightly, "Your martial spirit!"

Yuan Enhui recalled Nan Liujing's handsome face in his mind, a smile appearing on his lips, and explained, "I met a friend, and with his help, the Fallen Angel Martial Soul can be considered to have evolved."

“Friend?” Yuan Enzhen was taken aback.

Yuan Enhui said, "He accidentally became tainted with demon bloodline because he helped me. That's how we got to know each other. Later, in our conversations, I learned a lot about the secrets of the Fallen Angel Martial Soul."

Yuan Enzhen's heart skipped a beat, and he said in a deep voice, "So you came back this time to find out why your mother committed suicide and why your clansmen hate you?"

He had been unwilling to tell his granddaughter the truth because he was afraid she wouldn't be able to handle it.

“Yes.” Yuan Enhui nodded solemnly. “If the family has suffered heavy casualties because of my mother, I am willing to spend the rest of my life to repay her.”

“Sigh.” Yuan Enzhen shook his head. He knew that this matter could not be kept secret any longer.

He immediately grabbed Yuan Enhui's shoulder, and with a flash, he carried her to the mountainside, where a building exuding an ancient and powerful aura stood.

This is the ancestral home of the Yuanen family, and on the house in the middle courtyard hangs a plaque with the words "ancestral hall" inscribed on it.

Yuan Enhui had been to the ancestral hall before. When she realized that her grandfather had brought her here, she subconsciously looked at the memorial tablet on the table in front of her.

With just one glance, she understood everything.

Above the memorial tablet were the names of dozens of her familiar relatives. Their faces seemed still vivid in her mind, yet they were now separated by death.

Yuan Enzhen said in a deep voice, "Your friend told you about the Fallen Angels. You probably know that once you break through to the ninth ring, the Martial Soul holder will uncontrollably attract the Demon Dimension."

Yuan Enhui nodded solemnly.

Yuan Enzhen said, "At first, we didn't know this secret, so when your mother broke through to the ninth ring, disaster struck. She unconsciously opened a demon gate, and countless demons came to our world in droves. Those demons greedily wanted to devour everything."

"Because it happened so suddenly, neither I nor the clansmen noticed anything wrong at first. It wasn't until your second aunt returned from visiting relatives that she was attacked by a demon. The battle fluctuations caught the attention of the clansmen. When they arrived at the scene of the battle, your second uncle witnessed your second aunt being pierced through the chest by a demon comparable to a titled Douluo."

Yuanen Yehui's pupils trembled.

"Sigh." The old man sighed. "The demons are too powerful. Even though I fought them tenaciously, they still lost members of their race one after another. I had no choice but to contact Sky Douluo. He led the Shrek Academy experts to the scene and forced the demon army back. At the same time, he destroyed the Demon Gate."

"It was because of the Sky Douluo's explanation that we learned what the Fallen Angel Martial Soul represents. Although your mother was also a victim, dozens of her clansmen did indeed sacrifice themselves because of her. In the end, in order to quell the public's anger, your mother chose to commit suicide, and your father attempted suicide to follow her. Helplessly, I and the Sky Douluo crippled his cultivation and sealed his Martial Soul."

“This is the whole story. I didn’t want to tell you all this.” Yuan Enzhentian saw the tears welling up in his granddaughter’s eyes.

"I'm sorry!" Yuan Enhui knelt down before the memorial tablets with tears in his eyes.

“Silly child.” Yuan Enzhen raised his hand, a gentle soul force lifting her up, and said coldly, “You are not wrong, your mother is not wrong either, the ones who are wrong are those scum from the Demon Plane.”

Just then, hurried footsteps were heard.

Before long, a group of people gathered inside the ancestral hall.

Yuan Enhui wiped away her tears and looked over.

There was her second uncle, whose expression was a mixture of gloom and complexity, as well as some other uncles; unsurprisingly, their gazes toward her were not friendly.

“Father.” Yuan Entianshang looked at the old man in a deep voice.

Yuan Enzhentian said calmly, "Why are you here?"

No one answered. The old man snorted, "You all look so aggressive. I thought you were going to turn the world upside down."

“I have given permission for Yuanen to come home. Anyone who utters a word of dissent will be punished according to family rules.”

A terrifying aura, almost capable of crushing space, spread out, startling everyone.

“Grandpa,” Yuan Enhui suddenly called out.

The old man's eyelids trembled slightly, and the oppressive aura he had released receded like the tide. For several years, he had not heard his granddaughter call him "Grandpa" again.

The eldest son of the entire clan leader's lineage, Yuanen Tiandang, has been imprisoned. He only has one child, Yuanen Yehui. As for the second son, Yuanen Tianshang, although he was married, he has no children. Therefore, Yuanen Zhentian only has this one direct grandson.

“I would like to have a talk with you uncles and elders,” Yuan Enhui said in a deep voice.

He hesitated for a moment, but ultimately did not refuse, though he gave the younger generation a look to be mindful of their behavior.

Facing the gazes of the crowd, Yuan Enhui said in a deep voice, "I know that you uncles and elders do not like me because of my mother, but I hope you can listen to what I have to say."

No one answered; they just looked at her with complicated expressions.

Yuan Enhui said, "I have a friend who became a Fallen Angel because he helped me. But unlike me, who only has a superficial understanding of Fallen Angels, his teacher is the Heavenly Phoenix Douluo of the Spirit Pagoda, who has the knowledge to completely destroy demons after they are attracted."

Upon hearing this, the old man and everyone else's expressions changed.

Yuan Enhui said sincerely, "I harmed him, but he not only didn't blame me, he sincerely invited me to join the Spirit Pagoda, and even offered to help me solve the problem of the Fallen Angel Martial Soul attracting demons in the future."

I'm not saying this to ask for your help behind my back. I just want to say that as long as I don't perish prematurely, I'm willing to give everything, even my life, to earn merit after joining the Spirit Pagoda and bring more resources to the family. I only hope that one day my second uncle and all the other uncles can let go of their hatred for my mother.

And her memorial tablet can be placed in the ancestral hall for worship!

After saying this, she immediately knelt down and kowtowed to everyone once, then kowtowed to her grandfather three times before getting up and leaving.

The vast ancestral hall was completely silent, with only the occasional sound of Yuan Enhui's departing footsteps.

Leaving the ancestral home, Yuan Enhui looked up at the azure sky, as if the shackles in her heart had been broken.

After her disguise, a slight smile appeared on her delicate face.

For the rest of her life, she will only do two things.

To vindicate mothers.

I swear to follow Nan Liujing to the death!
The family summoned His Majesty Qingtian, who averted the crisis. The demon's power exceeded her expectations. Since Nan Liujing could help her, how could she not wholeheartedly follow him?

"Are you planning to go back to Shrek Academy or the Spirit Pagoda?"

The old man flashed and appeared behind Yuanen Yehui.

Without turning his head, Yuan Enhui said, "I'll stay at Shrek Academy for now."

"Don't you want to see your father?" the old man asked in a deep voice.

Yuan Enhui shook her head: "I will come to see my father again when I have enough strength."

Ignoring the other group of clansmen gathered at the ancestral home, Yuan En Yehui left alone amidst the incomprehensible gazes of the crowd.

It wasn't that no one resented the Fallen Angel Martial Soul and wanted to stop her, but with the old man present, no one dared to say anything.

"The disciple of the Heavenly Phoenix Douluo, the Spirit Pagoda." Watching his granddaughter's departing figure, the old man stood with his hands behind his back, muttering to himself, "I'm quite curious about your friend."

(End of this chapter)