Spirit Eagle Douluo: I Admit I'm Surprised!

The Martial Soul Hall's mission was to capture Zhao Wuji and bring him to justice, regardless of the cost.

To prevent any mishaps during the transport, Tuoba Yan severed Zhao Wuji's head.

After killing Zhao Wuji, Tuoba Yan walked over to a stall, picked up a white tablecloth, and tossed a Gold Soul Coin to the vendor. He wrapped Zhao Wuji's head in the tablecloth and then stored it in a Storage Soul Guide Device.

With that done, Tuoba Yan removed Zhao Wuji's belt.

The master was dead, and the belt buckle, shaped like a bear's head, emitted a faint fluctuation of Soul Power.

This Soul Guide Device had become an unclaimed Storage Soul Guide Device.

Soul Guide Devices only quieted their Soul Power fluctuations after recognizing a master; ordinary people found it difficult to distinguish them from regular objects.

Dai Mubai, watching from the crowd, had barely participated throughout the entire ordeal.

It wasn't until Zhao Wuji's death, and seeing the headless corpse on the ground, that Dai Mubai felt a profound shock that lingered.

"Dead?"

"Teacher Zhao is actually dead?"

"He was killed by him!"

"How old is he?"

"And I... I sparred with him, not long ago!"

Dai Mubai's gaze shifted to Tuoba Yan.

At that moment, Tuoba Yan was just finishing up stowing away Zhao Wuji's head and stood up, surveying the surroundings. His eyes lingered on Dai Mubai for a moment longer than the others.

Dai Mubai felt a surge of tension.

His heart pounded rapidly in his chest.

As a prince, was he not a man?

Dai Mubai admitted he was panicking.

When their eyes met, he felt a sense of dread.

He wasn't stupid; he hadn't forgotten the image of the man he'd sent to secretly monitor him – a picture of decay and self-neglect, deliberately seeking out Tuoba Yan to provoke him.

Dai Mubai hadn't recognized Tuoba Yan before; this was their first meeting.

He had no blood feud with Tuoba Yan, nor did they have any significant history of conflict.

While walking, he was chatting with his twin sister, and hadn't seen Tuoba Yan approaching. Tuoba Yan hadn't noticed Dai Mubai either, and the two collided.

This minor incident didn't constitute a feud, let alone a blood feud.

However, Dai Mubai hadn't forgotten that he had deliberately provoked Tuoba Yan afterward.

Dai Mubai also hadn't forgotten that Tuoba Yan was from the Martial Soul Hall, and the Hall's domineering and forceful methods.

For a fleeting moment, Dai Mubai saw a flicker of murderous intent in Tuoba Yan's eyes.

That was right. After killing Zhao Wuji, Tuoba Yan had briefly considered whether to execute Dai Mubai on the spot.

But the thought was quickly dismissed.

Dai Mubai was different from Zhao Wuji.

Zhao Wuji was a fugitive wanted by the Martial Soul Hall, a troublemaker on the Douluo Continent, and a criminal on the run.

Zhao Wuji was a villain.

For almost everyone, Zhao Wuji deserved to die!

But Dai Mubai was different.

He was destined to be one of the Shrek Seven Devils, an enemy of the Martial Soul Hall. However, that future hadn't happened yet.

Moreover, because of his own actions, the timeline of the Douluo Continent had already been altered significantly.

For example, Zhao Wuji, who had already been killed, could no longer influence the future.

Whether Dai Mubai would become an enemy of the Martial Soul Hall was still unknown.

Killing a potentially innocent person who wasn't currently causing trouble for the Martial Soul Hall would clearly be wrong.

Most importantly, killing Dai Mubai at this time would bring no benefit to Tuoba Yan, and would only cause harm.

After all, Dai Mubai was still the Third Prince of the Xingluo Empire.

Killing him now would be an insult to the Xingluo Imperial family.

Dai Mubai was a pawn sacrificed by White Tiger Douluo, destined to die at the hands of Dai Davis. If he died by Tuoba Yan's hand, White Tiger Douluo would surely seek an explanation from the Martial Soul Hall.

At that point, it would only bring trouble to him, his grandfather Tuoba Xi, and the entire clan.

"Forget it, let him continue to flounder around!"

