Douluo Continent: Reborn Yuhao, their eyes are strange

Chapter 363 The Amorous Douluo Who Defected from the Tang Sect; Persuading Cupid Zhu Zhuqing

Starting from the bustling capital of the Ming Dynasty, traveling westward for dozens of miles will lead you to a special region surrounded by majestic mountains.

This valley, surrounded by continuous mountain ranges, is shrouded in a thick fog of gold and silver all year round, obscuring its true landscape and making it seem mysterious and unpredictable.

Meanwhile, the area surrounding Qiankun Wenqing Valley was bustling with activity.

Various low-lying pavilions and towers with an ancient charm are scattered in an orderly manner, and the streets are bustling with people.

At first glance, almost all the people there are couples cuddling intimately, immersed in the romantic atmosphere of this so-called love paradise.

Among the bustling crowd, one couple stood out.

The middle-aged man walking in front was extremely tall and slender with a handsome face. Time seemed to have left few traces on his face; instead, it added to his mature charm.

Dressed in a pristine white robe, she exuded an extraordinary and refined air as she walked.

The woman who lagged half a step behind the man, while not exactly stunningly beautiful, could only be described as pretty.

But what is most eye-catching is not the loose lab coat she is wearing, which is out of place with her surroundings.

But beneath those wide robes, her astonishing figure was still impossible to conceal.

Especially when viewed from directly in front, her exceptionally slender waist connects to an extremely exaggerated curve, paired with a pair of long, straight, jade-like legs.

Even though the woman maintained a cold and aloof expression, exuding an aura that kept strangers at bay, she still possessed an ultimate charm that was full of asceticism.

Ling Zichen glanced at the lovey-dovey couples around him, subconsciously raising an eyebrow. His aloof demeanor as a researcher instantly crumbled, and his first words were laced with his familiar teasing:

"Old Zang, if Old Cao hadn't lost the competition back then, he would probably be a beautiful young woman by now."

"Maybe we'd already been living happily together, instead of hiding like this, barely seeing each other a few times a year."

Hearing Ling Zichen's carefree words, even though a soundproof barrier had been set up around them, Zang Xin's eyes still twitched slightly. He replied helplessly:

"My relationship with Lao Cao isn't as complicated as you think, and it's certainly not something you can't tell anyone. Besides, even if he really did turn into a girl, the martial spirit repulsion between the Amorous Sword and the Heartless Sword would still exist."

Only by relying on the special rules of Qiankun Wenqing Valley can we eliminate the effects of that rejection.

"Come on, stop explaining. I know you guys too well."

Ling Zichen pursed his lips, giving her a look that said, "I see right through you."

"Why would Old Cao abandon the perfectly good Tang Sect and resolutely give up the opportunity for further study, turning his attention to this Qiankun Wenqing Valley instead?"

And you were originally a promising talent being groomed by the Tang Sect's Douluo Hall as their successor, but what happened? You also defected and joined the Federation's War God Hall. Now you're telling me you have a purely platonic friendship? Nobody believes that."

Although Ling Zichen spends most of her time holed up in the laboratory of the Federal Central Research Institute, it doesn't mean she's completely unaware of the gossip and romantic affairs outside.

Through certain channels, she even knows more than the average person.

"It's been so long, and your mouth is still as sharp as ever. I should have just left you rotting in the Holy Spirit Cult back then."

Zang Xin shook his head. Although his words were harsh, there was still a hint of tenderness in his eyes.

Clearly, he was already used to Ling Zichen's unique speaking style.

He paused, then solemnly reminded her:

"It's fine if you speak recklessly in front of me, and I won't hold it against you. But when you meet the next newly promoted master craftsman, you must not be so rude."

"You have to understand, the future rations of Heavenly Forging Metal for the Central Research Institute and the Federal War God Temple depend entirely on that person's word. If we offend him, we'll all starve."

Upon hearing this, Ling Zichen nodded slightly to indicate that he understood, but a hint of hesitation still flashed in his eyes as he asked, "Are you big shots really so comfortable with the request made by that person?"

Don't blame me for not giving you a heads-up. The initial blueprints for modifying the core array of Qiankun Wenqing Valley were something I learned from the Holy Spirit Cult.

