The dinner party was lively.
After Thunder Douluo Yu Yuanzhen made an appearance, he gracefully departed.
No one found this unusual.
A Level 95 Title Douluo was already a peak existence on this continent.
His presence to meet these juniors was already a great honor.
The dinner ended.
Dugu Yan and Ye Lingling were on either side of Li Dixian, and everyone was about to leave.
Just then, Elder Yu Jinghan approached with a smile:
"Little Friend Dixian, the clan leader requests your presence."
Li Dixian nodded.
"You all go back first."
Yu Feng and the others agreed.
Dugu Yan and Ye Lingling said in unison:
"We'll wait for you here."
Following Elder Yu Jinghan, Li Dixian arrived in front of a study.
After bowing to Yu Jinghan in thanks, he pushed the door open and entered.
The study was simply furnished, with everything in plain sight.
There was only a screen painted with a hidden thunder dragon, a tea table, and two cushions.
At this moment, an old man in a blue robe sat on a cushion.
His posture was as upright as an ancient pine, his white eyebrows like lightning bolts extending to his temples, and a hint of a smile played on his heroic face.
The moment Li Dixian's gaze met the old man's, it was as if a sea of thunder surged before him.
An ancient giant dragon, dormant in the thunderclouds, lowered its head and gazed at him.
The Great Vertebrae Sword Bone and sword qi soared into the sky.
Li Dixian regained his composure and bowed, saying:
"Junior Li Dixian greets Senior Thunder Douluo."
Yu Yuanzhen looked at the white-robed young man before him, neither humble nor arrogant, and the smile on his lips deepened a bit.
"What a natural-born swordsman. Sit."
Li Dixian sat opposite Yu Yuanzhen as instructed.
He watched as the latter poured from the teapot.
What flowed out from the spout was actually thunderous plasma, wrapped in purplish-blue electric light.
"Thank you, Senior, for your help."
Yu Yuanzhen held the pot in his right hand and casually waved his left.
"No need for such formalities."
"Like the Ye Clan and Old Poison, I helped you because I value your future."
He pushed the strange tea, filled with thunderous plasma, towards Li Dixian.
"Consider it an investment."
"Now it seems this investment is extremely worthwhile."
Li Dixian said, "Senior, you flatter me," then took the teacup with both hands and drank it all.
Immediately, a tingling sensation surged through his limbs and bones, as if a faint power was quietly being born.
"This tea is truly unique."
Yu Yuanzhen, however, asked with interest:
"Not to your taste?"
Li Dixian smiled frankly.
"Compared to tea, this junior prefers strong liquor."
Yu Yuanzhen was slightly startled, then burst into hearty laughter.
"Indeed, you are a remarkable person."
"No wonder the Ye Clan is so eager to win you over, believing you can defeat Chen Xin and win the Heaven's Healing Sacred Pagoda competition."
The four words "Heaven's Healing Sacred Pagoda" were spoken by a peak powerhouse like Yu Yuanzhen, not just Madam Ye.
Li Dixian's heart stirred, and he asked curiously:
"Senior also pays attention to the Heaven's Healing Sacred Pagoda?"
"It concerns Chen Xin and the name of the First Auxiliary Spirit, so naturally, it attracts attention."
Yu Yuanzhen paused in his tone, with a hint of complex reminiscence.
"Speaking of which…"
"The Douluo Continent of the past was far more splendid than it is today."
"There was not only the Heaven's Healing Sacred Pagoda vying for the title of First Auxiliary, but also a grand event that captivated all Title Douluo above Level 95."
"Oh?!"
Li Dixian straightened his back.
An event that captivated Title Douluo above Level 95?
Could this be another secret not mentioned in the original work?
He deliberated and asked:
"This grand event, this junior has never heard of…"
"Alas…"
Yu Yuanzhen sighed softly, drank the thunderous plasma in his cup, and a flash of lightning flickered in the depths of his eyes.
"That grand event had no explicit agreement."
"It was only because the previous generations of Tang Chen, Qian Daoliu, and Bo Saixi were respectively unparalleled on land, sky, and sea, and were revered as 'Invincible'."