After some consideration, Tuoba Yan decided not to kill Dai Mubai at this time.

Looking across the Douluo Continent, to break the curse of the Martial Soul Hall's destruction and to protect the Tuoba Clan, he felt that the only two people he needed to be wary of were Bibi Dong and Tang San.

The former was obsessed with destroying the Martial Soul Hall's destiny and undermining the foundation of the Qian Clan.

The latter harbored a desire for revenge against their mother, aiming to destroy the Martial Soul Hall.

Whether it was Bibi Dong or Tang San, they both shared a common goal—to obliterate the Martial Soul Hall.

They both achieved a common feat in the future—becoming divine beings of the first rank.

As for Dai Mubai, even without Tang San, Tuoba Yan was confident he could easily control Dai Mubai, regardless of any changes in Dai Mubai's future fate.

Tuoba Yan walked to the side of the Cardinal of the Martial Soul Hall in Soto City and said, "I'll need you to handle compensating for the damaged items at their original price. I'm staying in room 1001 of the Rose Hotel. I'll be in Soto City for the next three days. Compile the prices and then come find me!"

Rumors circulated that the Martial Soul Hall was everywhere.

Wherever there were people, there would be a branch hall of the Martial Soul Hall.

Soto City was an economic hub, and the highest-ranking Soul Master overseeing the kingdom's management was the Cardinal.

The Cardinal of Soto City furrowed his brow, scrutinizing Tuoba Yan.

He was, after all, a Cardinal—over sixty Soul Power levels, a Soul Emperor-ranked Soul Master.

Normally, even the city lord would address him with respectful deference as "Bishop."

Yet, Tuoba Yan, a mere child, was giving him orders.

After a moment of observation, the Cardinal detected an air of nobility about Tuoba Yan.

It was a demeanor cultivated by years in high society, something even ordinary people rarely possessed.

He couldn't immediately place who Tuoba Yan's parents were.

"And you are?"

"Tuoba Yan."

"Platinum Bishop Tuoba Xi's grandson?"

"That's right."

"So you're Tuoba Young Master. Rest assured, I will compensate them at their original price, and won't cheat them a single coin!"

The Cardinal smiled, bending slightly at the waist.

Tuoba Yan wasn't just the son of the Platinum Bishop; he was also an affiliate of the Qian Clan. The Tuoba Clan was known within the Martial Soul Hall as relatives of the imperial family.

For such an important figure, the esteemed Cardinal dared not offend him and instead made an effort to please Tuoba Yan.

Tuoba Yan was far from an ordinary nine-year-old. After a moment of thought, he realized the Cardinal was intentionally offering to pay for the damages caused by the battle to the residents.

He scanned the street. Some shops had their walls smashed, some people had minor injuries from the fighting, and some merchants' wares were destroyed.

A rough estimate indicated that the economic losses caused by capturing Zhao Wuji wouldn't exceed five thousand Gold Soul Coins.

However, his one act of kindness, Tuoba Yan's, was worth far more than five thousand Gold Soul Coins.

Tuoba Yan asked, "What's your name?"

"Mu Jianjun!"

"I've remembered your name!" Immediately afterward, Tuoba Yan said, "I damaged these items, and my grandfather taught me from a young age to take responsibility. Have someone compile a list of the damaged items and bring the prices to me. Make sure no one is shortchanged!"

The Cardinal was momentarily stunned.

He was trying to ingratiate himself with Tuoba Yan, and he didn't understand why Tuoba Yan insisted on paying himself.

After a moment of thought, the Cardinal suddenly understood.

Regardless of Tuoba Yan's intentions—whether he genuinely wanted to compensate for the losses or was deliberately putting on a show—it was an opportunity for him to create a good reputation.

But then, the Cardinal was stunned again.

How old was Tuoba Yan? Just nine years old, right?

A nine-year-old child already knew how to create a positive image for himself?

Understanding the deeper meaning, the Cardinal looked at Tuoba Yan with a hint of awe. "Very well, Tuoba Young Master. I shall report back to you!"

Nearby, Spirit Eagle Douluo, who was standing on Flender's chest, clearly heard the conversation between Tuoba Yan and the Cardinal, and his gaze towards Tuoba Yan held a hint of surprise.