The ingenuity of that magic array was simply unbelievable; even now, I doubt that the blueprints were something that should never exist in the Douluo Continent.

Zang Xin naturally understood what Ling Zichen was worried about, and explained, "I know your concerns. But you must understand that the Holy Spirit Douluo is an extremely special and irreplaceable existence for our entire Federation."

When we raided the Holy Spirit Cult's stronghold, and those evil soul masters detonated the core of the single positive cycle source, if it weren't for her intervention, stabilizing your vital signs through the life charge connection...

Do you think you could still be standing here, jumping around, arguing with me in that situation?

In any case, you need to learn to trust and not always be suspicious. I know your early experiences living in the Holy Spirit Church environment forced you to be wary of everything around you.

But trying to think more positively of others can't hurt.

"Heh, it feels strange to hear such words of advice to do good coming from the mouth of a ruthless and sentimental Douluo like you."

Ling Zichen shrugged indifferently and added, "Fine, I'm just here to go through the motions and be a tool anyway."

Since that master craftsman is interested in this thing, I'll teach him. As for whether he can learn it, or whether he'll cause any trouble after learning it, that's another matter.

Anyway, if anything really happens, even if the sky falls, you tall guys will be the ones to hold it up first. This weak woman with no strength can just go back to my research institute and continue doing research.

"You..."

Zang Xin was speechless and could only helplessly say, "Just do more and talk less, try to control your mouth and don't cause trouble."

"As for now, stop complaining and come with me to visit Dark Phoenix Douluo."

During their conversation, the two entered a hotel building with a magnificent exterior and a retro feel.

The pretty young woman at the front desk was clearly very familiar with Zang Xin. Upon seeing him enter, she quickly stood up and bowed, then said with a slight apology:

"Your Majesty, I am truly sorry. Her Highness the Holy Maiden is currently receiving an extremely important guest in the Valley of Love and Destiny and has instructed that no one should disturb her. I'm afraid she will be unable to meet with you for the time being."

"If you don't mind, shall I arrange for you to meet the High Priest first?"

Zang Xin subconsciously raised an eyebrow, feeling somewhat puzzled.

Now, the Dark Phoenix Douluo, who can be said to have absolute power in Qiankun Wenqing Valley, what kind of distinguished guest is worthy of her personal reception?

However, he didn't dwell on this issue for too long, nodding slightly and saying:

"In that case, I'll trouble you to make the arrangements. Just make sure I don't disturb Old Cao's work, so he doesn't complain to me again."

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At this moment, on the lake surface of Qiankun Wenqing Valley, which is shrouded in thick fog all year round and appears as ethereal as a fairyland, pavilions and waterside terraces stand.

Dark Phoenix Douluo Leng Yulai is completely different from her usual self in the outside world. She always wears a phoenix feather robe and is flamboyant and unrestrained.

Instead, she wore a purple and white priest's robe, which was exceptionally solemn and covered her hot figure completely with its wide hem.

Her clothes were embroidered with golden cloud patterns, and the bells at her waist rang out with each light step.

Upon reaching the outside of the main hall, Leng Yulai stopped, turned sideways, and bowed slightly to the black-haired woman who had been following her, saying respectfully:

"Honorable God of Speed, this is the abode of the God of Love. According to custom, I can only see you off here. The God of Love has been waiting for you inside for some time. Please."

The black-haired woman following behind Leng Yulai was dressed in a tight-fitting black and purple leather outfit, which perfectly accentuated her stunning figure, making her stand out in the environment.

Those bright, heterochromatic eyes seemed to have just snapped out of their daze from the sound of the bells on Leng Yulai's body, a hint of confusion flashing in their eyes.

Zhu Zhuqing coughed lightly, somewhat awkwardly concealing her momentary lapse in concentration, and nodded slightly, saying, "Thank you so much."

With that, she took a deep breath, reached out and pushed open the door, and stepped inside.

As the door closed and she could no longer sense Zhu Zhuqing's presence, Leng Yulai's tense and serious expression instantly relaxed, and she raised an eyebrow with a hint of amusement.

As the Holy Maiden of the Valley of Love and Destiny in modern times, she holds many secrets within the valley and is well aware of the records that have been passed down within it.

