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In Star Luo City's Spirit Transfer Pagoda, Angel Douluo Le Zheng'en sat in the lounge area where Leng Yaozhu used to stay, looking at his two disheveled grandchildren who had emerged from the Spirit Ascension Platform, his expression far from pleasant.
"You two are the top Geniuses of the Family in this generation, how can you be so useless?"
Le Zheng Lei lowered his head, not daring to meet his grandfather's stern eyes. "Grandpa, you know me. Your grandson really couldn't defeat that woman."
Le Zhengyu lowered his head even further, cautiously saying, "Grandpa, you know me. I am a Spirit Grandmaster and only dared to passively face the enemy by following my Senior Brother."
"Oh, you two, you two, sigh..."
Glancing at Heavenly Saint Douluo and the other Spirit Transfer Pagoda personnel who were feigning death nearby, Le Zheng'en cursed and then swept the two away. The atmosphere in the Spirit Transfer Pagoda immediately relaxed.
Xu Shengqun muttered, "A Limit Douluo's Aura is terrifying. Legion Commander Le truly governs his Family strictly."
Yang Feng, now dressed in a Spirit Transfer Pagoda staff uniform, whispered, "I think a large part of Legion Commander Le's anger is because you told him about the Spirit Ascension Platform. Feng Zaixing's battle record is too strong, making his brothers seem very useless."
"Could I have kept it a secret? The Spirit Transfer Pagoda has plenty of his Family's informants."
Xu Shengqun retorted irritably, then said, "Feng Zaixing is a direct descendant of the War God Hall and has a close relationship with the Yu Family. Seeing that the Yu Family is about to suppress the Le Family for another hundred years, his mood is naturally not good."
"It's not just him. Even Vice Pagoda Master Leng and I are wondering how the Yu Family has such good foresight. First the Divine Craftsman back then, and now Feng Zaixing; it looks like another future Limit is on the horizon."
Yang Feng shrank his head, but his mood was inexplicably pleasant. Losing to a Genius valued by the Yu Family was not shameful, and he even received a compliment of "decent attack power." Many others lost much more miserably than him.
"Feng Zaixing, the stronger you Cultivate, the better! When you become a Limit Douluo, I'll brag to people that I once withstood one of your moves and retreated unharmed. Perfect..."
...The night sky was brilliant, but Le Zheng'en was not in the mood to appreciate it. He took his two grandchildren straight back to his office, where he slammed the door shut and erupted in a furious rage.
"Think about your performance today! I see the glory of the Angel Family being buried in your generation's hands!"
His gaze first fell on Le Zheng Lei, who had been soundly beaten by Yu Xin. Le Zheng'en's tiger-like eyes widened, filled with immense disappointment:
"First, you, Zheng Lei. The Yu Family girl is good in every way. I once thought that when you were older, I would discuss a marriage alliance with the Yu Family. Now, I have no face to bring it up. It's shameful, truly shameful!"
Le Zheng Lei was scolded mercilessly but remained silent. Only when the thunderous scolding subsided did he hesitantly speak, "A marriage alliance really isn't good. Yu Xin is so fierce; if she really came to our Family, wouldn't she just devour us?"
"If you were capable enough, would you worry about that? It's because you're useless!"
Le Zheng'en was so angry that he cursed again. Looking at Le Zhengyu, who was trembling in the corner, and recalling the image of Feng Zaixing fighting against many, he grew even more furious:
"And you, Zhengyu, don't think low spirit power is an excuse. What's wrong with two rings? Someone with two rings overturned the entire Spirit Ascension Platform! Much stronger than you undeserving people!"
Le Zhengyu and his Senior Brother suddenly looked up, exchanged glances, and tentatively asked:
"That new Prodigy today only had two rings?"
"That can't be true, right? That's too terrifying..."
Le Zheng'en's expression turned cold, and he said chillingly, "Would this old man lie to you two good-for-nothing brats? I'll tell you, that person is the Divine Archer Feng Zaixing, who became famous yesterday by killing Evil Soul Masters! His long-range arrows never miss, and his close-combat twin swords are sharp. Ordinary four-ring Spirit Masters are mere chickens and dogs before him!"
"All the Geniuses in the Spirit Ascension Platform, who attacked him together, were cut down by his swords. The Aura of a King has already formed within him, and he possesses a remarkable domineering presence. This old man asserts that, given time, he will certainly reach this old man's Realm, and it's not impossible for him to even surpass the current me."
"Stronger than you in the future? Grandpa, are you... perhaps exaggerating a bit?"
Le Zheng Lei spoke softly. It wasn't that he didn't believe it, but achieving Limit Douluo was truly difficult, let alone surpassing Le Zheng'en.
Le Zhengyu nodded along, holding the same view. Two rings were too far from ninety-nine ranks; there were countless variables in between.
"Hmph, don't disbelieve it, you two little brats. I'll tell you, Heavenly Phoenix Douluo of the Spirit Transfer Pagoda was very tempted after discovering him. She personally went to Mingdu, wanting to take him as a disciple, but it didn't work out."
