Sign In Kunpeng Precious Technique, Willow Deity Nirvana Liquid!

Su Chen watched the faint trace of lightning coiling around the surface of the giant egg, a satisfied curve tugging at the corner of his mouth.

At this rate, in less than half a month, this pure-blooded Green-Scaled Eagle would break through its shell.

He retracted his Unique Cave Heaven and was just about to rise to wash up.

Outside the door, a series of extremely light footsteps suddenly sounded.

Immediately after, the voice of the green-clad servant rang out from beyond the door.

"Shopkeeper."

"There is a guest in a black robe outside who says he wishes to see you."

The hand Su Chen used to hold his teacup paused slightly.

He did not even need to use his senses to guess who was standing outside.

"Let him in."

Su Chen set down his teacup and sat back into his grand armchair.

Before long, the door was gently pushed open from the outside.

A middle-aged man clad in black armor with black hair draped over his shoulders stepped into the room.

His gait was exceptionally steady, yet the moment he entered, he took the initiative to suppress every trace of his aura, even stifling his breathing to the extreme.

It was none other than one of the true rulers of the Star Dou Forest, the Golden-Eyed Black Dragon King, Di Tian.

Di Tian walked into the room, his gaze lingering on Su Chen for a moment.

Then, this peerless fierce beast, who had lived on the Douluo Continent for eight hundred thousand years and held even the peak human powerhouses in contempt, actually bent both knees and knelt before Su Chen.

"Junior Di Tian."

"Pays respects to Mr. Su."

Di Tian's voice was low, his attitude exceptionally respectful.

Watching Di Tian kneel on the floor, Su Chen felt no surprise.

He merely leaned casually against the back of his chair, his gaze resting on the other party with indifference.

"An eight-hundred-thousand-year Black Dragon King."

"On this Douluo Continent, you can be considered a creature standing at the very apex of the pyramid."

Su Chen's tone was casual:

"There is no need for such a grand gesture; rise and speak."

Hearing Su Chen pierce through his identity and cultivation level so directly, Di Tian's heart gave a violent jolt, and his awe of Su Chen deepened once more.

He slowly stood up, yet he kept his waist slightly hunched, not daring to show the slightest overstep.

"Mr. Su possesses vast divine powers; my meager cultivation is but the light of a firefly in your presence, sir."

Di Tian said with extreme sincerity.

"The Bone Text Precious Technique that Da Ming and Er Ming brought back last night, I have already studied."

"For you to bestow such heaven-defying methods, sir, is a kindness akin to a rebirth for my soul beast clan."

Speaking of this, Di Tian took a deep breath.

He looked up at Su Chen, his eyes filled with a sense of desperate resolve.

"I have come today with great boldness, for I have a favor to ask."

Su Chen looked at him and spoke faintly.

"Is it for that heavily injured woman beneath your Life Lake?"

Di Tian nodded repeatedly.

"Since you know of the Lord's existence, sir, you must surely be aware of how severe the Dao wounds within her body are."

"I heard you tell the story of the Willow Deity bestowing dew to create a god earlier today, sir."

Di Tian swallowed hard, his tone becoming extremely urgent.

"I wish to know, sir, do you still possess such supreme divine objects capable of mending the laws of origin?"

"If you are willing to save the Lord, sir."

Di Tian suddenly cupped his fists.

"The million soul beasts of the Star Dou Forest are willing to serve you as our master for generations to come!"

"Even if you require my Dragon Core, sir, I would not utter a single word of refusal!"

Watching Di Tian's expression, which showed he was willing to sacrifice everything, Su Chen gave a flat laugh.

"A Dragon Core?"

"I truly have no interest in a Dragon Core from a mere eight-hundred-thousand-year cultivation."

This statement was incredibly arrogant, yet Di Tian did not have the slightest temper, only able to lower his head with a dry laugh.

Su Chen reached out and tapped the tabletop twice.

"If she wants her wounds healed, have her come see me herself."

"What, does she think her face is so valuable that I need to deliver the medicine to her doorstep?"

Upon hearing this, Di Tian's expression changed instantly, and he waved his hands hurriedly to explain.

"Sir, you misunderstand!"

"The Lord has absolutely no such intention!"

"It is truly because the methods left behind by that bunch of false gods from the God Realm back then were far too vicious."

"The Dragon God Core within the Lord has already developed cracks; the slightest carelessness could attract the gaze of the God Realm."

"She is currently unable to leave Life Lake by even a single step."

"If she were to force her way out, not only would her dao wounds erupt completely, but it would also draw the joint execution of those few God Kings!"

Hearing Di Tian's explanation, Su Chen gradually withdrew the smile from his face.

"The gaze of the God Realm?"

"Those few God Kings?"

Su Chen slowly stood up and walked to the window, pushing it open.

"Go back and tell her."

"As long as she steps across the threshold of my Listening Rain Pavilion."

Su Chen turned his head, his gaze incredibly domineering.

"Never mind a few so-called God Kings."