But every time, the result was the same: either they were brushed off with various excuses, or they were turned away without even seeing Cupid.

But this time, the situation is quite different.

The God of Love, who had always avoided meeting people, surprisingly agreed to meet with the God of Speed.

Could this unusual behavior mean that some unknown event has occurred in the Douluo Continent?

After passing through a quiet, narrow corridor and walking several dozen steps, Zhu Zhuqing felt as if the dark space in front of her had suddenly become bright and open.

A faint, pleasant fragrance filled the room, and the wind chimes hanging by the window tinkled melodiously in the gentle breeze.

At the very front of the room, in the main seat, sat a pink-haired woman dressed in a gorgeous pink and white gown.

She wore a finely textured mask with layers of pagoda patterns painted on her forehead, completely concealing her true appearance.

Only the pair of purplish-red eyes revealed behind the mask looked exceptionally bright and deep.

Even if she just sits there quietly, her sleeves flutter gently in the wind, and a faint pink glow emanates from her.

A tender, loving feeling seems to be contained within it, making it impossible to look away once your eyes are drawn to it.

Feeling the sudden, uncontrollable surge of chaotic emotions welling up within her, Zhu Zhuqing was startled. She quickly suppressed the agitation, lowered her eyes slightly, and said in a trembling voice:

"Rongrong, we sisters haven't seen each other for over a thousand years. Now that we've met again, why are you being so distant, and why are you still wearing a mask?"

Cupid did not rise to greet her upon hearing this, but merely glanced at Zhu Zhuqing, his tone as indifferent as if he were stating something utterly ordinary.

"After that incident, I made it very clear to you that I am not the Ning Rongrong you speak of. Why do you still insist on this and deceive yourself..."

He paused for a moment, then let out a mocking laugh.

"Moreover, if it weren't for your self-righteous actions back then, how could I have been implicated and still unable to control my divine authority after waking up?"

If I don't use this mask to conceal myself and suppress the ever-increasing power of the laws within my body...

When you see my true form, under the influence of my uncontrollable laws, do you think you can still remain rational and stand there talking to me like you are now?

Upon hearing Cupid's merciless words, Zhu Zhuqing's usually aloof face instantly became agitated.

She instinctively reached out her right hand and pressed it hard against her heaving chest, trying to calm her turbulent emotions, and retorted:

"No matter what you say, you still look like Rongrong. Can you really deny that you didn't inherit her memories and emotions?"

Do you know, Xiaowu is really not doing well right now. She's very fragile and misses the old days. She hopes to see you again...

Seemingly amused by Zhu Zhuqing's words, Cupid suddenly clapped his hands and burst into laughter: "Ha, that's the funniest joke I've ever heard. She's fragile, but what about me? I'd rather say I'm pitiful!"

When Ning Rongrong brought Oscar into this Valley of Love and Destiny, intending to seize my shattered divine status, did she ever imagine that this would be the outcome today?

If it weren't for Oscar burning with the flame of life, willing to sacrifice himself to stop me.

"I could have devoured everything Ning Rongrong left behind long ago and completely taken control of this body. Why would I be in this predicament now, forced to wear this mask and hide myself all day long?"

Upon hearing this, Zhu Zhuqing couldn't help but reveal a hint of bitterness and dejection.

They initially clung to the shattered fragments of the divine realm, barely surviving as they dragged their heavily wounded bodies to the Douluo plane.

In order to survive in the lower realm for a long time, under Tang Hao's advice and leadership, everyone decided to divide the work and try to regain the power of faith by establishing the Divine Trial Land in order to maintain their crumbling godhood.

Ning Rongrong pointed out that back when they were still in the God Realm, Tang San had told her about the back entrance to the special place called Qiankun Wenqing Valley.

So she rushed over with Oscar, intending to seize this post-natal land of divine exploration as their foothold.

But despite their elaborate schemes, they completely forgot that they had now lost the suppression of the divine realm's central authority.

Even after hundreds of thousands of years of wear and tear, the Goddess of Love, who was once a first-level deity, still possessed a divine consciousness strength of only one percent, which was still enough to rival that of an ordinary second-level deity.

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