A Warning from Spirit Hall

Yu Xiaowei had only arrived at Shrek after they left the Star Dou Great Forest.

He remembered that clearly.

With more than ten days still available, he thought of a pair of targets who had been part of his plans some time ago.

The Peerless Dragon Snake.

Dragon Duke Meng Shu possessed the strength of a Soul Douluo, while Snake Granny Chao Tianxiang was a Soul Emperor.

The two possessed a Martial Soul Fusion Skill that was enough to rival an ordinary Titled Douluo.

If they could be brought into the clan, it would be equivalent to adding a Titled Douluo-level combatant.

Judging by the timeline, the Dragon Snake Couple should not have reached the Star Dou Great Forest yet.

Yu Xiaowei found the hotel where he had previously stayed with the Imperial Fighting Team and simply remained there to wait for the Dragon Snake Couple.

As for going to Shrek to cause trouble, he was not that stupid.

What was the point of going now? Other than getting beaten up by Zhao Wuji, he would gain nothing.

Let them enroll if they wanted. The Seven Monsters were not all there, nor were there any Immortal Herbs. With Shrek's trash-level teaching alone, what use was there in it?

By now, Tang San and the others should have finished enrolling and should be enduring Flender's torment.

The moment he thought of Flender's training methods, Yu Xiaowei could not help laughing.

What a load of crap.

Other than shuttle runs, it was sending them to the Soul Fighting Arena to make money for him.

If this guy had not been fairly responsible for his students' safety, Yu Xiaowei would truly have thought Flender had founded the academy just to scam people out of money.

But for now, he still had to deal with Yu Xiaogang first.

Damn it, if that thing were not his biological cousin, and if his uncle and older cousin had not treated him so well—

Yu Xiaowei really wanted to bury him.

The hotel was exceptionally boisterous beneath the night sky.

The people coming and going here were either merchants or soul masters who lived with their lives on the line.

Other than Gold Soul Coins, what they loved most was drinking and gambling in the hotel.

Academy students were extremely rare here. Other than Advanced Soul Master Academies, teachers from junior academies simply were not qualified to bring students here to hunt Soul Rings.

As a result, businesses selling armor, weapons, various antidotes, and recovery potions were especially thriving in this town.

Finding the place far too noisy, Yu Xiaowei went out for a stroll.

Before he realized it, he had arrived at the local Spirit Hall Branch.

He stopped at the entrance of the branch and looked at the three words Spirit Hall, feeling rather sentimental.

Come to think of it, Yu Xiaowei did not actually hold much ill will toward Spirit Hall.

On the contrary, he was filled with hostility toward those nobles.

The reason he had earned such a notorious reputation in Heaven Dou City was because he had beaten up too many nobles over the years.

Nearly every child from a noble family, including Xue Beng, had been ground into the dirt by him countless times.

With the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan's reputation looming over them, the nobles could only swallow their anger.

As for why he beat them up, it was because the nobles oppressed commoners.

No, it had gone beyond merely oppressing commoners. They simply did not treat commoners as people.

Spirit Hall gave Gold Soul Coins to soul masters. Although it was in the name of distributing subsidies on behalf of the empire, if the empire itself were responsible for handing out Gold Soul Coins, would it really do so?

Considering the nobles' rotten nature, Yu Xiaowei regretfully reached a conclusion.

Impossible. Absolutely impossible.

From the royal family down to the nobles, in order to consolidate their rule, they wished they could gather every soul master under their control.

In their eyes, commoners should be prepared to obediently serve as dogs.

As for awakening martial souls for commoners?

That was absolutely impossible as well.

Without Spirit Hall, never mind the problem of commoners awakening martial souls. By then, all soul masters would become private soldiers of the empire and sects, and free soul masters would cease to exist.

Having come from Blue Star, Yu Xiaowei was especially disgusted by this kind of feudal autocratic system.

But Spirit Hall would eventually destroy the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan and the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect.

Thus, they were inevitably destined to stand on opposing sides.

It would be great if there were a way to keep Spirit Hall from opposing his clan while allowing them to coexist peacefully.

"Ugh."

Looking at the gates of the Spirit Hall Branch, Yu Xiaowei let out a heavy sigh. "The road ahead is long and arduous."

Creak.

The branch's doors opened, and a tall, thin old man as straight as a spear walked out with several young people, chatting and laughing.

Suddenly, his voice stopped, and he stared motionlessly at Yu Xiaowei.

The young people beside the old man looked at him in confusion, unable to understand why this usually amiable bishop was staring at the boy across the street like that.

Once Yu Xiaowei clearly saw the familiar face emerging from the branch, he could not help taking two steps back.

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Holy shit, wasn't that Salas?!

"Boy from the Yu Clan, long time no see."

Upon hearing Salas's sinister voice, Yu Xiaowei turned and ran.

He took back everything he had just said about Spirit Hall. That damned place ought to be destroyed.

Strangely, Salas did not chase after him. Instead, he stood at the entrance of the Spirit Hall Branch, staring fixedly at his retreating back.

Yu Xiaowei fled all the way back to the hotel and patted his chest in lingering fright.

He had never imagined that he would run into Salas, that honey badger, here.

That guy had been brutally beaten by Dugu Bo, then turned into a statue and made to kneel at Heaven Dou City's gates.

He had suffered every imaginable humiliation.

Later, never mind taking revenge.

Yu Yuanzhen, Sword Douluo, and Bone Douluo had jointly come knocking, smashed three gates of the Spirit Hall Sanctuary, and Spirit Hall had not dared utter a single word before transferring him away.

What the hell, why was he here?

This time, Dugu Bo would not be around to save him. If Salas wanted to capture him, he would truly be finished.

Knock, knock, knock—

A knock sounded at the door.

"Who is it?"

Yu Xiaowei immediately grew tense.

"Boy from the Yu Clan, it's me."

Sure enough, it was that old bastard Salas. Yu Xiaowei immediately prepared to jump out the window and run.

"Boy from the Yu Clan, I am not here to capture you. I only want to talk. Don't be afraid."

As those words fell, the door did not move at all, yet an additional figure appeared in the room.

Yu Xiaowei withdrew the foot he had placed on the windowsill. The man was already inside, so what was the point of running? He did not think he could outrun a top-tier Soul Douluo.

Salas casually sat down on the sofa and crooked a finger at him.

Seeing Yu Xiaowei standing motionless by the window, Salas did not force him to come over and merely continued speaking to himself.

"Boy from the Yu Clan, you are very outstanding, so outstanding that I still feel the urge to bring you to Spirit Hall."

"What a pity. Those three old fossils behind you have allowed a genius like you to gather dust."

"You do not need to fear me so much. Since Her Holiness the Pontiff has already issued her decree, I will not touch you again."

"But there are some things weighing on my heart that I cannot help but say."

"Boy, Dugu Bo humiliated me back then, and your elders caused me to be exiled to this godforsaken backwater."

"To say I am not angry would be impossible."

"But a few words from Her Holiness the Pontiff dispelled my anger."

"Boy, do you know what she said?"

Yu Xiaowei shook his head.

Salas chuckled and pointed in the direction of Heaven Dou City as he said indifferently.

"Before absolute strength, your Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan is nothing but shit."

"Spirit Hall has never truly regarded your Upper Three Sects as worthy of notice."

"The reason we have taken a step back now is not because we are afraid. It is because Her Majesty wishes to protect an old man like me."

"So, boy, do not think too highly of yourself. Otherwise, if you fall into my hands one day, I will skin you alive."