"Even if the entire God Realm were to pour out in full force."

"If I let them dare to drop even a single bolt of lightning above Heavenly Dou Imperial City..."

Su Chen picked up the folding fan on the table and snapped it open.

"I will write the character Su upside down."

Su Chen said this lightly, but to Di Tian's ears, it sounded like a thunderclap.

The God Realm.

The God Kings.

That was a butcher's blade hanging over the heads of all soul beasts.

For hundreds of thousands of years, whenever the fierce beasts of Star Dou Forest mentioned the God Realm, they would become cautious even in their breathing.

Yet this young man in white before him viewed the God Realm as nothing.

He even dared to boast about having the God Realm pour out in full force.

Di Tian looked into Su Chen's calm eyes.

He realized that Su Chen was not joking, nor was he bluffing.

It was a form of looking down from the bottom of his heart.

"This junior understands."

Di Tian took a deep breath and bowed his waist even lower.

"I will convey your words to the Lord, word for word."

"If the Lord decides to come, this junior will personally hold the reins and whip for you, Sir."

Having said this, Di Tian bowed deeply to Su Chen once more.

He did not linger any longer, slowly retreating to the door before pushing it open and stepping out.

No sound of footsteps echoed in the corridor, and Di Tian's aura quickly vanished completely from the Listening Rain Pavilion.

Su Chen was left alone in the room once again.

He walked to the table and poured out the tea that had already gone cold.

"System, bring up the lottery panel."

Su Chen issued the command in his mind.

[Ding! The God-Level Lottery Wheel has been activated. Each draw consumes two million popularity points.]

[Host's current remaining popularity points: 12.8 million.]

"Five consecutive draws."

Su Chen did not hesitate.

Popularity points were the kind of thing that only held their greatest value when converted into actual trump cards.

[Ding! Ten million popularity points deducted. The lottery begins...]

In his line of sight, the ancient wheel began to spin at high speed.

The pointer swept across one grid after another.

[Ding! Thanks for participating.]

[Ding! Thanks for participating.]

Two consecutive empty-result prompts rang out.

Su Chen's expression remained unchanged; the drop rate of the God-level wheel was never high, and hitting empty results was a normal phenomenon.

Immediately after, the speed of the pointer began to slow down, finally coming to a steady stop on a region radiating a blinding golden light.

[Ding! Congratulations to the host for drawing the Ten Primordial Evils Precious Technique: Kunpeng Precious Technique (Complete Version)!]

Upon hearing this name, a flash of light crossed Su Chen's eyes.

The Kunpeng Precious Technique!

A peerless method belonging to one of the Ten Primordial Evils.

One can transform into a Peng, soaring ninety thousand miles straight up, mastering extreme speed and ferocity;

One can also transform into a Kun, sinking into the deep sea, devouring heaven and earth.

This is a supreme precious technique that evolves the power of Yin and Yang to the extreme.

With this technique, Su Chen's shortcomings in movement and close-quarters combat were completely filled.

The wheel continued to spin.

[Ding! Congratulations to the host for drawing a Perfect World item: Willow Deity Nirvana Liquid (one drop)!]

[Ding! Thanks for participating.]

The five draws concluded.

Su Chen directly extracted the rewards.

A vast and profound stream of memories instantly surged into his mind.

It contained all the cultivation methods and combat insights regarding the Kunpeng Precious Technique.

Su Chen closed his eyes, and his Unique Cave Heaven slowly manifested behind his head.

A golden phantom of the Kunpeng swam within his Cave Heaven, finally transforming into countless golden runes that were deeply branded into his bones and bloodline.

Su Chen opened his eyes and clenched his fists.

He could feel that his physical strength had once again been greatly enhanced, and his body felt incomparably light, as if he could tear through space at any moment.

Afterward, he looked at the small jade bottle that had appeared in his palm.

Inside the jade bottle, a drop of emerald-green liquid floated silently.

This drop of liquid radiated an extremely rich vitality; just by smelling the scent that drifted out, Su Chen felt the fatigue of the entire day vanish.

"Willow Deity Nirvana Liquid."

Su Chen stored the jade bottle into his spatial ring.

What he had said to Di Tian earlier was not baseless; with this drop of Nirvana Liquid, no matter how severely injured that Silver Dragon King might be, she would be able to recover instantly.

After finishing all this, Su Chen walked to the washbasin to splash his face, took off his outer robe, lay down on the bed, and closed his eyes.

The night deepened, and the Listening Rain Pavilion fell into silence.

Meanwhile, in a remote and dilapidated slum outside the outer city of Heavenly Dou Imperial City.

The continuous rain had turned the streets here into a muddy mess, and the air reeked of a moldy stench.

Inside a low-quality inn with a sign so worn it was about to fall off.

Tang San sat on a hard wooden bed.

His hair was somewhat disheveled, his eyes were bloodshot, and he stared fixedly at the flickering flame of the oil lamp before him.

In this narrow and damp room.

