Douluo: Transforming Xiao Wu into a Zerg Queen Was Just the Beginning-Chapter 77 - 78 – Huh? A Taste for Men?

"WHAT THE HELL?!"

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Chrysanthemum Douluo's legs twitched instinctively, a sudden chill shooting through him.

...Looks like not completing the task wasn't an option.

For the sake of his ahem dignity—no, for the sake of gaining strength, this had to be done!

After all, a full level of spirit power was nothing to scoff at. After reaching the Title Douluo realm, every level of advancement was like climbing a mountain of glass with bare feet.

Even for a powerful spirit master, it could take months or even years of hard cultivation to make the smallest improvement. Some, due to limited talent, never advanced another step for the rest of their lives.

Many couldn't even approach the threshold of becoming an Ultimate Douluo.

The most classic example? Golden Crocodile Douluo, the second Protector of the Spirit Hall.

It was said that he had been stuck at Rank 98 for years, desperately seeking a way to break through to the final level and become an Ultimate Douluo... yet he still hadn't succeeded.

Clearly, gaining a single rank at this level was no small feat.

To Chrysanthemum Douluo, that one level could mean a dramatic boost in status—potentially raising him to stand equal with Ghost Douluo, or even surpassing him entirely.

Sure, in the original timeline, Chrysanthemum and Ghost Douluo were practically joined at the hip, a pair of inseparable brothers.

Their synergy and martial soul fusion technique were so powerful they had nearly slain both the Azure Bull Python and the Titan Giant Ape—rulers of the Star Dou Forest.

But... he wasn't the original Chrysanthemum Douluo.

He was a transmigrator!

And what kind of transmigrator didn't strive to grow stronger? What was the point of sharing power with someone else?

That fusion technique with Ghost Douluo? That was his legacy. What did that have to do with Jiang Ji, a former wage slave from Blue Star?

Jiang Ji had been just another tired worker, coming home after a long day.

He'd been lying on his bed, scrolling on his phone, eyelids heavy... and then—darkness.

When he opened his eyes again, he was already in this world.

The bad news: he'd transmigrated into Chrysanthemum Douluo, with a broken arm. And protagonist Tang San? He might be a transmigrator too, and the plot... it was already diverging wildly from what Jiang Ji remembered.

The good news? His arm had been healed—and he'd awakened a system!

Narrowing his eyes, Chrysanthemum Douluo smiled faintly.

Since fate had given him a second chance, complete with a powerful system...

Then clearly, he was the true chosen one.

Tang San?

Just a lucky brat.

He was the one destined to dominate this world!

A surge of confidence swelled in his heart. Since he was the true protagonist, what harm was a little humiliation now?

This silly task was just a stepping stone on his path to greatness.

Screw it. He'd do it.

Mind made up, Chrysanthemum Douluo glanced again at Gu Rong and Chen Xin. An idea came to him.

"Ahem."

He coughed lightly and said calmly to Serpent Spear Douluo, "You wait here. I'm going to check on Old Ghost's situation."

Serpent Spear Douluo looked confused but nodded respectfully. "Many thanks, Elder Chrysanthemum."

Chrysanthemum Douluo nodded back, cast one last glance at Gu Rong and Chen Xin, then turned and walked away.

Watching him leave, Gu Rong frowned. He leaned closer to Chen Xin and muttered, "Is it just me, or does this Chrysanthemum Douluo from Spirit Hall seem... off?"

Chen Xin arched a brow, staring after the fading figure. "Hmm? Could be. Maybe it's just how Spirit Hall soul masters are. I've heard most of the elders are pretty eccentric—it's not unusual."

"Maybe... maybe I'm overthinking it," Gu Rong said, relaxing slightly.

Chen Xin, with a mischievous glint in his eye, leaned in and whispered, "Do you know why Chrysanthemum Douluo's never taken a wife?"

"Oh? Why?" Gu Rong's interest was piqued instantly.

"I heard... he doesn't like women."

Chen Xin started waggling his eyebrows suggestively.

Gu Rong instantly understood, drawing in a cold breath.

"Hsss! Seriously?"

"Ninety percent sure."

Nearby, Serpent Spear Douluo, who had been pretending to gaze at the scenery but was secretly eavesdropping, jolted like he'd been struck by lightning.

A chill surged down his spine, crawling all the way to his heels. He involuntarily adjusted his armor.

Suddenly, he remembered—Ghost Douluo had always been extremely close to Chrysanthemum Douluo. Even before becoming one of Spirit Hall's elders, the two had been an inseparable pair.

Could it be... Elder Ghost too...?

Gulping, Serpent Spear Douluo made a silent vow: from now on, he'd keep a very respectful distance from both Elder Ghost and Elder Chrysanthemum.

And come to think of it... Chrysanthemum Douluo's pale, oddly flamboyant appearance had always been a little... off.

Why hadn't he noticed before?

While the three men were each lost in their own thoughts...

Chrysanthemum Douluo had already exited the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect—but he wasn't going to meet Ghost Douluo.

Instead, he circled around to another part of the sect's outer perimeter. After ensuring no one was around, he leapt back over the wall.

If he was going to do something this shady, he'd best avoid witnesses.

Sure, he'd considered just going to Ning Fengzhi and directly asking to speak with his daughter. Even something like accepting her as a disciple could be an excuse.

After all, he had a powerful control-type martial soul, and he was a Title Douluo. Most families would've jumped at the chance to have their child taken under his wing.

But this was the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect.

Ning Fengzhi had always disliked Spirit Hall, and as one of the Three Upper Sects, his pride and wariness were entirely justified.

Chrysanthemum Douluo's identity wouldn't earn him any favors here.

So, begrudgingly, he'd come up with this terrible plan.

Looking around, he found himself among rows of low courtyard houses—probably servant quarters.

Someone like Ning Rongrong, a pampered heiress, would surely be staying deeper inside the sect.

Shaking his head, Chrysanthemum Douluo gathered a bit of golden soul power around himself.

Light as a feather, he leapt from rooftop to rooftop, silently weaving his way through the compound.

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