"Only then did it stir up waves among the Title Douluo, and later there was an unwritten agreement: every fifty years, the title of 'Invincible Douluo' could be decided again."
"It's just that…"
"As those three either retired or disappeared, coupled with the turbulent undercurrents on the continent and the impending storm, how many still remember the oral agreement of the 'Heaven's Spine Martial Assembly' from back then?"
"Heaven's Spine Martial Assembly…"
Li Dixian's eyes brightened slightly.
This was clearly the Mount Hua Sword Debate of the Douluo world!
In the original timeline, such a grand event would indeed not have taken place.
Yu Yuanzhen's words, "turbulent undercurrents and impending storm," probably referred to the ambition of Spirit Hall's new Pope, which had already made various major powers deeply uneasy.
And so it would be.
If according to the original work, in the next few years, a war catastrophe sweeping the continent would be unleashed by Spirit Hall.
Countless forces would be annihilated, and the Upper Three Sects and Lower Four Sects would not escape their doom.
In such a chaotic world, how could one speak of the "Heaven's Spine Martial Assembly"?
However, Li Dixian clearly saw… when this Level 95 Thunder Douluo mentioned the "Heaven's Spine Martial Assembly," the surging, uncontrollable brilliance in his ancient eyes.
To determine the three "Invincible Douluo"!
This was indeed a grand event that all peak powerhouses yearned for!
After a brief chat, Li Dixian rose to take his leave.
Watching the white-robed young man disappear beyond the doorway, a faint flash of lightning behind the screen, a person slowly walked out.
His appearance bore some resemblance to Yu Yuanzhen, but he looked a few years younger, with sharp edges between his brows.
"How was it?"
Yu Yuanzhen's fingertips caressed the warm rim of the cup.
Yu Luomian was silent for a moment, then said:
"A dragon among men."
"Brother, you mentioned the 'Heaven's Spine Martial Assembly' to him; is it because you are optimistic that he will reach beyond Super Douluo in the future?"
Yu Yuanzhen took a sip of tea, his voice low and firm.
"This child's future achievements in the way of the sword will definitely not be lower than Chen Xin's."
"Therefore…"
He looked up.
"Yu Xiaogang and Liu Erlong's minor grievances with him should be put to rest."
"This… is also for the good of that pair of scoundrels."
A trace of bitterness flashed across Yu Luomian's face.
"Brother, as Xiao Gang's father, you can still be like this…"
"Although Erlong is my daughter, I can naturally let it go too."
Yu Yuanzhen's hand holding the cup trembled almost imperceptibly, his knuckles turning slightly white.
An uncontrollable surge of anger finally crept onto his heroic face.
Whenever he thought of his own son having an illicit affair with his cousin, he felt a surge of evil fire rush to his head, wishing he could strike them down with a single palm… "A disgrace to the family!"
"A disgrace to the family!"
A low roar, filled with the wrath of thunder, exploded in the silent study.
Returning to the previous dinner venue, Dugu Yan and Ye Lingling were indeed still waiting for him.
Seeing Li Dixian, the two girls moved gracefully to greet him.
The three walked side by side towards the guest courtyard arranged by the Blue Lightning Clan.
"Tomorrow, you should be going to the Mimicry Cultivation Room?"
Dugu Yan smiled charmingly.
"That's right! The Soul Master Competition is imminent, and our goal this time is to win the championship!"
"Win the championship, huh…"
Li Dixian made no comment.
Ye Lingling blinked her azure eyes lightly, exchanged a glance with Dugu Yan, and a faint smile curved her lips, with a dimple on her left cheek.
"But before cultivating…"
"We'd rather see how long Sword Wine can last in the Azure Sky Lightning!"
Li Dixian's sword-like eyebrows raised slightly.
"You still remember that."
"Of course!"
Dugu Yan said with a cunning smile:
"We both think you can last ten minutes in the Azure Sky Lightning."
"Ten minutes, huh…"
Li Dixian's eyes flickered slightly, and the Azure Lotus Sword imprint on his forehead flashed and disappeared.