Le Zheng'en's face turned cold, and he said, disappointed, "Aren't you two idolizing Four-Word Battle Armor Masters? I'll also tell you, Feng Zaixing's teacher, although his Cultivation is ordinary, is also a genuine Four-Word Battle Armor Master."
"Ah? Two Four-Word Battle Armor Masters fought over him?"
Le Zhengyu exclaimed in surprise. What his grandfather said somewhat challenged his understanding. Which Four-Word Battle Armor Master wasn't a peerless powerhouse? It was almost unimaginable for them to fight over a Genius.
Le Zheng Lei remained silent. He probably understood why his grandfather was so furious. With his three-ring Peak Cultivation, his combat power was inferior to a Spirit Grandmaster. How could that not infuriate the old man?
Body Martial Soul is terrifying indeed. Even a Holy Angel can't compare.
Le Zheng'en's expression softened slightly, and he said in a deep voice, "Not just two Four-Word Battle Armor Masters. Surpassing Heavens Douluo of the War God Hall and Sun Moon Douluo of the Kong Family also appeared there, all for him and his Senior Brother and Sister."
"Although our Family isn't the strongest in the world, no one has received better resources than you. Think about it, what level could you achieve if you Cultivated in the declining Body Sect?"
Le Zhengyu and his Senior Brother were already stunned, speechless. With so many names of Spirit Master's world powerhouses coming from their grandfather's mouth, they couldn't imagine what kind of scene it must have been.
Seeing that the effect was achieved, Le Zheng'en waved his hand wearily and said, "From today onwards, you will spend three days a week training under Sima Jinchi. I will instruct him to train you well."
"Si, Sima Jinchi? Grandpa, aren't you afraid he'll cripple us?"
When Le Zhengyu heard that name, his face instantly turned pale. Le Zheng Lei wasn't much better.
Sima Jinchi was a mad martial arts enthusiast in the Southern Legion. Although he was only a seven-ring Spirit Saint, some Spirit Douluo were not his match, earning him a fearsome reputation.
Moreover, he had no sense of proportion. He was currently serving as the chief instructor of the new recruit camp, and just two days ago, he had beaten a deputy division commander into the hospital during a spar. His training style was also extremely fierce.
Le Zhengyu felt that his small life was probably not safe.
"Crippled? I observe that Feng Zaixing's combat skills are excellent. He must have experienced many real battles, even life-and-death bloody battles, in his daily life. What this old man wants is for Jinchi to harshly temper you!"
"I don't ask you to catch up to Feng Zaixing. If you're not left far behind by Yu Xin, this old man will be pleased."
Le Zheng'en cursed, his expression finally softening. He raised a hand and said, "Of course, if Jinchi injures another officer, I will allow you to leave."
Sima Jinchi sent people to the hospital every now and then, and there was an endless stream of people complaining about him. If he was forced to transfer, the Le Family brothers would naturally be freed.
As he spoke, Le Zheng'en couldn't help but rub his temples. From Sima Jinchi to his grandchildren, none of them gave him peace of mind. His elderly father was also getting old, truly not a single piece of good news.
"Ding-a-ling ~"
At this moment, Le Zheng'en's soul communicator rang, sounding like heavenly music to the Le Family brothers.
Le Zheng'en glanced at his two good-for-nothing grandchildren, snorted lightly, and answered the phone: "The item wasn't photographed, but Zhen Hua bought a ten-thousand-year Life Qi Fruit and gave us some? Good, I understand. Increase this year's order for the Forging Master Association by twenty percent. Hmm... that's it..."
After ending the call, Le Zheng'en sighed again and left the Le Zhengyu brothers with a single sentence: "You two are on your own."
As his words fell, a golden light flashed around him, and he vanished into thin air.
The next moment, he appeared before the door of an underground secret chamber, his expression solemn and respectful.
"Father, how is your body? We have been doing our best to collect all sorts of Heaven And Earth Treasure to extend your life."
A hoarse, ethereal voice came from the secret chamber: "Still the same, neither good nor bad. There's no need to worry too much."
"Father's health is always the Family's top priority," Le Zheng'en said seriously.
The old man in the secret chamber chuckled and said, "Life and death are fated; why say more? You wouldn't come to me so late just for these things. If you have something to say, speak."
Le Zheng'en nodded, speaking softly and slowly, "Today, I discovered an exceptional Genius in the Spirit Transfer Pagoda. His sword moves naturally possess the Aura of a King, and their essence bears a slight resemblance to our Holy Sword."
"I was perplexed, so I investigated his background and found that his mother is a distant relative of ours. He is of the same generation as Zhengyu, but one has to trace back eight generations to find a common ancestor."
At this point, a hint of difficulty appeared on Le Zheng'en's resolute face, and he frowned, saying:
"He has the potential to reach your Realm, but he possesses an Body Martial Soul, and his background is special. Your son is hesitant about recognizing him as kin. Father, what do you think we should do..."
With a clang, the secret chamber door swung open, and a long gust of wind swept out, revealing a disheveled old man. He grabbed Le Zheng'en, glared at him, and began to curse loudly, spitting saliva everywhere.
"What is there to hesitate about with such a Genius? When did you become so pedantic? Does the Family not have suitable young women? Can't we recruit a son-in-law?! You young ones are truly stupider than the last!"