Yu Xiaogang paced back and forth before the bed with his hands behind his back, his brows tightly locked.

Flender sat on a broken wooden chair, holding a cup of low-quality tea in his hand, sighing with his head bowed.

Zhao Wuji leaned against the wall, his body still wrapped in bandages.

"Teacher."

Tang San suddenly spoke:

"My father was taken away by Xue Qinghe, and his life or death is unknown."

"That storyteller auctioned my father off like a pig or a dog in front of so many people."

"If I do not avenge this, I, Tang San, am not worthy of being a son!"

Hearing this, Yu Xiaogang stopped his pacing, then looked at Tang San and let out a sigh.

"Tang San, your father is in the hands of Xue Qinghe, so he won't be in any immediate danger to his life."

"The Heaven Dou Imperial family wants the spirit bones on his body and the cultivation techniques of the Clear Sky Sect; they won't kill him until they have obtained those."

Yu Xiaogang walked to the table and sat down.

"Our top priority right now is that Su Chen."

Flender raised his head, his face full of bitterness.

"Grandmaster, that man is too bizarre."

"I went out to gather information today, and guess what I heard?"

Flender swallowed hard.

"Tang Xiao, the Sect Master of the Clear Sky Sect, took five elders—all of them Title Douluo—to cause trouble at the Listening Rain Pavilion."

"As a result, the Clear Sky Array, unleashed by the six of them working together, was swallowed by that Su Chen using a black halo."

"Now, Tang Xiao and those five elders have all had their legs crippled and are kneeling at the entrance of the Listening Rain Pavilion."

As Flender's voice faded, the room fell silent.

Even Tang San's pupils contracted violently.

Uncle? His uncle had taken the elders of the Clear Sky Sect to rescue his father, only to be suppressed?

Six Title Douluo!

Tang San felt his breathing become difficult.

What kind of monster was that Su Chen, exactly?

Upon hearing this news, Yu Xiaogang's expression shifted uncertainly.

But he quickly calmed down.

"Flender, you have been deceived by appearances."

Yu Xiaogang reached out and tapped the tabletop, his tone extremely certain.

"I have studied that Su Chen carefully."

"There isn't a shred of spirit power fluctuation on him, nor does he have a martial soul. This proves he isn't a spirit master at all."

"How could an ordinary person possibly defeat Title Douluo?"

Tang San looked at Yu Xiaogang.

"Teacher, what do you mean?"

A glimmer of wisdom flashed in Yu Xiaogang's eyes.

"A formation, or perhaps some powerful soul tool left behind from ancient times."

"Think back: since we first entered the Listening Rain Pavilion, has that Su Chen ever left that high platform of his?"

"Has he ever stepped out of the gates of the Listening Rain Pavilion?"

Flender and Zhao Wuji exchanged glances, recalled the events carefully, and then shook their heads in unison.

"That's it, then."

Yu Xiaogang slapped the table.

"All his power, all his incredible feats, rely entirely on that Listening Rain Pavilion."

"That teahouse is, in itself, a massive defensive formation. That black halo is the core of the formation."

"As long as he stays within the formation, he is indeed immune to all methods."

"But the moment he leaves that building, he is nothing but a weakling with no power to truss a chicken!"

Hearing Yu Xiaogang's analysis, Tang San's eyes gradually brightened.

He felt that his teacher's reasoning made perfect sense; it was impossible for anyone in this world to be invincible without cultivation.

"Teacher, even if he relies on the formation, if he stays hidden inside and never comes out, we can't do anything to him."

Tang San said through gritted teeth.

"Not only does he have the formation, but now even Emperor Xue Ye and Bibi Dong are trying to win him over; we can't even get close to him."

Yu Xiaogang sneered.

"Tang San, have you forgotten what your greatest reliance is?"

"A formation can block spirit skills and swallow spirit power."

"But can a formation block physical objects? Can it block poison?"

Tang San suddenly raised his head.

Tang Sect Hidden Weapons!

Tang Sect Poison!

Countless names of Tang Sect Ultimate Arts flashed through his mind in an instant.

"Teacher, I understand."

Tang San stood up from the bed, walked to the table, and retrieved a blueprint along with several black metal components from his Twenty-Four Moonlit Bridges.

"Spirit power attacks are ineffective against him."

"Then I shall use pure physical hidden weapons, combined with the lethal poisons of the Tang Sect."

Tang San's gaze became incomparably resolute.

"This poison is colorless and odorless."

"As long as a mere trace touches him, even a Title Douluo will dissolve into a pool of blood within three steps."

"Doesn't he enjoy storytelling?"

"Tomorrow, when he is telling his stories, I will find the optimal distance."

"The moment his formation shows the slightest flaw, my hidden weapon will pierce directly through his throat."

However, Flender looked at the cold, gleaming components in Tang San's hands with a sense of worry.

"Little San, the Listening Rain Pavilion is currently filled with important figures. If you miss, we will all die there."

Tang San turned his head to look at Flender.

"Dean, I have no way back."