Secret Chamber Is Dead, Modification Shall Rise; Holy Spirit Cult Wiped Out, Jiang Nannan Dies

Watching Tang Ya return to the Holy Spirit Cult's resting area with a graceful sway of her hips, Zhongli Wu nodded in satisfaction from the high platform.

Worthy of being my masterpiece. Simply perfect.

As the most professional modification expert among Douluo, Zhongli Wu had practically maxed out both operability and logical consistency. Since Tang Ya was the flawless masterpiece he had personally worked on, he naturally had some guesses regarding the abnormalities appearing on her body.

A man and a woman, close in age—anyone could figure out what their relationship used to be with their heels.

Zhongli Wu had also read that copy of "Kindred Spirits." Before this, he had never imagined that his wife had once been his nephew's old flame. It was utterly absurd.

Originally, Zhongli Wu had not cared much that Feng Ling was not a virgin. Evil Soul Masters did not sweat the small stuff if they wanted to achieve great things. But when he thought about how his wife's first time had been taken by Yan Shaozhe, Zhongli Wu felt an urge to kill someone.

But then he reconsidered.

Wait, no. Looking at it this way, I'm the cuckold here. Then it's fine.

With Feng Ling's case as precedent, Zhongli Wu had even deliberately examined Tang Ya's aura in detail. Only after confirming that she was still a virgin had he intensified the modifications. That was why Zhongli Wu had been able to briefly guide Tang Ya's mind.

Looking at the scraps of cloth Beibei had left behind after dying on the arena, Zhongli Wu sneered. No one would ruin his enthusiasm for modification. "Although I, Zhongli Wu, have no way to completely erase the Blue Silver Saintess's memories of you and stop you from affecting her."

"But as the saying goes, if I